As you can see, in this temple of thought, there are four hundred and eighty-five kinds of veins of thought, large and small. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoEvery vein of thought is the semi-saint and great Confucian of my Wu country, which has been excavated and explored from the wilderness, and after thousands of years of cultivation and accumulation, it has the current scale ......"

Bringing everyone to the Temple of Thought, the great Confucian Yang Wenchang said to Su Lin, "And to enter these veins of thought and practice, you need at least 100 credits. In front of the vein of thought, there are nine hundred and ninety-nine different mazes, the easiest one can get five credits after breaking through one, and the most difficult one can get one thousand credits. Su Lin, the poetry maze you are going to break through now is the maze of the top ten difficulties, just ahead, if you are ready, you can step into it......"

As soon as the words fell, a golden halo suddenly appeared in front of the vein of thought. In this halo, there are countless holy words, which are constantly being put together into various poems.

This is the poetry maze, in which a lot of Zhenguo poems are collected, nourished by the power of the vein of thought, and then promotes the growth of ideas in it, deriving a lot of poetic illusions.

A poetry maze like this, with so many poetic illusions, is really difficult to get through, and every fantasy that appears is different, and there are even a lot of luck elements in it.

"Is this the maze of poetry? The power of thought is so strong...... Huh? No...... It should be said that all the maze here, the ideological power supplied to them, all comes from those thought veins......"

After a careful gaze, Su Lin's three ideological powers analyzed the past and knew the true face of these mazes. In fact, the reason why the maze in this place is powerful is entirely because the power supplied to them is very strong.

There are four hundred and eighty-five veins of thought, and the thought of each vein of thought is pure and singular. But the ideas that naturally exist in this world cannot be so innocent. Just like Confucius said, it is difficult to achieve the realm of innocence.

Therefore, often a poem, a fantasy, or a painting contains diverse and complex ideas. Then, it is from the different single veins of thought, their forces are intertwined, and they will be combined to form this kind of different maze.

If we must use analogy to illustrate, then we can regard the simple vein of thought as a single color brush, and our world is colorful, and we need a variety of color veins of thought to be able to construct a brilliant world of thought.

"In this maze of poetry, every poem is probably constructed by several thoughts...... Then, in essence, what I have to face is not the poetry itself, but the veins of thought, and the so-called poetic illusion is the power that they manifest through the situation of the maze of poetry!"

In an instant, Su Lin's heart was confident, he smiled slightly and nodded, and no longer hesitated to step into the golden halo.

"Entered? Su Lin really dared to enter the poetry maze, I don't know what poems he will experience?"

"I've seen a few Jinshi enter it before, and most of the poems I encountered were poems of the pre-Qin Dynasty, and of course, there were also a lot of poems of the Han Dynasty......

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As soon as Su Lin entered the poetry maze, everyone began to pay attention to and speculate about what kind of poetry Su Lin would experience. In this way, they can naturally accumulate some experience in coping with it when they watch from the outside, and maybe they will also be able to help when they have to break through this poetry maze in the future.

Seemingly......

A golden halo flashed in front of Su Lin, and the moment he stepped in, Su Lin found that he had arrived in a very strange world.

A very beautiful world, a beautiful and clear river, a white cloud like a marshmallow floating in the blue sky, and a kind of free breath in the breeze blowing.

"Here...... I don't know which poem is in the midst of this scene, but this feeling of refreshment and happiness seems to be able to make one's mind more pure. ”

In the maze of poetry, Su Lin had to always warn himself to be vigilant and guard against the invasion of some ideas at any time. However, when I enter this kind of environment, I unconsciously want to relax my heart and desperately want to integrate into such a poetic feeling.

"The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost.

The so-called Iraqi people are ...... on the water side"

Suddenly, just when Su Lin was in a trance reminiscing about the clear river, there was a beautiful singing sound in the distance.

Looking at the clear river and the beautiful scenery, Su Lin had already guessed that the maze of poetry he had entered was the maze of the Book of Songs.

"Confucius has clouds, three hundred poems, and no evil thoughts. That is to say, the ideas expounded in the Book of Songs are pure and innocent. It is no wonder that between thoughts and expressions, there are good wishes and emotions...... It was a vision that made me feel relaxed and feel better than ever before...... It's like I'm going to get drunk in this illusion, and I don't want to get out again......"

Knowing that he was in the "Book of Songs", Su Lin began to look for the key to breaking the formation, and the singing voice that came from a distance just now was reciting the verses of "Pu Jia", which was beautiful and full of temptation, especially the beautiful pursuit of emotion, which made Su Lin can't help but want to follow.

Sure enough, along the riverbank, Surin heard a slightly heavy singing voice again, and sang slowly:

"Tracing back to it, the road is long and obstructive.

Tracing from it, it is like being in the middle of the water. ”

Water Central!

Su Lin looked towards the middle of the river again, and there was a graceful girl smiling at him, but just as Su Lin wanted to look more clearly, he found that the figure was gone. Only the ripples in the center of the water rippled and scattered in all directions......

"The leaves are green, and the white dew is not dawning.

The so-called Yi people are in the water of the Mae. ”

The song started again, and Su Lin chased towards the water again, the dream was still in vain, and the beauty of the pursuit fell again and again, just like the fall of dreams and ideals. Beautiful things always make people feel so close when they look at them, but when they are really pursued, they can be destroyed so quickly and without a trace.