Su Lin woke up leisurely from the center of the ruins of the mist and rain, but it was noon on the second day. Hong Liyu beside him had not yet woken up. Nine holy bricks of poetry hung high in front of him, emitting dazzling golden light. The above was the "Yanqiu Ci" which was written in Su Linyan's style.

"What's going on with all this? I remember falling into the heart-falling storm with Li Yu, experiencing the love between Meng Jiangnu and Fan Qiliang. That feeling..."

His mind was a little confused, but the holy power in the wisdom fu begins to nourish his whole body, making Su Lin return to Qingming, and wash away all the sensory memories that were substituted into Fan Qiliang. He looked at the "Yanqiu Ci" in front of him, but his eyes still showed a trace of loss of love. He bowed to Meng Jiangnu and Fan Qiliang's remnant souls in the void, "A poem "Yanqiu Ci" asked 'what is love', and answered 'life and death promise', and he told the truest meaning of love. Su Lin is not talented, and this "Yanqiu Ci" is not what I did, but it is just a description. I hope that the two seniors can get what they want and keep their souls together!"

After saying that, the entire fog and rain misty forest stopped slowly. The whole space no longer had the aura of death. Instead, it was filled with the warmth of love. Meng Jiangnu and Fan Qiliang, who were originally still staying here, swept across each other and merged into one, suddenly broke through the sky, and returned to the nine heavens.

"Su...Su Lin... Are we...the mist and misty forest destroyed?"

The Heart Storm of the Heart stopped completely, and Hong Liyu slowly woke up. With the Demon Spirit Jade on her body, she looked at her still a beautiful man who was still a illusory image, and then she asked Su Lin a little relievedly.

"Yes. Li Yu, Meng Jiangnu and Fan Qiliang's reunion was perfected. Meng Jiangnu was no longer worried. The mist forest set up by the sub-saint Mencius was naturally not necessary to exist."

Su Lin stood up and looked at the desolate surroundings, sixteen fingernail-sized heart stones on the ground, trying to pick them up with his hands, but each piece weighed a thousand pounds and could not be picked up at all.

"Sulin, I...I have a Qiankun bag here that can be put in."

Hong Liyu shyly untied a pink purse from his waist, which turned out to be a high-end Qiankun bag. The Sumeru space in it was actually equivalent to a huge warehouse.

"Very good! But Li Yu, you..."

After putting in the sixteen heart stones, Su Lin seemed to remember something, then stared at Hong Liyu carefully for a while, muttering, "It's strange..."

"What's strange..." Hong Liyu was about to ask, but Su Lin actually reached out and attacked Hong Liyu's flat chest.

"Ah! Sulin, what are you going to do?"

Although Hong Liyu did not have the two cute little white rabbits because of the transformation effect of the demon spirit jade, the girl's mind was particularly sensitive. When Su Lin touched her, her face turned red.

"No? I'm sorry! Li Yu, I... I always thought you were a woman. Even in the dream, I felt like you were a cute rabbit witch girl like Meng Jiangnu, so..."

After touching it, Su Lin was also puzzled, and then questioned his guesses in his heart, and apologized to Hong Liyu with a silly smile, thinking to himself whether he really had paranoia? Hong Liyu was just a beautiful man with a more beautiful appearance, but he fantasized her as a woman?

"That... that's because in the dream, you have immersed in the experience and memory of the great scholar Fan Qiliang. I... I naturally immersed in Meng Jiangnu, so... So Su Lin, everything you see is an illusion! It's an illusion! Do you know?"

Hong Liyu's face was red and hot, and the demon spirit jade on her chest became hot. She quickly suppressed her thumping heart and turned her head to look at Su Lin again. Otherwise, the demon spirit jade would probably be ineffective soon.

As soon as he turned his head, Hong Liyu saw nine holy bricks floating in poetry. When he moved his heart, he immediately changed the topic and read the first sentence of "Yanqiu Ci" and said: "What is love in the world? It is really a love and love! Su Lin, this poem has already been able to conquer the country, why don't you sign it with your name? There will be nine holy bricks to give back to you immediately."

"I just woke up, but I didn't expect that there were nine holy bricks for the poems in Zhenguo. This time I have consumed nearly two holy bricks forever, and I don't know how to add them!"

Su Lin held the pen to kill demons in the world, breathed a sigh of relief, and then wrote the word "Su Lin" on the holy brick of the poem "Yanqiu Ci" in front of him.

Imperial!

As soon as he finished his pen, the nine holy bricks of poetry were like a golden light, snatching the sky and flying straight to the Great Wall a hundred miles away. At the same time, the power of nine holy bricks was also given back by the Great Wall by Su Lin's sea of ​​wisdom, sinking into the sea of ​​wisdom, emitting holy power, nourishing the entire wisdom.

The poems and essays of Zhenguo, the importance of the thoughts contained in it is enough to become laws and policies that the entire country can implement upward and downward. Ran Zicheng's volume "Theory of Wealth, Noble and Poverty" is just Mingzhou's policy theory, which is enough to make the king pay attention to. When he reaches the great Confucianism and his thoughts become more profound, it can become a strategy for the country, and truly allow the king to implement the national policies and laws.

Therefore, whenever the poems and essays in the country are born, the entire subordinate country will be slightly shaken under the shaking of the Great Wall, and the jade seal in the hands of the king can also be sensed.

"Yanqiu Ci" is a sacred brick that is vast and has landed on the Great Wall. The Great Wall of Wu that has been tens of thousands of miles was shaken, and the entire earth was slightly shaken. This is the power of the poetry of the country.

Riding a horse and hundreds of horses came from the world. Hong Jingzhang brought a group of the case-leaders, as well as many Jinshi, Juren and scholars from Sitong Town, to the Great Wall of the border from outside the pass to pay tribute to the newly born country poetry as soon as possible.

"Zhenguo! It seems that our Wu Kingdom has not been published in Zhenguo's poems and essays for three years, right?"

"Yes! I heard that the "Theory of Wealth, Nobleness, Poverty and Humbleness" by the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue Ran Zicheng is the most promising chapter in recent years that has the most hope to become a national policy. Could it be his?"

"How is it possible? We clearly saw that the holy bricks of poetry flew from outside the pass. The Minister of Revenue Ran Zicheng was in the capital..."

"Outside the pass... Could it be a demon clan? I have heard recently that many talented people in the demon clan are learning the ideas of our human race! The semi-saints in the temple even argued and disagree about this. Should the ideas be passed on to the demon clan..."

...

A poem about seizing the country made the originally lonely Great Wall of the border suddenly burst into a crowd. Almost all the knowledgeable people in Sitong Town rushed over to join in the fun, and everyone came over curiously to see who the newly-sponsored poem about seizing the country was written by and what kind of poem it was.

"Master Hong, it is really a blessing for my Wu Kingdom! Another poem about the country of peace was born, and Your Majesty may have known it. It is really a blessing for us to witness such a great moment as soon as possible! The one who wrote the poem about the country of peace must be the pillars of my country of wisdom and the grand patriots."

Zhao Zhi, who followed Hong Jingzhang all the way to the Great Wall, said with a smile. The death of Su Lin, his old enemy, made him feel very happy. Now there are poems to learn about the country. Maybe he suddenly feels it after observing it, and his thoughts can be more profound or more profound.

"My Wu Kingdom has not been able to leave the country's policy for a long time. The government governance and the six ministries have all laxed their official duties. It is time for me to see what kind of poems are there for a country's policy?"

The people who watched were Hong Jingzhang, who had the highest literary position and official position. Naturally, everyone followed him and waited for Hong Jingzhang to be the first to go up to observe the poems of Holy Bricks.

"Yanqiu Ci? Is it a poem?"

When Hong Jingzhang saw the first sight, he found that it was really a poem, and he was even more shocked. Although the poems were short and concise and could be expressed in detail, it was even more difficult to reach the level of a country. On the contrary, the essays were long and could contain rich ideas and theories. With the author's writing and profound thoughts, he could even correct some of the views and ideas, which made it easier to reach the level of a country.

It is very difficult to achieve the national level by using poetry. It must contain the ultimate thoughts and emotions to succeed. Undoubtedly, Hong Jingzhang knew that the poem "Yanqiu Ci" in front of him was such a poem, so he was even more impatient to read it at a glance.

However, how can the poems of Zhenguo be viewed so quickly? When Su Lin wrote this poem "Yanqiu Ci", the whole article was already in his mind, but he had to write it slowly with the power of holy words one by one. The whole process lasted for several hours before he could finish the more than 100 words.

Therefore, although Hong Jingzhang wanted to finish the poem at a glance, his eyes had to look over each word, feel the past, and understand the past.

"Ask what love is in the world...it just teaches people...it promises life and death..."

Words and pauses, one feels, one feeling and one enlightenment, one enlightenment, one sigh, one sigh and one praise...

This is really a poem to taste tea. Hong Jingzhang felt that he was completely integrated into the picture in the poem. Looking at the Hongyan who was mourning for love, he felt infinite sadness in his heart, and deeply felt the "life and death promise" of the most affectionate love. From the "Hongyan" to people, isn't the love on the Hongyan a microcosm and symbol of human love?

What is love in the world? It is to teach you life and death to agree with each other!

Everyone is like Hong Jingzhang, and the pictures and emotions that are addicted to the lyrics are difficult to extricate themselves. The higher the literary position, the deeper the thoughts and more experiences, the more sad the more heartache, and aftertaste, there is a hint of bitterness.

"For thousands of years, to stay for the poet, sing and drinking wildly, visiting the geese hills..."

When the last word settled in my heart, all emotions and thoughts swept through the sky, the entire sea of ​​wisdom surged, and the power of the holy bricks hit each other, Hong Jingzhang's grand scholar's thoughts roared and his thoughts surged. He just noticed that he wanted to see who was named at the end of the poem, and how capable he was to write such a "Yanqiu Ci" that hurts his bones!

However, when Hong Jingzhang really moved his bright eyes to the last signing and signed, he suddenly widened his eyes and shouted incredibly: "Su Lin! It turned out to be made by Su Lin!"

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