"Sulin! Just like you can see, this temple of thought contains 485 kinds of thoughts, large and small... Read the latest and most complete novels, each kind of thought is the semi-saints and great scholars of my Wu Kingdom. They have gained from digging and exploring adventures from the wilderness. After thousands of years of warming and accumulation, they have reached their current scale..."

Taking everyone to the temple of thought, the great scholar Yang Wenchang said to Su Lin, "To enter these thought veins to practice, it takes at least 100 credits. In front of the thought veins, there are nine hundred and ninety-nine different mazes. The simplest maze can get five credits when you break through one, and after the most difficult one, you can get one thousand credits. Su Lin, the poetic maze you want to break through now is the maze of the top ten difficulty levels, right in front. If you are ready, you can step into it..."

As soon as the words were finished, a golden halo appeared in front of the veins of thought. In this halo, countless holy words were surging, constantly being pieced together into various poems.

This is the mystery of poetry. Many poems in the country are collected and nourished by the power of the thought, and then promote the growth of the thoughts in it, resulting in many poetic illusions.

Such a poetic mysteries gather so many poetic illusions, which is really difficult to pass through. Each illusion that appears is different, and there are even many luck elements in it.

"Is this the mysteries of poetry? The ideological power in it is so powerful... Huh? No... It should be said that all the mysteries here, the ideological power provided to them, all come from those thoughts..."

After a careful stare, Su Lin's three ideological powers analyzed and he knew the true face of these mazes. In fact, the mazes here are powerful because the power provided to them is very powerful.

There are four hundred and eighty-five kinds of thoughts. The thoughts of each kind of thoughts are pure and single. However, the thoughts that naturally exist in this world cannot be so simple and innocent. Just as Confucius said, the state of innocence is difficult to achieve.

Therefore, often, the thoughts contained in a poem, an illusion, or a painting are often diverse and complex. Then, it is through the different single thoughts. Their powers are intertwined to form these different mysteries.

If we have to use analogy to explain it, we can regard the simple thought veins as a single color brush, and our world is colorful and requires various colors of thought veins to construct a colorful world of thought.

"In this mystery of poetry, every poem is probably constructed by several thoughts... So, in essence, what I have to face is not the poem itself, but the thoughts. The so-called poetry illusion is the power they express through the situation of the mystery of poetry!"

In an instant, Su Lin felt confident in his heart, smiled and nodded, and then stepped into the golden halo without hesitation.

"Have you entered? Su Lin really dared to enter the mystery of poetry. I wonder what poetry he will experience?"

"I have seen a few Jinshis who came into it before, and most of them were pre-Qin poems, of course. There were also many poems from the Han Dynasty..."

...

As soon as Su Lin entered the mystery of poetry, everyone began to pay attention to and guess what kind of poetry Su Lin would experience. In this way, they could naturally accumulate some experience in dealing with it when watching outside. Maybe they would also have to break into this mystery of poetry in the future.

indistinct……

A golden halo flashed in front of Su Lin. The moment he stepped in, Su Lin discovered that he had entered a very strange world.

A very beautiful world, beautiful and clear river, white clouds like cotton candy floating on the blue sky, and the breeze blowing brings a breath of freedom.

"This...is in the mystery of poetry? I don't know which poem this scene is the illusion in which poem it is! However, this refreshing and happy feeling seems to make your thoughts purer."

Entering the maze of poetry, Su Lin had to always remind himself to be vigilant and beware of some thoughts at any time. However, when entering this environment, he unconsciously relaxed his heart and wanted to integrate into such poetic and picturesque ideas.

“The reeds are green and the white dew turns into frost.

The so-called beauty is on the side of the water..."

Suddenly, just as Su Lin was trance recalling the clear river water, a nice song came from a distance. Su Lin carefully identified the past and turned out to be a song "Jiang Jia" in the Book of Songs.

Looking at the clear river water and the beautiful scenery, Su Lin had already guessed that the mystery of poetry he entered was the mystery of the Book of Songs.

"Kong Sheng said that there are three hundred poems, and the thoughts are innocent. That is to say, the thoughts explained in the Book of Songs are all pure and innocent. The thoughts and expressions are full of beautiful wishes and emotions. No wonder... This illusion makes me feel relaxed from the moment I step into it, and I feel an unprecedented beautiful feeling... as if I am drunk in this illusion and don't want to get out again..."

After understanding that he was in the Book of Songs, Su Lin began to look for the key to breaking the formation. The songs that came from a distance just now were chanting the poems of "Jian Jia", which were nice and full of temptations, especially the beautiful pursuit of emotions in it, which made Su Lin unable to help but want to follow.

Sure enough, along the river bank, Su Lin heard a slightly heavy song again and sang slowly:

"Follow it upstream, the road is long and hindered.

I followed it up, and it seemed to be in the middle of the water.”

Water center!

Su Lin looked at the middle of the river again, and a graceful girl was smiling at him. But just when Su Lin wanted to look at him more clearly, he found that the figure was gone. Only the water patterns in the middle of the water were rippling and dispersing towards the surroundings...

“The reeds are lush, and the white dew has not yet dried.

The so-called beauty is in the water.”

The singing started again, and Su Lin chased towards Shui Zhimei again. The dream was still a bubble. The pursuit of beauty fell again and again, just like the fall of dreams and ideals. Beautiful things always make people feel so close to you, but when they really pursued, they can be destroyed so quickly and without traces. (To be continued, please search for astronomy, novels are better and faster!
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