i have a sword fairy

Zhao Rong remembered that in his own time and space, a literary master once put forward a similar theory of three realms of life for poets:

"In ancient and modern times, those who achieve great careers and ask great questions must pass through three realms: 'Last night, the west wind withered green trees. Climbing up tall buildings alone, looking to the end of the world'. This is the first realm.' For Yixiao to make people haggard'. This is the second realm. 'The crowd searched for him thousands of times, and when I looked back, the man was there, where the lights were dim'. This was the third realm."

And the poems made by the poets of the three realms are likely to be the three grades of Denglou, Luohua, and Nanshan divided by the Confucian saints in this world.

As for the realm with me and without me,

There is my realm, and I see things with me, so everything has my color.

In the realm of no-self, we look at things in terms of things, so we don't know what is self and what is thing.

It's actually quite understandable.

Emotions are better than sights with me; scenes without me hide emotions.The emphasis is different.

After thinking about this, Zhao Rong's doubts were easily resolved.

"So the words I wrote to Qian'er that day to break through the realm were fallen flowers with my realm?"

"should be."

It is no wonder that after the poem was written, there was no radiant vision on the paper, it turned out to be understood and absorbed by Qian'er on the spot.

When it comes to Qian'er, Zhao Rong suddenly misses her a little, and she doesn't know what this girl is doing now...

"Confucianism is indeed uniquely blessed in the Haoran Realm. I have seen all kinds of strange Haoran Realm exercises, but in the end, I still feel that the Confucian practice in this realm is closest to the original Dao of Haoran Realm."

"Uh, you Haoranjing is following the Confucian way?"

"No."

"The Haoran realm is too simple, I just choose a set of exercises at will and it's over."

"..."

I shouldn't ask!

Zhao Rong came back to his senses. He didn't pay attention to the people on the field. Instead, he turned to look at Liu Sanbian, who liked "Qingshan". His mind moved, and he randomly pulled the rice paper on the table with the poems on the table to the side. , and lay down a new sheet of paper.

The hearts and hearts of the people around him trembled.

Be careful, this is a stylistic poem!

But the scholar in front of the desk didn't take it seriously and continued to go his own way.

I saw him rolling up his sleeves with one hand and holding a pen with ink in the other.

Write the next line slowly.

"Three Changes to the Willow"

Chapter 15 Aoyama

I insist that Qingshan will not relax,

The root was originally in the broken rock.

Thousands of blows are still strong,

Ren Er has east, west, south, north winds.

The first floor of Qingfeng Pavilion was silent at this moment, and needles could be heard.

The scholar picked up the pen, splashed ink, and stopped writing a set of movements that flowed smoothly and in one go.

Looking at his expression again, he was very calm and calm, not like he did it on purpose.

It seems that writing a poem is as simple as eating and drinking for him!

It's just that everyone has not had time to think about it, and their eyes are attracted by the new poem on the table.

It's still that fresh font,

Floating like a floating cloud, arrogant like a frightening dragon.

Some knowledgeable monks frowned.

What kind of calligraphy is this?Regular script?It doesn't seem to be, it seems to be some kind of deformation of it, the regular script is upright and stable, but it is elegant and free.

But most people did not pay attention to Zhao Rong's font, but focused on the "spectacle" of the new poem.

I saw a green mountain appearing out of thin air on the paper, with a wall of thousands of meters. A green bamboo stands proudly upright, standing among the cliffs and rock crevices, and strong winds blow from all directions.

This new poem can actually break the artistic conception out of the paper!

Everyone suddenly felt that the surrounding air seemed to be a little heavier.

And the cultivator with a high level of cultivation even noticed that the Qi Hai Aura was about to move.

There was silence in the lobby for a moment.

"Luohuapin... has my realm."

Someone opened his mouth with dry lips.

Most people remained silent, but the sound of breathing in the lobby grew thicker in vain.

Especially those cultivators below the Haoran Realm stared at the Falling Flower Poem with fiery eyes.

They were still a little calm when they saw the Climbing Item before, because the Climbing Item can only be used by cultivators of Haoranjing and above to increase their spiritual energy.

And now, the song in front of me is a falling flower!

I don't know how many monks on the mountain are stuck in the bottleneck of Fuyao Realm, and now there is a chance that they can be promoted directly to Haoran Realm.

After Zhao Rong signed the new poem, he put down his pen and observed it coldly for a moment. He noticed that some people's eyes were not right. He suddenly reacted and immediately rolled up the two rice papers containing the poems on the table.

It is said that the poems in the realm of mine will turn into ordinary things once they are absorbed by others.

Fortunately, in such a short period of time, no one has been able to resonate emotionally and integrate artistic conception with this song.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be a big loss? This is what I promised to send to the Sanbian brother. If I write poems and poems in the future, I should pay attention...

Some people with hot eyes saw Zhao Rong guarding against thieves and put away the poems, their eyes eating people.

Zhao Rong chuckled lightly, raised his hand and stroked the pair of beautiful jades around his waist, while looking at those people with a dull gaze.

Immediately, most of the impulsive people calmed down, and a few, even if they still had thoughts, did not dare to show it on the face.

Although the scholar in front of him has no cultivation base, he is indeed a scholar of Linlu Academy, and the operation of throwing out a poem of falling flowers is even more incredible. It is very likely that he is not an ordinary student of the academy, but a mountain chief or someone. A disciple of Mr.

You must know that the mountain leader of Linlu Academy is one of the highest-level people in Wangquezhou.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, feeling that this tiger skin from Linlu Academy was very useful.

He turned his head to look at Liu Sanbian with complicated eyes beside him, and smiled lightly.

"This is a little brother's intention, please accept it, brother."

To Zhao Rong's surprise, Liu Sanbian did not shirk at all and took over two poems directly.

"Thank you sir."

Immediately, Liu Sanbian looked at the crowd again, glancing at some people gloomily.

Zhao Rong followed his gaze and looked at the people with ugly faces. Thinking about it, he should be more cautious in the future, and he can't be as reckless as he is today. What about eating this?

Most of the people in the surrounding crowd who knew the whole story, looked at Liu Sanbian with admiration.

A low-grade spirit stone was exchanged for a word for climbing a building, a poem with my realm and falling flowers, and even a promising reading seed from Linlu Academy.

This can already be regarded as a great blessing on Wangquezhou Mountain.

Some people are jealous and remorseful.

Some people sigh, drink and peck, all have a certain number.

Liu Sanbian whispered a few words to Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong nodded, picked up the bookcase again, and followed him to leave.

The girl in green, who had been watching Zhao Rong's every move, blushed.

She actually witnessed the birth of a falling flower poem, these things that could only be seen in the mountain mansion or books in the past are now happening in front of her!

She looked at Zhao Rong dazedly, and seeing that he was about to leave, she hurriedly pulled out her handkerchief and chased after him.

I don't know if he is willing to be... a pen pal with whom I correspond.

It's just that there are many people who are more eager than the girl. When they saw Zhao Rong leaving, they hurriedly surrounded him.

The girl couldn't squeeze forward, so she spun around in a hurry.

Behind her, her senior brother sighed.Where can the reading seeds of Linlu Academy be climbed by us small schools.

"Young master still has imported poems, and Qingfengju is willing to buy them all at a premium."

"Young master, please stay, the slave family wants to invite you to the manor for a chat."

"Can you come to Shiji Mountain as a guest?"

"Son..."

"Son..."

Zhao Rong waved his hand and walked outside, but the crowd didn't dare to bar him, so the crowd divided a path for him and Liu Sanbian to walk.

It was only at this time that Zhao Rong really realized how attractive a scholar who could write poetry is to the lower-level monks.The status of this kind of academy scholar on the mountain is probably similar to the traffic star of the previous life...

It's no wonder they are so enthusiastic.

The Xuanhuang Realm is so big. There are more than [-] countries and dynasties in the southwest of Wangque Continent alone. There are thousands of ordinary people, but the proportion of them with cultivation talents is very small. Most of them are like Zhao Rong. Practice waste.

Except for a very small number of geniuses among these practitioners, most of them will be stuck for more than ten years just at the bottleneck of the Fuyao realm, not to mention the latter realms such as the Haoran realm, like the 28-year-old Jindan from the Sifu of Taiqing Environmental graduation standards are simply a fantasy for them.

But this is the cruelty of the cultivation world on the mountain. Those with outstanding talent will break through the mirror all the way and get the most resources; while those with insufficient qualifications will face the bottleneck of the realm like a moat, sighing and sighing, and resources are scarce, so they can only grab the leftovers.

Therefore, the quality poetry that can help people save decades of practice time is very attractive, and it is very popular among monks on the mountain.

Zhao Rong finally squeezed out of the crowd and came to the door of Qingfengju.

At this moment, there was someone Zhao Rong unexpectedly standing outside the door.

Haven't run yet?

Zhao Rong glanced at Lin Qingxuan, then looked away, preparing to leave directly.

However, Lin Qingxuan took the initiative to "stop" him.

At this moment, Lin Qingxuan's face was pale, and he did not have a folding fan in his hand.

"It was Qingxuan who had eyes but didn't know Mount Tai, and disturbed Mr. Wang, Mr. Haihan!"

He bowed to Zhao Rong and saluted.

The waist is very low.

Zhao Rong didn't speak, and he didn't dare to get up.

He felt humiliated at the moment.

But when he thought of Linlu Academy, his heart trembled and he could only hold back.

Although his family, Lanxi Lin's family, is not necessarily afraid of making bad friends with a Linlu Academy's reading seeds, it also depends on whether it is worth it.

He is usually outside, relying on the identity of the direct descendant of the Lanxi Lin family, he is very arrogant and domineering, but he knows in his heart that he is not valued in the family. The older brother who has high hopes for the family.

If his brother knew the cause of today's incident, his fate would be worse than it is now.

Zhao Rong stared at him for a while, and finally spoke to him for the first time since they met.

It was also what Zhao Rong wanted to ask the villains most when he was reading a novel.

"Why are you taking the initiative to provoke me?"

No.16 Chapter Xuanhuang Chronicle

This is a slightly cramped closed room.

A small bed, a desk, a wooden chair.

In the corner is a red bookcase.

There are no frills in the house.