Sun Aqiao came over curiously, Director Yin asked her to get this book after she found the Leihao tea tree in the back mountain, and muttered a few sentences on it every day. What is written exactly, but it is not for people to see, but I didn't expect to show it to Liu Yushi, who met for the first time, today.

Liu Yushi turned halfway through it, and saw that the back was all blank, knowing that this poetry collection had not yet been written, and said in his heart: I don't know if the poems in it were copied by Director Yin, or written by himself.

Yin Qin seemed to see her doubts, and explained with a smile: "The poems in it are all made by the ancestor, and my disciple is just sorting them out for her." ”

Liu Yushi and Sun Aqiao were all taken aback, although Hua Yunshang can be regarded as a famous figure within a radius of thousands of miles, but it has nothing to do with her poetic talent. Even many people secretly ridiculed her for being a white Ding ancestor who couldn't read a lot of big words.

Although this is mean, Hua Yunshang is not good at piano and chess, does not know calligraphy and painting, and knows almost nothing about poetry and songs. Not to mention anything else, just from the three characters "Hua Ci Feng" written by her own hands, you can see that her basic posture in calligraphy is completely unconceptual.

Sun Aqiao knew the inside story, and said in his heart: Most of this booklet was written by Director Yin himself under the guise of the ancestor's name. It's just that I heard that Director Yin used to be a barbarian who carried a big stack in Kokura Mountain, and he could also write poems, which is really incredible.

Liu Yushi flipped forward from the last poem, and what was written on the paper was a poem "Dao Qianyin":

"The tiger roared Jianglan, the ape cried out of the empty mountain, the three drums sounded in the dream, and he was in the Nine Heavens. Outside the window, the spring plays into the pillow, and the conscience says that it is rich, and the road is shallow and leisurely. ”

Liu Yushi has been fond of poetry since he was a child, and this kind of thing is not as difficult to find as the Taoist scriptures. This song "Dao Qianyin" has never been heard of.

Liu Yushi thought that most of the words and sentences made by those famous men of the Wu Dynasty were words of wind and snow, lingering love, although the words and sentences were exquisite, in the eyes of cultivators, they were always missing a rhyme. Her favorite poem is the enlightenment song of Tie Ling Zhenren: "I go straight on the avenue, the sunset returns to the birdsong, stretches out my hand to make the moon shadow, strokes the palm and laughs at the breeze." Although these four sentences are not neat enough to fight, like a limerick, they are not at all pretentious like a child moaning without illness, and they are full of the pride and feelings of Taoist epiphany.

Compared with the enlightenment song of Tie Ling Zhenren, although there is a little less heroism in overcoming obstacles, it has a little more freedom beyond the world.

Liu Yushi couldn't help but think of the four enlightenment songs that were forced to be written by Tie Ling Zhenren when Hua Yunshang Jindan was completed: "Once you get Jindan, you will live for a few hundred more years, and when you are a baby, you will live for a few thousand more years!"

The thing that was ridiculed as the "Eight Songs of the Millennium King" has now been discussed as a forbidden poem that Hua Qifeng strictly prohibits from talking about publicly, and when he killed Liu Yu, he refused to believe that the ancestor of his family could write the sentences in the "Dao Qianyin" in front of him. She is a delicate heart, and after a sneak glance at Sun Aqiao, she guessed that most of this poem was written by Director Yin.

Liu Yushi really liked this poem, and couldn't help but glance at the courtesy, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and turned the page forward, but it was a sketch poem called "Hantan Occasional":

"Looking for a lazy dragon at the bottom of the pool, the bluestone moon captures, plays a thousand layers of water, and shakes off a few scales. ”

In just four sentences, using the dragon at the bottom of the pond as an analogy, it vividly depicts the state of Yunshang when he practiced in Hantan.

In the eyes of outsiders, the monk's meditation practice is like a rock of dead wood, tasteless. As everyone knows, when the river cart is running, the spiritual power is running and the spiritual root, once the limbs and bones are connected with the faint qi of heaven and earth, the taste is really as cheerful and lively as a dragon at the bottom of the pool.

Of course, only a great cultivator of Jindan's achievements like Yunshang dares to say that he has a dragon at the bottom of the pool, a qi refining cultivator like Liu Yushi, and the so-called qi vein transportation is just a little worm.

After reading this poem, Liu Yushi not only sighed at the unfathomable realm of Brother Jindan, but also yearned for the future cultivation avenue. A kind of shame suddenly rose in her heart, ashamed of the thoughts she had once taken her own life. In the face of the never-ending road to eternal life, what are the frustrations and humiliations of the past?

Liu Yushi's mind is delicate and sensitive, turning down the pages line by line, there is a feeling of indulging in it and inextricating himself. She only felt that the poems in the booklet were all good poems that had never been seen in the wilderness, but they were by no means the kind of pretentious and flashy words of ordinary people. The person who made these poets must be an amazing great cultivator, and of course, he is certainly not his own ancestor who aspires to live for thousands of years.

Could it be that the poems in the book were all written by the director Yin in front of him? Liu Yushi once again peeked at the courtesy, but saw that he picked up the previous scroll again, and looked at it intently.

"Sister Liu, these words are so beautiful, but ...... How come I have never heard of the name of this kind of word plate?" Sun Aqiao had been looking at the side, and he didn't say anything about her, and when he saw Liu Yu, he turned to a page absentmindedly, and couldn't help but point to the words on it and asked.

Liu Yushi hurriedly cleaned up his mood, lowered his eyes, and saw eight lines written on the paper, and the title happened to be called "Eight Lines":

Who painted the autumn pond

Who painted it? The smoke on this autumn pond

Dry lotus on the smoke

Cold rain on dry lotus

It's like someone's string and column

I don't know how to be good tonight while sitting and standing

He waved his hand from the immeasurable eon

It has been frightened to the point of gray hair

Liu Yushi was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but gently rub the words on the paper with his fingertips, as if to smooth out the bleak and desperate pain that came out between the lines. These eight lines of words are neither poems nor words, let alone a song of a small song, Liu Yushi only knows this text, like a mirror, and what is reflected in the mirror is the countless times that I have been sleepless all night, and my heart is painful.

If you understand it purely literally, these eight lines of words seem to come from the hands of some mortal who is full of sorrow, but once you taste it carefully, where is the cold and indifferent charm in it, but where are the words that an uncultivated mortal can write?

At first glance, these eight lines seem to be intercession, but when you think about it, they seem to be saying. Some people say that the avenue is ruthless, and some people say that they are too forgetful, and what others say is all on paper, scratching the itch of the boots, only the monks who are sincere to the Tao and have gone through some hard training will have the opportunity to be able to face the vast avenue at a certain moment in their lives. Although it may only be a short moment, it is enough to make people realize what kind of shock and pain it is to wave your hand before the immeasurable eons of the Tao and transform into this life.

Liu Yushi was obsessively holding half of the "Dao Shallow Collection", and it took a long time before he sighed, and returned the booklet to Hui Qin with both hands: "Yushi's qualifications are poor, and the way of the poems in the book is mysterious, and it is difficult to solve in case of emergency, and it is really impossible and not qualified to judge." ”

(It is the third update of the Remnant Alliance Leader.) ）