Jiang Pan actually practiced his internal strength at the poetry annotation conference and stepped into the realm of Shuntong?

By the time she opened her eyes and looked ecstasy at the sleepless night, there was no need to answer the question.

The only thing that makes Sleepless Night wonder is that the Poetry Annotation Conference can have such an effect and make people break through the realm?

In the current situation, naturally no one can answer his question.

But after that, he will soon get the answer to this question,

When he was in Changsha before, Yue Bubao once said that whether it is from nothing to the first realm, or from the first realm to the second realm, breaking the realm is not an easy process.

In terms of breaking through to the second realm alone, in addition to requiring one's own meridians to be clean and less impurities, and the internal force is strong enough, it is generally necessary to have a master on the side to assist, and there are natural materials and earth treasures to supplement the internal force.

On the poetry conference, although there is no natural treasure, but the masters of all families gather together to comprehend the same poem, and in many moments, the effect of mental communication is no different from the assistance of the masters.

This also greatly increases the probability of success in comprehending and breaking the realm.

It is precisely because of such a grand event as the Poetry Annotation Conference that there are such benefits that martial arts people will flock to it.

Even a small sect like Jindingmen attracted thousands of people to the meeting.

However, the participants of this poetry annotation conference in Jindingmen are mostly people from the first realm, and those from the second realm are very rare.

The status of the Golden Dome Gate determines that the masters it can invite are very limited.

The masters of the second realm, if they want to break through to the third realm at such a grand event, they generally need to have masters of the third realm on the spot to understand and comprehend together.

However, there is no third realm in the Golden Dome Gate, and the probability of the second realm powerhouse breaking through to the third realm here is extremely low, so there are only a few comers.

Talent-type second realm masters like Wen Jia and Xu Jie, they didn't even look at it.

The doorway of this, sleepless nights are not known at the moment. He was only immersed in shock for now, and then, too, quickly turned the pages of poetry.

Although he had previously scoffed at the poetry conference, when he knew that the hope of breaking the realm might be hidden in it, he temporarily let go of the idea of contempt.

Instead, concentrate on reading the book of poetry.

Greeted by a poem.

Pan Shu's "Traveling in the Mountains":

The stone pedal plate is blue sky, and the top of Wugong Mountain is surrounded by white clouds. When will it not be a matter of the rivers and lakes, and the end of the thatched house will be superscripted.

followed by poem B, Liu Changwu's "White Crane Peak":

It actually stands in the Wanshan Sect, the first peak of the towering pavilion. Lansheng immortals ride white cranes, floating clouds and dragons. The moonlight music is approaching in autumn, and the fragrance of the sky is stronger in the evening.

I read the two poems A and B in a row, but I didn't see anything outstanding.

It may be that his ability to comprehend poetry is not high, or because he can't empathize with the poet, his heart has not made any waves.

Until I saw the third poem, Hypsal:

When he came, Xiao Gorge was stationed in a light boat, and he traveled far away in the early years.

In the dream, the lovesickness does not meet, and the moon turns in autumn under Wugong Mountain.

This poem is the first cabinet assistant in the early years of the National Dynasty, the Yongle period, the first cabinet assistant, a scholar, a great talent Xie Jin's "Sending Huang Yuanzhai".

It wasn't until this poem broke into his eyes that his heart moved.

In fact, this is just a very ordinary lovesick poem, in the ancient Chinese poetry forest of lovesickness, this poem is not famous.

But among these three poems, this one is so special.

This is the only poem that writes about the sleepless night.

Since ancient times, there has been no first.

There is no very hard standard for judging the quality of an article, except for the common grammar and phrases.

An article may seem ordinary to Zhang San, but Li Si can cry when he reads it.

Without him, Li Si has a similar experience and can empathize with the author.

A poem, written about retreat; B poem, like the scenery of Wugong Mountain, is not touched by reading it without sleep.

Until the poem, when the lovesick lingering and melancholy emotion was accumulated in the chest, the sleepless night seemed to be temporarily withdrawn from here, and it was completely to the country of poetry.

"When I came, Xiao Gorge was stationed in a light boat."

I came by boat and stayed on the trip.

"I was melancholy in the early years of traveling."

I went out on a long trip, and the end of the world was melancholy.

"I don't see each other in my dreams."

I have dreamed of falling in love with you, but I haven't seen you,

"Wugong Mountain is in the next month."

The moon sinks under Wugong Mountain, the moon is so round, and the autumn is so cold.

A line of tears slipped down his sleepless face.

It turns out that the emotions under the world are connected, and after a distance of more than a hundred years, when I read this lovesick poem by Xie Jin's great talent, I couldn't help but cry when I couldn't sleep.

It's just because, in his heart, there is also a lovesick person who can't see him.

In the poem, the full moon people are not reunited. Su Dongpo also wrote, the moon, what is the long time to say goodbye.

In reality, the New Year is approaching, but the Yiren are not around.

For a time, separated by a hundred and twenty years of time and space, the sleepless mood blended with this poem.

Tears, like beads of broken thread, drop after drop.

At the same time, the Qingyu Sword in his hand was blazing with blue light.

The melancholy of time and space gave birth to swordsmanship across time and space, and the resentment of lovesickness and indifference, so that the sword in his hand was free from the shackles of helplessness.

At this moment, Bai Shuixin announced loudly on the stone tablet that an hour was over, and the race to engrave began, and the time was a quarter of an hour.

As soon as the words fell, Bai Shuixin and the four reverse masters on the stele quickly flew away, while the people on the ground rushed to be the first, waving their blades and rushing towards the stele.

This sword is like a flying dragon, and that spur is like a shock. The strength under the sword refused to weaken in the slightest, as if it was about to pierce the stone tablet; The pouring internal force has not been retained at all, and it has to leave indelible traces.

On the field, it quickly became clear.

Whether it is a small stele that goes smoothly or a big stele that goes against it, the competition above the stele is the most intense.

After all, the first poem is relatively easy to understand, and it implies a kind of tired of the rivers and lakes and wants to retreat, which is in line with the helplessness of many martial arts heroes who want to retreat bravely in the rapids, but have to continue to beg for a life in the rivers and lakes.

Under the contradiction, I feel the most.

Because of this, the number of people who comprehend the poems and feel them is the most, and the number of people who fly to engrave the words is also the most.

The No. 1 stele of the word A, the strong against the pass, gathered as many as four, all vying to the center of the stele, the most conspicuous place, to engrave, unwilling to live in a corner.

So soon, the four of them fought.

Among the four, the old man surnamed Qi, who had just broken through to the realm of reverse communication, was the weakest.

Under the attack of the other three long-known anti-communication powerhouses, he looked very unbearable, even if he was the first to come to the stele, so far, the words engraved are the least.

Enduring the danger of being bullied by the sword qi, after carving three words, I was really forced to withdraw the sword and return to defense.

And the two stone tablets of the second word, there are not many people who engrave the words.

On the No. 2 stone tablet, Zhou Qingshuang faced nearly 100 competitors, and she carved two words with difficulty, so she couldn't squeeze in anymore - if she squeezed in again, she was afraid that she would have to worry about her life.

After all, there are too many people in the Shuntong realm, but the monument is too small, and if you want to leave words, you can only kill each other more frantically.

These people are indeed unambiguous, in order to engrave the letter, they really dare to kill.

Soon, under the three stone tablets prepared for the strong people of Shuntong, there were already more than 20 corpses lying horizontally, and most of them only carved one or two words, and they were ruthlessly killed by the latecomers!

Compared with the four tablets of A and B, and the two tablets of C, the number of people is much rarer.

Especially the No. 1 stele of the word C, at present, there is only one strong person who is holding a sword to engrave the letter.

This person was wearing a black monk's robe, with only the front half of his bald head and a whip tied to the back of his head, not like a person from the Central Plains, but like a Jurchen who fished and hunted in the north of Tieling Weiso.

Seeing that no one was competing with him, the Jurchen monk laughed, suddenly felt that the victory was in his hands, and he raised his sword to vent his internal strength, and he wanted to engrave it.

Suddenly, a gust of wind rose behind him, and a cold light approached, and the Jurchen monk suddenly stood up, didn't care about the inscription, and flicked a sword on the stone tablet, and retreated to the side with the help of the elastic force of the sword.

If you don't retreat, you have to be poked by this cold!

He was very angry, he knew that he had come first, but he was so rudely forced to get out of the way, and after stabilizing his body, he had to raise his sword again and go to discuss the shortcomings with those behind him.