Chapter 122 The Flying Sword Moves the Clouds and the Moon to Fill the Sky
Chapter 122 The flying sword moves the clouds and the moon fills the sky
Author: Dark Eggplant
Chapter 122 The flying sword moves the clouds and the moon fills the sky
It took a while for Xu Mo to realize what "poetry" Han Xuan was talking about.
It was when I was fooling Di Tingjian just now that what I said later included some fragments of poems. To be honest, these poems are familiar to everyone in my world and everyone can memorize them.
But in this world, no one has heard of it, so it’s okay to show off and show off your talents.
But to say it has any earth-shattering uses, it really doesn’t have any.
In any case, Xu Mo did not achieve the special achievement of "manifesting his saints in front of others" with these poems.
I thought that no one in this world would care about this, but I never thought that today I would meet someone who loves this, and that person is also the terrifying ‘First Saint’.
In Xu Mo's heart, these 'ancestral saints' are strange things in the void, mysterious existences from another dimension, and the source of mana in this world.
They cannot be viewed with common sense.
Although Xu Mo had the ability to "enlighten the Tao as a fisherman," he finally realized that he was essentially still sinking in the muddy river of secularity and had not yet landed on the shore.
But these sages have already landed on the shore and can see the mortal world from the shore.
The realm is very different.
It seems reasonable for such a terrifying and high-end existence to have a few people who like 'poetry'.
"The sage likes to listen, so I will just think about these poems."
Xu Mo nodded in agreement.
He's talking nonsense.
Others didn't know that he was talking nonsense, but Di Tingjian knew, but Di Tingjian didn't kill him, because at this moment, Di Tingjian had what Xu Mo said was the epiphany.
Reached a higher realm.
To put it bluntly, it is not as rigid as in the past, where anyone who lies will be killed immediately.
Now, it is like a graduate who has returned from an idealist to reality. He understands what it means to be human and the world, and what it means to be unable to control oneself in the world.
This is not depravity.
On the contrary, it is some kind of sublimation.
Xu Mo perfected Di Tingjian. Naturally, even if Di Tingjian knew that Xu Mo was lying, he would not expose him.
Of course, this kind of accommodation and turning a blind eye may only target a certain person.
For example, Xu Mo.
If it were someone else, Di Tingjian might not be so easy to talk to.
In other words, the word ‘possible’ can be removed.
Xu Mo is a special case. He has special privileges here at Ditingjian.
He is the only one.
Here Xu Mo began to recite poetry. Of course, he would deliberately waste time, showing that he was composing poetry on the spot, in a different world, and in order to survive, he should plagiarize a little and not be shabby.
As long as you are thick-skinned, you will only feel better if you cheat. The more you cheat, the better.
"Looking at it from the side, it looks like a ridge and a side peak, with different heights from far to near. I don't know the true face of Mount Lu, just because I am in this mountain." This poem has not changed a single word, because there is also a Mount Lu in this world.
So it can be applied completely.
The poem I just used was just this one. Xu Mo didn't know if it was enough.
At this moment, a shadow fell from the floating scroll above.
This phantom was extremely majestic, several feet tall, like a giant coming to the world. When Xu Mo stood upright, it only reached the opponent's calves.
The shadow asked: "Are there any other poems?"
Xu Mo's heartbeat quickened, but he still managed to keep it steady. He cupped his hands and said, "Sage, please give me a question."
"Okay, I will use this Yamen lobby as the title, and you will write a poem."
Xu Mo nodded, walked left and right, thought for a long time, and said: "I lie down in the hall and listen to the swaying bamboos, which are suspected to be the sounds of suffering in the world. I, the county officials of Caozhou, are always caring about each branch and leaf."
"It's acceptable!" The sage nodded, very satisfied, and then said: "Then use the mountain as a scenery and write a poem."
Xu Mo also heard that Zun Mountain is the top of all the mountains in the states. It is very tall, majestic and majestic.
Xu Mo's heart moved, "Yes."
However, some content needs to be changed.
After making some plans in his mind, he said in a eloquent voice: "How about respecting the mountain master? Yingzhou is still young. The bells of nature are beautiful, and the yin and yang are divided into dusk. Zeng Yun is born in the chest, and the returning bird comes in from the canthus. It will be at the top of the mountain.
See all the mountains and small ones at a glance.”
This mountain naturally refers to the mountain the other party mentioned.
The location of Zunshan is "Yingzhou", so Xu Mo changed a little bit of the content and copied it directly.
This is a famous sentence through the ages, especially the last sentence, which is quite lethal.
Sure enough, as soon as this poem came out, the sage was shocked and very happy after hearing it.
"Wonderful, such a good poem, especially the last line, can be passed down to future generations!"
The other party murmured the words "I will be at the top of the mountain and see all the mountains and small mountains", and it was obvious that he liked it very much.
Xu Mo lowered his head.
He seemed low-key and modest, but he was actually blushing and a little embarrassed.
Next, the sage came up with another topic. Basically, Xu Mo was able to find famous quotes throughout the ages to match it. Especially in the end, with the topic of missing each other under the bright moon, Xu Mo directly gave the title "Shui Tiao Ge Tou·When Will the Bright Moon Come?"
fry.
Xu Mo felt that this was nuclear bomb level.
The sage was so shocked that he was shaking all over on the spot.
It's obviously extremely comfortable.
Not to mention this sage, even the boss and Han Xuan who were in the same room were stunned, their heads were buzzing, and those words were all in their ears.
I hope that we will live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart.
It's almost like visiting his grandma's house.
It’s okay not to accept it.
Xu Mo knew when enough was enough. Once the nuclear bomb king exploded, it would be hard to say anything else.
And I am not a cash machine. I will spit out as much as you want.
No, I, Xu Mo, also have a temper.
That's all, gone.
Therefore, the ancient sage asked Xu Mo to compose poems. Xu Mo shook his head, his talent and ideas were exhausted, and he would not be able to compose poems within ten years.
This pole was directly extended to more than 3,600 days later.
Love so much.
When the sage heard this, he was not angry at all. It was obvious that he liked Xu Mo very much.
If the love in eyes can melt a person, Xu Mo is already covered in blood.
"Sitting alone in a hanging building, I will be bored for eternity. I will be happy for all generations to find this quatrain. It is very good. Although my talent is exhausted, I still want to compose one. I want to write it on the eternal scroll."
When Xu Mo heard this, he thought to himself that this guy didn't understand or was just pretending to be confused.
They all said no.
Just when I was about to refuse, I felt someone pulling me.
Looking back, I saw it was Han Xuan.
The guy's face was full of excitement and he winked at Xu Mo fiercely.
Xu Mo was stunned.
Seems to understand something.
Judging from Han Xuan's intentions, it was obvious that the First Sage wanted to benefit himself.
For the sake of benefit, just plagiarize another one.
So Xu Mo thought deeply and saw Han Xuan wearing a sword at his waist, and immediately decided to plagiarize a new one with the title of sword.
But when it came to his mouth, Xu Mo suddenly felt something in his heart.
"I can't think of anything, I can't make a whole poem, but one sentence is fine, so this is the sentence, 'I climb the tower on a rainy night, look at the clouds and sigh, the clouds don't disperse, flying swords move the clouds, the moon fills the sky!'"
Xu Mo had just made a guess, so he made up this sentence temporarily.
Very average.
But if you think about it carefully, you can feel its domineering and terrifying power.
It depends on what this sage will do.
When Han Xuan heard this, he secretly gave Xu Mo a thumbs up. Xu Mo understood that he was on the right track.
Sure enough, the First Saint was stunned for a moment, and then he let out a weird laugh.
"Although it's a little difficult, I'll write it for you. In addition, I'll complete it for you. It's better to write this poem like this... Tasting the slightly cool autumn flavor, the rain from the eaves washes away the morning frost, and I want to take a peek at the beautiful tower.
Goddess, I saw black clouds covering the spring light. Hundreds of bottles of aged wine turned into melancholy. I thought about it in my heart, and my mind was filled with joy. I asked the sky with my sword, but the sky didn't answer. I went up to the tower on a rainy night, looked at the clouds and sighed, but the clouds didn't disperse. My flying sword moved the clouds, and the sky was full of moon.
!”
He wrote with the brush in his hand, then flicked the book in his hand and threw it to Xu Mo.
Xu Mo took it and looked again. The sage had disappeared.