Chapter 96 Words handed down from generation to generation
All the gold lists of the Nine Kingdoms and Thirteen States simultaneously turned into the color of the eternal blue sky, and lines of words appeared on them...
"The Sapphire Case. New Year's Eve..."
The east wind blows flowers on thousands of trees at night, and even blows them down. Stars are like rain, BMWs and carriages fill the road with fragrance, phoenix flutes sound, jade pots turn with light, and fish and dragons dance all night. Moths and snow willows have golden wisps, and laughter is filled with secret fragrance.
I searched for him thousands of times, but suddenly I looked back, and there he was, in a dimly lit place."
Lotus flowers bloomed all over the sky at the same time, and the sky was like a mirage, with bustling streets, endless crowds, stars like water, and dim lights. Some people looked at the moon from tall buildings, and some people looked back on the street, smiling brightly, overwhelming the country, and a festive joy because of this look back.
Suddenly it means infinite things...
"The crowd searched for him hundreds of times, but suddenly looking back, he was there in the dim light..." Zhou Yueru recited softly, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes at some point.
In the capital, Zhang Yiyu recited this sentence and looked south involuntarily.
On the outskirts of the capital, a beautiful woman looked up at the sky and said softly: "The feeling I had that day has appeared again. Who can see through my mind from thousands of miles away? Today, you should tell me who he is, right?"
The lotus flowers in the sky were collected and turned into four big characters below the sapphire case:
Da Cang, Lin Su!
Da Cang?
The entire Da Cang Kingdom suddenly boiled. Ci poems handed down from ancient times, the highest glory of Ci, fell on Da Cang. They overshadowed the country where the Ci sect was located: the ancient Nanyang Kingdom. They also overshadowed the legendary holy land of poetry: the Southwest Buddhist Kingdom.
Lin Su?
Which Lin Su?
In front of the Quzhou Confucian Temple, everyone's eyes were focused on him. Is it him? How is it possible? He didn't know what Ci was before the scientific examination. He must have the same name...
The light on the golden list disappeared and turned into a green light that shot towards Lin Su. A line of large characters appeared above Lin Su's literary circle: "People have been searching for him for thousands of times, so I will give you the 'Thousand Degrees' Eyes!"
Thousand-degree pupil?
What is it? A golden thread suddenly separated from the literary world and shot into his pupils. His eyes hurt slightly, and a strange feeling suddenly emerged in his heart...
The whole place was in an uproar!
Lin Su, this is actually Lin Su!
He has received Holy Light, which naturally represents his identity!
Lin Jialiang's face was red, he raised his brother's hand high, unable to say a word.
Ci Zong, only he knows, is his brother.
The glory of Ci Zong is a double-edged sword. He dare not reveal even the slightest bit. But today, one of Sandi's poems directly surpassed the pioneering Ci work of that day and became a ci that has been handed down from generation to generation. It has been announced to the world by the saints. He wants to tell everyone.
In the world, his third brother is the Ci Sect! His achievements are unparalleled!
Even though he had thousands of words in his heart, he still held it back...
Lin Su slowly opened his eyes, looked away from his second brother's face, and shot into the distance. What did he see?
In the Yangtze River a mile away, every drop of water seemed to change its shape in his eyes. With a drop of water, he seemed to be able to glimpse a whole new world. With a leaf, he seemed to see through the entire autumn. He understood the look in his second brother's eyes, and the eyes of countless people around him.
He understood all the eyes, and he even saw the invisible curtain wall around the Confucian Temple...
This is the "Thousand Degrees of Eyes"!
Thousands of degrees, the world has been deciphered to thousands of degrees, I can see it with just one glance!
This is the reward brought to him by the words passed down from generation to generation. Isn't this reward too valuable?
Lin Su's heart was beating wildly. He had heard someone say that there are rewards for masterpieces handed down from generation to generation. He didn't expect such a huge reward...
Zhou Yueru fell down on the courtyard wall, was it him?
Zhou Shuang jumped up on the boat: "Brother-in-law..."
Xiao Jiu jumped eight feet high in the rental house: "Did you see it? This is the poem he wrote for me. He searched for me thousands of times. That day, he turned around at the foot of Bishui Sect Mountain and happened to see me. I was holding a cup
lamp……"
Lu Yi asked in confusion: "Why is he going to Bishui Sect in the middle of the night?"
"Who said he went there in the middle of the night? During the day..."
"Why do you hold the lamp during the day..."
Xiaojiu was angry: "Get up, I'll stop your medicine..."
In the capital, Zhang Yiyu looked at the sky dreamily, searching for him thousands of times. Who are you looking for...? Night... night... I have practiced flying knives with you for several nights, is it me?
On the outskirts of the capital, the beautiful woman stared outside the courtyard wall and murmured to herself: Lin Su! What kind of person is this?
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In Haining, Magistrate Yang, who was looking up at the official seal, suddenly raised his hand and poured the white cloud edge in his hand into his mouth: "Come, prepare a sedan, and go to the Lin Mansion to announce the good news!"
The subordinate was startled: "Sir, are you going there yourself?"
"Of course! Hero of the Great Cang, I will treat you as a great gift to see you!"
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Not to mention the fact that the Lin family was happily paying homage to their ancestors, in front of the Huichang Confucian Temple, a group of students had different expressions.
Lin Jialiang, a mature and prudent man, showed his emotions and anger most clearly today and lost his composure.
Zeng Shigui is the only one who is truly happy for Lin Su.
From the outside, all the ladies in his family were smiling from ear to ear.
Lin Su, on the other hand, was very indifferent and just told all the gambling students: Do you still have your banknotes with you? If you have any, just hand it over on the spot. If not, it doesn't matter. They will be delivered to my rented yard tomorrow.
Come here, no one else in the yard knows, Zhou Liangcheng knows, everyone just comes with him.
In one sentence, Zhou Liangcheng almost went berserk.
It’s a win-win situation for the Lin brothers today.
The rest of the people have losses and wins - those who lose are gambling, those who win are winning.
Only he is a loser.
On the one hand, I failed to pass the examination and failed.
On the other hand, I also lost the bet.
Now, this bastard still dares to mention renting a yard, which rubs a pinch of salt into his wound and rubs it hard at the same time.
I think back to that day, when the Lin brothers entered the city, a group of students pointed out the country and promoted the method of healing people. They were so high-spirited that everything seemed to be in the palm of their hands. But in just ten days, everything turned upside down, and the people who were suppressed by them in every possible way were
, became Huiyuan, became a legend in the world of poetry, and became a hero of Da Cang, but they were completely defeated.
From then on, he, Zhou Liangcheng, was no longer in the same world as them...
All hope is lost, is he the one you are talking about?
A golden light shook, and 90% of the candidates in the field were eliminated. All the people who failed were eliminated, leaving only 200 people.
"Ciwenshan!"
The watchman at the Confucian Temple said three words, and he disappeared. At the last moment of disappearing, he took a deep look at Lin Su...
"Third brother, remember what second brother said, you must try your best to seize the purple mountain or gold mountain."
The literary world is divided into seven colors, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple, with purple being the highest.
Wenshan has eight colors. In addition to these seven colors, there is also the legendary and mysterious Jinshan Mountain.
Those who own Jinshan must be a literary giant of the generation.
Of course, most people cannot get Jinshan, but it is possible for Third Brother...
On top of the stone tablet, 200 gold pages suddenly flew out. The golden pages fell at the feet of the 200 test subjects. Each of the test subjects stepped on one, and the golden pages rose through the air and went straight into the sky.
Lin Su's nine-faced literary world was shocked at the same time. The poems, chapters, and military tactics he wrote all turned into a mysterious force that extended to the golden page, firmly stabilizing himself.
Winning Wenshan does not rely on ranking, but mainly depends on the deep foundation of Wen Dao. All your Wen Dao achievements will become your strength. With these, you can experience strong winds, thunder and lightning, and heavy rains in the sky, and send yourself to higher places.
, the higher you stand, the higher Wenshan’s rank is.
After rising to a height of ten miles, Wenshan began to appear all around. The hills were suspended in the air, all red, and occasionally orange, also with a red tint.
The golden pages under Zeng Shigui's feet were shaky, but his face was full of perseverance. He was from a lower background than others. He didn't have as many classics as others, and he didn't have many famous teachers on his way. He just relied on his perseverance to persevere.
Having come this far, he wants to pick up a better Wenshan!
"Brother Zeng, can you hold on?" Lin Jialiang said next to him.
"Brother Lin, don't be distracted, just go up..." Zeng Shigui gritted his teeth.
"I'll accompany you!" Lin Jialiang's ascent became even slower and he was even underneath Zeng Shigui. If Zeng Shigui fell down, he could still block him.
Zeng Shigui above suddenly burst into tears. From this moment on, he vowed to live and die with the Lin brothers.
They continued to rise, crossing the orange zone, entering the yellow zone, and finally advanced into the green zone!
"Brother Lin, this little brother can only go so far!" Zeng Shigui jumped up bravely and stepped onto a green mountain. With this step, the mountain directly turned into nothingness and merged into his body. Zeng Shigui slowly descended,
He completed his battle for Wenshan and captured the green top-grade Wenshan, exceeding his initial expectations.
Lin Jialiang passed the green area and entered the cyan area. Logically speaking, he could only pick the cyan area, but today, he suddenly felt that his literary world was still very stable. The words and strategies he had written were still connected to the golden page at his feet.
It was very tight, and he wanted to continue rushing upward.
The wind was blowing hard, and he tried to control it...
With a bang, Zhao Ji rolled down next to him and fell downwards. In the blink of an eye, he slid through the cyan area, the green area... A mountain of mountains in the orange area took the initiative to meet him and merged into his body. Zhao Ji's expression suddenly changed.
If he only wanted to capture Wenshan in the cyan area, he would be able to capture it, but he was a little too ambitious and focused on the blue area. As a result, he was knocked over by the strong wind and only gained an orange mountain. This level was a hundred and eighty thousand different from Qingshan.
, and there is absolutely no way to change it.
This is Wenshan's cruelty.
You can take risks and climb higher, but you must also bear the price of failure.
Once you succeed, you're done.
Once you fail, you will not be left without Wenshan. You will always be assigned a Wenshan. However, the one assigned to you is often two or three major levels lower than what you can obtain based on your actual level.
He failed!
The main reason is that he is unwilling to lose to the Lin brothers. Lin Jialiang is still rushing forward. He doesn't want to give in. This is good. People who don't want to give in will end up with a rubbish literary reputation.
The heavy rain in the green area made the golden pages under Lin Jialiang's feet keep falling. Lin Jialiang concentrated all his energy, stabilized his body, and worked hard to move up, bit by bit, inch by inch, just when a bolt of lightning struck from the purple area,
He suddenly turned over and stepped on the mountain at the top of the blue area.
This Wenshan Mountain is blue with deep purple.
Blue top grade Wenshan!
A crystal clear mountain of literature appeared on his literary world. Lin Jialiang couldn't believe it. I...can actually harvest a blue mountain of top-grade literature?
You need to know that in the entire Quzhou, the number of people who can capture such Wenshan is only five fingers in each session!
What about this time?
He raised his eyes and looked into the sky. Electricity was rolling in the sky. In the electric current, there were only four figures: Qiu Zixiu, Fu Xiaochun, Du Zhou, and his third brother Lin Su!
Du Zhou? Du Zhou also dares to attack Purple Wenshan? Aren't you afraid of ending up like Zhao Ji?
With a bang, a string of electric current hit Du Zhou. He screamed and rolled down, quickly crossing the blue area, cyan area, and green area, and an orange mountain below took the initiative to meet him.
"No..." Du Zhou roared angrily...
He and Zhao Ji became brothers in need.
Fu Xiaochun let out a long laugh, stepped on the top of the Purple Wen Mountain, and successfully obtained the Purple Wen Mountain. The electric current hit the top of his head, but the smile still remained on his face.
And Qiu Zixiu suddenly shot out of the current, passed in front of Lin Su, and fixed his foot on the purple mountain at the top. His face showed a signature smile: "Brother Lin, I'm sorry for this fight, I am no longer humble."
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He occupies the largest mountain of Purple Wenshan.
Lin Su smiled slightly: "Say it as if you have let me go before."
"So this time you accept the concession?" Qiu Zixiu smiled even more happily.
"Purple Zone, if you want to play, just play happily, I won't compete with you!" Lin Su looked at the sky from a distance: "The scenery above is the one I want!"
"Above, hehe..." Qiu Zixiu chuckled, blended into Wenshan, and landed slowly.
There may be sky above, but that is a forbidden realm. Even if Qiu Zixiu still has the strength to spare, he may choose the largest purple mountain and not want to peek into the secret realm of the Nine Heavens.
Because all high-level people have said that you must never be greedy. Once the Nine Heavens Secret Realm and the Nine Heavens Gale are swept away, people will lose their sanity. In the end, you can only wait for the most rubbish Wenshan to take the initiative to welcome you.
Only people like Lin Su, who has insufficient family background, don't know this taboo.
OK, let you go!
As soon as you set foot on it, your garbage mountain will become a permanent drag on you, and you will no longer be a genius.
In a hundred-mile long run, you lead the way for the first fifty miles, but the next fifty miles will be your nightmare.
Lin Su controlled the golden page and rose again. Ten miles, twenty miles, thirty miles, there was no Wenshan Mountain, not even one!
Lin Su raised his eyes and looked at the sky. Thousand-degree pupils told him that there was golden light hundreds of miles above.
Jinshan! The legendary Jinshan!
Lin Su concentrated all his energy and firmly controlled the golden page under his feet. Suddenly, a strong wind blew violently. This strong wind was completely different from the ordinary wind. Together with the wind, it penetrated his whole body. Lin Su suddenly felt the true energy in his Dantian.
, the connection in the literary world seemed to be blown away all of a sudden.
At this moment, something suddenly lit up in his brain.
The legendary poem he had just written suddenly flipped open, and he was once again connected to the golden page at his feet, but he was also frightened into a cold sweat. In just an instant, he fell ten miles!
horrible!
Lin Su stabilized his body again and struck again, reaching the place where he had just been blown away. This time he took a deep breath and locked the connections in his body tightly. The strong wind blew and the pain was bone-chilling, but his golden page remained
After stabilizing, he climbed another ten miles, and another stronger wind blew. Lin Su mobilized his war poems, and his whole body was like an unsheathed sword, breaking through forcefully.
Another ten miles later, a third wave of stronger wind blew, and Lin Su felt cold inside. This chapter has been completed!