Lin Su and Zhou Mei were staring at the moon in the sky in the inn.
Along with 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.
The street looked quiet and clean under the moonlight. In the Nanshan Inn, the two elders' rooms were lit up with lights like beans, and they were also very quiet.
The lights were not extinguished, and the students below did not leave either.
There was the sound of poetry reciting. To be honest, even Zhou Mei didn't like this level of poetry...
She was still a little confused: "Hey, do you think your Nanshan students are stupid? If they have the skills to please these two old guys, why don't they put some effort into you? You are the first grandmaster of Qinglian, you
He crushed White Deer Academy to the ground as soon as he stepped out. Isn't he ten times or a hundred times stronger than these two old guys? More importantly, I personally think it's easier to deal with you than these two old guys. Even if they can't handle you,
Whose family doesn’t have a few sisters? I believe their sisters, no matter how beautiful they are, will not be worse than that village girl outside the city."
Lin Su ignored the ambiguity in her words and smiled faintly: "Do you really think that when students recite poetry, their skills are limited to poetry itself?"
Zhou Mei's eyes moved over, with a bit of confusion...
Lin Suyouran said: "What they recite is poetry, and what they recite is also the world! No matter the poem, the lyrics, the article, or the words, they are just stepping stones. What they want is never progress in poetry, what they want is just
On a higher platform, their poetry is undoubtedly not outstanding, but their human sophistication is superb."
Lin Su's poetry is undoubtedly peerless.
His literary skills are undoubtedly at the pinnacle, but he is not tolerated by the general trend of the world!
It would be unwise for any student to make friends with him.
But these two veterans are different. Let’s not mention the level of their poetry. The key is that they represent the peak of literary orthodoxy.
To make friends with such a peak, the road is open...
Zhou Mei sighed softly: "Of course I understand what you said, but what I don't understand is why you must force yourself to be an alien."
"Two reasons, one true and one false..."
"Stop coming! Seriously..."
"The truth is: I didn't force myself to become an alien, I was originally an alien..."
Zhou Mei gave him a fierce look: "Why didn't you say you came down from the sky? I just can't say a few serious words to you. I really can't talk to you anymore if you tell the truth. You should just tell lies."
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"The lie is... I am not such an outlier, so how can I be new and different? How can I attract a beautiful woman like you to come to me? Life is full of grass and trees, and if I am not happy with the white jade bed, wouldn't I have grown this skin in vain?"
Zhou Mei looked at him for a long time and sighed: "Forget it, can I not ask questions? Can I just say too much? Don't be so wild in front of me. I'm not as thick-skinned as you think... Say something.
Seriously, have you discovered Su Rong's whereabouts?"
Su Rong?
Su Rong!
Lin Su looked at the window on the left, staring at some lights on the distant mountain top: "Although I have not found her whereabouts, if nothing else happens, among the thousands of candles in the Luyang Palace tonight, there should be one for her.
She is bright."
Lu Yang Palace!
Zhou Mei also cast her eyes towards the palace in the middle of the mountain and took a breath: "Then, how will she act?"
"unimportant!"
"It's not important? Have you figured out the situation? She is no longer the same person! On the night of Tianlao, the whole city could clearly see that Su Rong had merged with her ancestor Ye Lian, and her Tao realm was incredible.
My mother was shocked."
Yes, the whole capital knows about what happened on Tianlao Night.
Although ordinary people don't know what this means, top practitioners do.
They knew that Su Rong was fused with the Great Dao Essence Flower of ancestor Ye Lian.
At the extreme level of practice, three flowers gather at the top and five qi move towards the origin.
Practice and become holy.
Ye Lian's three flowers were ready that day, and she was in the final step of becoming a saint.
After her death, her Taoist spirit disappeared, but her Taohua remained, integrated into the human skin she left behind.
These three flowers are the most high-end inheritance of Yaowang Mountain.
Su Rong fused this human skin, and at the critical moment of life and death, the essence flower of the avenue bloomed. Even His Majesty's imperial seal stopped because of this essence flower.
Just tell me how terrifying this essence flower is?
Zhou Mei's mother was also a witch from the Jianghu generation. She was well-informed and lawless. She used to watch the practitioners in the world tossing around like children competing for sweets, but when she saw this beautiful flower, she became pale.
Su Rong bloomed the essence of the Tao, and her Tao realm was already unfathomable.
Even though her cultivation level is only as high as heaven and earth, no one can predict her actual combat power.
Lin Su dares to say that such a person 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. The Dao realm is still empty. If she really has such terrifying combat power, she can go directly to my Haining Lin family and bring her
Wouldn't it be more in line with her original intention if I ravaged her in the West Courtyard? She chose to join forces with two literary circles to block me in Nanshan, which has proven that her actual combat power is not that strong!"
This is the truth!
Only those who are calm enough can analyze this truth!
When faced with the pursuit of someone who has blossomed the essence of the Dao, most people's minds will already be confused. How can they analyze it?
Lin Su's heart was not disturbed. Zhou Mei felt that his analysis was right...
And she also interpreted the basis of Lin Su's "not important" argument: "What you mean is that she plans to join forces with these two literary circles. Now that you get rid of one of them, her cooperation will be broken. Regardless of the original
Any strategies have to be readjusted?"
"Yes, not entirely right!" Lin Su held up the teacup.
Zhou Mei's eyes lit up again: "What do you mean it's not completely right?"
"What I want to get rid of is not just a literary world!" Lin Su said: "As long as Li Qinghan dies, Du Yuanfeng will also die! At the same time, whether His Majesty, the Prime Minister, Cao Fang, or White Deer Academy's Zhizhi Hall, they will all be killed.
Come to the chess table obediently."
Zhou Mei was just about to pour tea.
She and Mr. Lin were already close, and she had learned a lot about Mr. Lin's way of analyzing the current situation while drinking tea. However, when she suddenly heard these words, her hands trembled and she spilled the tea.
table……
As soon as Li Qinghan died, Du Yuanfeng also died...
Your Majesty, Prime Minister, Cao Fang, White Deer Academy Zhizhitang...
The four names that came out casually were all behemoths, all big figures or superpowers who were stomping around in the territory of Da Cang.
He wants to bring all these people into his chess game!
What a terrifying game this chess is?
These are all hidden behind the murder of the demon "Moon Shadow"!
She was completely unable to decipher the connection behind it.
She could only look up at the moon: "I originally had some psychological taboos about the killing of Yueying, but now, I am looking forward to this killing coming soon. I must see how you can use this killing to start a world-shattering story."
chess game."
On the night of the 14th, there was no wind or waves.
Passed by peacefully.
The next day is April 15th!
Throughout the day, Lin Su and Zhou Mei did not leave the room.
Lin Su was sleeping, lying on the chair and sleeping until noon.
Zhou Mei was also sleeping, wrapping herself in the sheets on the bed, which were twisted into twists by her. In fact, she was not sleeping honestly at all...
As the afternoon passed, the sun set over Mount Lu.
The last trace of light disappeared and night fell.
The moon rises from the west, round and big...
In the small garden outside the city, Yaogu stopped what she was doing, walked slowly to her recliner, lay down on her back, and tapped her toes, causing the recliner to shake slightly.
From the outside, she looks very laid-back.
But her eyes staring at the moon were as bright as stars.
She knew that tonight was the night of the Moon Shadow Killing.
She saw the cause, and she wanted to witness the process with her own eyes, but she couldn't see the end clearly...
In the far southwest, outside the ancient southwest country, on the shores of Yanqing Lake...
The moonlight is like water, the boat is leisurely...
The wind dancer raised and lowered the oar, slowly rowing across the silent Yanqing Lake...
A layer of mist was lifted by her paddle, revealing a red pavilion inside...
Above the red pavilion, a woman stood quietly in the pavilion, looking at the bright moon in the sky...
"aunt!"
Fengwu called softly.
The woman slowly turned around. She had a pretty face, and her hair was all white. She looked like a young lady, but endless years had passed through her eyes.
"Wu'er, you're here to celebrate my birthday with me again." My aunt's voice was also elegant and elegant.
Feng Wu smiled sweetly: "On the night when Wu'er was born, my aunt came here after delivering the baby for me. I used Leting as the boundary and declared myself for eighteen years. You gave me life, but you couldn't see me after that, so every year I
I gave it to my aunt to see for her birthday. Let you know that Wu'er, whom you delivered with joy, has grown one year older."
"Eighteen years!" My aunt sighed softly: "From crying for food to being tall and graceful, to being graceful and graceful today, Wu'er, you have grown up."
Feng Wu smiled softly: "You know? Auntie, they all say that I look like you."
My aunt smiled. This smile was charming and graceful: "Today, how do you want your aunt to celebrate your birthday? Can you play a song for you?"
"No!" Feng Wu said, "I'm not here to listen to music today. On the contrary, I want to play a song for my aunt!"
"That's great!" My aunt said happily: "I have known for a long time that your music has improved rapidly, so I will let my aunt listen carefully today!"
Feng Wu sat down on the boat and picked up the Yao Qin in her hand...
Ding Dong...
This was a hand-starting sound, and my aunt was slightly shocked...
When the music started, it was like heavenly music coming for nine days, and my aunt's whole body was shaken...
When the song ended, my aunt's eyes were as bright as stars: "Seven tones?!"
"Exactly!" Feng Wu said: "Auntie, the world's music has opened a new door, and the seven-note era has arrived!"
"The era of seven tones has arrived! The era of seven tones has arrived..." My aunt was distracted, her white hair swaying gently in the wind...
"Eighteen years ago, my aunt wanted to open a new door with the Tao of Music, and use the true power of the Tao of Music to break through the world and become a saint. However, things have changed, and this new door has been opened in the world..."
Auntie is on the verge of collapse, and her red pavilion is also on the verge of collapse.
Just as Feng Wu said, her fundamental purpose of being sealed in the literary world for the past eighteen years is to one day be able to break through the world and become a saint.
The direction of her breakthrough is to make up for the shortcomings of the five tones and complete the unprecedented feat of music.
However, today Feng Wu brought a song that has already made up for the shortcomings of the five tones, it is a flawless seven tones!
As a result, her eighteen years of hard training suddenly became meaningless.
Even if she also realized the seven tones, it was still a step too late.
She is no longer a pioneer!
Her feelings at this moment were the same as those of the Nanchu layman in Baijiyuan that day.
But her literary attainments and state of mind were obviously not comparable to those of the lay people of Nanchu. She did not vomit blood, nor was she despairing of all her thoughts, but her mind was shaken...