"Haha, Seventeenth, are you here to join in the fun of the juniors' poetry recital?" Near the sky above Still Water Garden, a bold and old laughter resounded through the sky and also Ye Clan City.
Still Water Garden Inside and outside, people couldn't help but raise their heads and follow the sound when they heard the sound.
This sound is familiar to many people, it is the sound of Ye Clan Third Elder. Ye Clan Third Elder is not only highly respected, but also the person Ye Clan is most likely to be promoted to a saint in a thousand years.
Immediately afterwards, they were surprised to find that a large number of treasure ships and spaceships, or monks standing in the sky, had arrived in the sky above Shisui Garden.
Moreover, in the blink of an eye, the sky above Still Water Garden was filled with treasure ships, Flying Boat and people, etc., so densely packed that they almost covered the sky and the earth.
It turns out that not everyone is eligible to participate in Still Water Poetry Meet, and there are also some people with high status who are inconvenient to participate directly. So, after they arrived, they hovered above to watch.
The monk's eyesight and hearing are so strong that a distance of two, three, four or five miles is nothing.
Everyone was shocked. The poem written by Jiang Ping'an actually alarmed the third elder and the seventeenth elder, and even came to witness it in person.
"Today's people cannot see the ancient moon, but today's moon once illuminated the ancients.
People in ancient times and today are like water flowing, and they look at the bright moon together like this. "
On another song, Top-Grade Treasure Ship, an old voice began to read in a cadence.
Different from others who just read, this voice is filled with abundant emotions and understanding of the great road, as well as mana, Spiritual Sense and so on.
For a moment, a huge picture illusion appeared in the sky above Still Water Garden.
The bright moon hangs high above the long river. The river flows quietly from one end of the sky to the other end, occasionally turning up a few waves. The river water appears in a long and ever-changing picture. Some people died and turned into a tomb, some people were born, and some people were in their prime and wanted to do great things...
Everyone saw the illusion and couldn't help but be immersed in it. Some of the monks with high understanding gained insights. This insight was the law of time.
Ye Family Ancient Clan's technique includes the cultivation of the law of time.
The illusion of the picture slowly dissipated after reading the four lines of the poem. Then, the voice responded to Ye Clan Third Elder's words, "These four lines of poetry express the state of mind of the monks like us. Third brother, can't you sit still too?"
"Haha, good poetry should be savored." Ye Clan Third Elder smiled.
While Ye Clan Third Elder and Ye Clan Seventeenth Elder were talking, everyone was already shocked. The poem written by Jiang Ping'an actually alarmed the third elder and the seventeenth elder, and even came to witness it in person.
The talented man and beautiful woman on Still Water Poetry Meet were so excited that they were actually in this famous scene that was rare in a thousand years.
Although most of the people who arrived did not land at Still Water Garden, there were still a few treasure ships that entered Still Water Garden, including Ye Qingxuan.
Ye Qingxuan was a little embarrassed at first. After all, she looked down on her and refused to participate. Then she came after listening to two poems. She was arrogant at first and respectful at the end. However, when she saw several familiar cousins, cousins, aunts, etc. coming over, she was not embarrassed at all.
In fact, Ye Qingtian attaches great importance to this marriage and sent people to notify most of the unmarried women of the Ye Clan's direct lineage.
Jiang Ping'an also noticed the situation above Still Water Garden. He couldn't help but feel surprised. It was just two poems, so there was no need to make such a big fuss, right?
"Mr. Lang, you are so powerful. You shocked the whole city with just two poems." Lan Yu whispered, with a smile on his face, sharing the honor.
Jiang Ping'an smiled and said softly, "Low-key, low-key."
Lan Yu couldn't help but cover his mouth and chuckle.
Under the gaze of countless people inside and outside the garden, Mr. Su took a deep breath and said in his voice with unprecedented solemnity and expectation:
"Question Three: Immortality!"
"Longevity! This is what monks of our generation have been seeking all their lives, and it is also an eternal question! Please write a poem, lyrics, or rhyme with the title 'Longevity' in a stick of incense! Express your thoughts and inquire about the great truth!"
"Immortality!" As soon as the title came out, the entire Still Water Garden atmosphere suddenly became solemn and heavy. This is no longer a romance, but a proposition that points directly to the monk's ultimate pursuit! Its weight is far greater than the previous water and moon questions!
Sandalwood is lit and smoke curls up.
However, no one wrote poetry at all, and everyone focused on Jiang Ping'an.
Ye Gucheng, Yang Tingyu and others also gave up writing poetry.
With Jiang Ping'an here, who can write poetry?
Two consecutive shocking poems have completely defeated their will to resist Jiang Ping'an in terms of poetic talent.
The third question is already a one-man show by Jiang Ping'an, without even a green leaf as a foil.
Jiang Ping'an noticed that everyone was staring at him, waiting for his poem, and also noticed that no one was writing poems, so he stopped procrastinating.
I saw him picking up a pen and writing the first line of the poem on the paper. The middle-aged monk then read it aloud:
"When will Changsheng ask for truth?"
There was an uncontrollable excitement in his voice, and even a slight change in tone.
Seven words, like seven invisible heavy hammers, hit everyone's hearts hard!
Changsheng asked? When will it be true? This questioning, which was straight to the heart and almost blasphemous, instantly pierced all the beautiful illusions about immortality and ascension. There was a gasp of air in the waterside pavilion, and some people even subconsciously covered their chests, as if they were stabbed to the core by this naked question.
There was no pause in the stroke of the pen, Jiang Ping'an's wrist was moving steadily, and the second sentence was already on the paper.
"My smile is like a mustard dust!"
The middle-aged monk's voice suddenly rose, with a hearty and wild tone:
"My smile is like a mustard dust!"
The word "laugh"! The word "laugh"! Facing the vast world, the boundless time, and the despairing moat of immortality, he actually "laughed"! This smile is not contemptuous, but a wild and uninhibited expression that breaks through the insignificance of life! It is a mockery of that high, cold and ruthless road! A majestic momentum that looked down on the common people and transcended everything exploded with these seven words!
Everyone's expressions changed involuntarily, and they were shocked by Jiang Ping'an's majestic and aloof demeanor.
Jiang Ping'an's eyes were focused, his writing was erratic, and his speed suddenly accelerated. The third and fourth sentences are completed in one go, like a surging river, with a decisive momentum that destroys all falsehoods!
"When Golden Crow falls into the sea, it is difficult for the light to stay, and when Jade Rabbit flies into the sky, it is easy for the shadow to fall!"
The middle-aged monk's voice was almost hoarse with passion, and every word seemed to be spoken with all his strength:
"When Golden Crow falls into the sea, it is difficult for the light to stay, and when Jade Rabbit flies into the sky, it is easy for the shadow to fall!"
The sun (Golden Crow) sinks into the sea, and its brilliance will eventually fade away; the moon (Jade Rabbit) rises into the sky, and its clear shadow will also perish! This is more than just writing about the rotation of the sun and the moon? It was clear that the most permanent symbol of time in the world was used as a sacrifice, completely tearing apart the illusion of immortality!
Time is ruthless, even the sun and moon cannot stay forever, they will eventually fall into the sea and perish! This cold law of the universe was nakedly presented in front of all the monks by Jiang Ping'an with such a magnificent and cruel image!
In the sky above Still Water Garden, Ye Clan Third Elder and Ye Clan Seventeenth Elder couldn't help but hold their breath and look forward to Jiang Ping'an's next poem. Their gazes, which were staring at the rice paper in front of Jiang Ping'an in the air, solidified into four golden beams of light.