Ning Hongyuan seemed very silent this time, because he knew in his heart that for a hero like Demon Venerable, life would have such a profound aftertaste.

At this moment, of course, he would not disturb the Demon Venerable.

The master and apprentice talked about the world, wouldn't such years be much happier than blood splashing?

Bathed in the cool autumn breeze, Ning Hongyuan had already left all his troubles behind at this moment, is there anything happier in the world than this?

The Demon Venerable seemed to be immersed in those wonderful years, and after a long time, he continued: "Of course, we also "discuss poetry" with each other, so at that time, the old man suggested that the old man's friend rewrite the word "which" into the word "岂", in this way, it became, Huangkou Xiao'er talked about the wind and clouds, how do you know that the hero's heart is bitter, doesn't it make the emotions expressed more intense?"

Compared to Fang Cai's cheerful tone, the tone of the Demon Venerable suddenly became sad.

"If that's the case, then why did you later admit that the original work was more charming?" Ning Hongyuan asked curiously.

"The old man has seen a lot, and the things he has appreciated in his heart are not comparable to those of his youth, so the old man later felt that the original work was more profound. ”

Ning Hongyuan listened to so much about Demon Venerable's understanding of poetry, but the more he listened, the more confused he became, "Why? Actually, I also think that your old man has changed very well, and Huangkou is talking about the wind and clouds, how do you know that the hero's heart is bitter! In this way, wouldn't the emotions expressed be even stronger." ”

The Demon Venerable suddenly became interested, "Hahaha, that's because you're a young kid, that's why you changed it like this, but the emotions expressed are completely different." ”

"What kind of meaning is hidden in this?" Ning Hongyuan asked urgently.

As a young man who wants to make a difference in the world, seeing those ignorant young people discussing heroes at the wine table, these yellow-mouthed children not only do not conform to the facts, but also have the suspicion of insults, so they will write "Huangkou children talk about the wind and clouds, how do you know that the heroes are bitter in their hearts", such an exclamation. ”

After Ning Hongyuan listened to the Demon Venerable's explanation, he thought for a while, "This makes some sense, over the years, I have often heard those yellow-mouthed children discussing heroes outside, as if they were heroes, and how to think those heroes should do it, after listening to these words at that time, my heart was also very uncomfortable, so if I was present at the time, if I could also write poems, I would definitely write such a poem to satirize those yellow-mouthed children." ”

"That's the mentality of young people. ”

Ning Hongyuan nodded thoughtfully, "Then why did your old man feel that it was more meaningful not to change later?"

"This is after experiencing some stories, the tolerance in your heart has grown, just like you kid now, if you hear those yellow-mouthed children talking about the world at the dinner table, if it is also to subvert the heroic concept in your heart, will you still ridicule them?"

Ning Hongyuan shook his head dryly, "Of course not, because it will make me feel very boring, not to mention, why should I bother with them, I feel like an arrow when I do my job, how can I have such idleness?"

When Ning Hongyuan said this, he suddenly realized, "So that's the case, I can understand, everything is in plain sight, wonderful, wonderful, just two words are two completely different states of mind!"

Seeing that this kid was so enlightened, Demon Venerable smiled heartily, "This is the beauty of poetry, so the old man only remembers this one line of poetry!"

Ning Hongyuan nodded with ecstatic eyes, "Just now your old man said that you once wrote "General Theory of Poetry", then it must be very meaningful to your old man!"

"It was burned by the old man a long time ago. The Demon Venerable replied so lightly.

Ning Hongyuan's pupils suddenly widened like a full moon, "It's burned, how can this be!"

"This is what the old man wants to tell you, the weak are not qualified to talk about poetry, in the face of absolute power, this kind of ethereal thing is worthless, so, you kid had better understand this, this is a martial arts world!"

For the Demon Venerable Land repeatedly emphasized, Ning Hongyuan strengthened his determination in his heart this time.

The strong, this is the fundamental way.

It was approaching twilight, and the earth was gently draping the last of the sunset on the surface of the lake.

Night, silently.

At this moment, on the Divine Sword Altar, Ning Wujian had already completed his self-proof.

Since Ning Hongyuan left, the successive challengers have not been able to shake Ning Wuxian in the slightest, and his face has always maintained his elegant and chic smile as always.

After every victory, the smile like the son of the moon can always make the young woman in the field set off earth-shattering waves again and again.

You can't find a more genuine smile in the world, a smile so gracefully.

His laughter is also a sharp sword, which seems to be able to make people forget all the killing intent.

This kind of laughter not only made the girl exclaim, but also won the recognition of many open-minded young and handsome men.

"This Ning Wuqian is really remarkable, can you burst out with murderous intent in front of such a beautiful immortal face?"

"His laughter may be a more precious weapon than his martial arts. ”

"Maybe yes, do you want to challenge him?"

"I don't want to make a fool of myself!"

"I'm so timid, I want to see if this Ning Wujian is really so hidden!"

"Don't forget, this is the home of the Divine Sword Sect. ”

"It is precisely because of this that as a martial artist, I should go all out even more!"

"Well, I wish you success!"

The strength of the Martial Realm that Ning Wuqian burst out was even greater than the Martial Realm strength that Ning Hongyuan burst out yesterday, which shocked those Martial Realm elders even more.

When all the young people thought that Ning Wujian would become a model among the younger generation when he would be completely famous all over the world today, a woman suddenly said aloud above the "Divine Sword Altar": "I, Xiahou Wan, have come to learn the mastery of the son!"

Xiahou Wan, she still did according to the plan she had made before.

The eyes of everyone present converged on this young woman with an elegant temperament, like a moon goddess.

"It's a good show to watch!"

"She is Xiahou Wan of the Xiahou family?"

"Why, you don't know her yet?"

"Is there anything special about her?"

"You are really for the sake of cultivation, and you don't hear anything about the world, I heard that this woman is the "perfect son" who perfectly inherited the family bloodline at the age of twenty-five, the reason why their Xiahou family can still survive in such a messy purple jade sect, without this sharp blade, their entire family would have been wiped out by that extremely scheming coward, and would have been turned into ashes a long time ago!"

"Do you mean the Purple Jade Sect in the northwest, the Purple Jade Sect that had to migrate to the northwest after being defeated by the Ten Thousand Poison Sect before?"