"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star. Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles. Brush off your clothes and go to hide deep with your name ......"

Li Bai's chivalrous walk is very imposing, and it is a favorite of Lin Jian, so when it comes to poetry, the first thing that comes to mind is this poem.

Then recited it, his strong strength, excellent poems, plus his handsomeness, and Xu Mumu by his side, naturally attracted more attention.

What was even more shocking was the reaction of the piece of ice.

Almost as soon as the first sentence was recited, there were waves in the ice, as if something was stirring up, and the surrounding lake also appeared a strong change.

The lake boiled as if some giant beast was jumping in the lake.

With Lin Jian's subsequent verses, Xuanbing shook violently, faintly appearing in the shape of a dragon, and the surrounding lake almost stirred up waves of tens of meters.

The waves are even more condensed and formed, and the white horse knight appears, showing the superb skills of the knight, but with a little more change, which is very close to the monk's means.

Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles.

It is also said that this poem itself contains this kind of power, and Lin Jian himself does not know how to use it, but the Confucian supernatural power can.

Although it is not a Confucian magic now, it has also passed through the magic weapon to stimulate a bit of the power of poetry.

Not to mention the creation of such a vision, the level of poetry alone makes people feel the atmosphere, and the words and phrases are by no means comparable to the previous monks.

Even if you are a layman, you can feel that in the poems, it seems to be pregnant with a powerful murderous aura.

If Lin Jian is a Confucian person, and he uses the power of this poetry to kill the enemy, the power is probably extraordinary, and the most important thing is that there are many people who ask themselves about themselves, and there are really some Confucian people, but they are stunned at the moment.

Does Confucianism have this poem?

Confucian poetry has the power of poetry, some people create it, and ordinary people can learn it, but it is just that the forces to which they belong are different, but there are also certain restrictions, so that they can not be used all over the world.

Most of the famous poems, they know that if they are of such a standard, it is impossible to be in the market.

But they racked their brains and couldn't think of the relevant content at all.

What's more, some people are shocked in their hearts, this ...... Isn't there someone who created a new poem?

Is it simple?

Of course, it is easy to write poems, but the difficult thing is that the artistic conception is embedded in the poems, which can be displayed with Confucian supernatural powers, like the monk before, even if it is used by Confucian monks, it is useless.

But Lin Jian's song is obviously different, it contains a powerful power, and the grade is definitely not low, if it is learned by a Confucian monk, it will definitely be able to exert a powerful lethality.

And Lin Jian himself didn't have any consciousness at all.

Although Buddhism and Taoism are in his life, he rarely touches on these things, and he has not been in contact with them before, so how can he know the specific situation of Confucianism.

Secondly, even the existence of the dragon clan and the demon clan, he had just learned about it, which showed how backward this news was.

After reading a poem, the audience boiled.

Among the flower boats in the lake, there were also several people, all of whom were women dressed up in flowers, and after being surprised, they came to their senses, and hurriedly activated the magic weapon, and said respectfully: "Please board the boat!"

The magic weapon drive actually projected a bridge, connecting the lake and the location of the flower boat.

Unexpectedly, everyone was not crowded at all, and no one wanted to forcibly board the ship, I am afraid there are rules, Xu Mumu was dizzy at the moment, the senior brother actually made such a standard of poetry, she asked herself about her little ability, in front of the senior brother, it was really an axe, and she couldn't take it.

Senior brother is too powerful, I thought that what I saw was all he had, but I didn't want to give myself another surprise here, with my senior brother's ability, joining Confucianism, I'm afraid it won't be much less than the treatment of Buddha.

There was even more commotion around, and everyone was talking.

The monk who said that Lin Jian couldn't do it before was even more stunned, and his jaw was about to dislocate in surprise, this person ...... This person is too powerful, isn't it?

This guy simply doesn't want people to live, not to mention that he is handsome, the performance just now is definitely not something that a foundation building realm monk can make, I'm afraid it is a monk of the Jindan realm.

The key is that you are in the realm of Jindan, and you are still so talented, what should we do?

In the midst of all the attention, Lin Jian pulled Xu Mumu and planned to board the ship.

When the female cultivator on the ship saw it, she immediately reminded: "Distinguished guest, it is the rule for one person to board the ship with a poem. ”

Even though Lin Jian's poetry level and strength can be said to be the best in the past, the rules cannot be broken because of this, so Xu Mumu, who has no poetry, naturally can't board the ship.

Lin Jian looked at Xu Mumu, then at the woman on the flower boat, and muttered, "Then if I chant again, can I let my junior sister also take the stage?"

"This ...... Wait a minute, I'll ask for instructions. The woman hesitated, after all, nothing had happened before.

Who's romantic and talented, not to come over to see the Oiran of the Wushuang Pavilion, who still brings a woman over, not to mention that it is difficult to meet the conditions, even if it is difficult to buy suitable poems, let alone help others to come to a poem.

Hundreds of people have gathered inside the flower boat.

This event was held for a few days, and the number of onlookers around it, there were hundreds of thousands of people who came and went, and there were many people who tried it.

The woman quickly crossed the crowd and stepped onto the high platform.

In the high platform, a female cultivator covered her face with a veil, her eyebrows and eyes were handsome, even if she performed like this, she could see her beautiful purple, not to mention her graceful posture, and she was well-founded.

"This is an accident, but since the rules don't say no, then let's allow it, this son's literary talent is far beyond our imagination, if it is not allowed, I am afraid that if you don't come to this flower boat, it will undoubtedly be everyone's loss. ”

Her voice is also like a yellow warbler's soft cry, which is pleasant and moving.

"What the white girl said is not bad, this person's poetry is unheard of, and I don't know which master of Confucianism is under the disciple, I also want to see it. Someone on board immediately agreed.

The woman hurriedly rushed out and said loudly: "This time the son's performance is outstanding, it is really very human, and my young lady is also interested in seeing it, if the son makes another poem, it can meet the standard, and this girl can also enter." ”

"Senior brother, are you okay?" Xu Mumu squeezed Lin Jian's hand nervously.

Lin Jian smiled: "That's natural, since you want to see it, of course I want to take you up to have a look." ”

After a moment's thought, he began to recite.

"Ryoma Flower Snow Hair, Golden Saddle Wuling Hao. Autumn frost cut jade sword, sunset pearl robe. Cockfighting is a multiplication, and Xuan Gai is high. The bow destroys the Nanshan Tiger, and the hand is connected to the Taihang Tiger. After drinking, compete in style, three cups of treasure knife. Killing people is like cutting grass, and the drama Meng travels together. Angry to go to Taihang, join the army to Xuantian. After a hundred battles, the demons fled ......"

(It's estimated that it's two shifts today.,Suddenly a lot of work today.,Plus the recent plot.,Cards come and go.,Change and change.,It's also a headache.。 ）