A voice came from the mountain peak on the left: "Faceless Daoist, who is this Shicai?" ”

"The rivers and seas are drifting and there are zero customers, and the spring is popular!" Fate Wuyan said: "The little woman has now changed back to the name taken by her father: fate Tianyan, Taoist friends should not be called faceless, how many faceless guests are there in the world?" How dare the little woman call herself 'shameless' in front of these seniors? ”

In silence, the face of fate rose to the sky and disappeared!

All the hermits were startled at the same time.

There's something to say about that......

How many shameless customers are there in the world? The little woman didn't dare to call herself shameless in front of her seniors!

It is said to be elegant, but the words are sharp and sharp!

There are too many shameless people in the world, and they are seniors!

I'm nothing compared to these shameless and shameless people!

What is reflected?

Hidden under Sanssouci Mountain for 800 years, she did not give birth to Buddha nature, but sharpened her sword more sharply, this strange woman who was famous in the temple for her shocking world, what kind of situation will she compose?

It's a big deal!

Her sudden transformation was because of the man who came.

Who is this person?

Why can the ancient well, which has been quiet for 800 years, be re-inspired? Why can I get such a high praise from this woman with eyes above the top: The rivers and seas are floating with zero customers, and they are popular in a leaf spring!

Everywhere he goes, it's a spring breeze!

Including the Valley of Forgotten Sorrows, where the temple masters live in seclusion!

Lin Su was already three thousand miles away in a moment.

In front of him is a special place, Wenxu!

What is Wenxu called? Wendao ruins! Wendao Cemetery!

Wendao also has a cemetery, which is not buried by people, but by Wendao, and there are many people who have amazing works, which are either amazing to the present or for the benefit of future generations.

But there are also quite a few works that are very special, at the beginning of their birth, the works were quite beautiful and amazed an era, but, after the test of time, or after argumentation, it is proved that this work has gone astray.

Such works are infinitely sad.

It is soaked in the master's half a lifetime or a lifetime of hard work, and he is categorically reluctant to burn it down, but it really can't be circulated, what should I do?

After all, the temple is rooted in literature, and literature is their foundation, and in the face of such a weighty waste text, a cemetery was set up, and the discarded literary works were sent to the Wenxu and buried here.

This is the meaning of the existence of Wenxu.

But by no means all Wendao waste products are eligible to enter the Wenxu, and the level of Wendao waste products in the Wenxu is unimaginable.

The waste manuscripts of the saints can be entered, the waste manuscripts of the quasi-saints can be entered, and the fragments of high-grade holy treasures can be entered......

As for the scrapped manuscripts of ordinary people, how can they be buried in Wenxu? Just burn it clean and it's over.

Therefore, this Wenxu is definitely not something that ordinary people can enter if they want to, the level of Wendao waste manuscripts inside is extremely high, and some even gave birth to spirituality, as a cultural relic of the treasure level of Wendao, suddenly announced the death penalty and sent to this Wendao Jedi, how can they be willing? I became crazy for a long time.

The most important thing is that this group of madmen also united with each other, crossed various barriers on the literary road, and derived variables that no one can calculate.

They were born in Wendao and abandoned in Wendao, so they hated the literati very much, and the literati in the temple, if they didn't have a pit in their brains, they should definitely not want to enter the Wenxu.

But today, Lin Su stepped into the air, came to an attic, and bowed slightly in front of an old ruin-keeper (tomb keeper) above the attic: "Student Lin Su, if you want to enter the Wenxu, please make it convenient for Mr.!" ”

The ruin's dim eyes slowly opened, and his eyes seemed to flow through endless years in an instant, and his voice came, and it was also infinitely old and vicissitudes: "Into the ruins? ”

"Yes!"

"Why do you want to enter?"

"Find some inspiration!"

Looking for inspiration? The ruins keeper frowned slightly: "In the ruins, there are all misguided ways, and it is harmful and useless to look at them, how can they inspire you?" ”

"Sir, yes! Knowing the mistakes of others can learn from one's own way; Knowing the wrong path of others can recognize one's own right path, and identifying mistakes is also seeking truth, how can it not be enlightened? ”

The ruins keeper turned his back to the sky: "Reasonable! You go to the ruins and take your key to the ruins! ”

"Yes!"

Lin Su stepped out, and in front of him was a stone gate.

As he stepped down, a bell rang in the Guardian Pavilion.

The bell rang, not loud, low and depressing, like the sound of death.

However, strange sound waves swept across the seventeenth house of the temple.

All the top and high-level people know it.

"Wenxu Bell!" In a restaurant that was high in the sky, several Tianjiao disciples raised their heads at the same time.

These people were the five Tianjiao that Lin Su had met when he entered the temple that day......

Li Qingquan of the Poetry Palace, Li Xiaoyao of the Taoist Palace, Xun Lei of the Law Palace, Wu Feng of the Painting Palace, and Jiuxiao of the Music Palace.

These five have a few things in common. First, they were all the first disciples of the main palace; Second, they were all defeated by Lin Su. Third, after their defeat, they slowly approached, and fourth, their current status and status were all moved up one level, and they all had the qualifications for access to the Outer Heaven (entered the temple establishment).

As the first disciple of each palace, he shoulders the heavy responsibility of blocking someone Lin, but in addition to the complete failure, everyone is out of luck, isn't it?

Hehe, more interesting things are yet to come!

More interesting are a few other people.

Mo Chi of the Mo Palace, Gongsun Changyang of the Zongheng Palace, and Zou Bansheng of the Yin and Yang Palace were unanimously determined by these five people that they were not resolute enough in the face of Lin Su and were not suitable to become the core members of their small circle, and they would not play with them in the future.

Therefore, there are only five people in this small circle today!

At this moment, he suddenly heard Wenxu Bell, and Qi Qi was shocked: "Wenxu Bell, who is looking for death?" ”

Daogong Li Xiaoyao stretched out his hand, and a glass of wine in front of him suddenly rippled, like a sea of Dao waves......

"The way is the way!" As soon as the three words fell, a projection of the ruins appeared in front of them, as well as the person who walked towards the entrance of the ruins.

"It's him!" Li Xiaoyao's face changed.

The other four were also excited, and Li Qingquan said: "He actually killed himself!" ”

"Exactly! Ninety percent of others will die when they enter Wenxu, and ten out of ten will die when he enters Wenxu! Now, don't bother with it, he will definitely die! Wu Feng said happily.

Xun Lei frowned: "This person acts in the world, known as a drop of water, but today he suddenly made such a strange move, but why?" ”

Li Xiaoyao said: "Maybe he doesn't know what it means to enter the Wenxu, this is the trouble caused by his broken background and no one above him......

They saw the situation at the gate of Wenxu, and the palaces of the temple naturally saw it at the same time, under the power of various Wendao, the scene of Lin Su entering Wenxu appeared silently in front of countless big people.

Including Bai Lao!

Bai Lao's eyes moved slightly, and he seemed to be a little excited.

And on Luo Wuxin's house, Luo Wuxin's night light was lit and this image was projected, and there seemed to be a fire flickering in Luo Wuxin's eyes.

"Childe, he actually wants to enter the Wenxu, is it really to pay tribute to the black elder?" Junyue's eyes flickered.

"Willing to take a risk and do something meaningless...... Ordinary people are absolutely idiots to do this, but out of his subordinates......" Luo Wuxin's fingers fell lightly on the edge of the chair, clicking......

Junyue said: "How big is the risk of him entering the Wenxu this time?" ”

Luo Wuxin said: "There are two dangers, the first is the risk of the ruins themselves!" Second, the purpose of his trip is dangerous! ”

Junyue frowned slightly: "The purpose of this trip is dangerous...... Childe refers to worshipping the black elder, which will provoke the pleasure...... Above the Triple Heavens? ”

Luo Wuxin nodded slowly.

Yes, Lin Su entered the Wenxu, if it is really to worship the black elder, then the spearhead is directly aimed at the Triple Heaven Le Sheng!

You need to know that Hei Lao was personally shot by Le Sheng, and the saint personally killed the person, and anyone who dares to worship is an enemy of the saint, which is self-defeating.

Lin Su and Luo Wuxin are currently both regular members of the temple, and their literary positions are also in the literary world, and they are also very important in the temple, even if they offend the palaces of the temple, it is not a particularly big deal, but there is a bottom line there, that is, they must not directly offend the saints.

Therefore, Luo Wuxin's wildest layout is only to step on the Holy Peak of the Two Palaces.

And he definitely didn't dare to point the finger at the triple heavens.

And Lin Su, entering the Wenxu today, if he dares to worship Hei Lao, it is directly pointing to the triple heaven.

This courage, this courage......

How so?

Luo Wuxin was a little excited, and even more embarrassed, because he knew that he didn't have this kind of courage, but he also wanted to see what would happen if he really took that step.

Disobedience sometimes requires someone to find the way ahead.

Lin Su is a very suitable pathfinder.

He's on the verge of death, and he doesn't want to stare at the back, so he can make a plan of action next, isn't he?

At this moment, on the mountain of books, the holy woman Yasong of the mountain of books saw a person.

A person she seems to be extremely familiar with, but also doesn't seem to be familiar with, fate!

She is familiar with it because Ming Tianyan often comes to Shushan, and she, the elf of Shushan, almost became a best friend with her, but what is unfamiliar is that today's Ming Tianyan's eyes are shining, and it is clear that she has regained her sight!

"What did you do today?" Yasong said.

"I want to take a look at who was on duty in the Holy Oracle Palace when the Tianhe Tribulation occurred eight hundred years ago!" Destiny Tianyan said.

If Yasong had a heartbeat, it was estimated that he would jump hard, because when Ming Tianyan said this, there was no wave in his words.

This is very different from what she used to be.

In the past, when it came to the Tianhe Tribulation, there would be mood fluctuations, but today, there is no at all!

"...... here" Yasong raised his hand slightly, and a leaf fell into the hand of Destiny Tianyan.

Suddenly, Ming Tianyan's eyes lit up, and a ray of light shot towards the West Lake in front of him......

In the middle of the West Lake, a scene appeared......

Yasong's heart jumped: "It's him!" Wenxu! What is he going to do? ”

Nine words, Yasong's voice had some excitement that should not have been......

"He's going to do something stupid!" Ming Tianyan smiled faintly: "Can you imagine?" A genius who is known in the world as a god-shattering and impermeable genius plans to do something unprecedentedly stupid on the second day of his entry into the temple! ”

Yes, things in the world, but there must be a purpose for action.

The price paid and the dividends achieved by the goal are the two ends of the balance between the value of action and the value of non-value.

The price paid is less than the dividend, and this can be done.

The price paid is equal to the dividend, and this thing is done in vain.

The price paid is far greater than the dividends, this thing can't be done, once it is done, it is stupid.

And Lin Su entered the Wenxu to pay tribute to the black elder.

The price paid is incomparable, if you don't do it, it will be a disaster of killing, and the gain is almost zero - the black old man has died, and the sacrifice itself is meaningless.

A person with shocking wisdom, a person who claims to act in everything and never suffers, suddenly did such a stupid thing?

Countless people in the entire temple stared at the entrance of the Wenxu through various secret channels, and their hearts were endlessly concerned, but they were also silent......

Lin Su came to the entrance of the Wenxu, and there was a stone wall in front of him.

This is the gateway to the ruins, and the key is inside.

What is the Key to the Heritage?

It's a qualification.

You can display your Wendao and meet the standard requirements, and you will be eligible to enter the Wenxu.

Therefore, on the stone wall at this moment, there are all kinds of literary and Taoist achievements, including poems, paintings, music, and even Lin Su's gossip understanding that was introduced to the Yin Yang Palace not long ago.

Every trace represents a Tianjiao visiting here.

Each trace represents a literary achievement.

Wenxu can not be lightly entered, but, as Lin Su said, mistakes can also be truth-seeking, every year there are still a lot of literati come in, these people enter the Wenxu, the pursuit of Wendao breakthrough, on the stone wall to leave the achievements of Wendao, often are also full of pride, but the vast majority of people can no longer come out, this key mark has become their masterpiece.

Lin Su raised his hand, the treasure pen in his hand, and inscribed a poem on the stone wall:

"Books are affectionate like old people,

Morning and dusk are happy every blind date,

Three thousand words straight down in front of me,

There is no dust on the chest.

The water of living water is full everywhere,

The east wind flowers and willows are new every time,

Golden Saddle Yule Seeking Fangke,

There is no spring in the unbelievable Wenxu. ”

After the poem was written, the colorful glow filled the stone wall, and the stone wall in front of him slowly opened, and a strange breath came to the face.

Lin Su seemed to have opened a 10,000-year-old tomb, and he stepped into the ancient tomb step by step, the stone wall behind him slowly closed, and in front of him, there was a sea of clouds......

On the "Excerpt Building", the highest restaurant in the temple, Li Qingquan sighed softly: "The pen is a colorful poem, and he really doesn't miss any opportunity to perform!" ”

Fagong Xun Lei said: "Performance? He was in the ruins, not in the poetry meeting, how did he know that there were eyes staring at him from behind? ”

Li Xiaoyao sighed softly: "Brother Xun, don't look at him with ordinary vision!" Who is he? Known as the wisdom of the water! He doesn't know much about the temple as you might think! His knowledge of the temple may be comparable to ours, and he will naturally know that when he entered the Wenxu today, the eyes of almost all the palaces gathered behind him. ”

"All the palaces of the Temple?" Xun Lei's face changed: "Will it?" ”

"Of course, it will!" Li Xiaoyao said: "He entered the Wenxu this time, not only we are observing, almost all the high-level officials of the Seventeenth Palace are observing, and there are also people observing above the Seventeenth Palace, so in the first link, he clearly told the observers his intention to enter the Wenxu!" 'Books are affectionate like old people', this word is very charming, it seems to love books and love literature, but the word 'old people' conveys the meaning of sacrifice. 'There is no dust on his chest', he said that the goal of his trip was simply without distractions, and he did not mean to target others. ”

Xun Lei's eyes widened, he is a person who cultivates the Fa, a person who cultivates the Fa, and his mind is meticulous, but most of them are also straightforward to study the fixed terms, there are not many forks, after Li Xiaoyao's interpretation, he suddenly found that everyone seems to be more complicated than he thinks.

Li Qingquan exhaled softly: "Brother Li thinks precisely, and he is really a think tank in our small circle!" It seems that there is still a need to discuss with Brother Li for all major matters...... What this son does is extremely precise, this poem reflects his style on the one hand, and his basic attitude of not being an enemy of anyone on the other hand, it is really fine enough! ”

Li Xiaoyao smiled lightly: "There is also a purpose, which is really subtle!" Did Brother Li see it? ”

Li Qingquan was slightly stunned, is there any intention?

Li Xiaoyao said: "He, the key to entry, also told those things in the ruins that he has no malicious intent!" ”

Li Qingquan stared at this poem, and his eyes slowly brightened......

The poem has eight lines, and once interpreted, it is truly infinitely useful.

In addition to Li Xiaoyao's interpretation of the style and attitude, he also expressed goodwill to the "things" in the ruins.

Love is like an old friend, happy and happy, living water flows, flowers and willows are always new, looking for fragrant guests, there is no spring......

These are all intimate words.

Who doesn't love those things in the ruins?

At least, there won't be much malice towards him.

This kid is really a demon......

Just a poem makes the key, releases the attitude, shows the character, and can protect yourself to the greatest extent......

This city is invincible!

Of the five Tianjiao present, only Li Xiaoyao can interpret it.

With such an interpretation, a very wonderful change has also taken place in the inner circle of the five.

In the past, Li Xiaoyao was not close to them, but from the beginning of Lin Su's entry, they became close. The five Tianjiao-level people are all dissatisfied with each other, but Li Xiaoyao showed his wisdom at a critical moment and faintly became the backbone of the five.

Li Xiaoyao's gaze swept over the faces of the four people, and a faint sense of pleasure rose in his heart, the situation of the temple was a mess, some people were suitable for charging ahead, and some people were suitable for hiding in the hearts of the enemy......

Let's talk about Lin Su, who has entered the Wenxu.

In front of him was a sea of clouds.

The sea of clouds rolls, I don't know the skyscape, I don't know what is underground, and even what is hidden in the depths of the sea of clouds is completely unknown.

The only thing he can know is that these clouds, not real clouds, are paintings!

The clouds left on the painting path are all clouds that deviate from the painting path.

At the very least, it is also a cloud drawn by the quasi-saint level!

Each cloud is extremely ethereal, and every cloud has endless magical powers.

Or the main kill, or the main fan, or the main sleepy!

"The sea of clouds is heading for no return, since you are here, let's stay! Stay forever! "In the depths of the clouds, a voice turns a thousand times, like a ghost like a fairy......

Lin Su's eyes raised: "Draw the clouds of the Dao?" ”

"Exactly!"

"Even if it is a painting road, I will also break it with a painting way!" Lin Su Dao.

"Haha, ignorant boy, also worthy of breaking the word?"

"Worthy or unworthy, try it and you'll know!" Lin Su raised his hand, and a piece of golden paper was placed in front of him, and a treasure pen was in his hand.

"What do you want to paint?"

"The clouds are all over the field, and the wind blows them!" Lin Su said: "I want to paint the style!" ”

"Wind?" The sound from the clouds in the sky seemed to startle, and all the onlookers were startled.

The wind, formless and substantial, is the most difficult to paint, but anyone who can paint the wind is a master!

Lin Su laughed: "The history of painting has never painted the style, I am in a difficult place, please look at the size of Xiaoxiang bamboo, full of ears and winters!" ”

As soon as his pen fell, a picture of Xiaoxiang bamboo jumped onto the paper.

This picture is completely different from today's paintings, and it is extremely realistic!

Five bamboos, the dust is complete, every line on it is extremely realistic, bamboo powder, extremely realistic, the small fluff on the bamboo, are extremely realistic, the light and shadow are misty, and it is also the same as what is seen by the naked eye.

The most important thing is that these five bamboos are low, and the branches and leaves are swaying, and each branch and leaf shows the strong wind they have encountered.

This is the wind!

Everyone can see at a glance that this is a strong wind!

Although the wind is formless and substantial, it clearly shows the wind in front of the world through the gesture of this bamboo.

As soon as the painting was completed, there was a loud breath, and the wind blew out from the gold paper, and the various clouds that had surrounded Lin Su were blown away at the same time, and within a radius of ten zhang, it was clear.

"I named this painting 'Realism'!"

As soon as Lin Su's voice fell, a blue light fell from above the nine heavens, accompanied by the old holy voice: "Above the painting road, open a new road, the name is 'realistic', the founder, the temple often travels to Lin Su!" ”

Open the way? The temple and the palace shook in unison......

Upstairs, Wu Feng jumped eight feet high: "Drawing everything with the most real brushstrokes can also open up a new road?" This ...... How ......"

Li Xiaoyao hurriedly stopped: "Brother Wu is cautious!" ”

Wu Feng's face changed slightly, Yuewen Palace had just defined this new painting path as a holy sound, and he jumped out to oppose it, wouldn't he directly oppose Yuewen Palace?

However, Lin Su opened the painting road like this, and he, a disciple of the painting palace, was not convinced.

The so-called painting is to have a sense of meaning, to create, and there is no difference between him and grasping images of the natural world, how can it be considered a painting?

Li Xiaoyao said: "Brother Wu, please forgive the younger brother for bluntly speaking, although this son's painting today and Brother Wu's painting are in two directions, but I can't help but say that this is also a new road, a painting with infinite meaning, why can't there be a painting that seeks truth and truth?" ”

Wu Feng was speechless.

Over the years, the painting palace has been innovating in the genre of painting, but it has also gone further and further in artistry and artistic conception, however, no one has ever gone in the opposite direction, to an extreme truth-seeking.

Lin Su's mind was concentrated in his body, and his heartbeat accelerated......

Because he felt that the painting peak in his literary world had grown three feet taller!

Because he opened a new way of painting!

The ethereal voice came from the clouds: "Entering the ruins and opening the painting road, it is really amazing, but only this painting road can only sweep a hundred zhang around you, but it is not enough to rush out of the sea of clouds to paint Tan." ”

"What if I add another one?" Lin Su said with a smile: "This painting is called a three-dimensional painting!" ”

The second piece of gold paper came out, Lin Subao's pen moved, and a strange painting was born.

It's still Xiaoxiang bamboo, it's still five, it's still the same bamboo garden, it's still realistic, however, the painting is no longer flat, but three-dimensional.

At this moment, even the palace master of the painting palace was shocked.

"Three-dimensional, obviously flat paper, but it looks like it stands up clearly, this ...... What is this approach? ”

"Light and shadow! Draw for light and shadow! A top elder next to him sighed: "This son used the art of light and shadow to deceive the human eye, this painting path should be a new way!" ”

Sure enough, there was another blue light in the air, and the old holy voice rose, announcing that Lin Su would open another painting path!

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