Futian swordsman

Chapter 49

The purple qi comes from the east, the three flowers gather at the top, and the five qi are towards the Yuan Dynasty.

The vitality of the True Origin Realm, around Chen Wuzhen, has undergone a very special change.

Chen Wuzhen's temperament also seems to be completely compatible with the ghosts in the world, forming a complete whole.

At this moment, he didn't activate the "Hidden Dragon Art", but it still seemed to gradually dissipate into the void.

He turned himself into a poem, a picture scroll.

A picture scroll of "Lonely Indus Deep Courtyard Locking Qingqiu".

In the picture scroll, the sky and the earth are full of blood, the light is so dim and obscure, and the environment is so bleak and desolate.

"The three realms of literature and Taoism are entry, entry into Taoism, and great achievement. And above this, there is also the ultimate path—the law of the Taoist realm."

"It's like under normal circumstances, the realm of Martial Dao True Alchemy only has the eighth level realm, but in fact there is the ninth level of extreme dao realm."

"However, these have nothing to do with me - I have been invincible for thousands of years in my previous life, and it doesn't matter whether I practice or not in this life."

In such a bloody environment, Chen Wuzhen let the ghosts around him growl and scream, but he didn't care.

"Chichi-"

In a single thought, his brows were like a ray of light.

He is like the creator god in this piece of Dao Realm, with a terrifying will born all over his body.

"Om-"

That invisible ray of light, which is enough to make any soul feel extremely bright, instantly turned into wisps of ripple-like energy, and suddenly dispersed in all directions.

And the bloody shadow area that was originally shrouded in blood, although it has returned to normal at this time, has lost all vitality.

Chen Wuzhen's gaze returned to normal again.

He looked up.

The ants on the ground, the birds on the branches, the bugs on the lawn, etc., all seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

However, all of these have lost their vitality.

In a pathetic state of Taoism, all died.

"The realm, the second level of the true essence realm has been completed."

"It's true that I haven't cultivated, but I still made a breakthrough. I guess Ling Xi won't believe it if I tell it."

"Or, she will think that it is her strength improvement that has caused my progress."

"Oh, there's no way, it's just so powerful."

Chen Wuzhen smiled, his gaze became deeper.

……

The night is cold as water.

"what--"

In her sleep, Fang Lingxi suddenly cried out in surprise, like a midnight fright, and suddenly sat up in shock.

This violent movement instantly caught the attention of Fang Cuili, who was sleeping soundly on the bed next to her.

"Miss, what's the matter?"

Fang Cuili rubbed her sleepy eyes, and came to Fang Lingxi's bedside in a daze.

"It's nothing, I suddenly felt something very special, probably because of some insight. You continue to sleep, and I will sit down and sleep again."

Fang Lingxi said softly.

Fang Cuili looked at Fang Lingxi in a daze, and said distressedly: "Miss, you don't have to devote yourself to practicing so much. If you can't sleep and eat like this, the effect will not be very good. In addition, my uncle now knows the art of destiny, and the realm has reached The True Yuan Realm has already begun to enter the right track, so don’t worry too much, miss.”

"Well, I know, go to bed."

Fang Lingxi smiled at Fang Cuili, then sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to practice again.

Seeing this, Fang Cuili didn't say anything else, she yawned and said, "Okay then, miss, Cuili is going to sleep first."

As Fang Cuili said, she fell on the opposite bed in a daze, and soon fell asleep.

"I don't know why, I suddenly woke up from my dream, and then... I suddenly want to recite poems and compose Fu?"

"It's as if, half asleep and half awake, there is a feeling of enlightenment, and suddenly I feel that writing to convey the Tao can temper the heart of the Tao and sharpen the will?"

"Is this also the awakening of some instinctive talents brought about by the gradual awakening of my blood?"

"It's just that this kind of midnight terror and palpitations of restless soul is very uncomfortable."

Fang Lingxi muttered to herself, then stood up gently.

She looked up at the double waning moons in the sky, and her mood became inexplicably complicated.

"Sister Ling Xi, are you okay? What happened just now?"

Outside the door, Lin Shiqin's voice came softly, with obvious concern.

"It's nothing, it's so late, sister Shiqin hasn't rested yet?"

Fang Lingxi opened the door of the room and saw Lin Shiqin who was standing pretty under the moon, and while responding softly, she was also very guilty.

She knew that her exclamation earlier, although not loud, had awakened Lin Shiqin.

"No, didn't I say it before, after getting a few fairy poems these days, I tossed and turned, and couldn't sleep."

Lin Shiqin smiled slightly, and then walked into Lin Shiqin's room.

"Sister Shiqin, my soul was throbbing inexplicably, and then I woke up like a shock. There is nothing dangerous, and my sister is worried."

Fang Lingxi smiled wryly.

"Soul throbbing? What's going on? Could it be that the soul is wounded?"

Lin Shiqin was taken aback.

"No, it's not, it's just suddenly... It seems that I have become a little enlightened about poetry and writing. It seems that I have a sense of sobriety, and then I feel that those poems handed down from generation to generation are really beautiful and artistic."

Fang Lingxi thought for a while, but she didn't hide anything, and told her own situation.

"Huh? So that's it. Congratulations to my sister, the talent in Wen Dao has been awakened, so that a natural transformation of Taoism has been born. In terms of Wen Dao, I have already started!"

Lin Shiqin said in surprise.

"Ah? Is there such a saying?"

Fang Lingxi was also a little dazed.

"Yes, this kind of change belongs to the 'natural entry' in terms of literature and Taoism. That is, in the future, Ling Xi, you can instinctively sense the beautiful artistic conception contained in any poem, and even in your mind, you can completely form a beautiful poem. The picture of - of course, that is your own exclusive picture.

That may not be the real picture presented in the poem, but the gap is not too big. "

Lin Shiqin explained excitedly.

Before, although she was able to discuss poetry and Taoism with Fang Lingxi, she had already entered the country in terms of poetry attainments.Fang Lingxi, on the other hand, only belongs to the level of lovers, and can only appreciate the beauty of poetry and songs, but she may not be able to truly understand where the specific beauty is.

But now, Fang Lingxi's progress can be said to be a real layman stepping into the door in one fell swoop.

"It turns out... so there are such benefits in Wen Dao? Doesn't that mean that every entry of poetry is almost equivalent to an ethereal and epiphany state of 'cannot be without thoughts'?"

Fang Lingxi seemed to grasp something, her voice trembled slightly.

"Yes, even, the effect of Wen Dao on cultivating sentiment, sharpening will, and tempering Dao heart is far better than ordinary penance, or even epiphany! Sister Ling Xi, you have such a talent in this regard, really! ...It is really surprising!

In this way, it shouldn't be a big problem for you, Ling Xi, to enter Haoyue Academy and get the extra quota for special recruitment. "

Lin Shiqin said excitedly.

She knew very well that Chen Wuzhen must disdain to go to any academy.

However, Chen Wuzhen will definitely follow Fang Lingxi—or Fang Lingxi will never abandon Chen Wuzhen no matter where he goes.

"Ling Xi, now you have to comprehend Mr. Chen a little more... Let's take a look at the artistic conception of your husband's song "Moon House Spring"—perhaps, you will be able to understand him."

Lin Shiqin felt emotional in his heart, and at the same time, directly proposed at this moment.

After finishing speaking, she didn't even wait for Fang Lingxi to answer, and directly recited the fairy poem again.

"Zunqian intends to say the date of return, but Chunrong swallows bitterly before saying anything."

"There is love and infatuation in life, this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon."

"Let's not renovate the song from the song, a song can teach the heart."

"I have to see all the flowers in Fucheng, and it's easy to say goodbye to the spring breeze."

After Lin Shiqin recited this poem, Fang Lingxi's delicate body trembled slightly, and tears filled her eyes.

"Husband, does he think that he can't enter the academy because of his poor talent, and that I will say goodbye to him after I go to Haoyue Academy?"

"Life is full of love and infatuation. This hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon... Husband, you really care about me."

At that moment, Fang Lingxi comprehended the artistic conception of the poems after realizing the meaning of the poems after they entered the country, which was completely different.

Even, through this poem, because she shares the talent with Chen Wuzhen, she seems to be able to see through the vicissitudes and heaviness, loneliness and loneliness in the depths of Chen Wuzhen's heart.

At that moment, he realized the artistic conception, and had an instant sympathy with Chen Wuzhen. Fang Lingxi's emotions resonated greatly with the poems.

She finally couldn't help it, tears fell from her eyes.

(End of this chapter)