Song Bin looked at Liu Ruyan, who looked a little gloomy, and had not noticed that there were tears in her eyes before.

In an instant, he regretted saying all the poems.

This poem is the most difficult to understand among all Li Shangyin's poems, known as "a "Jinse" is difficult to solve", and later generations commented, "The heart is written, the craftsmanship is natural, and it is not fake".

The poem has a deep meaning, but it tastes different because of the personal experience of each reader.

"It's just a childe, who is the 'Zhuang Sheng' in this poem, and what is the explanation of 'Emperor Wang'?"

Liu Ruyan raised her autumn-like eyes and looked at Song Bin with a little doubt.

Song Bin smiled slightly, but he had already prepared a rhetoric in his heart:

"Zhuang Sheng was originally a philosopher in the common area, and that day he dreamed of being a butterfly, and the question of 'whether a butterfly dreams of me or I dream of a butterfly' arises. ”

Emperor Wang, who was also an emperor in the common area, loved his people, and after his death, he turned into a cuckoo and cried when the rice harvest was harvested, reminding him of the harvest day. ”

Liu Ruyan stared at Song Bin, a smile appeared on her face, and she nodded slightly and said:

"The common people are still such great people, and they are like smoke and shallow learning. ”

Song Bin breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and sighed in his heart:

These nine years of compulsory education are really necessary......

"Hey, isn't this a poem by Uncle Yunshan, why has Uncle Yunshan often visited the common area in the past ten years?"

Feng Wan Lin came to her senses, and she asked in the direction of Song Bin and Jiang Yunshan with a puzzled face.

Song Bin looked at this straightforward Feng Wanlin, and sighed in his heart:

What are you doing, the first place in demolition!

Obviously, Liu Ruyan has already understood, this poem is written by Song Bin, why can't this wind and evening forest understand it at all?

Song Bin didn't know how to fulfill this lie, so he turned his head to look at Jiang Yunshan.

At this time, Jiang Yunshan did not ask Song Bin for help again.

He thought to himself that even if he squatted in the pit for three months, he would not be able to think of this kind of poem.

Even if he says that he made it himself, he will not be recognized by the plain girl.

He let out a long sigh, looked at the two girls in the "Jinse Building", and said slowly:

"Indeed, this was not done by me, but by him. ”

Jiang Yunshan slowly moved his gaze to Song Bin and looked at him with a grim face.

"You did it?!"

Feng Wanlin jumped over from the side in shock, she looked at this young man who looked two years younger than herself in disbelief, and said in surprise:

"You wrote this poem, and you can still make such verses? ”

Feng Wanlin turned his gaze to Liu Ruyan, and when he saw her smiling expression, he couldn't help but exclaim again:

"Senior Sister Ruyan, you won't believe it, will you?"

Liu Ruyan smiled, nodded slightly and replied:

"I believe it. ”

Feng Wanlin's eyes widened in surprise, although she was not proficient in poetry, she was also familiar with it in the "Jinse Tower".

She naturally knows that this "Jin Se" is not something that ordinary people can compose.

Rather than believing that this poem was written by this young man, she is more willing to accept that the creator of this poem is Yunshan Shibo.

"I don't believe it! This must be Master Yunshan bluffing us, unless ......"

Feng Wanlin's eyes lit up, glared at Song Bin and continued:

"Unless you make another one!"

She looked around, and knew that she saw a good view outside the door of the main hall, so she stretched out a hand and pointed to the door of the main hall:

"Well, you just look at the waterfall on the high mountain and make a poem, and give you a quarter of an hour, Sister Ruyan, you remember the time. ”

As she spoke, she pulled out an hourglass, which was polished with crystal and looked crystal clear, with extremely fine white sand in it.

Feng Wanlin turned this hourglass upside down and handed it to Liu Ruyan's hand.

Liu Ruyan watched the white sand in the hourglass dripping little by little, as if she was in a hurry:

"Senior Sister Wanlin, aren't you embarrassed, how can you compose poems in a hurry, how can you ...... in a quarter of an hour?"

Before Liu Ruyan finished speaking, he was startled by a voice beside him.

"There it is!"

Liu Ruyan looked at Song Bin, only to see that the young man's eyes were as bright as the moon, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, which did not look like he was lying.

She glanced at the hourglass in her hand, which had only dropped a few wisps of sand, and couldn't help but feel a little uneasy in her heart.

"So fast?!"

Feng Wanlin called out, she was stunned, and Jiang Yunshan also looked at her.

Song Bin turned one hand behind his back, pointed to the waterfall floating down on the Tiannu Peak, and said slowly:

"The name of this poem is Guanlu ......'Guantiannufeng Waterfall'. ”

Feng Wanlin's face became disdainful, and he muttered:

"With such a local name, what kind of good poetry can be said. ”

Song Bin didn't care about what Wanlin said, but he couldn't stop laughing in his heart.

I'll let you see what the real "poet saint" is!

Song Bin's hand slowly pointed to an incense burner beside him, and recited softly:

"Purple smoke ...... the sunshine incense burner"

Instead, he turned his gaze softly to the Tiannu Peak, the waterfall that flowed down:

"Looking at the waterfall in the distance. ”

"Three thousand feet down!"

"It is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days!"

The poem was sonorous and powerful, and the four lines of the poem fell to the ground, and everyone held their breath.

The faint fragrance of the incense burner wafted to the door of the main hall, shining in the sunlight, just like a touch of morning light, floating in the air, falling on the waterfall.

"Good poetry!"

Jiang Yunshan paced towards Song Bin, his joy overflowing.

"This poem should be in response to the situation, with my apprentice, the winner of this 'Yajian Conference' must be my sword together!"

Liu Ruyan was silent, she bit her lip lightly, looked at Song Bin who had just recited this poem, and had to admit that this poem was a rare good sentence.

It is not an exaggeration to even call it otherworldly.

Feng Wanlin was so shocked that she couldn't speak, and she even regretted what she said just now.

"Childe. ”

Liu Ruyan's eyes were full of autumn waves, and she looked at Song Bin with a smile:

"A few days ago, the Sinan girl in the wind in the building sang a song "Slow Voice, Looking for Seeking", I heard that it was also a lyricist surnamed Song Gongzi, I wonder if that Song Gongzi is you?"

"How could it be him?!...... that song"

Feng Wanlin swept the expressions on everyone's faces, and said in astonishment:

"It's really you writing again?!"

Song Bin didn't say anything, just nodded with a smile.

"But...... Uncle Yunshan, the 'Yajian Conference' can only be attended by people from our Sword Combination Hall and other branches, and he is not a member of our Sword Combination Hall, right?"

Jiang Yunshan was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that he had not really accepted Song Bin as an apprentice, and Song Bin had never performed an apprenticeship.

"Senior Sister Wanlin, you forgot. ”

Liu Ruyan looked at Feng Wanlin, who was full of doubts, and said softly:

"Master Su Nu said that this 'Yajian Conference' invites cultivators from all over the world, so this time, whether it is a person from the Sword Hall or not, they can participate. ”