Poetry and blood sacrifice, although it can make the talent skyrocket, but the sequelae brought by it are quite terrible. In severe cases, the palace may collapse, or the gas may burst.

It's all devastating damage.

And Lin Yu only opened the literary knack for a few days, and suddenly the blood sacrifice forcibly let the poems communicate the talent of heaven and earth, and the collapse of the talent palace was almost doomed.

"Haha, okay, very well, so that Ben Shao doesn't have to do it himself, it's really self-inflicted, and he can't live......"

Fang Shiming's eyes lit up, and a happy and smug smile appeared on his face.

Laugh at!

Lin Yu crushed the sunspot he was holding in his palm, one corner was very sharp, and then directly cut his left index finger.

The index finger of the left hand, closest to the heart, is one of the requirements of the blood sacrifice.

It represents sincerity.

"Lin Yu ......"

Fang Qingxue's delicate body trembled, and her beautiful eyes stared at Lin Yu on the rain prayer platform, she knew that she would not be able to forget this back in this life.

When night falls, the moon hangs high in the sky, and everything around the prayer platform is silent.

Lin Yu used his bloody index finger to stick it on the divine stone, and in an instant, the whole person's face changed slightly, and this divine stone was actually sucking his blood.

"Nima ......"

Lin Yu scolded in his heart.

But since he chose the blood sacrifice, there is no turning back, for the twenty years of hard work of his father-in-law, for the sake of the 'father of Lingdao', he can only fight.

"The bright moon is not frightened. ”

Six italic blood characters were clearly printed on the divine stone, and just when Lin Yu was looking forward to the shocking scene, he found that ...... The Divine Stone didn't react at all.

Belch!

Lin Yu's body trembled, sweat began to appear on his forehead, he had been brewing for so long, and he had said so many pretending words, if this poem had no effect, he would probably become the laughing stock of the Fang family.

Even Fang Qingxue, who had just shown a hint of expectation in her beautiful eyes, was stunned.

Burst!

"I'm laughing to death, poetry and blood sacrifices can't condense talents, what kind of rubbish poetry is this......?"

Fang Shiming burst into tears, although he couldn't see what Lin Yu had written, he had heard of the effect of the poetry and blood sacrifice.

That's all that can cause a change in the heavens and the earth.

However, Lin Yu's poems failed to make the Divine Stone change in the slightest, it was just too wasteful.

"The breeze chirps cicadas in the middle of the night......"

The Divine Stone was still sucking Lin Yu's blood, and in desperation, he had no choice but to continue writing, but it was another six blood characters written down, and the Divine Stone still did not change in the slightest.

......

Silence, silence.

Just when everyone sighed and was disappointed, a slight change suddenly occurred between heaven and earth.

The wind is blowing!

The moonlight in the sky was originally blocked by a cloud of dark clouds, and this sudden breeze blew away the dark clouds over Yongle Township.

Chirp!chirp!

The villagers heard the call of magpies coming from the branches at the entrance of the village, apparently alarmed by the moonlight.

Got it! Got it!

And the breeze also blew the quiet chirping of cicadas.

At this moment, everyone's body shook suddenly, and an indescribable wonderful artistic conception suddenly appeared in everyone's hearts.

Their eyes looked at the prayer platform in unison, and they vaguely guessed that this sudden change should be related to Lin Yu.

Only Fang Shiming, his eyes were gloomy and terrifying, and a pair of fists were clenched in his sleeve robe.

"It's ......"

Fang Qingxueqiao's face was moved, she felt the subtle changes between the world around her, she also heard the trembling and bird chirping, and also felt the breeze blowing from time.

At the same time, the originally withered spiritual rice showed signs of recovery under the gentle breeze.

Hiss!

Fang Qingxue gasped, and her breathing became heavy at this moment.

"What kind of poem did Lin Yu write, it actually resonated with heaven and earth, not talented, no wonder the divine stone did not move, it has integrated its talent into this heaven and earth, and everything is reproducing the scene in the blood sacrifice poem......"

Fang Qingxue's beautiful eyes widened, the poem of Lin Yu's blood sacrifice was not bad, but very good, it had surpassed the talent and reached the resonance of heaven and earth.

In this case, the talent of this heaven and earth, under the influence of the sacred stone and the blood sacrifice poem, will show the scene described in the poem.

But...... What does Lin Yu do when he writes about Mingyue, Magpie, and Cicada? What does this have to do with Lingdao?

Lin Yu, who was in the rain prayer platform, did not feel the changes around him, what he felt most clearly was the flow of blood in his body.

"The fragrance of rice flowers says that there is a good year, listening to the sound of frogs, seven or eight stars outside the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain. ”

Lin Yu entered the artistic conception of poetry, and the speed of writing became faster and faster.

"In the old days, at the edge of the forest of the Maodian Society, the road turned to the river bridge and suddenly saw ......"

Swish!

After Lin Yu finished writing the word 'see', he directly withdrew his hand, and his body was also pushed away by the huge force in the divine stone, and then as soon as he saw a flower, he knelt on one knee and gasped for breath.

Quack!

Suddenly, Lin Yu heard the croaking of frogs coming from the rice field, and it became denser and more noisy.

In the fight for a good year.

At the same time, the withered spiritual rice seemed to be affected by these effects, and it actually began to glow with strong vitality.

The drooping ears of rice began to stand up, exuding an intoxicating rice fragrance, and there seemed to be a taste of 'talent' in this rice fragrance.

"Success, success!"

Lin Yu's face was pale, as if he had lost too much blood, but when he felt the changes between heaven and earth, and the scene similar to the words of this song "Xijiang Moon, Night Walking Yellow Sand Ancient Road", a heroic feeling rose in his heart.

This is the change he brings to the table.

At the moment when Lin Yu couldn't support his body and was about to fall, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a shadow appear in front of him, and a tranquil fragrance came to his nose.

It was Fang Qingxue.

"Wife, I made it, right?"

Lin Yu looked at Fang Qingxue's red eyes and said weakly, a smile appeared on his face.

"Yes, yes, you succeeded!"

Fang Qingxue knelt in front of Lin Yu, two lines of tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, leaned Lin Yu's head on her fragrant shoulder, and said softly: "Have a good rest......"

"Miss!"

"Sister Qingxue~"

"Old man......"

"Brother-in-law......"

At the same time, the villagers in Yongle Village, as well as Xiao Taozi, Fang Shiyu, Fang Xiaonian, and Zhao Dongru, all boarded the rain platform at this moment.

Everyone's face showed an extremely complicated look.

Poetry and blood sacrifice, he successfully saved these spiritual rice, saved the Fang family's sixth master for twenty years of hard work, and completed this pioneering feat.

"Master and talent, please be worshiped by the villagers of Yongle Township!"

The head of Yongle Township led a few villagers to hire farmers, and knelt down directly to Lin Yu, who had fallen asleep, they were not good at words, and only knew how to express their inner touches and shocks with the most simple behavior.

(End of chapter)