The purple qi comes from the east, the three flowers gather in the top, and the five qi face the Yuan Dynasty.

The vital energy of the True Yuan Realm has undergone a very special change around Chen Wuzhen.

Chen Wu's temperament seems to be completely in line with the ghosts between heaven and earth, forming a complete whole.

At this moment, he did not use the "Hidden Dragon Art", but it still seemed to gradually dissipate in the void.

He lived himself into a poem and a scroll.

A picture of "Lonely sycamore trees lock in the deep courtyard of Qingqiu".

In the scroll, the sky and the earth are covered with blood, the light is so dark and obscure, and the environment is so bleak and desolate.

"The three realms of literary and Taoism are to enter the realm, enter the realm, and achieve great success. And above this, there is also the ultimate realm - the realm of Taoism."

"Just under normal circumstances, the realm of martial arts realm only has eight levels, but in fact there is the ninth level of extreme realm."

"However, these have nothing to do with me - I have been invincible for ten thousand years in my previous life, and it doesn't matter whether I practice in this life."

Chen Wuzhen let the ghosts around him roar and roar in such a bloody environment, but he didn't care.

"Shit"

In a moment, his eyebrows were as if they were shining with a thousand feet of light.

He was like a creator god in this Taoist realm and Dharma image, and a terrifying will arise all over his body.

"Buzz--"

The invisible light that could make any soul feel extremely brilliant instantly turned into wisps of energy like ripples, and suddenly spread all over the world.

Although the originally blood-covered shadow area has returned to normal at this time, it has lost all its vitality.

Chen Wuzhen's eyes returned to normal again.

He looked up.

The ants on the ground, the birds on the branches, the insects on the lawn, etc. all seemed to have completely fallen into a deep sleep.

But all of these have lost their vitality.

In a sad and tragic state of Taoism, all of them died.

"The realm, the second level of the True Yuan Realm is complete."

"I did not practice, but I still made a breakthrough. I guess Ling Xi wouldn't believe it if I said it."

"Or, she would think that it was her improvement in strength that caused me to improve."

"Oh, there is no way, it's just that powerful."

Chen Wuzhen smiled, her eyes becoming more profound.

...

The night is as cool as water.

"ah--"

Fang Lingxi suddenly exclaimed in her sleep, like a midnight horror, and suddenly sat up in shock.

This violent movement instantly attracted the attention of Fang Cuili, who was sleeping soundly on the bed next to her.

"Miss, what's wrong?"

Fang Cuili rubbed her sleepy eyes and came to Fang Lingxi's bed in a daze.

"It's nothing. Suddenly I feel something very special. Maybe I have some insights. Keep sleeping, I'll sit for a while before sleeping."

Fang Lingxi said softly.

Fang Cuili looked at Fang Lingxi in a daze and said with a heartache: "Miss doesn't need to devote herself to her cultivation so wholeheartedly. If she can't sleep or eat, the effect will not be too good. In addition, the son-in-law now knows the art of destiny, and his realm has reached the realm of true essence, and he has already started to get on the right track. Don't worry too much, Miss."

"Well, I know, go to bed."

Fang Lingxi smiled at Fang Cuili, and then sat down on the bed and started practicing again.

Seeing this, Fang Cuili didn't say anything else, yawned and said, "Okay, Miss, Cuili is going to bed first."

Fang Cuili said, and fell to the bed opposite in confusion, and soon fell asleep.

"I don't know what happened, but I suddenly woke up from my dream, and then... I suddenly wanted to recite poems and essays?"

"It seems that when I was half asleep and half awake, I felt a sense of enlightenment. Suddenly, I felt that writing can carry the Tao to temper the heart of Tao and temper the will?"

"Is this also some instinctive talent awakening brought about after my bloodline gradually awakening?"

"But, this kind of midnight horror and soul-stirring palpitations are very uncomfortable."

Fang Lingxi murmured to himself, then stood up gently.

She looked up at the twin waning moons in the sky, and her mood became a little complicated.

"Sister Ling Xi, are you okay? What happened just now?"

Outside the door, Lin Shiqin's voice came softly, with obvious concern.

"It's nothing. It's so late. Sister Shiqin hasn't rested yet?"

Fang Lingxi opened the door of the room and saw Lin Shiqin standing beneath the moon. While responding softly, she was also very guilty.

She knew that her previous scream, although the sound was not loud, it woke Lin Shiqin up.

"No, didn't I say it before? After getting a few immortal poems these days, I tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep."

Lin Shiqin smiled slightly, then walked into Lin Shiqin's room.

"Sister Shiqin, my soul was just a little throbbing, and then I woke up like a terrifying soul. There was no danger, so my sister was worried."

Fang Lingxi said with a wry smile.

"Soul throbbing? What's going on? Could it be that the soul has a Taoist wound?"

Lin Shiqin was shocked.

"No, no, it's just that... I suddenly... I felt a little enlightened about poetry and literature. I felt that I was enlightened, and then I felt that those poems that passed down from generation to generation were really beautiful and artistic."

Fang Lingxi thought about it, but did not hide it and told her situation.

"Well? So that's it. Congratulations to my sister, Wen Dao's talent awakening, and that he has given birth to the transformation of Taoism according to nature. In Wen Dao, he has already started!"

Lin Shiqin said in surprise.

"Ah? Is there any such statement?"

Fang Lingxi was also a little confused.

"Yes, this change belongs to the 'natural entry' in literature, that is, in the future, Ling Xi, you can instinctively sense the aesthetic artistic conception contained in any poem, and even in your mind, you can completely form an aesthetic picture - of course, it is your own exclusive picture.

That may not be the real picture presented in the poem, but the gap is no longer big."

Lin Shiqin explained excitedly.

Before, although she could talk about poetry with Fang Lingxi, she had already entered the country in terms of poetry attainments. Fang Lingxi was only at the level of a lover, but she could only experience the beauty of poetry and songs, but the specific beauty may not be truly understood.

Now, Fang Lingxi's progress can be said to be a real layman who stepped into the door in one fell swoop.

"So... it turns out that Wendao has such benefits? Wouldn't that mean that every time you enter the world, it is almost equivalent to an "unable and thoughtless" state of ethereality and enlightenment?"

Fang Lingxi seemed to have grasped something, and his voice trembled slightly.

"Yes, even the effect of literary Taoism in cultivating sentiment, tempering will, and tempering the heart of Taoism is far better than ordinary hard practice, or even the effect of epiphany! Sister Ling Xi, you have such a talent in this regard, it is really... it is really surprising!

In this way, Ling Xi, if you enter Haoyue Academy, you should get the extra quota for special moves, it should be no big problem."

Lin Shiqin said excitedly.

She knew very well that Chen Wu must be disdainful of going to any academy.

But Chen Wuzhen will definitely follow Fang Lingxi - or Fang Lingxi will definitely not abandon Chen Wuzhen no matter where he goes.

"Ling Xi, now you can understand Mr. Chen... look at the artistic conception of your husband's song "Yuelouchun" - maybe you will understand him."

Lin Shiqin sighed in her heart, and at this moment, she directly suggested.

After saying that, she even chanted the immortal lyrics again without waiting for Fang Lingxi to answer.

"I want to talk about my return date before the wine is heard, and I will swallow my miserable words before I can speak."

"Life is full of love, and this wish is not related to the wind and the moon."

"Don't revise the song of separation, a song can teach you the heart."

"You must see all the flowers in the city before you can share the spring breeze and get away with it."

After Lin Shiqin recited this poem, Fang Lingxi's delicate body had trembled slightly and tears had filled her eyes.

"My husband thought he was not talented and could not enter the academy. Do you think I would leave him after I went to Haoyue Academy?"

"Life is full of love, and I wish I had nothing to do with the wind and the moon... Husband, I really care about me."

After understanding the meaning of poetry after entering the world, the poetic artistic conception that Fang Lingxi realized was completely different at that moment.

Even through this poem, she seemed to be able to see through a little bit because of her talent with Chen Wuzhen, which originated from the vicissitudes and heaviness, loneliness and loneliness deep in Chen Wuzhen's heart.

At that moment, I realized the artistic conception and had a moment of spiritual understanding with Chen Wuzhen. Fang Lingxi's emotions resonated with the poems.

She finally couldn't help it, and tears fell from her eyes.
Chapter completed!