world free fairy

Chapter 718

The language of this poem is simple and clear, but persistent and powerful. It vividly describes the free, firm and optimistic character of bamboo born in a harsh environment and growing up in danger.

Bamboo takes root in broken rocks and withstands wind and rain, but it just "holds on to the green hills and does not let go".

The word "bite" expresses the tenacious vitality and firm belief of bamboo.The word "Ren" in the last sentence expresses Zhuzi's fearless, generous, positive and optimistic spirit.

Stick to the green hills and not relax, stand in the broken rock.

Thousands of blows are still strong, let the wind from southeast to northwest.

After this poem appeared, talent surged out, spiritual light shone everywhere, in the green hill, a piece of bamboo was lush and lush, towering into the sky, in midair, there were faint sages appearing, with crowns and high collars, reciting this poem.

The holy voice is sung, as if the real body of the sage has come to this place.

After Yang Chen finished reciting this poem, many visions gradually dissipated.

"It's a classic."

Ninth Prince and Liu Fei looked at each other in disbelief.

With a lot of Confucianism and Taoism, it is often not easy to make a classic in a lifetime, but for Yang Chen, making a classic is as simple as eating and drinking.

"With such a classic handed down from generation to generation, as long as I truly understand this poem clearly, I can bring out the true power of this poem."

If you want to bring out the power of a poem, in addition to comprehending it clearly, you should also worship the original author of the poem as a teacher. After worshiping the original author of the poem as a teacher, you can be blessed by the master's talent and aura, making the power of the poem even stronger. powerful.

"I give this poem to you. I hope you will be like the green bamboo in the poem. On the road of practice, you will always keep your heart, be brave and diligent, and go forward indomitably. No matter how much wind and rain you encounter, you will be able to do it. Thousands of blows are still tenacious, let the wind from southeast to northwest!"

Yang Chen pointed his finger, and saw this poem about green bamboo condensed by the aura of talent and aura, floating in front of Yang Chen.

"go with!"

The poem formed by the condensed talent and aura turned into a ray of light, flew towards Liu Fei's body, and sank into Liu Fei's body. As the poem entered Liu Fei's body, Liu Fei's body was full of evil spirits. Turning into wisps of talent, wisps of aura shrouded his body.

In addition, a sage's voice erupted from Liu Fei's body, like that of Hong Zhong Dalu, and one of them was like Jin Shengyuzhen.

This sage's voice kept chanting this bamboo and stone poem, and every time he chanted, the evil spirit in Liu Fei's body would be transformed into a bit of talent.

At the same time, the voices of sages are constantly vibrating the meridians, bones, muscles, and skin membranes in Liu Fei's body, shaking out the impurities contained in him, and expelling them from the body, making his body more crystal clear and clearer. It's spotless.

"Confucianism and Taoism, cleanse the tendons and cut the marrow?"

The Ninth Prince exhaled softly. He never expected that the power of this poem would have such an effect. It is tenacious even after thousands of blows. This poem is like a sledgehammer, constantly beating on Liu Fei's body, driving away The impurities contained in Liu Fei's body made Liu Fei's body more pure, more transparent, and closer to the nature of heaven.

With the appearance of this classic handed down from ancient times, the place where the vision ascended into the sky has already shocked many scholars who lived in Zizhuyuan. These scholars were originally the proud sons of all countries.

Confucianism and Taoism are profound, poetry and articles, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are omnipotent, and they are all proficient in everything. At this time, they were reading, writing, fishing, and playing chess, and they were enjoying themselves.

Who knew that at this time, someone with talent soared into the sky, turned into majestic mountains, illuminated by spiritual light, condensed thousands of green bamboos, and even had a Confucian and Taoist voice to recite this poem.

"Stay firm on Qingshan and don't relax!"

A scholar with a feather fan towel and a face like a jade crown is sitting on a soft stool beside a small river in a bamboo forest, holding an exquisite fishing rod, squinting his eyes, leisurely fishing with fish.

Just at this time, the holy voice of Confucianism and Taoism came, and he insisted that Qingshan would not relax, which immediately shook his mind, and his calm mood also moved accordingly.

The fishing rod in his hand shook suddenly at this time, and a large purple-gold carp that had already been hooked escaped from the hook. color.

"It's a good one to insist that Qingshan will not relax. Scholars should be so persistent. After choosing a goal, even if you are kneeling, you must go. You will never relax, and you must never find reasons for your possible future failures."

"I don't know who the great sage who wrote this poem is. If there is a chance, I will definitely go to pay a visit."

As a talented scholar, he also knows that those who can write this kind of poem must have experiences that others do not have. This is a sublimation of the wisdom of life, like a bright lamp, which can illuminate the way forward for many people. .

"Stand up in the broken rock!"

There is a very secluded house in the purple bamboo forest. It is a thatched house with air leaks on all sides. However, there is a scholar who uses some thatch to completely cover the air leaks.

Purple bamboo, the sound of the wind, a thatched house, a clear river, and a pale-faced scholar. He was dressed in a coarse cloth with some inconspicuous patches all over his body.

Although his clothes are tattered, his body exudes a unique temperament of a scholar, noble and gorgeous, as if he is here, the whole world.

As he moved and breathed, wisps of talent and aura continuously washed his body.

At this time, he was holding a bundle of thatch, and walking with light steps, when he suddenly heard this line of poetry, he felt something in his heart, and the talent in his whole body suddenly shrank, burst out, and turned into a pole The green bamboo, the aura is also brighter.

"It is worthy of being a classic handed down from generation to generation. It has made my cultivation level that has not improved for many years go a step further."

"I don't know who is the one who can write such classic poems. It seems that there are so many talented people in the crouching tiger and hidden dragon in the poems of various countries this time."

"But no matter what, since I'm here this time, I'm bound to be famous all over the world. I'll crush anyone who stands in my way until he obeys."

This humble scholar was full of fighting spirit, a raging fire was burning in his heart, he rubbed his palms, his muscles were tense, his eyes were firm, and he had a kind of tenacity against thousands of blows, with a book and a pen in his heart, and an indomitable momentum.

(End of this chapter)