"Senior, have you done this question?" asked Yan Liqiang with a smile.

"It's over, of course it's over!" The old man laughed heartily, stroked his long beard, looked at Yan Liqiang's lower link, and kept nodding, the more he looked, the more satisfied he became," I have been in the Sword God Sect for so many years, and I have seen countless disciples of the Sword God Sect, most of the disciples of the Sword God Sect are heavy on martial arts and light literature, thinking that poetry and books and articles are useless things, and they are side to the end of the path, but they don't know that the so-called poetry and books are just its shape, and its bones and its spirit are still in the heart, as if there is a spirit in the moves, and there is also a spirit in the words and poems！”

"The seniors have won the award, the so-called poor literature and rich martial arts, when I was a child, my family was not rich, and I didn't have the opportunity to take the road of martial arts, so I often went to the bookstore in the town and the big families to borrow books to read, and I was lucky to recognize a few words!"

If you want to talk about poetry and articles, look at the world, Yan Liqiang's five thousand years of cultural accumulation in China that he saw in his previous life are really too much beyond this world, and it is difficult to compare, so to speak, how much can the martial arts of this world exceed that world, and how much can the poetry and books of that world exceed this world, Yan Liqiang was not a great person in poetry and books before, but in terms of those poetry and books and articles he saw in his previous life, in this era, it is enough to deter anyone.

And the best thing is that after Yi Jin washed the marrow Sutra, Yan Liqiang found that he had read articles and materials in his previous life, even if he didn't remember it after reading it in his previous life, he forgot it, in the present, as long as he thinks about it, those things will appear in his mind in a steady stream, and he can't forget it, what Tang poems, Song lyrics, Yuanqu couplets, and books like the essence of ancient texts, Yan Liqiang has read some in his last life, and he only remembered a few classics before, "The Teacher's Table" and "Ai Lian Said" He may not be able to memorize it after work, but now, he can remember everything, even if it is only an occasional flip through the book, he remembers it vividly, so that it is easy for Yan Liqiang to deal with this level on the fourth floor.

"Originally, according to the rules, I had to study the two couplets of Xiaoyou, but I see that Xiaoyou's talent is quick, but I don't need to take the couplet anymore, now there is only one last question, if Xiaoyou can pass, then you can go upstairs!"

"Seniors, please!"

The old man took the pen, only muttered for a moment, then took out another piece of paper, put it on the table, dipped the pen in ink, and began to splash ink on the paper.

At the beginning, Yan Liqiang thought that the old man was going to write something, but later found out that the old man was not writing, but painting, under the old man's pen, just a moment of effort, Yan Liqiang saw that the old man's painting was the scenery on Tiankui Peak, and it was the snow scene that could be seen in these days, and in the end, under the old man's pen, Tiankui Peak was icy and snowy, and a few cold plums bloomed proudly, which was very prominent, and suddenly had the finishing touch.

The old man put away his pen, stood still, looked at his painting with satisfaction, smiled, and then said to Yan Liqiang, "What does Xiaoyou think of this painting?"

"Yes, the way of the predecessors has been perfected, which is admirable, and this painting has a unique meaning!"

"It's just that there is still a lack of a pair of words on this painting, this last question, that is, Xiaoyou to this painting on the inscription, poetry and articles are available, as long as the words of Xiaoyou's inscription can be consistent with the artistic conception of this painting, calligraphy and painting complement each other, this last level is even if Xiaoyou you have passed, if the words of Xiaoyou's inscription do not match this painting, the painting is ruined, then the fourth floor of this level Xiaoyou will not be able to pass!"

The last question from this old man, compared with the previous couplet, suddenly increased the difficulty to a new level, and the most difficult thing was to play strictly on the spot.

After the old man finished speaking, he put the pen on the pen holder, leaving time for Yan Liqiang to think.

Looking at the painting drawn by this old man, Yan Liqiang felt something, and in his mind, a poem burst out in an instant.

After just a moment of brewing in his head, Yan Liqiang picked up the pen and dipped it in ink.

"Xiaoyou be cautious, this last question, Xiaoyou can think slowly, and then put down the pen when you are fully sure, so as not to be beautiful, leave regrets for yourself, ordinary people draw inscriptions, sometimes it is common to consider ten days and a half months!" The old man next to him saw that Yan Liqiang was about to put down the pen so soon, and kindly reminded him.

"Thank you seniors for reminding me, I'm measured!" Yan Liqiang smiled, and with a movement of the pen in his hand, two words fell on the painting - Yongmei.

And the old man was staring at the pen under Yan Liqiang's hand.

Yan Liqiang took a deep breath, the pen walked away, the pen vibrated and the book was written, and columns of words began to fly out under his pen-

The wind and rain send spring back, and the snow welcomes spring.

It is already a cliff with a hundred feet of ice, and there are still flowers and branches.

Pretty doesn't compete for spring, only reports spring.

When the mountains were full of flowers, she laughed in the bushes.

Just when he saw Yan Liqiang's first sentence, the old man's eyes lit up, and when Yan Liqiang's smile was written, the old man looked at the poem inscribed by Yan Liqiang on the painting, and he was already speechless.

This poem, made by Taizu, the spirit in the text, unparalleled in the world, the text has both noble and proud character, as well as Haoran's righteousness and royal demeanor, this is Yan Liqiang's favorite poem of Yongmei, and what is even more rare is that this poem is also faintly corresponding to Yan Liqiang's identity as the protector inherited in the Sword God Sect at the moment, so Yan Liqiang did not hesitate to write this poem and inscribed it on the painting.

"Such words, such words......" The old man looked at Yongmei written by Yan Liqiang, and suddenly lost his mind, and finally sighed, "Xiaoyou can write such poems, ten times better than me, no one in the entire Sword God Sect has been able to make such poems for hundreds of years, but I am a little overwhelmed, this level can't stop Xiaoyou, Xiaoyou go up!"

"Thank you, senior!" Yan Liqiang saluted the old man, then turned around and walked towards the passage to the fifth floor.

"Little friend, wait a minute......" The old man suddenly shouted Yan Liqiang, Yan Liqiang stood up suddenly, turned his head, "What else do you have any advice from the seniors?"

The old man looked at Yan Liqiang with some expectation, "On this floor, the cheats on the upper floors are rare in the entire Sword God Sect, and the more the cheats above, the more precious they are, but for more than three hundred years, no one in the Sword God Sect has been able to go to the ninth layer of the Death Gate and obtain the things of the ninth layer, with Xiaoyou's talent, maybe you can give it a try!"

"Ah, I wonder what's on the ninth floor here?"

"Xiaoyou will know if you can go up, but I can't tell you here, otherwise it will be a bad thing!" the old man shook his head, but did not say anything.

"Okay, thank you seniors for your encouragement!"

As soon as the old man said this, Yan Liqiang was curious in his heart, he didn't know what was on the ninth layer of the Death Gate of this Crystal Tower, which actually made the disciples in the Sword God Sect not obtain it for more than three hundred years.

Yan Liqiang then walked directly towards the door of the fifth floor, and at the door of the fifth floor, there was still a line of words, reminding Yan Liqiang of what he had just passed.

——The exit is a chapter, and those who have a splendid chest can go up to the fifth floor!