Lin Su patted him lightly on the shoulder: "Second brother, don't care, where is there no grass at the end of the world?" ”

"Where is there no grass at the end of the world...... Lin Jialiang's eyes lit up: "Third brother, this is also a poem, right?" It's really charming, have you ever written a complete poem? ”

Lin Su said casually: "The flowers fade and the red and green apricots are small, when the swallows fly, the green water is around, the willows on the branches blow less, and there is no grass at the end of the world!" ”

Lin Jialiang chanted silently, his eyes extremely bright......

"The poetry of the third brother is really unmatched! This poem, although it does not kiss the law, is fresh and transparent, and the charm is endless, which seems to be unique and opens another window of the poem...... Third brother, you write it down and write it on treasure paper! ”

"Second brother, you can write it!"

"How's that going to work? This is the original poem of the third brother, isn't it the most shameful plagiarism of literati to write it for the brother? Third brother, come, write! ”

Lin Su sighed inwardly.

Second brother, I'm under a lot of pressure when you say that, I've been plagiarizing all the time!

I want you to leave a colorful poem as well, but you are too pedantic to break through the bottom line of the literati. Okay, I'll do what breaks the bottom line! Anyway, I'm a J female pick-up, and I'm picking up one time, and I'm picking up ten times......

The treasure pen is in hand, and the treasure paper is tiled on the mountain stone......

Lin Jialiang grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly, there is no such poem in this world, this is a pioneering feat.

The reason why the literary path is difficult to find is because the so-called Kaiwen Road is to get out of one's own new road, and there are many new roads, but each one is as difficult as the sky, for example, to give a new interpretation to the commentary of the sage, for example, to create a new literary genre......

The latter is even more difficult than the former, and there are thousands of people in the world, how many of them can create a new literary genre?

Even if it is a Confucian-level figure, it is difficult to create.

For example, Deng Xianchu, a generation of great Confucianism, what he wants to do most at present is undoubtedly to create a new literary genre, but he can't create it, and he can't move when he is stuck in the extreme state of literature.

What is the third brother doing now?

He's going to create a new genre of literature!

If successful, what does it mean? It means that if he steps into the Wenxin Extreme Realm one day, he can directly step into the Wenlu Realm in one step.

The insurmountable barrier of others does not exist here at all!

What a horrible thing this is?

The question now is, whether this new literary genre is recognized or not!

Lin Su picked up the treasure pen and wrote:

"The flowers fade and the red green apricots are small, when the swallows fly, the green water is around, the willows on the branches blow less, and there is no grass at the end of the world!"

On the treasure paper, the ink is shining, but this is only the original color of the treasure paper, and there is not even a floating light.

Lin Jialiang's clothes were torn by him, and his heart was a little cold.

It's over, the Holy Will is not recognized!

The Holy Will does not recognize this genre, so the treasure paper with the will of the saint directly puts this poem into the list of cursive poems, and does not give light.

Lin Su himself was actually a little puzzled.

Damn, there's not even white light, saints and old men, aren't you really afraid that Mr. Su will jump up and hit your knees?

Ignore him, continue: "The swing in the wall, the road outside the wall, the pedestrians outside the wall, the beautiful woman in the wall laughs, the laughter gradually disappears, and the affection is ruthlessly annoyed!" ”

Lin Jialiang sighed long: "Third brother, although this poem is not in rhythm, it is so fresh and refined, chic, how can it be ......."

"Second brother, I don't call it poetry, I call it words! The name of the word card is Butterfly Love Flower. ”

As soon as the words fell, the earth suddenly shook!

In the clear sky, a golden light suddenly lit up, across the sky, and at the same time, the poem manuscript in Lin Jialiang's hand was radiant, and the colorful glow reflected the river beach in a fog.

On the Golden Avenue in the void, a line of big words appeared:

Butterfly love flowers. Baiqi Plain, the flowers fade and the red green apricots are small, when the swallows fly, the green water is around, the willows on the branches blow and there is little, and there is no fragrant grass at the end of the world......

The holy music sounded: on the Wen Road, open a new door again, named: words, open the mountain word card: butterfly love flowers.

Lin Su's mouth opened wide, Lin Jialiang knelt down suddenly, holding the manuscript in his hand with both hands, tears flowing.

Thousands of miles in the sky, the holy sound instantly spread throughout the nine countries and thirteen continents......

On the top of a mountain, two people played against each other, and one of them was Deng Xianchu.

He looked up at the sky......

"Butterflies love flowers. Baijiyuan, the flowers fade and the red green apricots are small, when the swallows fly, the green water is around, the willows on the branches blow and there is little, and there is no grass at the end of the world......"

With a click, the pieces on his fingertips shattered into powder.

"Who opened the Wendao Road?" Wenlu is also divided into big roads and small roads, the holy sound of the small road spreads for hundreds of miles, and the holy sound of the big road spreads all over the nine countries and thirteen states.

"Du Tiange? Sora Kanano? Xu Jiangke? The old man next to him said three names, all of them were great Confucians who had already stepped into the realm of Wenxin.

"Butterflies love flowers. Bai Jiyuan! No matter who he is, he must still be in Baijiyuan just now! Go to ......"

The wind rose, and the two of them soared into the sky.

On the outskirts of the capital, a beautiful woman muted the yaoqin in her hand and looked at the sky in a daze.

"The flowers fade and the red green apricots are small, when the swallows fly, the green water is around, the willows on the branches blow less, and there is no grass at the end of the world...... Who is it? Who can write such beautiful words? Who can penetrate my heart through the void? ……”

……

"Third brother!" Lin Jialiang hugged Lin Su tightly and turned around there three times.

Lin Su sighed again, the second brother's strength is really great.

"Third brother, before you enter the literary world, you will open the road first, and it is also a road that will attract the attention of the world...... Let's go home, and my mother has to worship our ancestors again...... Hahahaha......"

He was happy like a child.

Lin Su hurriedly stopped, second brother, have you noticed a problem? Shengyin only spreads the new opening of Wenlu to the world, and does not mention the name of the person, what is the reason?

The saints don't want me to be famous!

Glory is a double-edged sword, and at this moment, I can't afford to be famous.

Lin Jialiang stopped suddenly.

Yes, Kaiwen Dao Road, what a terrifying thing, the entire Dacang has not had it for hundreds of years, the third brother is currently just a small role, insignificant, under the fame, in fact, it is difficult to deputy, if the matter of his Kaiwen Road is spread all over the world, how many people will be unconvinced? What's even more terrifying is that the demon race and the demon race, which have been opposed to the human race for a long time, don't want the human race to produce another genius of literature and Taoism, and will do everything possible to strangle him. The other eight countries don't want Da Cang to be such a genius, and they will also want to destroy him.

"The third brother is right, this matter must be kept tight-lipped! Let's go home right now......"

"That's not necessary, let's go ahead with our trip."

The two picked up the bag and continued on their way.

As soon as he left, the sky was glowing, and two old men appeared in the void, looking down at the surroundings, it was Deng Xianchu and his chess friend Wuyue Shanren.

"Baiqiyuan, there is no Qi machine that appears in the Great Confucian." Deng Xianchu said: "There is also a Baiqiyuan in the ancient country of Nanyang, I heard that there is a mysterious Confucian who has lived in seclusion for ten years, could it be him?" ”

In a circle of glow, the two disappeared at the same time.

As Lin Su expected, the high-ranking Confucian-level figures, after all, there are no small ants in the ground, they would never have thought that the mysterious person who opened the way of literature and spread the holy sound in all directions would be a person who had just obtained the roots of literature under the Baiqi Plain.

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