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Chapter 687

This is a huge ship, with long sails and waves, rolling away along the Grand Canal towards Kyoto.

The unscrupulous Taoist also followed.

Standing on the deck, Yang Chen looked at the rolling river, the Chuochuo green hills in the distance, and the white clouds floating in the sky, and his heart suddenly became brighter.

There was a little poem that silently surfaced in his heart. He muttered to himself and recited it, but the voice was so subtle that no one could detect it.

the river is long and tempestuous, it was like a hero.

Success or failure turned empty.

Aoyama is still there, How Many Suns.

The white-haired fisherman Qiao Jiangzhu used to watch autumn and spring.

A jug of muddy wine meets together.

Many things from ancient to modern times are all being discussed with laughter.

This is a poem that Yang Chen liked very much in his previous life. He often talked about it. When he was free, he would recite it silently, experiencing the thoughts contained in this poem.

The turbulent Yangtze River flows eastward, and many heroes disappear like flying waves.

Whether it is right or wrong, or success or failure (the success and fame of heroes in ancient and modern times), it is all empty, and it has disappeared with the passage of time.

The green hills (rivers and mountains) of that year still exist, and the sun still rises and sets.

The white-haired hermit by the river has long been accustomed to the changes of the years.

It's a rare meeting with an old friend, and a glass of wine is enjoyed happily. So many things throughout the ages are put into (people's) talking and laughing.

This is a poem chanting history, which expresses the emotions of life by narrating the rise and fall of history.

Judging from the whole word, the tone is generous and tragic, with endless meaning, which makes people feel soul-stirring when reading it, and can't help but add thousands of emotions to my heart.

While making readers feel desolate and tragic, this poem creates an atmosphere of indifference and tranquility, and reflects lofty artistic conception and profound philosophy of life.

The author tries to explore the eternal value in the rush and precipitation of the long river of history, and seeks the profound philosophy of life between success and failure. It has a sense of the rise and fall of history and the ups and downs of life, reflecting a kind of noble sentiment and broad-minded mind. .

While savoring this poem, readers seem to feel that what is rushing away is not the surging water of the Yangtze River, but the ruthless history; as if they have heard a sigh of history, so they look for the eternal value of life in the sigh.

The Yangtze River is rolling, rushing eastward, irresistible and unstoppable.

The waves splash, and the heroes of the ages are buried in it.Whether it is right or wrong; success or failure, fame and career, in a blink of an eye, they will disappear with the river and disappear without a trace.

Only the green hills still stand in front of me, watching the sunset again and again.

When he was silently analyzing the words and sentences of this song that he suddenly felt, his mind suddenly moved, and his eyes were full of divine light, and he looked under the ship.

"Murderous?"

Yang Chen turned his eyes to the Ninth Prince beside him, and saw that the Ninth Prince's body also tensed up, and his eyes showed great anger. He never thought that someone would come to assassinate him and others at this time.

"Master Yang, please enter the cabin to prevent accidents."

The Ninth Prince walked to Yang Chen's side by mistake, and whispered to Yang Chen.

Yang Chen shook his head and said, "No need, this time, quite a few people came, it's the same no matter where I am."

Looking at the river of autumn water, Yang Chen's whole body was restrained, and a cold killing intent was faintly visible.

On the big river, there is another big boat coming with the wind and waves.

On the big boat, there was a group of people, all covered in black scarves and dressed in black, full of killing intent.

The thick killing intent condensed together, suspended in mid-air, and turned into a blood-colored dark cloud.

"It's such a strong killing intent. I really don't know how many people they killed to condense such a blood-colored dark cloud."

Yang Chen shot a cold gaze. From these people, he could tell that these people should be top-notch killers who exist exclusively for killing people.

It is not a pity to die for such a person.

"Ninth Prince, before these people arrive, we should deal with those people in the water. Otherwise, wait a while, our ship may sink in the water."

"what?"

The Ninth Prince was taken aback for a moment, and then became furious, "They are planning to rebel!"

This group of water ghosts are very good at holding their breath. They are covered by sprays, and almost no breath is leaked. If they are not prepared, this group of water ghosts will chisel open the boat and rush out from under the water. Many people who will lose the Ninth Prince.

"Li Jiu, hurry up and take people down, and kill all the water ghosts, leaving no one behind."

A master who draws energy into the body, has a dark complexion, skinny eyes, and is full of energy. Hearing this, he bows his hands and wants to lead people down to kill these water ghosts from the bottom of the water.

"There's no need to trouble yourself. I have a poem that can kill these people."

Unmoved by the wind and rain, Yang Chen stood on the deck without any change of color. He looked at the rolling river below the boat, let go of his voice, and his voice was like thunder, resounding over the river.

A poem that lasted through the ages, and then spread in this world.

A residual sun spreads in the water, half of the river is half red.

On the third night of the third month of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.

The sound was like thunder, shaking the nine heavens, and spread across both sides of the river. Many people heard this poem.

As Yang Chen recited, behind Yang Chen, a white jade willow tree emerged. The whole body of the white jade willow tree was crystal clear, with white talent surging.

At this time, when the talent exploded, a bright moon appeared above the sky in the daytime.

In addition, there is a sky full of stars.

"Day and stars appear?"

In this small world, day and night are reversed, and the stars and the moon are in the sky, making many ordinary people feel that it is a god who came to the world, and they feel fear.

Whoosh!
A thick beam of moonlight shot down from the silver plate inlaid in the sky.

This moonlight is as thick as a child's arm, shining brightly like electricity, illuminating the entire sky. When it is close to the big river, the thick moonlight, as if it has spirituality, transforms into a moonlight bow in the sky.

Form the Moonlight Arrow!

After the Moonlight Bow appeared, an arrow of the Moonlight God appeared on the Moonlight Bow, as if a god descended from the earth and stood in the sky. The Moonlight Bow was automatically drawn into a semicircle and aimed at the river.

Whoosh whoosh!
One after another, the moonlight arrows shot down and landed in the water.

And in the water, there are drops of water boiling like pearls, turning into powerful killers.

The dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow!
The bottom of the river was bright red, and a strong smell of blood came from under the water.

(End of this chapter)