My wife, the eldest princess of the demon clan, I recite poems and become a sword god

Chapter 88 Cloud Opening

The light beam shrouded the inside.

The palm of his right hand was already dripping with blood, and his dark hair was rising in the wind.

And his cold and unruly voice spread outward from the light beam and clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

Xie Yongxu raised his eyes with a dull expression, his eyes ignited with faint hope.

Bai Ye, who was hugging his wife tightly, stared at the proud Li Cheng at this moment, and couldn't help but feel slightly moved.

Even if the opponent has no cultivation, he still shows his unparalleled aura that no one can compete with him.

Since the Tianwen Formation is coming to an end,

The three-story-high mythical beasts have become as tall as people, and the rain of flowers and flowers in the sky has become scattered.

In this case,
Without Bai Mengyan's help, Li Cheng could still hold the remaining half of the cinnabar pen even if he didn't use his cultivation.

Stopping the little junior sister's attempt to help, Li Cheng stumbled a bit and wrote the first line of the poem like a drunken person:

"One day and two days of madness for him"

When Dean Jin saw this sentence, his pupils dilated slightly, and he was impressed by the pure and crazy meaning shown in the beginning.

Compared with the previous one, this poem is more understandable and returns to nature.

Even Mengtong, who is new to school, can understand what this means.

Xie Zhiyao, who looked sad in the distance, couldn't help but sneer coldly when he saw this scene.

The mayfly shaking the tree is ridiculous.

He admitted that the banished immortal was very talented, and in a short period of time, he was able to write a poem like "15 years of being famous" that could be passed down through the ages.

But how can this be?

After all, it still cannot be recognized by Heaven.

In his eyes, what Li Cheng was doing at this moment was just an unwilling desperate struggle.

There is absolutely no possibility of a comeback.

Under Xie Zhiyao's slightly mocking gaze, Li Cheng gritted his teeth and picked up his pen to write the second sentence:

"Thirty-six thousand games have passed"

Combining the previous sentence, it means that he will live for a hundred years. He has an arrogant personality, so he lives one day as two days, and he has already lived a lifetime.

These two sentences are not particularly appropriate when applied to Xie Tingfeng.

It would be more appropriate to write "one day and three days of madness", but this would be a bit more deliberate and the sentences would not be smooth.

But think about it from another perspective,

In addition to the immortals on land, how many ordinary people can live to be a hundred years old without any harm?
Most people tend to die in their early seventies.

In this way, Xie Tingfeng, who is now nearly [-] years old, is in line with the saying of "one day and two days of madness".

Most importantly,
Li Cheng had already spoken loudly before, and this poem was called the poem of the last stroke.

Since it is a final work, it should be regarded as a generous elegiac song at the end of one's life. There is no need to pick and choose the details.

When Li Cheng finished the second line of the poem,

The light beam falling from the sky became faintly unstable, as if the glass was constantly being beaten by the wind, and cracks like spider webs had appeared.

see this scene,

Bai Ye gently released his left hand from holding his wife, took a step forward, and at the same time stretched out his right hand to hold it into the void.

next moment,
A silver long sword with a cold light all over its body came through the air, with a dazzling sword light, and hit Bai Ye's palm straight.

When I saw the faint purple lines engraved on the sword body from a distance,

The practitioners present, whether in the Tongxuan Realm or the Minghuang Realm, could not help but show desire in their eyes.

They knew very well that this silver-white sword had become famous over the past 600 years.

The name of the sword is Jingmeng.

The holy sword ranked fifth in the list of swords in the Jianghu Hundred Weapons List, the treasure of the Sword Sect, and also the token of the Sword Sect's successive masters.

Before the practitioners by the lake could take a breath of cold air,
Dots of cold light covered the sword's body in the blink of an eye, emitting a cold light like starlight.

at the same time,

Li Cheng, who was seriously exhausted, switched to writing with both hands, but he never bent his back. It was extremely difficult, and he wrote the second half of the poem like smoke:
"He is a new acquaintance and asks each other, just as if he is drifting in..."

When he wrote the word 'zai', a loud rumble suddenly erupted in the sky above Li Cheng.

As a direct descendant of the Confucian sect, he understood why this was the case.

This means that the carrying capacity of the Tianwen Formation has reached its limit and cannot support it for another moment.

Even if there were not strong men from the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism working together to maintain it, I am afraid that the formation would have collapsed long ago.

The vision of bursts of thunder at this moment is a warning from the will of heaven.

If they don't stop immediately and close the Heavenly Gate, they must be prepared to pay the price.

But the current situation is equivalent to having bowed 99 times and just missing the last one.

Regardless of whether the three people in control at the moment trust Li Cheng or not,
Out of considerations of sunk costs, they will bite the bullet and persist a little longer.

I don't know if it was the Jian Yun in his body that played a role, or if he was really unwilling to admit defeat in his heart.

At this moment,
Li Cheng suddenly felt a sense of relief, and slowly wrote the last two words "foreign land".

The last bit of the cinnabar pen happened to be used up, leaving crystal powder mixed with blood on the ground.

In a daze, he couldn't help grinning, showing a bit of a smile.

Same as the boy's line, this must-write poem still ends with the word 'Xiang'.

All I can say is that this is a coincidence.

The so-called place of peace of mind is my hometown.

If your heart is uneasy, like Xie Tingfeng, who has been imprisoned in his hometown for ten years, it will be a deeper torture.

The final poem in cursive script with bright red font is quietly floating in the broken light beam:
One day and two days of madness, he has passed [-] games.

When he was new to acquaintance, he was just like wandering in a foreign land.

Satisfied with the poems floating in front of my eyes,

Li Cheng, who breathed a long sigh of relief, suddenly became unsteady on his feet, and then fell straight back.

And at this moment,

Bai Mengyan, whose eyes were completely focused on him, quickly stretched out her slender white arms and wrapped them around Li Cheng's waist.

Seeing the blood on her senior brother's hands, the girl's pretty face was filled with distress, and mist began to fill her peach blossom eyes.

It felt like tears were about to fall down the next moment.

Seeing this, Li Cheng smiled weakly and said:

"Don't cry. It won't look good if you cry."

"Ouch." The girl nodded slightly, trying hard not to let tears escape from her eyes.

While the two were talking softly,

The rumbling thunder in the dark clouds turned from virtual to real, roared instantly, and poured down from the gap like a swimming dragon.

When the blue and white thunder light descended, the beam of light leading to the gate of heaven shattered instantly, making the sound of crackling glass.

At this time, the verses written with a cinnabar pen were also pushed into the sky along the unbroken beam of light by the three strong men of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism.

And when the last poem turned into a little red light is about to collide head-on with the tsunami-like lightning.

Bai Ye, who had remained silent from beginning to end, silently acting as a spectator, suddenly moved.

The silver-white Jingmeng Sword cut through the sky, and Bai Ye swung out a dazzling sword energy that was no less powerful than thunder.

The lightning strike falling from the sky represents the will of heaven.

Facing the thunder and lightning with a destructive breath,
The people of the Xie clan hiding by the lake were all trembling, with a sense of powerlessness, fearing that it would affect them.

But Bai Ye did the opposite and swung his sword at Lei Guang without any care.

This is a battle between heaven and earth.

Less than the blink of an eye,

The sword energy shot through the air like a shooting star and shot straight into the sky, ripping apart the thunderbolts before the red light.

A white light that was much more dazzling than before suddenly exploded.

Li Cheng, who was lying in the girl's arms, couldn't help but narrowed his eyes and turned his head subconsciously.

And the tip of his nose seemed to have touched something accidentally...

……

……

Jixia School Palace.

Ye Liyan, who was standing by the window of a high-rise building, was slightly startled, and then subconsciously asked:
"Teacher, what's not enough? What's the meaning of the phrase '15 years of being famous'?"

Sheng Gong Ning Ji calmly glanced at the eldest disciple whose expression changed slightly. Sheng Gong Ning Ji couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

His eldest disciple has a noble character and treats others with sincerity, but he is a little concerned about his reputation.

However, no gold is pure and no one is perfect.

Ning Ji, who thought of this truth, still looked southward, with a hint of appreciation in his tone:
"In the land south of the Yangtze River, someone used this poem to open the Tianwen Formation, but it's a pity that it was just a step short."

"Teacher, my disciple is very young and has little knowledge. I have never heard this sentence. Could it be that this poem is..."

"Yeah," Ning Ji responded softly, his eyes a little complicated and his voice flat:

"It should be a new poem that has just come out, with such a level, I don't know which talent wrote it."

Hearing this, Ye Liyan, who stood beside him, fell silent for a moment.

Living in the south of the Yangtze River, there are only a few people who can write such famous sentences.

The banished immortal who is famous all over the world is of course second to none.

In addition,

Among the remaining people, there were three or four vests that were highly suspicious of Li Cheng.

Thinking of this, Ye Liyan suddenly felt a little overwhelmed.

Both master and disciple were silent for a moment.

Suddenly,
An indescribable chuckle slowly curled up at the corner of Yu Ningji's lips, with an interesting look:

"The sky is clear, the sun and the moon can be used as a guide, Li Cheng of the southeast, the author of the last poem, hehe..."

As he spoke, the smile on his lips became even wider, but it was hard to figure out the meaning behind the smile.

"I like the four words Tianri Zhaozhao very much. Your junior brother is worthy of being relegated to an immortal. Even as a teacher, it is difficult to compare with him."

Ye Liyan:...

Sure enough, the person who wrote the poem was Junior Brother Li Cheng.

He didn't even have the slightest surprise in his heart, it seemed like it should be like this.

If the teacher mentions others, he will definitely refute with reason and point out that what the teacher said is too modest.

But facing the highly talented and relegated immortal, Ye Liyan, as the first disciple of the Confucian sect, couldn't help but feel discouraged in his heart.

Ning Ji then recited the entire last poem, and softly sighed with unfinished meaning:

"These two poems are destined to become famous all over the world. To receive such a gift, I wonder if the madman will die without regrets."

Sensing something keenly, Ye Liyan lowered his eyebrows and asked softly:
"Teacher, do you...do you know the person written in this poem?"

"We have met several times." Ning Ji's voice was very candid, and there was nothing unusual about it.

After thinking secretly for a moment, Ye Liyan asked with curiosity on his face:

"Teacher, counting this last poem, Junior Brother Li Cheng...has he succeeded?"

He stood with his hands behind his hands and looked at Ning Ji in the south. He just smiled and did not answer immediately.

……

……

The imperial capital, Chang'an.

As one of the most majestic cities in the world, the city has a population of about one million.

The whole city is located in the Guanzhong Plain in a rectangular shape, slightly longer from east to west and slightly shorter from north to south.

A fifty-foot-wide main road runs through almost the entire Chang'an City from south to north.

This road is called Zhuque Street, also known as Tianjie.

At the northern end of Tianjie is the south gate of the Imperial City of Jin Dynasty, the Zhuque Gate.

However, after Jinshang ascended the throne, the Zhuque Gate was renamed Chengtian Gate, but most people in Chang'an still refer to it by the old name.

After entering the imperial city from the Zhuque Gate, there are three majestic palace complexes——

Changle Palace, Weiyang Palace, Daming Palace.

According to the rules of the former Wei Dynasty and older dynasties,

These three palaces are the residences of the Queen Mother, the Emperor, and the Queen respectively.

However, this dynasty has its own national conditions.

Since the queen passed away last year, Emperor Jingyun has appointed Cao as the imperial concubine, taking charge of the six palaces and becoming the de facto master of the harem.

On weekdays, except for the morning court, the emperor usually stayed in the Daming Palace with the imperial concubine.

Emperor Jingyun's mother died young, and Changle Palace was transformed into a nursing home by his order, specifically to serve the Supreme Emperor and his elderly family.

The main feature is a filial piety person who always speaks loudly and is very filial.

At this time, in the Cuihua Hall of Changle Palace,

Dozens of beautiful palace maids stood with their heads bowed, and an awkward atmosphere filled the air.

Sitting high on the yew jade couch was the drowsy Supreme Emperor, dressed in rich clothes.

And sitting at the bottom,
They were Emperor Jingyun, who was wearing a dragon robe with a coiled collar and narrow sleeves, and beside him was the imperial concubine, who was wearing a flower patch on her forehead and looking forward to her glory.

Below are the prince and three princes sitting at attention, as well as the seven prime ministers sitting opposite them.

The people here have high positions and are all the most distinguished people in the Jin Dynasty.

Naturally, they were gathered here not because they had nothing to do but to accompany the emperor to visit the Supreme Emperor.

Since the millennium when the master expelled the demons,

No matter what happens secretly, at least on the surface, all dynasties have governed the country with benevolence and filial piety.

The Great Jin Dynasty was no exception.

However, Emperor Jingyun only spoke a few words to his biological father after he came to Cuihua Palace.

Excluding those tedious empty words, the specific content is as follows:

"Father, how is your health recently?"

"good."

"Father, have you eaten yet?"

"have eaten."

"Dad, how did you sleep last night?"

"good."

Above, gone.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the father and son were competing with each other.

But these two

One is the emperor of the Jin Dynasty and the other is the Supreme Emperor. They are both their kings and fathers and cannot be discussed by mere ministers.

then,

The princes, princes and ministers below all looked at their noses, their noses and their hearts, and they all lowered their heads and counted the ants.

Anyway, as long as I'm not embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed.

Time passed by bit by bit.

I don't know how long it took, but the extremely peaceful environment was shattered by the sound of hurried footsteps.

The great eunuch Wei Yingjin led a white-robed warlock into the palace and saluted the emperor alone:
"Your Majesty, Si Tianjian has something to report."

When the emperor heard this, he knew in his heart that Wei Yingjin knew how to measure things, so he spoke in a kind voice and ordered:
"But it doesn't matter, there are no outsiders here."

The eunuch lowered his head and winked at the warlock in white behind him, and the other party quickly and respectfully said:
"Your Majesty, there is someone in Jiangdu who has activated the Tianwen Formation for Xie Tingfeng."

With this remark,
The entire Cuihua Palace fell into a strange silence.

……

……

Xie Mansion in Jiangdu, by the green lake.

The sky turned gloomy and scary after the lightning and thunder.

The Tianwen Formation at this moment has ended.

Whether it was the phantom of a mythical beast or the strange phenomenon of seven-colored petals, they all disappeared without a trace.

As if it never happened.

Only the vermilion wooden platform in the center of the formation was shattered into dust by the vibration of the air machine, which can prove what happened.

Outside the formation, Bai Ye, who was holding the Dream Sword, looked gloomy.

He could feel that the broken bronze lamp in the Hidden Sword House had been extinguished, leaving only the last purple emblem lamp half-lit.

Li Cheng stood up from the girl's arms and looked up at the sky proudly again.

next moment,
Caught off guard, the clouds all over the sky suddenly dispersed with the wind.

A column of air visible to the naked eye descended from the sky and hit the other corner opposite the lake.

(End of this chapter)