Chapter 171: The Twilight of the Day 4

100, 200, 300,...... 1,000, 2,000...... 10,000 ......

There is a foundation, there is a golden pill.

Jin Dan wants Yang Chen's secret, Zhuji, and just wants to witness this stirring storm, although he is destined to be destroyed, however, the rivers and lakes will have his legend.

Is this what it feels like to reign over the world?

He teased himself, but it wasn't, it was the enemy of the world.

Yes, the story of the protagonist can be a little different, but it's a bit outrageous.

However, fate is not in his own hands, he is just a weak monk, in front of the Great Dao, he is like dust.

However, I should have my own story, I should have my own legend.

In his previous life, he cultivated the path of leisure, but he was not at ease in his life, he was timid, and he never really followed his heart, which was a failure.

In this life, this may be the last time, why not go happily?

So, in that case, this situation is here, and don't plagiarize it recklessly?

Hahaha......

Are you crazy? Are you crazy by this meeting?

But it's normal to think about it, after all, so many enemies.

But......

Elegant body style, a slight jump, the sword qi is vertical and horizontal, flattening the hundred-zhang boulder, the sword light is staggered, on the flattened stone wall, the atmosphere is majestic, and the simple big characters of the sword intent are unbridled on the boulder.

The gold bottle sake bucket is ten thousand, and the jade plate is ten thousand dollars.

I couldn't eat when I stopped throwing my cup, and I was at a loss when I drew my sword and looked around.

If you want to cross the Yellow River and ice congestion river, you will climb the snow-filled mountains of Taihang.

Idle fishing sit on the stream, and suddenly take a boat to dream of the sun.

The road is difficult, the road is difficult, the road is divergent, and now it is safe.

There will be times when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds will sail into the sea.

"Difficult to Walk" - Yang Chen

Since plagiarism is blatant, it is blatant, at least when people defend their rights, they can find the perpetrators themselves.

Every stroke, every stroke, every word is full of his sword intent, and it shows his pride and conceit.

Under the edge of the sword, the big characters jumped out, and the view was like a loose horse flying into the air and leaving the dust, and like a dragon flying in the sky, flowing and moving, from nothingness, and returning to the void, this almost crazy primitive vitality, impulsively seems to contain the aura of heaven and earth, giving birth to the earth's creatures, and nourishing all things.

What kind of mind can have such a majestic state, how arrogant, only to have such romantic feelings, in this desperate situation, do not forget to chant poems against me?

However, when the payment was made, the world was shocked not only by his arrogant and domineering writing, but also by the hidden tricks between the lines. ，

What kind of cultivation can be hidden between the lines of the sword?

How smart is it to create such a swordsmanship?

Hidden between the lines, at least the Xuan-level swordsmanship, right?

The sword intent soared into the sky, and most people witnessed the birth of a miracle and began to enlighten.

However, what is surprising is that everyone has their own understanding, not just kendo.

Terrible?

Is such a person terrifying? Is there really no big force cultivating such a person in secret?

Can such a person grow up on his own?

The foundation building monk has a great harvest, and the harvest of Jin Dan is relatively small, but this is enough to shock everyone's soul.

Everyone's jaws dropped and their eyes popped out of their sockets.

Yang Chen, there are too many surprises.

Hahaha......

Arrogant, with a wave of his big hand, the long sword shot again.

He is going further and further on the road of plagiarism, and he is out of control.

"Can someone play a song?"

Zheng!

The long sword roared slightly, and with a loud roar, a sword flattened the boulder again, and on the side of the boulder where a poem had already been written, the sword was swung again.

What is it this time?

No one knew, but when they heard him yell, and someone played a song, they already had a guess.

So versatile?

Just, now, when to do this?

However, when Yang Chen's long sword carved a small note on the stone wall, someone was moved.

There are a lot of people who know the rhythm of music?

There are a lot of people who are hard to find soulmates?

"Good...... Good...... Good ......"

"Such masterpieces are hard to find through the ages......"

"I also ask Brother Yang to allow the little girl to accompany ......"

Jin Dan calls herself a little woman, which shows that the music score written by Yang Chen is by no means ordinary.

Dozens of people wanted to participate, but they could do so if they wanted to, and this time, it was a hodgepodge.

Refreshing!

He stood with his sword in his hands behind his back and looked at his masterpiece.

Lao Tzu can go down in history.

Brush......

The lyre appeared in front of him.

He took a long breath and stared at the black-pressed enemy again, letting out a long howl.

Hahaha......

Boom......

The piano sounded.

The drums of war beat, as if thousands of troops and horses, suddenly lost and surging,

The pipa is light, as if forgetting the landscape.

The flute sounded in unison, from melodious and clear, and the sound broke through the wilderness.

Everyone sees a picture scroll, the pride of thousands of miles of vicissitudes, the light and shadow of the rivers and lakes.

Regardless of success or failure, no matter what grievances, all you need is a pot of turbid wine and indulge in singing. Coupled with the taste of that poem, the whole world seems to be a little more desolate and sad all of a sudden.

The rivers and mountains are exhausted, the sky is eternal, and the hero has left a pocket of evening photos.

The atmosphere is majestic, chic and self-satisfied, the vicissitudes of life are thorough, and hearty.

"The sea laughed and the tide on both sides of the strait

The ups and downs follow the waves, only remember the present day

The sky is smiling, and the tide is in the world

God knows who loses and who wins

The country is smiling, and the rain is far away

How much do you know about the waves and the red dust

The breeze laughed and was lonely

There is still a night photo left of pride

Cangsheng laughs and is no longer lonely

Pride is still smiling infatuately

Lala......"

Sometimes thousands of troops, sometimes silent is better than sound, behind the vicissitudes of laughter, is it killing, or peace, no one knows?

Is it pride, ambition, or sadness, no one will ask?

This is a masterpiece for the ages, and there is no doubt that this song will be sung to the ends of the earth.

Needless to say, Yang Chen will be on fire.

At this moment, who is not full of pride?

In the midst of this song, who is not enthusiastic?

Chat a few words, I have written all the troubles of the rivers and lakes, and a few words, I have exhausted the worries of the world, but in the rivers and lakes, although I can't help myself, I must also be proud of the clouds and smile at the heavens.

"A Laugh in the Sea" is already a war song under the performance of dozens of Jin Dan.

In the vicissitudes of laughter, is it tired of the bloody rain, or is it nostalgia for the past, or is it just full of expectations for the future?

Everyone has their own song "A Laugh in the Sea" in their hearts, and different people have different interpretations.

But they all have one thing in common, and that is that they are full of infinite pride.

When the last note ended, the sky was silent.

Wizards of the Ages......

Miraculous......

Shocking......

Wonderful......

There is such a rhythm in the world......

Is there such a psalm in the world......

Everyone's hearts were shaken.

is young, not only in order to cultivate, but also in poetry and songs, Yang Chen, who are you?

He took the lyre and stood up.

His eyes were shining.

A powerful momentum that rises with the wind. 、、

In the face of an enemy a hundred times and a thousand times his own, he has never been cowardly.