"Little Ningning, ......"

Just when Luo Ning was still immersed in the artistic conception just now, the hoarse voice on the lookout suddenly changed, and the painting style that was the only one in Luo Ning's eyes and sighed in the world suddenly collapsed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Hi...... Xin Lao is good. ”

"Xiao Ningning, you come up, carry this tiger roaring bell, and follow me to a place. ”

After that, Xin Lao slowly walked down from the lookout, but his cloudy and pale eyes seemed to be able to see Luo Ning, and said, "Don't go quickly." ”

"Oh...... Oooh. Luo Ning nodded hurriedly and ran up to the lookout to bring down the Red Tiger Bell. Moving this Red Tiger Bell is actually not difficult for Luo Ning. Because as early as a few years ago, Xin Lao often let himself carry this big bell around the mountain.

When Luo Ning stepped on the ground, Xin Lao didn't say anything, and walked directly out of the mountain gate and walked towards a path that few people walked.

Luo Ning didn't speak, just carried the bell forward. But in my mind, all I had was the sigh of Xin Lao just now, and the vicissitudes of the bell.

"That's the word. Xin Lao walked slowly in front of him, and suddenly said: "The words can be sung through the rhythm." It is divided into Near-Antiquity, Middle Age, and Antiquity. There are words today, but they are very powerful. What I have just sung is the words of ancient times. ”

"But after all, the level is limited...... It's hard to exert that kind of power. Generally speaking, even the simplest ancient words require a third-order lawyer to chant. ”

"That's why the girl you contacted before didn't chant during the battle. ”

Because he forcibly landed when he jumped off the Tigger Cliff before, Luo Ning's legs were a little bruised and swollen. And now that he is still carrying the bell, his legs tremble when he takes a step, and his pace is becoming more and more unstable. But Luo Ning didn't squeak and continued to follow.

"To sing a word, you must first be able to feel the meaning of the word. And the rhythm of music is to follow this vein, emitting unimaginable power. ”

"Zhao Guo is too small after all, and some things, less than a grade, will not be touched at all. It's as if ordinary people don't know the cultivation of spirits, and ordinary spirits don't know words either. ”

"What about the Beiling Academy?" Luo Ning asked, after all, for Luo Ning now, his vision was tied to the Beiling Academy.

"Beiling Academy is naturally okay. Generally speaking, the low-grade tone lawyer needs the five tones as the basis and uses the rhythm to kill. But what if you use the words directly?"

"Although only the third-order sound lawyer is qualified to touch the simplest ancient words. But what if it is self-created, if the pulse is stable, the power emitted will not be inferior to that of the first and second order of music!"

The night returns to the mountains and forests, and a crescent moon shines coldly in mid-air. And that trail seems to have come to an end.

After a while, Luo Ning saw a river appear in front of him, and near the bank, there was a small boat, fluttering and swaying. I saw Xin Lao standing on the boat slowly, looking up at the green mountains opposite.

Then suddenly, as soon as Xin Lao raised his sleeves, a wave of spiritual power surged towards Luo Ning, and without saying a word, he directly rolled the bell on Luo Ning's back to the boat.

"Words have their own brand names, and word brand names limit the rhythm of words. The self-created words must conform to the sound of the words stipulated in the word board. There are at least four sounds of the Middle Ages, including the sound of peace, the sound of up, the sound of going, and the sound of entering. The sound of peace is flat, and the sound of peace is the sound of injustice. If you go up, go in, and enter, all of them are yes. ”

The word is divided into small tones, middle tones, and long tones. The longest tune is called "The Preface to the Cry of the Warbler", with a total of 24 crosses, and the smallest order is the "Sixteen-Character Order", which is only 16 characters. However, when it comes to the creation of words, it is not as simple as possible. ”

Xin Lao's voice sounded in this open space, but Luo Ning didn't say anything, just stood on the side, for fear of missing a word and listened carefully.

"It's like a sparrow, though it's small, and has all its organs. A word, the least number of words such as the sixteen-character order, but it still needs to be able to show the artistic conception of the word, which is very difficult. For long tones, the number of words is too large, and the layout should be considered. So generally speaking, the best original word count is mostly about four crosses to about six crosses. ”

"The reason why I asked you to go to the Cloud City Black Market is because there are some remnants of words from the Middle Ages. In the future, you can use it to fill in words according to the word spectrum. If there is no lexicon, it is like painting a tiger and not becoming an anti-dog, and it will not be able to exert its power at all. ”

After that, Xin Lao looked at Luo Ning and said, "I only have a Linjiang Immortal's dictionary in my hand." This was still a long time ago, when a small country was destroyed, I rescued an official, and he wrote it in the middle of leaving the national capital with me, the national capital, named Chang'an. ”

Slowly, Xin Lao raised his head, as if he was feeling something. At this moment, the boat that had been tied to the shore inadvertently broke away from the shore and drifted towards the center of the river.

Between the mountains and forests, only the wind blew softly, and Xin Lao put a hand on the tiger roaring bell, slowly raised it, and then slowly patted it.

"Knock ......"

"Thousands of miles of fishy hatred, what is the heroic spirit through the ages?" Xin Lao suddenly spoke, as if a voice that had been silent for many years quickly erupted, and in an instant, the originally calm river surface directly set off a wave and quickly slapped towards the distance.

"Knock ......"

With the sound of a bell, the wave continued to rush forward, but after a while it reverse. In the center of the river, a whirlpool slowly calmed down, and a crescent moon on the other side of the mountain was faintly reflected.

"A lonely river and a lonely moon have no waves. That can look northwest......" Xin Lao's voice was a little choked at this time, and the other end slowly turned to the northwest, at this time, a pot of wine appeared in Xin Lao's palm, slowly took a sip, and said: "Turbid wine is afraid of worry." ”

Luo Ning's eyes were already closed. The contagious power of this kind of word...... Luo Ning had no doubt that if he learned this Linjiang Immortal, he could completely use the chanting to lose the fighting spirit of a large group of Spirit Condensing Realm spirits.

But without allowing Luo Ning to think about it, Xin Lao's voice came again, this time the voice became more and more intense, and the unique hoarse voice echoed alone in this small world with countless gloomy atmospheres.

"Dreaming goodbye to Chang'an is still like a dream, and the dream soul is still wandering. Waking up from a dream is still halfway up the mountains and rivers. ”

Luo Ning's eyes closed even tighter, and he forcibly held back the tears in his eyes that were about to be unstoppable, and half-tilted his head.

The last sentence is a fate that is difficult to struggle with if it came from afar: "The partridge can't stop crying, and the phoenix song is singing again." ”

The voice choked with a desire to talk, and gradually slightened, and slowly buried that unwillingness in the river.

Sometimes the dream is separated from the green mountain, and the river hugs the big bell for a long time.

ps:1: This word is "Linjiang Immortal", which belongs to the author's original.

2: When the rest of the authors set up the Dragon Suite Building, I established the Original Poetry Criticism Building. I know that no reader will like to write original poems after writing a book, but I still want to give it a try.

3: How much of the peace of the blood is due to the click of a small addition to the bookshelf. So, ask for a collection.