After Chen Shuqing's raised right foot was petrified, she felt as if her entire right leg had left her body in an instant, uncontrollable, and she couldn't support her body with only one left foot, and fell to the ground.

Failed the first level? What about cheating? Is there anything wrong with this little monk?

Chen Shuqing's mind couldn't think normally for a while, and she shouted at the mysterious little monk in front of her: "Whose spirit are you? Manifest my true nature, I am not an enemy, I have something to say to him! ”

The little monk didn't answer, as if he had no life, and froze in place, but in the blank space above the cloud and thunder pattern of the bell wall, a few lines of words appeared:

Qingping tone, clouds want clothes, flowers want to look

Don Lee Bai

Clouds want clothes, flowers want to look,

The spring breeze blows Revlon.

If it weren't for the jade mountains,

will meet Yaotai under the moon.

The poem was written by Li Bai for Yang Guifei at the request of Emperor Tang Ming when he was a Hanlin in Chang'an.

Nonsense, this poem is so famous, I knew it through Mr. Pu Songling when I was a child, and of course I know the content of the whole poem and the background of its creation, but what does this have to do with the ability of this spirit? Why is my right leg petrified?

Chen Shuqing couldn't figure it out, and asked again, "Hey, what do you want me to do?" Let's make it clear! ”

The little monk still didn't answer, only to see a few rows of words on the bell wall gradually disappear, and the little monk regained his vitality and shouted: "Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the human face were red——"

"Hey, you little monk, can't you talk well? Why did you chant poetry again? ”

Seeing that the little monk was just chanting poetry and not attacking, and the bell-shaped spirit body was only covering itself, as if it was just to prevent himself from running out, Chen Shuqing suddenly remembered the spirit "Golden Ten Thousand Taels" that he encountered in the Broken Intestine Valley, although it was a summoning ability, but unlike Pu Zixuan's Galaxy Dragon King, it could not be used directly to hit the enemy, but by attaching some conditions to let the enemy be restrained, and if the spirit body was attacked, the person who shot would face annihilation!

The most terrifying thing is that the purification messenger body can control the spirit body from afar, and it will not appear easily.

With such an association, Chen Shuqing had a general judgment of the situation she was facing.

"See, are you trying to get me to answer the questions about this poem? So, you tell me the rules, should I answer the title? Author? Or will you finish the whole poem? ”

"Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the faces of the people were red-" The little monk asked Chen Shuqing, but he just read it again.

Chen Shuqing understood that no matter how she asked the little monk questions, the little monk would not answer, and could only judge the way to deal with it. If you answer incorrectly, you guess what part of your body will be petrified, right?

What a terrible ability! However, now, I can only rely on my own literary accumulation to seek self-help.

Seeing that Chen Shuqing didn't answer for a long time, the little monk started the countdown: "The countdown begins, ten, nine, eight......"

No time!

Chen Shuqing hurriedly shouted: "The human face doesn't know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze." ”

This poem was written by Cui Hu in the Tang Dynasty "The Capital of Nanzhuang", Chen Shuqing also happened to be familiar with this poem, and the two sentences answered were indeed the last two sentences of the poem.

The little monk did not immediately judge whether Chen Shuqing's answer was correct, and while Chen Shuqing answered, the countdown did not stop, but read directly: "Six, five, four, three, two......"

Chen Shuqing thought about it, if the little monk would immediately express his position, then the previous few questions of his own may also be counted as "answering", the little monk did not judge whether it was right or wrong, so it can be seen that he must wait for the end of time to know whether he can pass this hurdle.

As the countdown got closer and closer to the end, Chen Shuqing's heart also rose to her throat.

“…… One, zero. The little monk counted down and knocked on it

Muyu shouted, "Second level, pass!" ”

At the same time, above the cloud and thunder pattern of the bell wall, the whole poem and the background of the creation emerge.

Title: The capital of the city of Nanzhuang

Don Choihu

Last year in this door today,

The peach blossoms on the human face are red.

The face of man does not know where to go,

The peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

It is rumored that after Cui Hu went to Chang'an to participate in the Jinshi examination, he met a beautiful girl in the southern suburbs of Chang'an, and revisited the girl on the Qingming Festival the following year, so he wrote this poem.

Sure enough, this time, Chen Shuqing was not petrified anywhere in her body.

The ability of this purification envoy, Chen Shuqing understood more and more. It seems that every time the little monk recites the first two sentences of the seven-character quatrain, as long as he answers the last two sentences within the specified time, even if other words appear in the process, as long as the correct last two sentences are included, he will be safe and sound.

I just don't know if once I answer a poem correctly, will this ability be released immediately, or will it continue?

The bell-shaped spirit is still there, and the little monk has not disappeared, it seems that everything is not as simple as imagined, and I have not yet reached the time to breathe a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, the little monk continued to shout out the first two sentences of the third poem: "Ten miles of Pinghu is full of frost, and every inch of green silk is sad for the Chinese New Year——"

The test continues, and what Chen Shuqing feared the most finally happened!

No matter how many poems the little monk has to test, if he has a high literary literacy and keeps answering correctly, there will always be a song that will release his mana after the end, because there is no invincible purification power in this world. However, if you encounter a poem that you can't answer, you can only become a lamb to the slaughter!

And these two sentences "Ten miles of Pinghu are full of frost, and every inch of green silk is sad for the Chinese New Year-" I have never seen it!

Chen Shuqing grew up with the great writer Pu Songling since childhood, under his influence, he did not say that he memorized ancient poetry, but at least he should have heard of it, and then lived alone for more than a hundred years, and read the poetry of the past dynasties countless times to pass the time, plus he loved literature, as long as it was not particularly unpopular poetry, he would recite it, but he had never heard these two sentences!

Although she knew that the little monk would not answer the question, Chen Shuqing couldn't help but vent: "Little monk, when did these two poems appear in this world?" ”

As soon as he finished asking, the little monk read it a second time: "Ten miles of Pinghu is full of frost, and every inch of green silk is sad for the Chinese New Year——"

Chen Shuqing felt helpless, shook her head and said, "I give up this poem." ”

Then, he could only wait helplessly for the little monk to count from ten to zero again, knocking on the wooden fish and saying, "The third level, failure!" ”

Failure is failure, I want to see what kind of poetry this is!

Immediately afterwards, Chen Shuqing's left leg was also petrified, lying on the grass, staring at the bell wall for the answer.

Shiliping Lake

Qing Ning Caichen

Ten miles of flat lake frost sky,

Every inch of green silk is sad for the Chinese year.

To the moon-shaped single look at each other,

Only envy mandarin ducks, not immortals.

The poem was written by Ning Caichen for a moment when he married Nie Xiaoqian.

Chen Shuqing was immediately shocked, although Ning Caichen and Nie Xiaoqian confirmed that they did exist through Pu Songling's writing, however, the original text of this poem was not recorded in the article "Nie Xiaoqian" in "Strange Tales from Liao Zhai". This article is so beautiful, if Mr. learned of the existence of this poem, he would be willing to include it in the article "Nie Xiaoqian", but Mr. did not do this, it can only mean that this poem was written by Ning Caichen for Nie Xiaoqian's private and has not been circulated in the world, so where did the little monk learn about this poem?

The only answer is that the little monk, as an extension of the purification messenger's ontology, all the poetry content he masters comes from the purification envoy himself, and that purification messenger must be inextricably linked with Nie Xiaoqian!

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Behind the purification messenger, it seems that there are still many secrets, but the most important thing at the moment is to see that the little monk is getting more and more difficult to come up with the question, and I don't know how many poems need to be challenged in the future!

Thinking of this, Chen Shuqing already felt that her scalp was numb and her back was cold!

The little monk did not pity the fragrance and cherished the jade, and began the first two sentences of the fourth poem: "Mr. Dongpo is stubborn, and his painting Zen brushes are similar——"

Mr. Dongpo, it must be the great writer Su Dongpo, right? How did you become a "stubborn person"?

Chen Shuqing couldn't wait to faint, these two poems, not only have she never heard of them, but also their rhyme and artistic conception are inferior, just like a limerick. It seems that the purification messenger does not pursue poetic aesthetics, but deliberately finds some obscure poems out of nowhere, so that the target enemy cannot answer, so as to achieve the goal of eliminating the opponent!

While hesitating, the little monk shouted again: "Mr. Dongpo is a stubborn person, and the Zen brush array is similar——"

Although I am already full of poetry, no one is a Kangxi dictionary, how can I remember all the poems in the world?

Well, I got one of the first four poems right, maybe it won't bring fatal damage, and listen to fate, if you live until the purification messenger itself appears, let's make plans.

Thinking of this, Chen Shuqing said to the little monk self-deprecatingly: "Little monk, you are amazing, I am willing to bow down, so tell me the answer quickly." I want to see who did it. How is Mr. Dongpo stubborn? ”

The little monk naturally would not listen to Chen Shuqing's arrangement, and after a while, he finished counting down, and knocked on Muyu and said: "The fourth level, fail!" ”

Immediately afterwards, the left half of Chen Shuqing's body turned into stone, and the answer was finally given on the bell wall.

Su Shi Yansong picture

Qing Ai Xin Jueluo Hongli

Mr. Dongpo is stubborn,

The Zen brush arrays are all similar.

Bald close-up of old pine branches,

The old pine branches are immortal.

For example, a strong man's head can be broken,

The ancient heart is willing to destroy.

Knocking should be made bronze,

The cold waves of the empty hall are rising.

The poem was written on a whim of Emperor Qianlong Aixin Jueluo Hongli on a certain day to commemorate Mr. Su Dongpo, a great writer in the Song Dynasty.

It turned out to be a poem written by Emperor Qianlong!

Chen Shuqing suddenly felt terrible, sad and ridiculous, it is rumored that the Qianlong Emperor loved to write poetry, and left more than 40,000 poems in his life, which can be called the person who wrote the most poems in Chinese history. Looking at this seven-character poem again, although its theme is to praise Mr. Su Dongpo, it is really miserable to accidentally portray it so vulgarly.

If it weren't for the ability to kill, who would have the patience to ponder such limericks?

Just thinking about it, the little monk suddenly said a different cutscene from before: "The last one, please compose your own poems according to your own life!" ”

Chen Shuqing was stunned, there were a total of five exam questions, the first four of which needed to be answered with poems, and the last one needed to be composed according to his own experience.

Chen Shuqing had already given up, and suddenly it was her turn to compose poetry, but there was light in her eyes.

Perhaps for the vast majority of people in the world, it is far more difficult to compose poems on their own than to memorize existing poems, but if I have been infected by my husband for a long time, what should I fear?

Thinking of this, Chen Shuqing couldn't help but feel sad, condensed the desolate wait for more than a hundred years into a seven-word quatrain, and read emotionally and slowly: "Under the moon, the fairy Shu has a thousand tears, and a hundred years of loneliness thinks about it." If you can't keep the embroidered tent, how can you have a lover? ”

After composing this poem, Chen Shuqing stared at the little monk silently, waiting for his final judgment.