"I see. ”

Looking at the words on the stone turntable, I knew in my heart that it was nothing more than choosing a content to compose a poem.

If the poem is good, the poem will be teleported out of the secret realm of the poetry pavilion.

At this time, Lin Shuangyu suddenly thought that if the poem is written well, how can this secret realm identify who the poet is.

There is a thought in the heart, and the secret realm has an answer.

"Dripping blood!"

"Name!"

At this time, a mini Daozi stone tablet appeared out of thin air in front of Lin Shuangyu, about the size of an adult's palm.

Before Lin Shuangyu could react, a light cut a hole in the belly of his middle finger, and this light took away a drop of blood the moment it slashed.

Lin Shuangyu couldn't help but sigh that the rules in the Daozi Secret Territory were very domineering, and they were actually forced.

People have to bow their heads under the eaves, and they can't follow the rules of a space, especially if they are here to become Taoists.

"Below, Li Taibai. ”

Just as Lin Shuangyu said the three words Li Taibai, a ray of light was imprinted on the Daozi stone tablet belonging to the Poetry Pavilion.

Once Lin Shuangyu's results can reach less than 1,000 this time, Li Taibai's name will appear on the Daozi Stone Tablet.

Now that the name has been decided, Lin Shuangyu took a serious look at the words recorded on the stone turntable, from his heart, although he cultivated the spiritual foundation of poetry with the poem of Leaving Thoughts.

But since he has reappeared in front of the world under the name of Li Taibai, it is natural that the poems he will write in the future will be the best written by Li Taibai himself on the earth.

But when there is really affection, Lin Shuangyu is not a pedantic person, of course he will use other people's poems.

Therefore, Lin Shuangyu looked at the words on the stone turntable, and recalled in his mind the poems made by Li Taibai on the earth.

And when Lin Shuangyu chose the theme of the poem, in a deep space in the Lingyuan Pillar of the Wind and Snow Bright Sun Sect, a drop of blood was suspended in the middle.

And a voice whispered imperceptibly, "I can't guess wrong, it's just why the breath of this blood is so faint, and it is still so looming, but if not, what kind of madness did the ancestral spirit go by, and he actually sent this person here desperately to damage the star spirit root." ”

No one noticed the vision here, not even Li Rushi and the others.

It's no wonder that they are, after all, no one has been able to figure out the mysteries of the Lingyuan Pillar so far.

Lin Shuangyu looked at the words in the many words, and couldn't take his eyes off it.

Looking at this thought, he remembered not only Mo Li, but also other people, Ye Wuzhi, Feng Wuxue, the other seven Sword Peak Peak Masters, and Wang Darken.

I even thought of Yijian Mountain, the Immortal Emperor Spiritual Land, and the earth that had become blurred in my memory.

All thoughts come from one word, home.

In the end, this home was settled in the memories of Yijian Mountain.

In the past few years, he has deeply experienced the warmth of his family in Yijian Mountain.

Now, if anyone asks him, where is his hometown?

He will not hesitate to reply, a sword mountain.

At this moment, he clearly knew what poem he was going to make, it was the five-character ancient poem that seemed simple, but could give people infinite resonance.

It was a poem that suited his truest state of mind at the moment.

Just as he was about to recite this poem, he found that the original blue sky seemed to have changed from a blank sheet of paper to a colorful picture.

All kinds of strange scenes appeared in the sky one after another, some of them were clear, some of them were blurry, and they were very magical.

Looking at it more closely, Lin Shuangyu had a rough conjecture in his heart.

For in every sight he saw embodied fonts hovering over them.

For example, there is such a sentence in the sky above the endless sea of flowers.

Flowers are like who's heart!

For example, there is such a sentence in the sky above the battlefield full of corpses.

People are like ants, and their lives are like grass!

For example, above the old man who was melancholy in the sunset, there was such a sentence.

Looking back, it is all regret, how to worry!

It seems that after each poem is formed, there is a corresponding scene to appear, and at first Lin Shuangyu just felt that this method was extraordinary.

Gradually, he found out that something was wrong, and every scene seemed to contain some kind of killing machine, and where this killing machine was hidden, he couldn't see it in his current realm.

Just when Lin Shuangyu was amazed by these images, the five Daozi stone tablets outside all appeared with visions.

Some of them have new names after them, but that is not meant to be replaced.

Li Rushi and others know that these new names are just a single level score that has reached within 1,000.

Whether it can really be replaced depends on the results of the next three levels.

Lin Pisces saw the colorful scene in the sky, and even fought with each other, so he no longer hesitated.

Facing the stone turntable, he chanted the silent night thought in his heart.

"Moonlight in front of the bed. ”

This space was originally blank, there was no sun and moon in the sky at all, but when this sentence was placed, the bright moon appeared in the sky, with a cold atmosphere.

"It is suspected that it is frost on the ground. ”

Under the bright moon, the moonlight scattered on the ground turned into real silver frost.

This silver frost seems to contain some kind of sadness that can frostbite all things.

"Look up at the bright moon. ”

Suddenly, next to the silver frost, a young man in white appeared, looking at the sky and the moon, full of longing.

"Bow your head and think of your hometown. ”

At this moment, the scenery suddenly changed, under the bright moon, the landscape appeared, and just when it was about to show more, there was a layer of fog between the mountains and rivers, and it was impossible to see clearly.

This is Lin Shuangyu's active control of his thoughts, and he found that the thoughts and thoughts here can be perfectly displayed in conjunction with the poems.

And the hometown in his heart is Yijian Mountain, so naturally he can't let it appear, fortunately, this heavenly image can be affected by it, otherwise this Li Taibai's identity will be scrapped in an instant.

Lin Shuangyu didn't expect his move to give him an unexpected joy.

At this time, the young man in white stood at the foot of a mountain peak, shrouded in mist, and this scene, with the poem, added a lonely depression, and became more in line with the artistic conception of the poem.

When the other people who were participating in the Shige Daozi test saw this scene, they all had an intuition that this person would definitely be able to pass the first level of the Daozi test.

They speculated about who the young man in white was.

After all, there are too many people who like to dress up in white in the immortal cultivation world.

Lin Shuangyu didn't care what others thought at all, he was now staring intently at the area with the words engraved on the stone turntable.

From the moment he began to recite poetry, the area of the word began to show light, and at first this light accounted for only 10%.

As the verses are sung out one by one, the light eventually occupies ninety percent of the area.

Looking at Yicheng, who had never been filled, Lin Shuangyu frowned.

"How is it possible, even the poems of the poets can't reach ten percent, just rely on these ninety percent, can I become the Taoist of the poetry pavilion......"

Lin Shuangyu fell into deep worry.

Just when Lin Shuangyu wanted to investigate whether he could make up for the remaining Yicheng, a force directly teleported him out of this space.

As for the destination, it's the second level.

As soon as Lin Shuangyu appeared, he found the Shige disciple who he hadn't seen for a long time.

Especially when he saw the sea cold leaf that was specially loaded, he knew that he must have passed the first level of the Daozi test.

But he still couldn't be happy, his goal was to become a Taoist, and the only remaining ten percent undoubtedly became his worry.

Lin Shuangyu didn't know at all that the Daozi test was divided into four levels, and each level reached ninety percent, and he could become a Taoist.

Even Li Rushi's first level that year was also ninety percent.

Li Rushi and others don't know what Lin Shuangyu thinks, and their minds are now on Lin Shuangyu's poem.

"This poem is not simple. ”

Hearing Li Rushi's words, everyone nodded, especially the older generation who have experienced countless years, and they were deeply touched when they heard this silent night thought.

"In the long years, although the hometown is there, the people have gone. ”

"Even so, I occasionally think about it, and I want to go back and see it, even if it's not a person. ”

"Who isn't. ”