[System] Guo Shi Wushuang

"I don't want to. As a doctor, you have to be like a father without desires and demands, and save the suffering of the soul. Without desires and demands..."

"Isn't it the most painful thing in the world?"

When Yun Yuan first played Sword Three, he chose Wanhua.Although the doctors in the game are far from the doctors here, the reason is the same.He remembered a similar monologue in Jian San Wan Hua's song.

That's exactly what he wanted to say.Although he has no desires now, it does not mean that he will not have them in the future.He is not a selfless person.

"I saved this spiritual suffering, so who will save me? And who will save you, sister?"

Is wanting nothing, the most painful thing in the world?The young man's clear and public voice stopped the guests from leaving. He didn't want to listen to the two of them reminiscing about the past, so he got up and went out immediately, but his hearing was too good, and the door was not fully closed, so he could hear clearly.

Hearing this, Yun Yi frowned slightly, and also sighed.

"Yuan'er, you can do whatever you want. Sister doesn't need to be rescued, and there is nothing she can't do." Yun Yi felt that Yuan'er had become mature, but she had also become a stranger.In the past, Yun Yuan was innocent and pretended to be arrogant. She saw it, but she didn't betray her brother's kindness.

But today's Yunyuan... Even if the words he said were not arrogant, the arrogance was exuded from the bottom of his bones, it was real, arrogance.

Mo Ruoyi, the younger brother, and Mo Ruoyi, the acquaintance.

"Sister, my fire of life is far greater than that of a scholar, and my literary spirit is not weak. According to the laws of Daqin, a scholar can transfer his household registration, is not afraid of power, can kill for defense, and his immediate family members are not under the jurisdiction of the local nobles. The world It’s so big, where can’t I go?”

"I am a literati, a disciple of heaven, and I have been tempered by thunder and calamity. If someone stops me, pen and ink are swords, I will not make him feel better."

"Yuan'er..." Yun Yi knew better than Yun Yuan how terrifying his talent was!Every time you are promoted, you can go to the Confucian Temple to receive the baptism of the saint, which is equivalent to washing the tendons and cutting the marrow to prolong life.And Yun Yuan has not yet been baptized, the fire of life has already flourished to this point!

Although they don't know the function of the fire of life, many people have agreed to regard it as the level of a person's future achievements.A heavenly genius like Yun Yuan in history was at least a great Confucian!

"It's not that I don't want to be Qing Guan." Yun Yi was not overjoyed, but just looked at Yun Yuan in relief.

"Fengyue Tower gave me a place to play the piano, and even found someone to teach me, which is kind to me. Sister used to worry about what to do with Yuan'er if Yuan'er stepped into the underworld. Now that Yuan'er is promising, ah My sister is also relieved."

Yun Yuan was a little dazed and stopped talking.No one has ever thought of him wholeheartedly. He was an orphan in his previous life, and he took little care of family affection.This woman was as indifferent as water, without any surprise, and gave all her tenderness to her younger brother.It is a blessing to have such a sister.

"Sister, why did you leave before me?" Yun Yuan shook his fan, his beautiful peach eyes narrowed into bewitching arcs.

"In the general meeting, Yuan'er will become a great Confucian in the future, with a minimum lifespan of four hundred years. You are very talented in poetry, and everyone knows that you can increase your lifespan by ten years by citing Lei Shao. Sister knows her own level. Qin Juren on the road is my goal, and we are more than a hundred years away. Yuan'er has really grown up."

"Sister, you still don't understand." Yun Yuan shook his head, continued fanning his folding fan, and smiled slyly. If someone else made this expression, he would look like a profiteer.But the young man is as beautiful as peaches and plums, and Yun Yi, who is used to seeing all kinds of beauties in Fengyue Tower, can't help being amazed by his agile expression.

Yuan'er's appearance is even better than hers, but she is not feminine at all because of her arrogance, which is a very unique beauty.

"Yuan'er, I heard that there was a beautiful man named Han Yan in the Han Dynasty. Yuan'er's appearance is not inferior to him, and there will be many women yearning for him in the future."

Yun Yuan's movement of shaking his fan paused.Sister... do you really know the story of Han Yan?Yun Yi devoted himself to playing the piano, not as well-read as Yun Yuan, probably because he didn't know the unofficial history of Han Yan and Han Wudi.

"I heard that Yinlei's poems can not only increase the life span, but also make the listeners gain insights? Especially when the poems were first born?" Yun Yuan didn't get entangled with Yunyi, and quickly changed the topic.

"I, Yun Yuan, write poems. I don't compose unless I have a vision, and I don't write unless I draw thunder." Not writing doesn't mean not writing. Yun Yuan uses it to express, not the poems that trigger thunder, and there is no need to think carefully.

That being said, he just pretended, using the wisdom of his predecessors, he didn't feel guilty.

"What a big tone." The people outside the door were leaning against the wall, and they couldn't help laughing.

"Yuan'er, you're messing around again." Yun Yi laughed. She didn't wear a veil, and her cold face became soft. The gentleness of a mother must be like this, right?

"—Take the testimony of all the saints." Yun Yuan was stunned by Yun Yuan's words, and the smile froze at the corner of his mouth.

a bolt from the blue!A real bolt from the blue!A thunder sounded directly at dusk, but it disappeared in a flash without landing.This is different from the previous body training, it is to punish those who provoke.

"A bolt from the blue! It didn't fall! What happened? Who made the oath!"

"Since Bansheng has responded to the other party, it should be written about it in the next hundred newspapers."

Many people in Daliang came to their senses, and the commotion broke out again.

By all the saints, very few would do that.Because once it is violated, black thunder will fall from the sky, destroying both body and soul.Moreover, semi-sages, sub-sages, and saints are not the objects of casual jokes. The oaths witnessed by him are either a matter of life or death, or special enough to attract the attention of saints, otherwise the divine consciousness of the saints will not bother to care about you!

The key is that the thunder did not fall!If it is really the latter case, it means that that person has not violated the oath so far!In other words, Yun Yuan has never composed the following poems that do not produce visions!

In the past, Yun Yuan only finished writing one poem, and the others were all written in half and torn up completely.And Yun Yuan who came through also wrote a poem, "Fu Ju".In this world, only Yun Yuan dares to make such an oath!

It is conceivable that as soon as the oath is made, she becomes famous all over the world in one fell swoop!

"Yun Yuan! Are you crazy!" Even Yun Yi, who had always been calm and reserved, became angry.

"You are joking with your life, where do you put me!" Yun Yi worked hard to take care of Yun Yuan, but his younger brother didn't care about his own life at all?Is there anything more irritating than this?

"Sister, death may be heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather. Yun Yuan is destined to be famous in history."

"I'm not a sensationalist, and I value life more than anyone else. This life belongs to my sister, I know." Yun Yuan didn't want to show off how talented he is in plagiarism. He had already completed the skill of shamelessness, and it wasn't because of it. Fame and admiration, his main purpose is to attract the attention of the semi-saint.

He made this oath, and since the half-sage promised to witness, the half-sage could sense his death from now on.That is to say, from the moment he made the oath, there will never be anyone who would embarrass their siblings with unscrupulous means!Although the half-sage will not stand up for them, no one will do stupid things to commit crimes under the eyes of the half-sage.

Weak power, we can only take advantage of it!

Yun Yi couldn't think of so much, and she had no choice but to make the oath.

"Yuan'er, in the future, don't write..." poems.Fortunately, the vows made are poems, at least lyrics, music and articles can still be written.Just when Yun Yi was relieved, her good brother spoke again.

"Yun Xiang's clothes are beautiful and beautiful, and the spring breeze blows the threshold of Revlon. If we don't meet at the top of Qunyu Mountain, we will meet at the moonlight at Yaotai." The work was done in one go, and Yunyi didn't finish his words.

"Yuan'er!!!" The sun was setting outside, and the clouds were dyed a soft color, either purple or orange, and there was a feeling of loneliness and coldness in the chaos.When Yun Yi was frightened and angry, the clouds from the sky poured down, pouring straight from the window onto Yun Yi's body.The sky suddenly turned dark, the sunset suddenly fell, and the moon rose.This is a vision turned into reality!

The clouds become your clothes, you are the flowers, and the flowers are you.Although it is not spring day, when I come back, you will be as happy as the spring breeze.The dew makes the flowers more beautiful, and my poems are willing to be the dew to make your face permanent.Your beauty is hard to find in the world, either on the top of Qunyu Mountain, or under the moon of Yaotai, where else can you see such a beauty besides this fairy land?

As Yun Yuan's own sister, she calmed down and was even more moved.My younger brother swears on his life, the first poem he wrote was for himself, isn't that touching enough?

"I didn't expect that I, Yunyi, would really have a garment made of clouds." Literati are the most wonderful existences, they turn decay into magic, and impossibility into possibility.

"This dress... is soft and elegant, but full of resilience. This poem should not..." Yun Yi caressed the soft brocade clothes that seemed to be flowing. She felt that the moment she put them on, her exhaustion from practicing the piano day and night disappeared. , truly radiant!But in the next second, her face changed, and the orange thunder struck Yun Yuan again!This is the triple thunder catastrophe and the dragon catastrophe!

Li Bai praised Concubine Yang's beautiful poems, which are the best gift for women, which can relieve aging and restore the body to its peak.Of course, this is because Yun Yi is only 20 years old.Judging from Yun Yuan's memory, this poem can at most restore his youth for two or three years.

He couldn't think of verses related to the piano for the time being, what he can do now is to make the eldest sister forget her hard work.

"Hmm..." The person standing outside had a strange expression on his face, he pursed his thin lips, and walked in anyway.He also heard the verse, although the verse had little effect on him, he was still somewhat favored, and since that was the case, he could not leave in secret.He can't do this kind of thing.

He also really wants to see what kind of demeanor the young man who can say these words has!

"In Xiayegucheng, thank you, Brother Yun." As soon as Yegucheng raised his head, he saw the scene where the thunder disappeared, and the young man's white fingertips were still lingering with electricity, trembling from time to time.

Yun Yuan looked at this uninvited man, and twitched the numb corners of his mouth.Ye Gucheng?Is there anyone in this world with the same name as the city lord in "Legend of Lu Xiaofeng"?

The author has something to say: writing this kind of article cannot avoid quoting ancient poems, after all, it is a cool article.But in the future, I will write the poems for the supporting roles myself, and of course I will use the poems of the predecessors.And the following policies and theories will also have my own things, not copying without thinking.

Here comes the male god who is struck by lightning every day.