For those of average comprehension,
they had to ponder it day and night before they could have even the slightest chance.
Not everyone was a genius like Ye Dingzhi.
"Brother Ye, not bad!"
Baili Dongjun walked over and patted Ye Dingzhi on the shoulder.
There was no jealousy in his eyes.
Only delight.
"In Second Mister's poem, sword intents crisscrossed everywhere. At a rough glance alone, I can already sense dozens of sword intents intertwined within it."
"And every character concealed profound mysteries, as though hiding something within."
"It's a pity I could only comprehend one or two things from it."
Ye Dingzhi felt somewhat regretful. The poem Second Mister had presented was absolutely a supreme treasure of martial arts beneath the heavens.
Yet in such a short time, he could only grasp a little of its surface.
Ye Dingzhi also patted Baili Dongjun on the shoulder and encouraged him, "Dongjun, you can definitely do it too."
The words were simple enough.
But truly wanting to comprehend something from it
was incomparably difficult.
Just then, Yan Feifei, the first person to pass through the Heart-Questioning Illusion Realm during the Preliminary Test, stepped forward again.
She said, "I also comprehended something from Second Mister's poem just now."
"I humbly ask Second Mister to take a look!"
Yan Feifei leaped into the air. Her movement technique was still remarkably skillful, but this time,
her lightness skill carried an unusual artistic conception.
Yan Feifei had clearly exerted little force, yet she rose with the wind and reached the highest point of Qianjin Platform in a single leap.
Then she descended, carrying the force of a thousand jun.
It was as though she weighed a thousand jin and intended to stir the vast sea into chaos!
Yan Feifei said smugly, "The great roc rises with the wind in a single day, soaring ninety thousand li. This movement technique was comprehended from Second Mister's verse."
"I'll call it Soaring!"
Everyone was stunned once more. Were there truly so many geniuses in this world?
Why could others comprehend artistic conceptions and movement techniques from the lines of a poem,
while no matter how they looked, they could not see any mysteries at all?
[Ding! You have imparted the Soaring movement technique to Yan Feifei. Reward: Wind-Walking Water-Stepping!]
Jiang Mu Ming looked at Yan Feifei with interest.
Her comprehension of lightness skills was truly impressive. She was indeed a promising talent.
Wind-Walking Water-Stepping was also a supreme lightness technique.
Once cultivated to mastery, one could transform into wind and travel, tread like water, and roam among ten thousand troops!
"Yan Feifei, you pass!"
Yan Feifei was overjoyed and hurriedly bowed to thank Jiang Mu Ming.
"Thank you, Second Mister, for imparting the Dao!"
Today, she had not only passed the second trial but had also comprehended an unparalleled lightness skill. Such a Fortuitous Encounter naturally deserved her thanks.
But below,
as everyone watched the delighted Yan Feifei, they felt increasingly unhappy.
Up to now, they still had not comprehended anything.
But just then!
"Baili Dongjun has succeeded in comprehending the Dao. I humbly ask Second Mister to take a look!"
A trace of joy flashed through Baili Dongjun's eyes.
He came to the Qianjin Platform. The Immortal Palace grade sword Bu Ran Chen left its sheath in his hand, and he drained a pot of wine.
Half drunk, half sober.
His sword intent suddenly became ethereal beyond measure, as though it had brought everyone into a nonexistent world.
This place seemed illusory but not illusory, false yet real.
"A youth should rise with the wind! A youth should indulge in joy!"
"A youth should sing wildly while drunk!"
"This is the Drunken Sword Intent I, Baili Dongjun, comprehended!"
The unrestrained spirit of youth, free and uninhibited.
Jiang Mu Ming nodded in satisfaction. Baili Dongjun's talent was indeed extraordinary. Although he had not studied many martial arts,
he had still managed to comprehend his own sword intent from it!
"Excellent!"
"Baili Dongjun, you pass!"
Time trickled away.
One outstanding talent after another comprehended something from Jiang Mu Ming's poem.
It could be called bizarre and varied, encompassing everything.
For instance, Yue Yao had comprehended a technique called Zither-Sound into Sword, capable of killing people invisibly.
And then there was Wang Yixing of Wangcheng Mountain, who had taken the alias Zhao Yujia.
He had comprehended Dust-Clearing Sword Intent from Jiang Mu Ming.
Song Yanhui of Peerless City had comprehended Peerless Sword Intent.
Each had gained something.
But in the end, only a minority of people could comprehend martial arts from Jiang Mu Ming's poem.
Seeing that an hour was about to pass,
the examinees below were already burning with impatience, wishing they could see through the poem completely.
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