Even if there is really an excellent theme, the first half of the song should be revealed, and the first half of the song should be revealed, directly facing the word sect, you need to know that the word sect Nanchu Jushi currently dreams that the word can be passed on - his generation of word sect has no words to pass on to the world, but outsiders have written it, so how can he be embarrassed? If there is a good idea in front of him waiting for him to pass it on, how can he not seize this opportunity and go all out?

If the word sect completes the inheritance first, Lin Su has great ability, and it will be too late!

In an instant, the five of them experienced countless turns in their hearts, and finally, they firmly recognized it.

Zhang Hong nodded: "Bet!" ”

"Okay, this is the Wendao contract, sign it!" Lin Su put his hand together, put the pen on the gold paper, waved it, and handed the contract in his hand to five people, Lin Su wrote the first half of the poem, and the others made up the second half of the poem, limited to two hours, if it was made up, it was handed down......

All five people signed one by one......

Zhang Hong signed first, Lu Yujing second, when he signed, a girl ran over and handed him a note, but Lu Yujing didn't look at it, and signed directly, which made Lu Youwei's face change greatly in the gauze curtain, brother, why do you have to jump out and go against him? Why do we have to cut the corner?

All five people signed, and the contract was handed to Lin Su, and when Lin Su was about to sign it, Zhang Yiyu's voice came from his ears: "Have you thought about it?" If I don't have absolute certainty, I have a way, I can let that Zhou Tong tell the truth! ”

Lin Su raised his eyes, looked at Zhang Yiyu, smiled slightly, put down the pen, and Lin Su's two big characters fell, announcing the conclusion of the contract.

These two big words, very smooth, mean that he is in a pretty good mood.

Picking up the stars of the Lingyun Poetry Club, he saw a group of villains, but he also unexpectedly felt Yiyu's kindness, he and her were originally drifting apart, but at this moment, the once familiar her seemed to be back.

"The bet has been made, now it's up to you!" Zhang Hong said coldly.

"Okay, then I'll write ......"

The crowd stared at him, all staring at the tip of his pen.

How arrogant is it to write words in public and to threaten them to be passed down to the world? And how exciting?

Zhang Haoran held up the wine glass in his hand, completely forgetting that there was no wine in the glass, Zhang Yiyu had a little sweat on the tip of her nose, and for some reason, the moment he lifted the pen, she suddenly became nervous.

Inside the curtain, Xie Xiaoyan's face was peachy, and at this moment she was beautiful, Lu Youwei had an extremely abnormal red glow on her face, and it seemed that she was sick again, and Bi Xuanji, who was known as immobile as a mountain, completely stopped breathing......

Half a word, directly determines everything, if the previous writing is too poor, even a saint does not want to make up this word to the world, this is the way of poetry in the "determine the end".

And Lu Yujing, Zhang Hong and the other five people had a sneer on their faces, they absolutely didn't believe it! Even if he beat them cold, they absolutely didn't believe that he could win this bet.

Lin Su lifted the pen, with a wave, the pen is only about seven or eight words, the golden light flashes, the symbol of the golden light word!

After writing a line, the colorful light appears!

The people were all astonished, they had never seen the words unfinished, and the colored light had appeared.

In the blink of an eye, the colors become colorful!

Lin Su raised his hand, and the colorful light in his palm was permeated, and lines of big characters swept across the building......

"The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, the waves are sweeping away the heroes, the success or failure is empty, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times."

Half a poem, colorful chapters!

The building was filled with petrified people.

Zhang Haoran, Zhang Yiyu, and the three daughters in the curtain all have brilliant eyes......

The Yangtze River is rolling, the big waves are sweeping the sand, the heroes are out of the sky, laughing at the heroes of all directions, no matter how much criticism there is, it will eventually come to light, the green mountains are still the same, and the sunset is still the same......

This is his answer to criticism!

Wang Cheng stared at the words in the air for a long time, his face changed, he lectured for a whole morning, said countless word skills, the word in front of him, just the ultimate in his ideal, every word is so ordinary, but combined, it is a magnificent picture, with heroism, passion, philosophy, with vicissitudes......

Everyone was stunned by this half of the poem at the same time.

After a long time, Zhang Haoran sighed long: "Brother Lin, this word is the same word as the opening words of "The Legend of the White Snake", but what is the name?" ”

"The name of the word brand is "Linjiang Immortal"!"

"What a heroic and elegant brand name!" Zhang Haoran said: "Since Brother Lin has already written the first half of the poem, you can start writing." ”

Lin Su said: "Mr. Wang may as well contact Nanchu Jushi now, ask him, whether this word was made by him, if so, please make the second half of the poem public, if not, you might as well make it up, as long as the word can be handed down, it will be regarded as his work, and I will never sign it." ”

The man in the full building began to fill in the words.

Generally speaking, with the first half of the song, it is not particularly difficult to make up for the second half of the song, at least it is much easier than the new word, so Lin Su's battle with the Southern Chu monks this time, in fact, the Southern Chu monks have taken advantage of the right time and place.

Wang Chengcheng is known as the great Confucian of Dacang poetry and Taoism, and has an excellent relationship with the monks of Southern Chu, and he is also communicating all the time these times.

Together, the Nanchu monk appeared in front of Wang Chengcheng, and almost at the same time, Wang Chengcheng also stepped into another space, and the two stood face to face from a distance of thousands of miles.

"Layman, there is a man who wrote half of the poem, and the whole world solicited the second half of the poem, and he threatened that the word could be passed down to the world, and once it was handed down, it would be signed by the person who filled the gap, and he would not sign it."

"Hehe......" Nanchu Jushi smiled faintly: "Where is the madman, who will be passed down to the world at every turn?" ”

"Laymen might as well take a look at it." Wang Chengcheng held a little hand, and half of the words appeared in front of the Southern Chu monks.

Nanchu Jushi's eyes froze, completely stunned......

For about a quarter of an hour, Nanchu Jushi slowly exhaled: "Who did it?" ”

"Lin Su!"

Nanchu Jushi's eyes were full of color: "Wait for me for an hour!" ”

He turned and disappeared.

The next moment, the Southern Chu monk appeared on the top of the highest mountain in Baijiyuan, looking up at the sunset, half an hour, three quarters of an hour, the Southern Chu monk raised his hand, and wrote half a poem in the void:

"Where do the heroes of a generation go? Let's say that the autumn rain is cold, the barren mountains and ancient mounds are in the old mountains, and the road to the sky is expanded, and I prefer the world. ”

In line with the front half of the prime minister, the Nanchu monk stared closely at the golden paper in front of him, and the colorful light on the golden paper changed uncertainly, and finally appeared in a colorful color.

Colorful words!

has achieved the highest point of his lyrics, but the Nanchu monk is as cold as water, the first half of the song is already colorful, he forcibly continued the second half of the song, but it became colorful, what does this mean? It shows that his continued lyrics have lowered the level of the whole poem!

Again!

It is said that it is an hour, and when it was close to two hours, the Nanchu Jushi exhausted all the brain cells, and only barely brought the word to Qicai, and it could not be passed on to the world no matter what.

When it was close to two hours, Wang Chengcheng, who had been waiting for the cat to catch him, finally waited for the Nanchu monk, who gave him half a poem and told him an answer, this poem is the colorful word, which cannot be passed down.

When Wang Chengcheng looked at the words and chapters of the Southern Chu monks, he was already convinced, worthy of being called the word sect, and the second half of the poem was seamlessly connected, and the momentum was in the same vein......

Thanks! Return to the Star Picking Tower.

On the star-picking upstairs, the time leak has just passed for two hours.

"It's time!"

Full of Junjie, are all writing words, most of them are silver words, a few are golden lights, including Qiu Zixiu, who has written two color poems, and the second half of the continuation is only golden words, it turns out that he is not good at this kind of words, he is better at ethereal words and poems.

From the perspective of students, it is worth being proud to be able to write a white light word, let alone a silver light and gold light word? Today they all wrote light, theoretically it should be a happy situation, but everyone was depressed, because the first half of the song was colorful, and they added their own, which turned into silver and gold, which seriously lowered the level of the whole poem, which was a heavy setback for them!

Wang's adult figure appeared, injecting something called excitement into the others.

Is the word sect continued?

Has it been handed down?

Wang Chengcheng said: "Nanchu Jushi has continued his lyrics, everyone, please take a look!" ”

As soon as his words came out, a colorful light filled the heavens and the earth, three points thicker than just now......

"The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, the waves are sweeping away the heroes, the success or failure of right and wrong is empty, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times. Where do the heroes of a generation go? Let's say that the autumn rain is in the sycamore, the barren mountains and ancient mounds are in the wild mountains, and they are blended with the supreme way, and they prefer to meet in the world. ”

"Good! Good words! "Everyone was excited at the same time.

"Where do the heroes of a generation go? How heroic and lonely? Let's talk about the autumn rain sycamore, but how sad it is, it is completely consistent with the first half of the song. ”

"Now it's confirmed, right? This half of your poem was stolen from the monks of Southern Chu! Zhang Hong said sharply.

Lin Su laughed......

Zhang Haoran's heart almost stopped beating, what do you mean?

Lin Su said: "It was originally a heroic and open-minded poem, but he forcibly continued to be desolate and lonely for me, and lost all the theme of open-mindedness, so he couldn't pass it on!" ”

"Nanchu Jushi said, this is the first colorful word......" Wang Chengcheng said.

Lin Su sneered: "Mr. Wang, you are also a person from Dacang, do you really hope that I can't continue, so that all the students of Dacang can look up to the ancient country of Nanyang, and you are satisfied?" ”

Pen!

"The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, the waves are sweeping away the heroes, the success or failure of right and wrong is empty, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times. The white-haired fisherman is on the river, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze, a glass of turbid wine is happy to meet, how many things in ancient and modern times are all laughing and talking! ”

The pen falls, the colorful glow is suddenly closed, the stars are picked upstairs, the green light is ten thousand ways, and the lotus flowers are competing to open......

Zhang Haoran jumped up: "Inheritance!" Inherited Light! ”

Zhang Yiyu's forever calm and waveless face suddenly bloomed red......

Inside the curtain, Xie Xiaoyan jumped up suddenly, Bi Xuanji's eyes were as bright as autumn water, staring at Lin Su firmly, and Lu Youwei groaned softly and fell softly on Bi Xuanji's shoulder, her eyes were full of tears......

Qinglian blossomed openly, it seemed to be with endless joy, Lin Su stared at Qinglian, and seemed to feel the comfort of the temple, in these two hours, there are many people in the world who wrote this Linjiang Immortal on gold paper and reported it to the temple for approval, and finally, the temple got the most perfect answer, which is the second half of Lin Su's own continuation.

If a word has life, at this moment, the word has a soul.

The holy sound spreads for hundreds of miles: "The new word "Linjiang Immortal" is passed down in the east of the Yangtze River, the waves are sweeping away the heroes, the success or failure of right and wrong is empty, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times. The white-haired fisherman is on the river, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze, a glass of turbid wine is happy to meet, how many things in ancient and modern times are all laughing and talking! Lyricist, Da Canglin Su! ”

The dark night in the sky looked at the blue lotus in the sky, and his eyes were full of tears.

In the Qu Mansion, Green Yi and Sister Chen hugged each other tightly, Lin Jialiang and Qu Zhe were looking up in the direction of the Star Picking Tower, and shouted at the same time, the old man of the Qu family jumped up and went to the sky, as if he wanted to set foot on Qingyun Road.

Above the Golden Palace, the emperor also looked into the distance, his face changing......

In the ancient country of Nanyang, Nanchu Jushi looked at the words in the image in a daze, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out......

The students on the third floor of the Star-Picking Downstairs jumped into the sky one by one and looked at the fifth floor from the window.

On the fifth floor, the faces of the five people were as pale as dirt, and their whole bodies trembled.

The words of the young people reappeared, and the gamble that they would never lose was still lost after all, and this loss, it was their half life that they lost!

As soon as the blue light was collected, it shot into Lin Su's body, and on his Wen Mountain, there was suddenly a cyan sapling, and the holy voice came into his mind: "The word has been passed down to the world, and I will give you a 'rejuvenation seedling'!" ”

The words of the world, the rewards are rich, Lin Su wrote the Qingyu case last time, and was given a thousand degrees of pupils, this pupil technique is extremely mysterious, everything in the world seems to appear in his eyes.

This time, what is the rejuvenation seedling he received? Lin Suwengen explored and interpreted its wonderful use.

Rejuvenation Miao, the meaning of rejuvenation with a wonderful hand, the effect is extremely bizarre and terrifying, first, if he uses the power of Wen Dao to fight, the recovery speed is ten times that of others. Second, he can cure diseases, regardless of external and internal injuries and poisonous injuries, all of them can be cured, and the effect is extremely exaggerated.

The first thing Lin Su thought of was Sister Chen, can Sister Chen's leg be cured?

This idea made him excited, and he couldn't wait to go home immediately and try it on Sister Chen.

"Brother Lin, congratulations!" Zhang Haoran was overjoyed.

"Thank you, Brother Zhang!" Lin Su smiled and turned to Zhang Yiyu: "Yiyu, you are also very cute today." ”

Zhang Yiyu was originally smiling, but as soon as these words entered her ears, she immediately gritted her teeth, cute today, meaning that she was not cute before? You're cute, isn't it?

Lin Su stopped messing with her, and turned to Huo Gongzi and his companions: "I don't know if the two sons are ......"

"Youzhou Huo Qi!" Huo Gongzi greeted him.

Another son also saw the salute: "Lanzhou Li Yangxin, I have to meet a great talent today, I am lucky!" ”

Lin Su bowed deeply: "I have to meet two sons today, Lin Su is fortunate to have three lives, and when he is free, he might as well come to the place where I borrowed it." ”

"Brother Lin borrowed someone else's house, but it is inconvenient for us to visit, why don't we go to this West Mountain to enjoy the flowers on the Qingming Festival?"

Qingming Festival, there are three days left!

Xishan peach blossoms, the Qingming season is the most gorgeous, after the Qingming Festival, it slowly withers, so the Qingming Festival is the best season for Xishan to enjoy the flowers.

Lin Su nodded: "Okay!" Brother Zhang, let's go with you! ”

Zhang Haoran said: "When the time comes, bring a bottle of spring tears and a jar of Grade A Baiyunbian for one of us!" ”

"You're a big man who keeps saying that you're going to cry, aren't you changing T? I'm leaving! ”

Lin Su turned around and went downstairs, and Zhang Haoran strode after him: "Wait, you haven't promised yet......"

"Ten bottles of spring tears for one person, ten altars of white clouds, okay!"

"Words count!"

"What a big deal, who do you look down on? You can insult my character, but you can't insult my financial resources......"

The voices of the two went far away, and on the fifth floor, a bunch of people were stunned.