Silver Overlord

“Predecessors, has this problem been calculated?” Yan Liqiang asked with a smile.

“Too, of course!” The old man laughed, stroking his long beard, looking at Yan Liqiang’s next line, nodding his head, and looking more satisfied, “I have been at Divine Sword Sect for so many years. Divine Sword Sect is a myriad disciple. Most of the disciples of Divine Sword Sect are heavy and frivolous. They think that poetry and book articles are useless. They are trails. They don’t know. The so-called poetry and essays are just their forms. Its bones are still in the heart, as if there is a spirit in the move, and there is also a spirit in the poetry and poetry, which is a wonderful text, just like watching the peerless masters practice the secrets of the world, just watching it next to them. It is enough to cleanse my mind, broaden my horizons, and cultivate the mighty spirit. I look at the text of Xiaoyou, which is different from the common customs. It is not a person who reads poetry. It is hard to have this ink. The lord really received a good disciple today!”

“Predecessors have won prizes. The so-called poor and rich martial arts. When they were young, they were not rich in their homes. They didn’t have the opportunity to take the road of practicing martial arts. Therefore, they often went to the bookstores in the town and borrowed books from large families. They were lucky enough to recognize a few words!” Yan Liqiang is modest.

If you want to talk about poetry and essays and look at the world, Yan Liqiang’s 5,000-year-old cultural accumulation in China’s last life is really too much. It’s hard to compare. It can be said that the martial art of this world can exceed that of the world. The poetry and book articles of that world can go beyond this world. Yan Liqiang used to be a savvy person in poetry and essays, but in the poetry and book articles he had seen in his life, it has been placed in this era. Enough to shock anyone.

And the best part is that after Cleansing the Marrows and Tendons, Yan Liqiang found things like the articles he had read in his life, even if he hadn’t remembered it after he had seen it in his life, he just forgot what he is now, as long as he I thought, those things are constantly appearing in his mind, I want to forget, I can’t forget, what is the Tang poetry, the songs, the songs, the couplets, and the books on the essence of ancient Chinese, Yan Liqiang has seen some of the past, he only remembered before. A few classics, “Teacher’s Watch” and “Ai Lian Shuo” may not be able to come back after work, but now, he can remember all, even if he only occasionally flipped through the book, he is vividly in sight, so First, to deal with this level of the fourth floor, for Yan Liqiang, it is simple.

“The original rule is to re-examine the two couples of small friends, but I see the talent of the younger friends, but they no longer need to test the couplet. Now there is only the last question. If the younger friend can pass, then you can go upstairs!”

“Please ask the seniors to ask questions!”

The old man took the pen, but only slightly indulged for a moment, then took out a piece of paper, put it on the table, rubbed the ink with a pen, and then began to splash ink on the paper.

At the beginning, Yan Liqiang thought that the old man had to write something. Later, he discovered that the old man was not writing, but was painting. In the old man’s pen, just a moment’s effort, Yan Liqiang saw the paintings of the old man’s pen. It is the scenery on the Tiankui Peak, and it is the snow scene that can be seen in these days. At the end, the old man wrote, the Tiankui Peak was on the ice and snow, and a few Hanmei blossomed proudly, very prominent, and suddenly had the finishing touch.

The old man took the pen, stood still, looked at his painting with satisfaction, smiled, and then said to Yan Liqiang, “How does Xiaoyou think of this painting?”

“Yes, the predecessor’s way of Danqing, has been in full swing, admirable, and this painting has an artistic concept!”

“Just in this painting, there is still a missing word. The last question is that Xiaoyou can give the painting a title and a poetry article. As long as the character of the small friend can match the artistic concept of the painting, the calligraphy and painting complement each other. This last pass is even if you have passed the small friend. If the word of the small friend does not match the picture, the picture is ruined, and the small friend on the fourth floor cannot pass!”

The last question from the old man is that the difficulty has once again increased to a level compared to the previous couplet, and the most difficult thing is to play Yan Liqiang on the spot.

When the old man finished speaking, he put the pen on the pen holder and left Yan Liqiang with time to think.

Looking at the painting drawn by the old man, Yan Liqiang feels a sense of heart. In his mind, there is a word that bursts out in an instant.

Just a little bit brewed in his head, Yan Liqiang picked up the pen and licked the ink.

“Little friends are cautious, this last question, Xiaoyou can think slowly, wait until there is full grasp and then write down, so as not to be beautiful, leave regrets for themselves, the average person is painting the inscription, sometimes it is common to consider for ten days and a half. Things!” The old man next to him saw Yan Liqiang coming down so quickly, and he kindly reminded him.

“Thank you for reminding my predecessors, I have a sense of proportion!” Yan Liqiang smiled, and when the pen in his hand moved, he dropped two words on the painting—咏梅.

The old man stared at the pen under Yan Liqiang’s hand.

Yan Liqiang took a deep breath, took the dragon snake, and slammed the pen, and the list of words began to pop out under his pen –

The wind and rain sent spring, and the snow flew in the spring.

It is already a cliff with hundreds of feet of ice, and there are still flowers and flowers.

Pretty is not a fight for spring, only to report spring.

When she was in the mountains, she laughed in the bushes.

Just seeing the first sentence of Yan Liqiang’s pen, the old man’s eyes are bright, and when Yan Liqiang’s laughter is written, the old man looks at Yan Liqiang’s title on the painting, and he is speechless and speechless. .

This first word, made by Taizu, is the essence of the gods in the text. There is no such thing as a noble and proud character in the text, as well as awe-inspiring heaven and earth and a kingly style. This is Yan Liqiang’s favorite plum. What is more rare in the poems is that this term is also indistinguishable from the identity of the guardian who Yan Liqiang now inherits in Divine Sword Sect, so Yan Liqiang wrote the word without hesitation and wrote it on the painting.

“The word like this, the word…” The old man looked at the plum that Yan Liqiang wrote, and he was a little disappointed. He finally sighed. “You can write such a poem, ten times better than me, the whole Divine Sword.” Sect hasn’t been able to make such poems for hundreds of years, but I’m not at all self-sufficient. This can’t stop a small friend, and a little friend goes up!”

“Thank you for your predecessors!” Yan Liqiang bowed to the old man and then turned and walked toward the passage leading to the fifth floor.

“Little friends wait…” The old man suddenly called Yan Liqiang, and Yan Liqiang stood up and turned his head. “What advice does the predecessor have?”

The old man looked forward to looking at Yan Liqiang. “This floor is upstairs. The secret manual of the above buildings is a rare thing in the entire Divine Sword Sect. The more secret manual is, the more precious it is, but it has been more than three hundred years. No one in Divine Sword Sect can walk to the ninth floor of the dead door, get the ninth floor, with the talent of a small friend, maybe you can try it!”

“Ah, don’t know what’s on the ninth floor?”

“Little friends can go up and naturally know, but I can’t tell you here, or else it will be a bad thing!” The old man shook his head, but did not say it.

“Okay, thank you for your encouragement!”

The old man said that Yan Liqiang was curious in his heart. He didn’t know the ninth floor in the death of the crystal tower. In the end, there was something that had not been obtained by Divine Sword Sect for more than three hundred years.

Yan Liqiang then went straight to the door of the fifth floor. At the door of the fifth floor, there was still a line of words, reminding Yan Liqiang what he had just done.

– Exported into a chapter, the chest has a splendid, can go up the fifth floor!