Chapter 169: Poetic Resonance

The Seven Masters of the Holy Sword harnessed the high-grade sword of the spirit product, flew quickly in the sky, flew over mountains, flew over rivers, and finally flew to the edge of the island - the edge of Wanglai Island in the evening.

On the edge of Wanglai Island is a vast expanse of sea, and flying over the sea at night would be a very risky move.

"Great Elders, let's rest on this beach tonight, and wait until tomorrow when it is dawn, and then continue on our way!"

Hatred led everyone, harnessed the high-grade sword of the spirit product and landed on a beach by the sea, and after dropping a word, he went to find a place to rest.

Others, following suit, went to the beach, some found a rock to sit down on, while others looked around for a proper place to rest, and the whole day of rapid flight was exhausting.

When twilight is about to fall, Fu Xing stands on the shore and looks at the sky, only to see a rainbow rising in the distance where the water and the sky meet, like a fairy tale world in a dream, which can make him forget the fatigue of the whole day.

At this time, Zhang Tianxiang also stood by Fu Xing's side, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the rainbow in the distance with Fu Xing, which was like a picturesque and wonderful place.

"Ah...... / The sea, the vast sea / Inclusive, all-encompassing, encompassing all things / Just like you and me / Mind / Hold everything that can be contained / Twilight returns / From surging to calm / From turbulence to loneliness / Undulating layer after layer / Waves, pushing time to the other shore / And from the other shore to the morning sun / You and I practice / are all in the middle of the sea //"

The poetic Fu Xing, with a feeling, chanted his sonnets facing the twilight sea in one breath.

These infectious sentences came out of Fu Xing's mouth, and immediately surprised Zhang Tianxiang beside him.

These sentences are full of a strong sense of substitution, giving Zhang Tianxiang the feeling of being like the wonderful nourishment between the real and the unreal.

"Brother Fu, those sentences you just said make my little sister feel very cordial. What the hell is this? After pondering carefully for a while, Zhang Tianxiang asked Fu Xing curiously.

"This is my sonnet modern poem, or a way of expressing my feelings!" Fu Xing introduced.

"Sonnets of modern poetry? This is the first time my little sister has heard of it, it's so fresh! Zhang Tianxiang sighed.

In my hometown, some literati often use this to express their feelings and hopes! Many of them are sad, melancholy, prideful, and looking forward to it, and many of them can resonate with people. Fu Xing introduced, "And we here, we don't want this, we can only use it as a seasoning for cultivating life!" ”

"Bullshit......" Hearing the conversation between Fu Xing and Zhang Tianxiang, what sonnets of modern poetry and expressing feelings, the hatred not far away scolded in the bottom of his heart, "What a Fu Xing, he actually used this way to capture the heart of a beautiful woman, it is simply a blasphemy of the word cultivation, and it also defiles the name of the Seven Masters of the Holy Sword, and even disgraces the name of the Great Elder of the Holy Sword Sect!" ”

Although the hatred was dissatisfied, he did not dare to suppress it on the spot. As the leader of the Seven Masters of the Holy Sword, he would not offend any of the Seven Masters of the Holy Sword no matter what, until he completed the task assigned by the Ancestor to go to the abyss of the island to strengthen the seal of demon suppression.

The other people in the Seven Masters of the Holy Sword also heard Fu Xing's loud emotion, although they didn't know why Fu Xing was like this, but they could also feel the content of their feelings, and they could resonate from a certain emotion.

Especially the last two sentences, "You and my cultivation / are all in the middle of the ocean // "

Fang Xinzhi, who was sitting on the beach resting and meditating, although he looked like a big man, as a member of the Seven Masters of the Holy Sword, after listening to Fu Xing's fourteen modern poems, he felt the same way-on the path of cultivation, before reaching the realm of oblivion, they were all ants, and everything could be vain. Isn't this a drop in the ocean? It's too small to be negligible!

And Tian Shusheng in the Seven Masters of the Holy Sword, dressed like a scholar, seems to feel the same way for Fu Xing, but the way of expression is not a sonnet modern poem, and the common way of praise in the Four Seas Continent - the real and straightforward kind, 1510, there is no implicit at all, let alone any metaphor.

"What is the origin of this kid, the sentences he sings, can resonate with me?" Tian Shusheng sighed in his heart, "Could it be that this kid really has special skills as the ancestor praised?" ”

Except for Zhang Tianxiang, Hatred, Fang Xinzhi, and Tian Shusheng, the others listened and turned a blind eye, as if nothing had happened.

After all, Fu Xing has nothing to do with them, let alone a friendship, the only thing that can attract their attention is that they are the Seven Masters of the Holy Sword, who came to strengthen the seal of the Demon Suppression, and they just worked together to condense the Seven Masters Sword Formation.

When the sea, the beach, and the twilight are with the practitioner, there can be many unimaginable artistic conceptions.

Fu Xing, who once had a persistent pursuit of modern sonnets, could only lament to himself after casually singing and expressing his heart—he originally had a good future in modern civilized society, but after crossing into the exotic planet of Fulongxing, he opened the mode of cultivation and questioning, how to find the way back to the earth in the unknown world, and has been buried deep in Fu Xing's heart.

"It's not too early, we should rest." Fu Xing suddenly changed his words and proposed, "Let's go to the big coconut tree in front of us to breathe!" ”

"Okay......" Zhang Tianxiang originally wanted to continue to ask Fu Xing's rich heart, but seeing that Fu Xing didn't want to say more, he had to give up.

The Seven Masters of the Holy Sword all found their own resting places, and in the night, they each meditated and breathed, dispelling the fatigue caused by the rapid control of the high-grade sword of the spirit product during the day, and making adequate preparations for the next day's trip.

The Seven Masters of the Holy Sword, led by Hatred, is a powerful team, and the Seven Masters Sword Formation performed together, and its strength can compete with the masters in the later stage of the Forgotten Realm.

And it was precisely because of such a strong strength that Ruan Hong, the ancestor of the Holy Sword Sect, specially arranged for the Seven Masters of the Holy Sword to take on the role of the vanguard of going to the abyss of the island to strengthen the demon suppression seal.

In other words, it was in place of the Holy Sword Ancestor Ruan Hongcai who went to the abyss of the island to strengthen the loose demon suppression seal.

Except for Sect Leader Gao Xuan and Supreme Elder Le Kaicheng, it is estimated that no one knows about the careful layout of the Holy Sword Sect Ancestor.

The Ten Thousand Sword Sect, which is far away in thousands of mountains and rivers, as a major sect that can almost rank first with the Holy Sword Sect on Wanglai Island, is also actively preparing for the legend of the Demon King's existence.

With the Sect Master, Elder Taishang, and Old Ancestor as the absolute high-level team, they were discussing the upcoming expedition in a secret room of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect at this moment.

Wan Yijian, the ancestor of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, was an old man with gray hair and a wrinkled face, and I saw him sitting on a quaint wooden chair with a thoughtful look.

On the left and right sides of the Wanyi Sword, stood Wan Yiming, the Sect Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and Wan Xiangrong, the Supreme Elder of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, respectively, and the two of them bowed respectfully, ready to obey the Ancestor's arrangement at any time.