Luo Wuxin raised his teacup: "Brother Lin wrote a poem that was passed down from generation to generation that day. He was worried about the beach and said he was scared, and he was alone in the ocean and sighed for being alone. This made me very emotional."
Lin Su smiled slightly: "Why are you so touched by these two sentences?"
He had doubts about Luo Wuxin's words. Any poem has a poetic eye. The poetic eye of this poem is not these two sentences, but "No one has died in life since ancient times, leaving a loyal heart to illuminate history."
"Everyone in the world, and all the people in the world, after all eternity, when anyone mentions this poem, the most touching thing should be the last two sentences, instead of saying fear on the beach, sighing alone in the ocean.
Even when Lin Su was writing, he hesitated whether to change Panpantan and Lingdingyang, because Wen Tianxiang had a special background when he wrote this poem. Panpantan and Lingdingyang were from another world.
Forcibly applying a special noun would seem out of place, but considering that this world also has treacherous shoals and lonely oceans, and has been given a special meaning by history, he didn't change it and just took it over.
Unexpectedly, it was these two sentences that Luo Wuxin felt most deeply about.
Why?
"Because I was once a fearful guest on the beach and a lone traveler in the lonely ocean."
"Are you from Dajin?"
Luo Wuxin slowly raised his head and looked to the north: "If a person could choose his ancestral home, I would definitely not choose the Jin Dynasty, but there is no choice in his ancestral home."
Lin Su smiled faintly: "You can't choose your ancestral home, but you don't need to choose your ancestral home. Even if your hometown has changed beyond recognition, the road is still under your feet after all."
"Yes, the road is still under your feet after all!" Luo Wuxin's eyes slowly fell: "Brother Lin, where is the road?"
"Perhaps I am really lucky that my hometown is still a touchable hometown at this moment. When I go there this time, it is my hometown!"
"Brother Lin is wrong! Haining is just your hometown at the moment, not your eternal hometown. Man, there is only one real way back home, and that is under the netherworld!"
Zhou Mei held the teacup in her hand, and a glimmer of light suddenly appeared in her eyes.
Although she was quietly sipping tea, she was also capturing all the mysteries in the words of the person in front of her.
As soon as these words came out, she could hear a sense of crisis.
Hometown is only a temporary hometown, and there is only one destination for people, and that is death!
Everyone understands the truth, but when it comes from someone with unknown experience, the warning is obvious.
Lin Su was very calm: "Brother Luo, what do you mean?"
Luo Wuxin said: "Brother Lin, doesn't it mean you still don't understand your situation?"
"What kind of situation?"
"Destiny!"
As soon as the words "destiny" were spoken, Lin Su felt a slight chill in his heart...
The Tianming Dao Sect is said to be a Taoist sect. In fact, he and Bi Xuanji have already analyzed that the Tianming Dao Sect is not a Taoist sect. It is at least very different from Tianji, Tianxuan, and Tianque, which are Taoist sects in the traditional sense. Lin Su even suspected that the Tianming Dao Sect is actually a Taoist sect.
The executive body of the temple.
They can do things that the temple is inconvenient to do.
The only Tianming Dao Sect stronghold he knew was Tianyinfang.
The only person he has ever met who is related to the Tianming Dao Sect is Liu Tianyin.
Bi Xuanji searched for the roots of the Tianming Dao Sect through the secret fragrance. The Tianming Dao Sect kills people, and even gods cannot escape. Destiny kills people in three steps. The first step is to give you a life paper and tell you that you have been included in the Tianming monitoring.
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In the second step, if the life paper is stained with blood, it means that you have failed the assessment.
The third step, the life paper turns into a sword, the end!
The world has seen people who turned life paper into swords, and all of them died, without exception.
Even if it is a generation of literary circles, even if it is Yi Dao Yuan Tian, it is the same.
Such high-end killing techniques are rarely seen.
He saw it.
In the past, Liu Tianyin sang a tragic song about his motherland, telling him that you were the chief culprit of the troubles in the world. The reason was nonsense, but he took it seriously.
At the same time, place a piece of paper under his teacup. This piece of paper has a hidden grid of destiny patterns.
When I entered Tianyinfang for the second time, the petals of the Jieyu Flower were scattered on the life paper, forming a blood-stained life paper.
When the life paper is stained with blood, the next step is to turn the life paper into a sword.
Once you turn into a sword, your body will die and your path will disappear!
He didn't know if the Tianming Dao Sect would turn into a sword against him, but he was always on guard.
if……
Just say if...
If the Tianming Dao Sect is really the executive agency of the temple, the possibility of them turning into swords is almost 100%.
Why?
Because after leaving Tianyinfang, he did something that went against the original intention of the temple, that is, he went to Bailu Academy and killed Ding Daye, the leader of Zhizhi Hall.
He went further and further on the road to confront the temple.
It’s time for the life paper to turn into a sword!
All of this was the interpretation he derived from the word "Destiny" in Luo Wuxin in just a few moments.
Interpretation is complicated, but not complicated...
"Do you insist on destiny?" Lin Su raised his eyes and looked at Luo Wuxin quietly.
Luo Wuxin smiled faintly and shook his head gently: "I don't adhere to destiny, but destiny follows me all the way!"
Lin Su was slightly startled...
Luo Wuxin said: "People in the world are mostly confused, and things in the world are even more foggy. I have a blue lamp that can tear away the fog for you and let you see clearly!"
He stretched out his hand gently, and there was an ancient bronze lamp in his hand. On the ancient bronze lamp, there were two words engraved on it: Ye Ying.
With a flick of his finger, the ancient lamp lit up.
Under the light, the thousands of miles of Yangtze River water is reflected.
Ten miles away behind them, a boat, a small boat, appeared. There was a woman on the boat, stroking the Yao Qin, her expression was absolutely first-class elegance...
Lin Su's face was a bit ugly, because he recognized that the person on the boat was none other than Liu Tianyin.
She follows him!
Luo Wuxin said with a smile: "Brother Lin, destiny is not ordinary. It is very difficult for you to follow destiny. If you try to kill destiny, you will fall into a new destiny. We meet today. I have no respect for Wuxin. How about I help you understand this destiny?"
His words were difficult to understand, but Lin Su understood them completely.
If Tianming is really the executive agency of the temple, it will be really difficult for him to do.
Let them follow their destiny and kill him, Lin Su, on an assumed charge? How is it possible? Why?
But, did Lin Su really kill her?
Once he takes this step, it will be a head-on challenge to the temple. Judging from the current situation, that is unwise! Because he knows nothing about the temple.
But Luo Wuxin suddenly suggested that I will solve this destiny for you!
"Brother Luo, why do you want to help me?" Lin Su said.
Luo Wuxin smiled softly: "I don't want to be so lonely in the world, okay?"
I don't want the world to be so lonely...
These words are as gentle as willows, these words are as ethereal as night, but why do they sound so domineering?
Lin Su smiled: "How does Brother Luo plan to solve this destiny?"
"A Yao Qin plays the shadow of the cold river, and we are old friends from now on!" Luo Wuxin chanted in a long voice, and when he held his hands together, an ancient Yao Qin next to him fell into his hands...
His hand caressed it gently, and the sound of the piano came out through the window, floating softly across the river...
The misty spring rain falling from the sky suddenly turned into heavy snow...
The snow falls under the sky, and the Yangtze River turns into glaciers...
The people on the deck of the big ship, feeling the misty spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River, suddenly froze, staring at the falling snowflakes on each other's shoulders, as if they had seen a ghost...
Countless people ran to the window and exclaimed...
"Why does it snow?"
"Who plays the piano in the snow?"
"This is a literary method! Oh my god, there is a literary master who can change the four seasons with a song..."
"Who is it that changes the rules of heaven and earth and changes the four seasons?" A literary scholar next door to them was shocked. Although it is said that in literature and art, one can change the four seasons with one song, but that is just a description. What really needs to be done is
How can it be possible for ordinary people to turn spring into cold winter and let the Yangtze River, which is thousands of miles away, be filled with the scenery of the North?
Only the very best in the literary world!
On the small boat ten miles away, Liu Tianyin suddenly raised his head and stared at the big boat with a strange look in his eyes.
With a cry, an old figure fell beside her from far away. Staring at the thousands of miles of glaciers ahead, his face changed drastically: "Hanjiang Lonely Shadow, Luo Wuxin!"
"It's him!" Liu Tianyin slowly said two words.
"What's the point of this?"
"This is to promote that he and Lin Su are on the same side!"
"The judgment of destiny is as heavy as Mount Tai. It's not like he doesn't know the weight of this matter. Why must he have a hand in it?" The old man's face was full of gloom, and he spoke word by word.
"Luo Wuxin really has a heart. Who can figure out what this person is doing?" Liu Tianyin said: "Today's first change has appeared. Cracks have appeared in the destiny. This action is postponed!"
Above the river, there was heavy wind and snow, and the heavy snow in the sky prevented the small boat from moving forward. The small boat stopped in the middle of the river, and the big boat broke through the snow. The wind swirled and the waves turned, and the small boat in the wind and snow looked like a lonely shadow on the cold river...
In the small room, under the light, the boat was positioned on the spot...
Luo Wuxin made a light stroke with his hand, and the music of the piano stopped. A smile slowly appeared on his face: "Brother Lin, your destiny is temporarily suspended. You can embark on your journey back to your hometown. I also want to go back."
"Thank you, Brother Luo!" Lin Su cupped his hands.
"Goodbye!"
"Goodbye!"
The ancient "Ye Ying" lamp gently rotated and rose into the sky. Under the lamp, Luo Wuxin sat cross-legged. Next to him was Jun Yue. The two of them walked away in the wind and snow.
Lin Su stood in front of the window and looked into the distance for a long time.
Zhou Mei stood on the other side and looked at Lin Su for a long time...
As soon as Lin Su's eyes fell, he saw Zhou Mei's eyes: "Today, are we overwhelmed by them?"
Lin Su: "What do you mean?"
"Jun Yue can see me, but I can't figure her out. She was crushed by her, and Luo Wuxin, a lonely shadow on the cold river changed the world, leaving you, a master of literature and art, no chance to perform..."
Lin Su smiled: "That's it?"
Zhou Mei's mouth curled up: "That's it? Why don't you take it seriously at all? You were crushed, and it was in your most magical music field. I'm not willing to give in to you, so hurry up and sing a song
, give yourself a name..."
"Why do I think you just want to listen to the music?" Lin Su saw through her little trick at a glance.
"You once promised to sing me the most beautiful songs, songs that no one else has heard. Look how good they are to Jun Yue. He picks up the piano and plays it for Jun Yue anytime and anywhere. I have gone through life and death to help Jun Yue.
You do things, but you don't fulfill your promises. It's really annoying to compare people to each other..."
Lin Su was completely unable to resist a series of provocations...
"Okay, okay, can I sing for you? Speaking of which, the cold wind blows everywhere this person goes. I'm going to sing you a song to drive away the cold. What should I sing? I'm not a person who lives in the past.
, I live in reality, so I will sing "Singing Songzhou in the Misty Rain"!"