Linghua Pavilion is the only super-large sect in Datong Mountain, although the name has a 'flower' in it, but it is both male and female.

And the further you go up the mountain, the more colorful flowers compete with each other, not at all like the winter season, and the air is surprisingly warm.

Until, when Xuanyi took Song Ren and Lin Miaoke to pass by, everyone stopped curiously.

This is a continuous temple similar to the Author's Certification Guild, also decorated in ink and blue, and more importantly, there are many bookcases and the voices of men and women flipping books, thinking and discussing.

There are also some paintings and blank rice paper hanging on the wall, on which sometimes some people are surprised to think of what to write, and they bring it to others to admire.

"Senior Xuan, is this the rumored masterpiece appreciation pavilion of the Linghua Pavilion?" Although Lin Miaoke on the side came for the first time, he had done some homework on Linghua Pavilion before.

This masterpiece is not called cheesy, but since its inception, it has given birth to two century-old writers, four liufang and sixteen fine authors.

For nothing else, it is claimed to have gathered all the famous works that can be collected in the mainland, analyzed and appreciated here, and then followed this line of thought to come out of another style.

According to Song Ren's words in his previous life, it is to analyze those bestsellers that have achieved good results, and form a large team to analyze every sentence in them, the use of each word, the description of the characters, the development of the story, and so on.

Peel back a book to learn and imitate.

The most important thing is to make a good poem for the most successful person in the book, or a prose-like description.

Because only if you really understand the role played by the protagonist or supporting character in the book, when you do it, can you portray your supporting character successfully with ease.

The paintings on the walls are portraits of characters from successful books, and below are your appreciative descriptions of the meaning of his or her existence.

Song Ren even saw rows of printed copies of "Zhu Xian" and "Divine Tomb" on a separate row of shelves, all of which were from the Author Certification Guild.

There is also a slogan on it: [Have the ability to hit me, the author's exclusive learning and exploration anatomy]

Looking at this long list of slogans, Song Ren's face twitched.

You analyze it, you analyze it, why use such a terrible word as 'dissection'.

Don't be so scary.

On the side near this row of bookshelves, there are dozens of hanging paintings on the wall, each marking the source.

For example, in the first picture, there is a picture of a woman with a bell, a smiling face, and a green dress.

[Baguio, from the heroine of "Zhu Xian", the daughter of the Demon Sect Ghost King Sect Master Ghost King and the Little Idiot, the daughter of the Ghost King Sect Master, met the protagonist Zhang Xiaofan for the first time in the Heyang City Bazaar in the book......]

The following is an analysis of dozens of praise and analysis in different fonts.

[Emerald clothes and green skirts, remembering relatives in the depths of the underworld.

Death and life are dripping blood holes, and the black bamboo forest of heaven and earth is the alliance.

One thought, but ask for the king to be safe, I am willing to do nothing.

After the sad and strange flowers are flying, the eternal bell sound is still there. 】

Next door there are dozens of portraits of Lu Xueqi, Xiaohuan, Zhou Yixian, Tian Buyi, Tian Ling'er, wild dogs, etc., as small as the golden finger of the soul eater stick, the little gray monkey and so on.

The real peeling back of the cocoon has broken down the book "Zhu Xian" into countless small parts.

There is also the "Tomb of the Gods" that has also been completed, and even "Sword in the Snow" has come out.

Song Ren stood in place and was dumbfounded.

Aren't you playing too big?

Lin Miaoke had already looked around, and there were nearly a thousand people walking around in the entire Masterpiece Appreciation Pavilion, frowning and thinking, it was more library than a library.

There are also some other fine books by famous writers around the area.

Song Ren even saw ten bookshelves marked with [Sage Humanities] above.

If it's a cow petal, the saints can get it.

But there were no portraits or people there, not even in the corners, and there was some dust on them.

It seems that everyone is self-aware, and the sage is not so easy to analyze and imitate.

Xuan Yi just wanted to say something, but suddenly his face changed, and his hands trembled.

She looked at Song Ren, who was staring at the sage, and suddenly slowly closed her eyes, and opened them after a long time, her eyes were a little red: "Mu Jin, you accompany Song Gongzi and Miss Lin to take a look here, and I'll go out for a while." ”

After finishing speaking, he looked at Song Ren, and his face showed softness: "Xiao Song, just watch it if you want to, this place is free, even those few sage books are fine, and when you are tired, I will tell Mu Ying to take you back to the mountain to rest and eat." ”

Mu Ying on the side was stunned, if she heard correctly, what Shizun said just now was to let him 'command' herself.

It's just a person who attracted the fire ape to sacrifice the fish and dragon chant, why should he tell himself.

How did Shizun's attitude suddenly change so quickly?

Song Ren has long wanted to see what the so-called sage is like, and he has never had the opportunity before, but this time it is just right: "Okay, thank you, senior." ”

Xuanyi nodded, turned and walked towards the door, while Song Ren plunged into the dusty bookshelf.

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On the top of the mountain, the old man stood with his hands in his hands, wearing a small round hat and black glasses, looking at the various peaks shrouded in clouds and mist in front of him.

It's really nostalgic.

Shout!

A wind whistle flew across his face, and the old man only tilted his head slightly, then ducked, and then smiled bitterly.

"I haven't seen you for so many years, why are you still so short-tempered," Jiu Lao turned his head and looked at Xuanyi who was holding a long sword not far behind him.

Xuanyi's whole body trembled, the sword roared, and he pointed at the old wine, and his voice trembled: "You are still alive, you are still alive, I buried seventy-eight graves, I buried seventy-eight graves." ”

Xuanyi's voice was hoarse, almost roaring.

Jiu Lao's eyes suddenly darkened, and he lowered his head with a painful face: "I'm sorry, I really tried my best and didn't bring all my brothers back, as for your eldest brother and second brother, indeed, they have fallen." ”

After Jiu Lao finished saying this, the sword in Xuanyi's hand suddenly fell, and his body seemed to be drained of strength.

After getting the transmission of the old wine, she still had a glimmer of hope, but after hearing it with her own ears at this moment, she directly squatted down and covered her face and cried.

originally planned to teach him a lesson, but now because of this sentence, he is completely out of strength.

Jiu Lao came slowly, squatted down and gently patted Xuanyi's back.

"Can you take me to those graves, I haven't seen them in years."

Xuanyi suddenly raised his head, his eyes staring at Jiu Lao: "Who is it, who is it?" Isn't it commonplace? Tell me, I've been waiting for this answer for decades. ”

The old man shook his head, with a guilty face: "I said I don't know, do you believe it?" ”

"Faith!"

"Thank you!"

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