SFS Chapter 708
Chapter 708
Chapter 708
April fourteenth, night!
The moon is already very round.
Lin Su and Zhou Mei stared at the moon in the sky in the inn.
Accompanied by the whole process of Nanshan City from hustle and bustle to silence.
It was late at night and there was no movement.
The moon is still the same moon, and the stars are still the same stars.
Under the moonlight, the street looked quiet and clean. In Nanshan Inn, in the room of the two elders, the lights were like beans, and they were also very quiet.
The lights did not go out, and the students below did not leave either.
There was the voice of reciting poems. To be honest, even Zhou Mei didn't like poems of this level...
She was still a bit puzzled: "Hey, do you think your Nanshan students are stupid? If you have the skills to curry favor with these two veterans, why don't you work hard on you? You are the number one master of Qinglian, you As soon as you get out, you can crush the White Deer Academy to nothing, isn't it ten times better than these two old guys? More importantly, I personally think it's easier to handle you than these two old guys, even if they can't handle you, Who doesn't have a few sisters? Believe their sisters, no matter how good-looking they are, they won't be inferior to that village girl outside the city."
Lin Su directly ignored the ambiguity in her words, and smiled lightly: "Do you really think that students' poetry is only in the poetry itself?"
Zhou Mei's gaze shifted over, with a bit of incomprehension...
Lin Su said leisurely: "What they recite is poetry, and what they recite is the way of the world! Whether it's poetry, words, articles, or words, they are just stepping stones. What they want is never the improvement of poetry, what they want is just On a higher platform, their poetry is undoubtedly not outstanding, but their understanding of the world is perfect."
Lin Su's poems are undoubtedly peerless.
His literary skills are undoubtedly at the peak, but he is not tolerated by the general trend of the world!
It is actually unwise for any student to make friends with him.
But these two veterans are different, not to mention the level of their poetry, the key point is that they represent the orthodox peak of literature.
To make friends with such a peak, the road is accessible...
Zhou Mei sighed softly: "I naturally understand what you said, but what I don't understand is why you must force yourself to be a different kind."
"Two reasons, one true and one false..."
"Stop coming! To be honest..."
"The truth is: I didn't force myself to be a different kind, I was originally a different kind..."
Zhou Mei gave him a hard look: "Why don't you say that you came down from the sky? I just can't say a few serious words to you. I can't talk to you about the truth. You should tell lies." !"
"The lie is... I can't be such an outlier, how can I be unconventional? How can I attract a beautiful woman like you to come to me? In my life, the grass and trees fall in autumn, and I am not happy with the white jade bed. Isn't my skin growing in vain?"
Zhou Mei looked at him for a long time, and sighed a long time: "Forget it, is it okay if I don't ask questions? Is it okay for me to talk too much just now? Don't be so wild in front of me, I'm not as thick-skinned as I thought... Tell me something Seriously, have you found Su Rong's whereabouts?"
Su Rong?
Su Rong!
Lin Su turned his eyes to the window on the left, staring at the light on the distant mountain top: "Although I didn't find her whereabouts, but if there is no accident, among the thousands of candles in the Luyang Palace tonight, there should be one for her." She shines."
Luyang Palace!
Zhou Mei also cast her eyes on the palace in the middle of the mountain, and took a light breath: "Then, how will she act?"
"unimportant!"
"It doesn't matter? Have you figured out the situation? She is no longer the original her! On the night of the prison, the whole city could clearly see that Su Rong had merged with her ancestor Ye Lian, and her dao state was already unimaginable. Even My mother was shocked."
Yes, the whole capital knew about the night of the prison.
Although ordinary people don't know what this means, top practitioners do.
They knew that Su Rong had fused the essence of her ancestor Ye Lian.
At the pinnacle of practice, three flowers gather at the top, and the five energies move toward the Yuan.
Practice to become holy.
Ye Lian had already completed three flowers that day, and she fell at the last step of becoming a saint.
She died and Dao disappeared, but her Dao flower was still there, blending into the human skin she left behind.
These three flowers are the most high-end inheritance of Yaowang Mountain.
Su Rong fused this piece of human skin, and at the moment of life and death, the essence of the Dao bloomed, and even His Majesty's imperial seal stopped because of this essence.
Just tell me how terrifying this fine flower is?
Zhou Mei's mother is also a witch of the Jianghu generation. She has extensive knowledge and lawlessness. She used to watch practitioners all over the world toss and fro, such as children fighting for candy, but she lost all color when she saw this fine flower.
Su Rong blooms the essence of Dao, and her Dao realm is already unpredictable.
Even if her cultivation level is just like heaven and earth, no one can measure her actual combat power.
How dare Lin Su say such a character is not important?
Lin Su smiled: "The Dao Realm is not as mysterious as imagined. There is only the Dao Realm, but no corresponding cultivation base. The Dao Realm is still empty. If she really has such terrifying combat power, go directly to my Lin family in Haining and kill her." Wouldn't it be more in line with her intentions for me to ravage in the west courtyard? She chose to join forces with two literary circles to block me in Nanshan, which has already proved that her actual combat power is not that strong!"
The truth is this truth!
Only one who is calm enough can analyze this truth!
Ordinary people are already in a state of confusion when faced with the pursuit of a person who has already blossomed into a powerful way, so how can they analyze it?
Lin Su's heart is not disturbed, Zhou Mei thinks his analysis is correct...
And she also interpreted the basis of Lin Su's "unimportant" argument: "You mean, she intends to join forces with these two literary circles, and now you get rid of one of the literary circles, her alliance will be broken, regardless of the original Is there any plan to readjust?"
"Yes, not exactly!" Lin Su held up his teacup.
Zhou Mei's eyes lit up again: "What does not exactly mean?"
"What I want to get rid of is not a literary world!" Lin Su said: "As long as Li Qinghan dies, Du Yuanfeng will die too! At the same time, whether it is His Majesty, the Prime Minister, Cao Fang, or the Zhizhi Hall of Bailu Academy, all of them must be killed." Go to the chess table obediently for me."
Zhou Mei was just about to pour tea.
She has a long relationship with Mr. Lin, and she has learned a lot from Mr. Lin's way of analyzing the current situation while drinking tea, but when she heard these words suddenly, her hands trembled, and the tea was splashed all over the place. table……
Once Li Qinghan died, Du Yuanfeng also died...
Your Majesty, Prime Minister, Cao Fang, Zhizhi Hall of Bailu Academy...
The four names that come out of the mouth are all behemoths, all are big figures or superpowers who are stomping and shaking the mountains in the Dacang territory.
He wants to pull all these people into his chess game!
This game of chess, what a terrifying game of chess?
These are all hidden behind the killing of the "Moon Shadow" of the magic way!
She was completely unable to decipher the connection behind this.
She could only look up at the moon: "I was a little bit taboo to tell the truth about Moon Shadow's kill, but now, I kind of look forward to this kill coming soon, I must see, how you pass this kill, start a shocking world. chess game."
On the night of the fourteenth, there was no wind and no waves.
Passed by calmly.
The next day, it was already April [-]th!
During the whole day, Lin Su and Zhou Mei didn't leave the room.
Lin Su was sleeping, lying on the chair and sleeping until noon.
Zhou Mei was also sleeping, wrapping herself in the quilt on the bed, the quilt was twisted into twists by her, she was not honest at all in sleeping...
In the afternoon, the setting sun slides down Mount Lu.
The last glimmer of light faded, and night fell.
The moon rises from the west, round and big...
In the small garden outside the city, Aunt Yao stopped her work, walked slowly to her recliner, lay on her back, tapped her toes lightly, and the recliner started to shake slightly.
From the outside, she looks very laid back.
However, she stared at the eyes of the moon, bright as stars.
She knew that tonight was the night of the moon shadow killing.
She saw the reason, and she wanted to witness the process with her own eyes, but she couldn't see the end...
In the far southwest, beyond the ancient southwest country, beside Yanqing Lake...
The moonlight is like water, and the boat is leisurely...
Feng Wu raises his oars and paddles slowly across the silent Yanqing Lake...
A layer of mist was lifted by her oars, revealing a red pavilion inside...
On the red pavilion, a woman stood quietly in the pavilion, looking at the bright moon in the sky...
"aunt!"
Feng Wu called softly.
The woman turned her head slowly, she had a delicate face, her hair was white from root to root, she looked like a young woman, but her eyes had already seen endless years of wind and frost.
"Wu'er, you're here to celebrate my birthday again." The aunt's voice was also extremely elegant.
Feng Wu smiled sweetly: "On the night Wu'er was born, my aunt came here after delivering my baby. With Leting as the boundary, I proclaimed myself 18 years. You gave me life, but you couldn't see me afterwards, so every birthday Give it to my aunt to have a look. Let you know that Wuer, who you delivered with Le Dao, is one year older."
"It's been 18 years!" My aunt sighed softly, "From waiting to be fed to being slim, and now to being graceful today, Wu'er, you have grown up."
Feng Wu smiled lightly: "You know? Auntie, they all say that I look like you."
Auntie smiled, this smile is full of charm, this smile is full of demeanor: "Today, how do you want Auntie to celebrate your birthday? Will you play a song for you?"
"No!" Feng Wu said: "I didn't come here today to listen to the music, on the contrary, I want to play a song for my aunt!"
"That's great!" Auntie said happily, "I already know that you are making rapid progress in the Dao of Joy, let Auntie listen carefully today!"
Feng Wu sat down on the boat, picked up the Yaoqin in her hand...
Ding Dong...
It was a hand sound, and my aunt was slightly shocked...
When the music started, it was like fairy music for nine days, and my aunt's whole body was shaken...
At the end of the song, my aunt's eyes were as bright as stars: "Qiyin?!"
"That's right!" Feng Wu said, "Auntie, the way of music in the world has opened a new door, and the seven-tone era has come!"
"The seven-tone era has arrived! The seven-tone era has arrived..." My aunt was ecstatic, her white hair swaying gently in the wind...
"My aunt has been writing a letter for 18 years. She wants to open a new door with Le Dao, and use Le Dao's true skills to break through the world and become a saint. However, the world has changed, and the world has opened this new door..."
My aunt was crumbling, and her red pavilion was also crumbling.
As Feng Wu said, she has been sealed in the literary world for the past 18 years, and her fundamental purpose is to break through the boundary and become a saint one day.
The direction for her to break the boundary is to make up for the shortcomings of the five tones, and complete the feat of opening up the world on the way of music.
However, Feng Wu brought a song today, which has already made up for the shortcomings of the five tones, and it is the flawless seven tones!
In this way, her 18 years of penance suddenly became meaningless.
Even if she realized Qiyin, it was still a step too late.
She is no longer the creator!
Her feeling at this moment is the same as that of the Southern Chu layman on Baiji Plain that day.
But her literary accomplishments and state of mind are obviously not comparable to that of a layman in Nanchu. She didn't vomit blood, nor did she lose all hope, but her mind was shaken...
(End of this chapter)