Chapter 338: "Difficult to Walk" Poetry Fantasy

Wine!

Delicacies!

Music!

Dancing!

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This is the state banquet in the palace of Wu State, but now, at this moment, after Su Lin wrote this poem "Difficult to Walk", all the fine wine has solidified in the pot, and the fragrance cannot float out at all, and all the delicacies seem to have lost their charm and cannot arouse people's appetite at all. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

All the music has stopped ringing, all the dancing has stopped.

Gaze!

Everyone stared at Su Lin's Kui Niu Danqing pen, and looked at the holy words that popped out of his pen, forming such a song "Difficult to Walk".

"Zhenguo! It's really Zhenguo...... Su Lin wrote another poem about Zhenguo. ”

"Not only Zhenguo, but also ...... Seem...... The power of the ideological level has reached a higher level......"

"What's going on? Why did we start to see illusions in front of our eyes......

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At the beginning, everyone was just paying attention to the content of Su Lin's poems and the ideas in them, but after a while, some ministers immediately discovered it. The scene of the entire banquet began to change inexplicably, the singing and dancing stopped, the vocal music also disappeared, and even the wine and food on the table seemed to have turned into leftovers and cold rice.

This is an illusion, an illusion of thought that extends from poetry. And it's also the illusion of Zhenguo's poetry, so inadvertently, it puts all the people into the illusion.

Even, including the monarch Sun Jianshi, unconsciously, he somehow entered Su Lin's poetic fantasy.

"I have entered the illusion of poetry, Su Lin can not only write the poetry of Zhenguo, but now he can extend his thoughts and display the illusion in the poetry of Zhenguo......? It's so rebellious......"

The monarch Sun Jianshi was still sitting on the dragon chair, but the surrounding scene had all begun to change imperceptibly. Marveling at Su Lin's poetic fantasy, the monarch Sun Jianshi ignored the ideological meaning of the poem itself.

"Impossible! Impossible! It turned out to be really Zhenguo's poetry, Su Lin, this kid, after going through so many obstacles, still has the strength to conceive Zhenguo's poetry, how is this possible? Why is there such a demonic genius in the world. ”

Zhao Tian, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, who was standing beside Su Lin, looked at Su Lin incredulously, and at the same time, he also felt the changes in the illusion around him. In the illusion, it seems that everything has become plausible, and he originally wanted to use his military thinking to go deep into Su Lin's poetic thoughts, so as to find out the flaws in Su Lin's thoughts.

But now, Su Lin has cast the illusion of the entire poem, and without anyone noticing, he has covered the entire illusion, and the thousands of civil and military officials in this Lama Temple are shrouded in it, such a power of thought, how powerful and terrifying it should be!

"Interesting! Interesting...... Yun Cong, look at this poetic fantasy. When you entered this illusion, did you notice it? Even I was in a trance for a moment, and then I realized that I had entered the illusion of Surin's poetry. In fact, when we look at his Zhenguo poems, we have already entered a fantasy land......"

Taifu Fangzhengxin, as if he had discovered something very interesting, pinched his beard, pointed to the wine and delicacies on the table, and said to Li Yuncong, "These delicacies and wines seem to be the ones we used to be, but why don't we have the desire to enjoy them?"

"It's ourselves who are affected by the illusion, not the food and the wine itself. In Su Lin's poems, the idea of 'can't eat' is revealed, and it has affected so many of us civil and military officials at the same time through the coverage of illusion. You must know that these civil and military officials, the lowest is also the civil position of Jinshi, and there are even many great Confucians. ”

Li Yuncong thought about it carefully, and he was also extremely frightened, and shouted, "Then if Su Lin is in the illusion of Zhenguo's poems, if he transmits negative and lethal thoughts, wouldn't it be possible to rely on such an illusion to wipe out our Manchu Dynasty civil and military and the monarch together? This kind of power is too terrifying, right? ”

"No, no, no, no......"

Taifu Fangzheng shook his head thoughtfully and said, "The reason why Su Lin was able to release the poetic illusion so quietly and cover so many of our civil and military officials. One of the things is that his poetry is profound, and the second is that the ideas conveyed in his poems do not harm us, which is why he covers us so easily. If the thoughts conveyed are the negative thoughts you mentioned, we will instinctively reject the illusion as soon as we come into contact with it......"

"I see, but it's scary enough. Isn't the poetic illusion something that only a great Confucian can truly summon? Su Lin was able to do it when he was lifting people, why is this?" Li Yuncong said puzzled.

"The power of poetry, in the final analysis, is only the power of thought. Why is it said that the poetic illusion can only be summoned when the Great Confucianism is in power? It is because in the Great Confucian position, the self-instrument has begun to gradually consummate, and the mind can be concentrated and solidified, and the Tao that one adheres to has begun to slowly become unified. In this way, the power of thought is enough to find the resonance of the power of thought from the poem, so as to ...... Turning into an illusion and spreading the idea again......"

Taifu Fangzheng is a great Confucian scholar himself, so he has a good understanding of the poetic illusion, and explained to Li Yuncong, "As for why Su Lin can summon the poetic illusion at the level of humanities, I'm afraid ...... The first one is related to his talent, the poetry of Zhenguo itself has an extremely powerful power of ideological expression, and even as long as some scholars write Zhenguo poems, they can barely summon a poetic illusion.

On the other hand, it is Surin's own thoughts, I am afraid...... is also very strong and persistent, when his thoughts have reached a high degree of unity, and with the ideological expression power of Zhenguo's poetry, it is not uncommon to be able to summon a poetic illusion. But it's a pity that this Zhenguo's "Difficult to Walk" doesn't seem to have the power of a war poem......"

This is Taifu Fangzhengxin's interpretation of Su Lin's poetic illusion, and other Confucian officials also have similar opinions. Sun Jianshi, the monarch, wanted to see with great interest, what kind of thoughts and emotions does Su Lin's poetic fantasy want to express?

"Brother Huang, this is the poetry illusion? Su Lin can summon the poetry illusion of the town country with his literary position. It's really magical, look at it...... Surin seems to be about to recite poetry......"

The eldest princess Sun Lingxiang stared at Su Lin tightly with her eyes, for fear of missing a second of the picture. At this time, Su Lin was about to start reciting poetry after releasing the poetic illusion.

"Poetry fantasy, generally speaking, can only be summoned after reaching the Great Confucian level and embracing all rivers. Like the last time I took the government exam, my Zhenguo poem "Liangzhou Ci" was only able to evolve into an illusion under the influence of the holy weapon Jiuding...... And now, I want to concentrate my thoughts and spirits, and summon the poetic fantasy of "Difficult to Walk" to ......"

Su Lin's mind and spirit at this moment are extremely concentrated, he has written "The Road is Difficult", and successfully summoned the illusion, and the last step is to recite the poem. Through the recitation of the poet, the resonance of the entire illusion is once again aroused, and all the power and illusion are revered to a peak, so that all the people who fall into the illusion can empathize with the thoughts of the poem, and even help the author of the poem to attack the designated person, so that they will be attacked by a group and suffer great damage......

Hundreds of civil and military officials, more than 1,000 Jinshi, and five or six great Confucians, all entered Su Lin's illusion, and this force, if it was really concentrated and mobilized, was enough to destroy the country.

And now, everyone is waiting, waiting for Surin to sue the poem. In this way, more than a thousand pairs of eyes, looking at Su Lin, slowly poured out thoughts and holy power from his wisdom, but they poured into his own mouth and tongue, almost spitting lotus flowers, and made a sonorous sound.

"Ten thousand gold bottle sake!"

The first sentence of "Difficult to Walk", as soon as Su Lin's words fell, the golden bottles and wine glasses in the entire banquet all emitted a booming resonance sound.

The fine wine began to boil, turned into vaporization, turned into the aroma of wine, and quickly drifted to every corner of the entire Lama Temple.

The air is filled with this strong aroma of wine, what a luxurious aroma of wine! A drop of fine wine, a drop of fine wine, may have countless catties of grain, and it is possible to brew it. Such a glass of fine wine is worth a fortune, but many ordinary people can't buy it for a lifetime of hard work!

Breathing in the strong aroma of wine, everyone is more drunk than the real wine, it is spiritual intoxication, and it is confusion in thought. Even those great Confucians just smiled, looked at the wafting aroma of wine, and nodded slightly.

"The jade plate is shy and straightforward!"

When everyone was still intoxicated by the aroma of wine and wanted to get drunk, Su Lin's second sentence had already sounded sonorously.

There was a violent vibration in the air, followed by tables and chairs, humming and shaking. The palace jade plates carved from beautiful jade, and each piece of delicacies on them, are the masterpieces of the palace kitchen, and they are also extremely delicious and valuable.

And in the resonance of Surin, these delicacies began to corrupt rapidly, little by little. No matter how delicious the meat is, when it rots and stinks, it is worthless, and everyone will spit on it!