"Huh, destroy the world! That's a good plan!" Li Qingming narrowed his eyes and said, "What did your pavilion master say?"
Bai Ming scratched the back of his head and said: "The Pavilion Master discussed with Sage Kong Yuan and decided to lead the disciples of Ji to go to school and devote all the strength of the palace to return to the Pangu Great Thousand World! After all, we all understand the principle that if there is no skin left, there will be no hair.
What's more, the Pangu Great Thousand Realm was once our hometown!"
Li Qingming was silent for a while and then said: "Go back and tell your pavilion master that I will go to Jixue Palace again in three days!"
Bai Ming's face lit up, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, saying: "In this case, the student will definitely bring the words to the seniors!"
At this moment, the sound of the zither sounded again, and the beautiful music attracted everyone's eyes, and they all turned to look at the green field ahead.
On the jade table in front of me, I saw a brown guzheng lying there quietly. The elegant fairy, with her ice skin and jade bones, flicked the strings with her bare hands, like a nine-day divine music.
The setting sun has set in the sky, and the silver moon hangs high in the sky, casting down dots of silver brilliance, which reflect on the graceful figure of Fairy Qingya, making her look like a fairy in the moon.
She opened her singing voice, and the beautiful notes merged with the music of the zither, resounding in all directions. The entire space was silent, everything became calm, and only the singing and the music of the zither became eternal.
The singing voice is just as Zhu'er said. Not only is this elegant fairy's singing voice mellow and beautiful, but even the cultivation in her body that is firmly in the realm of a half-step saint has begun to loosen up. I believe that as long as there is another qi machine, it can be done at any time.
Enter the realm of saints.
Even if Li Qingming is like this, those monks whose cultivation is still in the realm of sub-sage are even more excited. Some even directly use their mental methods and seals to start sprinting against the shackles of cultivation.
suddenly.
A divine phoenix flew from the sky in the distance. The divine phoenix held a crystal braid in its mouth and danced above Fairy Qingya's head. After a while, lark, oriole, oriole... no fewer than a hundred species of birds were heard.
The sound came and flew under the divine phoenix.
The sight of thousands of birds approaching the warehouse made everyone below stunned.
Pink peach blossoms are scattered all over the sky, and bursts of fragrance rise. This strange landscape is really refreshing and refreshing.
A quarter of an hour later, the sound gradually stopped, and there was silence between heaven and earth. After a long time, everyone woke up as if they were dreaming.
"This song should only exist in heaven, how many times can we hear it in the human world!" Li Qingming sighed with emotion, breaking the calm first.
Fairy Qingya covered her mouth and smiled softly, saying: "Senior, you are ridiculous. Qingya plays randomly, gentlemen, please don't take offense!"
"The fairy is too modest. Such fairy sounds are indeed as magical as Miss Zhu'er said!"
"My cultivation has been stagnant for three epochs at the peak of the early stage of the Yasheng. This time I heard the fairy's song and my shackles were loosened. It is all the result of the fairy!"
At this moment, all the talented people from all over the world also woke up from their trances and saluted and thanked Fairy Qingya.
Fairy Qingya did not refuse. She nodded slightly to accept the courtesy of everyone, and then said warmly: "Qingya invites all the gentlemen to come here to talk about poetry, Taoism, and make lyrics! Now an hour has passed, and we are waiting.
Aren’t we about to start?”
"Natural, that's natural!" Everyone agreed after hearing this.
"Since it is a poetry meeting, it is natural that poetry will be the main theme. I wonder what the fairy would like to use as the topic?" Sitting in the front row, behind Li Qingming and others, a young monk in green robes stood up and first said
He bowed to Fairy Qingya and then said.
"At this moment, the moon is at the top of the moon, and the stars are shining brightly. How about taking this starry sky as the theme?" Fairy Qingya said.
The man in green robe smiled and said: "In that case, An Lan will make a start!"
"An Lan! He is An Lan!"
As soon as the man in green robe finished speaking, a group of elites from all walks of life started talking.
Li Qingming looked around and saw that Longxuhu and the others were all at a loss. He simply sent a message directly to Bai Ming and said, "Bai Ming, where did this An Lan come from?"
Having just witnessed the horror of Li Qingming, Bai Ming naturally did not dare to be negligent. He hurriedly put down the tea cup in his hand and replied: "Senior, this An Lan is the direct grandson of An Yu, the founding ancestor of the Holy God Realm, and now he is even more important.
The current leader of the Holy Spirit Realm."
"Oh! Is it famous?" Li Qingming asked softly.
Bai Mingdao: "Ancestor An Yu has a disciple named Jin Sheng. Because this Jin Sheng was dissatisfied with An Yu's demon passing the position of Realm Master to An Lan, he became murderous and killed all the An clan members in the Holy God Realm.
Kill them all and seize the position of Lord of the Holy God Realm!"
"At that time, An Lan escaped because he was practicing outside. However, due to this big change, An Lan's personality changed drastically. He began to wander around various Zhongtian worlds, becoming disciples of powerful disciples one after another, practicing skills.
Law, improve the realm! An era later, he single-handedly destroyed all those who rebelled in the past, including Jin Sheng, and regained the position of Realm Lord!"
"Damn, it's so fierce!" Li Qingming narrowed his eyes and thought to himself: "It seems that there is no shortage of geniuses in this world!"
"Yes, Fairy Qingya, all fellow Taoists, listen up!" After a moment of silence, An Lan said with a smile: "The bright moon rises from the Western Mountains, among the vast sea of clouds. The stars are ninety thousand miles away, shining across the sky."
"Okay! The bright moon rises from the western sky, and the stars are boundless, casting endless light, and the whole world reflected is as bright as day! What a poem, what a poem!" As soon as An Lan finished speaking, Li Qingquan clapped his hands and praised him.
stand up.
"Yes! The towering sky, the vast sea of clouds, and the bright moon are pouring out silver light. The stars are all over the sky, shining all over the world!" Fairy Qingya also praised, "It's just that Qingya feels that Mr. An's poem seems to have an unfinished meaning.
?Young master, do you still have a xiaque?"
An Lan smiled faintly and said: "Since it is a poetry meeting, it is natural for everyone to come together to perform! An Lan is asking for help, which Taoist friend can fill in the blanks for this poem?"
"Since Fellow Taoist An has raised the topic, I am not very talented, so I would like to complete Fellow Taoist's poems!" Bai Ming's robes were as white as snow, and he gently picked up the tea cup in his hand and said: "Yin Yu is in charge of the road, Guanglan enters the Changyuan. Yuan.
Thousands of shadows are scattered across the lake, and the moon will eventually set!"
"Qing Ya often hears about him and observes him through his poems. This young master's xiaque still carries a sadness of the passing moon and the rising sun. It seems that the young master is also a person with stories!" Qing Ya said softly in her mouth.
After a few words, he smiled and raised the tea cup in his hand and said to Bai Ming.
"Ha! Even if there are stories, they are all made up. This guy is not a good bird!" As soon as Fairy Qingya finished speaking, Longxu Hu took over the conversation and started muttering.
Although Long Xuhu's voice was very small, everyone heard that they were all outstanding talents from various Zhongtian worlds, all of whom were highly cultivated. Even if the dust fell to the ground, they could hear the sound, not to mention that Long Xuhu said it intentionally.
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Bai Ming was a little helpless. He glanced at Long Bearded Tiger and found that he was glaring at him angrily. It seemed that he was deliberately provoking. Thinking of the jade medal he lost when escaping that day, Bai Ming's mouth twitched. After eating this
Dumb loss.
Li Qingming glared at Long Xiuhu fiercely and said: "This guy is just a fool. He doesn't understand poetry at all. Please don't laugh at me!"
Bai Ming opened his mouth and said feebly: "I don't dare, I don't dare..."
"Haha, since everyone has let go, I will also sing a song. I hope you will appreciate it!" Li Qingming laughed when he saw this, and all kinds of thoughts in his mind turned around.
Of course, with his increasingly perfect Taoist mind, it would be easy to write a good poem, but there is a poem about this situation that is the simplest and best able to express his mood at the moment.
The time for tea has passed. Looking at the bright moon in the sky, Li Qingming said: "There is bright moonlight in front of the bed. I suspect it is frost on the ground. I look up at the bright moon and lower my head to miss my hometown!"
As this poem came out, the whole place fell into silence!
In these short twenty words, there is no trace of artificiality. The longing for my hometown is expressed in plain language, like hibiscus in clear water, without any modification.
"My humble work, please appreciate it!" A trace of confusion flashed in Li Qingming's eyes. He has been away from the Pangu world for thousands of years. If he says that he doesn't miss his relatives and disciples, that would be a lie! Although it is said that there are no years of cultivation, that is only for the time of retreat.
The unconscious state, the human heart is full of flesh, and those who do not miss the past are just beasts!
"Senior, great talent!" Fairy Qingya's bright eyes flashed. She stood up and said, "This poem may seem generic and unintentional, but in fact it vividly presents a vivid picture of homesickness on a moonlit night in front of us!
It’s true that it’s really plain and simple!”
"Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown! Well, An Lan is not as talented as the seniors!" An Lan stood up and bowed deeply to Li Qingming.
Li Qingming flicked his sleeves, threw out a soft force, lifted it up, and said: "This poor Taoist is also inspired by his feelings. I don't deserve such praise from the young master!"
"Humph, such a poem is of course worthy of eternal praise! Why do you have to be so evasive? Doing this will only make others think that you are arrogant and arrogant!" At this moment, a majestic and indifferent voice came from the attic.
Coming from everywhere.
Everyone looked around and saw a middle-aged monk wearing a black Confucian robe, with a square face and a broad nose, thick eyebrows and big eyes, striding in from the entrance of the third-floor attic. Looking at the posture of a dragon and a tiger,
He must be a vigorous and resolute person.
"Who are you? You don't need to criticize my senior brother's poems!" Longxuhu couldn't stand the cold and solemn voices of others, and subconsciously classified the black-robed Confucian scholar in front of him as being unworthy.
"Junior, are you provoking me?" The black-robed Confucian scholar's eyes widened when he heard this, and he felt a boundless pressure coming towards the dragon-bearded tiger from all directions.
Faced with this surging pressure, the dragon bearded tiger was not afraid. He chuckled strangely, made a crackling sound with his fingers, and said: "So what if the Taoist provokes you? You yelled at me as soon as you came up.
Who do you think you are?"
"Humph, you really need to be disciplined!" The black-robed Confucian scholar was furious, and anger appeared on his majestic face for the first time.
Just when the fire between the two was getting stronger and stronger, and was about to reach its peak, two voices shocked everyone.