Reborn for ten thousand years, the Eternal Heavenly Lord

The rising sun always represents hope and new life. Some people like it, and some people hate it. Some people like the vigorous energy of the rising sun and its ability to dispel smog, making the world brighter; while some people hate the appearance of the rising sun, which always reminds them to work at sunrise. Yes, your own time is always so short.

The night will eventually pass, and the day will eventually come, and we have to run for three meals, exchange time for money, start to face reality, and...

There are two sides to the needle, some people like it and some people don't. Wu Hao sighed for a while, but in the end he still admired the ancient structure and positive attitude.

What made him think of poems was nothing more than some common words and phrases that were easy to remember and were classic and easy to remember in the talk and laughter of the Great Overlord. For some reason, when he looked at the rising sun (sun), he couldn't help but think of the unfinished "Wanglu Mountain Waterfall" carved on the chair. It's considered emotional.

"Rizhao incense burner emits purple smoke, and I can see the waterfall hanging in Qianchuan from a distance. It is flying down three thousand feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way is falling for nine days."

Wu Hao finished reciting the entire poem in a mellow tone, with an empty mind and without too much thinking.

But at the moment when the poem was recited, Wujia Village felt as if a giant hand had lifted the entire village a few inches above the ground. A soft but huge light curtain descended from above, covering the village as a place for reciting the poem - Wu Hao's residence has become the core of the light curtain. A light beam as thick as a fist falls into the courtyard, spreads out the moment it touches the ground, and blends into the entire house. The ground and walls are covered with a layer of fluorescent light, silently changing the courtyard. The material of all objects in it.

Far away in the county seat, the Huanghuali Taishi chair with two lines of poetry engraved on it automatically completed the poem, and a light blue light also rose.

Wang Wei and Xue Li, who had just said goodbye to Wu Hao and rushed back to the county, looked at each other and were overjoyed.

Xue Li looked at the sky-blue light pillars in the direction of Wujiacun, and said with trembling words: "Chant the Tao! I hope to see Daxing!"

Wang Wei was equally excited and muttered: "The vision is so amazing. If it were a song, how many lives could be saved? No, I have to go and see."

The blue clouds rise at a steady pace, and Wang Wei goes with the wind.

Xue Li glanced at Wujia Village and then in the direction of the county government. Strange phenomena appeared in both places. What should he do?Mr. Wang can move around at will. He is a parent official. There is a vision in the county government. He is his base camp. This vision is gentle and seems harmless, but the methods of the strange monster are too unbelievable, so you must be on guard!

I took two quick steps in the direction Mr. Wang was going, looked at Wujia Village, and then looked back at the county government office. What a dilemma!

Xue Li didn't have much time to think, so he shook his sleeves heavily, and went to the county government office without looking back.

Lan Xia's eyes are smart and lively, and the key is big. At this moment, she sees Wu Hao bathing in the beam of light, looking like a handsome young man, with his green shirt moving in the wind. In addition, at this moment, Wu Hao is feeling the talent and energy here, focused and serious. , for a moment, she forgot to close her mouth, and looked at Wu Hao with her eyes wide open, in disbelief.

"When I get excited, a poem appears. It seems that I will have to lose my temper with my husband more often and have more troubles in the future. Maybe I can write hundreds of poems in the future." Lan Xia was even more excited than Wu Hao when she saw Wu Hao's achievements. His widened eyes could no longer be separated from Wu Hao, and his eyes were full of admiration.

The strange phenomenon in the sky is getting more and more intense. In addition to the light curtain light pillar, there is a bright light at the interface of the light curtain hanging continuously in the sky at this moment. The light curtain falling from the gap forms a piece. From a distance, it looks like the Milky Way. The water turned into mist, and the flowing light curtain made it possible to visualize the scene of the Milky Way falling into the sky.

This vision made Wang Wei very happy. He rushed to Wujiacun excitedly, stretched out his hand to touch the starlight of Wenqu, and it was clear that it was Fuge!

He stepped lightly but did not slow down, and entered through the door of Wu Hao's courtyard. Although he was mentally prepared, he was still shocked by this vision.

A curtain of water enveloped Wu Hao's whole body, with layers upon layers of which he didn't know how many. Although he didn't come close to him, the resistance was so far away that he was still very resilient.

Wu Hao realized his talent, and Lan Xia looked at him with admiration. Master Wang was overjoyed, but he was highly concentrated and cautious.

After lasting for about two-quarters of an hour, the vision of heaven and earth finally slowly faded away, and Wu Hao gained a temperament, the temperament of chanting Tao to the sky.

"Wanglu Mountain Waterfall" goes straight into chanting, and it is a rare poem. Five haloes of red, orange, yellow, green and green flashed around Wu Hao's body, and then disappeared into his body.

Immersed in the body-covering realization of talent, he did not realize that there were originally two poems with three haloes in the inner lake in his body. One of them had changed. The poem was longer. The words seemed to have life, rotating and swinging coherently. There are five halos outside that are superimposed one after another.

And the level of cultivation has also entered the realm of studying things and achieving knowledge, and has the foundation to gain a foothold in the scholarly world.

When Wang Wei saw Wu Hao open his eyes, he knew that Wu Hao had finished his enlightenment. He raised his hands and asked sincerely: "Sir, you are a great talent! Please give me some poetry."

As soon as Wu Hao came back to his senses from a mysterious state, he saw Wang Wei standing at the entrance of the yard. He looked behind Mr. Wang and felt more relaxed. He thought: Fortunately, there was only one person and Xue Li didn't come, otherwise another Need to take in a meal.

The two stood opposite each other. Wang Wei carefully read the last two lines of the poem, his expression suddenly calm, nervous and excited.

In the center of the court, there is a huge building group that is one point lower than the imperial city. The huge building is shrouded in starlight. The rows of stone forests seem to have been deliberately arranged by someone, radiating out from high to low. Groups of green and white clothes. , people in brown clothes shuttled back and forth in the stone forest.

The stone forest is divided into seven areas according to the trend of the world, and the height of the stone forest is also seven levels, with seven colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple.

A man in a blue robe and a Confucian robe stood on the stone steps between the fifth and sixth place. Suddenly, in the area where Baomu Mansion was distributed, a very strong light came from Timing, Yangxiang, Mingxian, and Dafu and went straight to the Changdao Stone Forest. Make the man look sideways.

The Wenlin of the Confucian Temple is managed by the disciples of the Wenqun, and brings together the world's most talented writers. In a world based on poetry, it is a great honor to join the Wenqun, because the Wenqun is not a sect, but a group of people protected by the stars of literature and music. The team has a unified name, Wenqunzi.

The grades are very simple, but for literati who know etiquette, some things are set as rules, brown, white, cyan, these are the three grades, and the man at this moment is a senior literati disciple wearing Tsing Yi.

"It's basically clear. It's Baomu Mansion. Could it be Wang Wei? He's been stuck in the Four Realms for a long time. Maybe it's a matter of course." The man whispered, and then called out loudly: "Come here, go to Dibang I would like to ask, who is the author of this Taoist poem in Baomu Mansion? Is it Wang Wei?"

The rays of light reached far away in an instant, and Baomu Mansion immediately responded: "I don't know, Lord Wang has left Zhou Mansion for a few days and has not returned yet. It is impossible to confirm whether it is Lord Wang. The place list can only look at the area, and the specific author of the poem cannot be seen. information."

The man in green frowned. Wang Wei left the house without authorization and did not know where he was going. When could the presiding officer of a state be so casual?