Yu Wenjie followed her gaze and read the poem softly.
After thinking about it carefully, he said quietly: "I didn't see the meaning of the sword, but I felt that there was clearly a hint of kingly meaning in these words."
Tantai Mingyue was stunned. She didn't expect that what they saw in their eyes were actually different artistic conceptions.
At that moment, I couldn't help but say: "Let's see what the seniors from Tianyun Mountain say later... This guy obviously didn't sleep all night?"
Yu Wenjie suppressed the shock in his heart and said: "If it is sword intention, who does this guy want to give it to?"
Tantai Mingyue glanced at him and said quietly: "Of course I put it here for everyone who can see him and understand him, including you and me."
Yu Wenjie could no longer control his emotions, and sighed again and again: "It's really a pity that this guy doesn't go to Phoenix City to be an official."
At this moment, Nalan Ruoyu walked in with Yuwen Liuli.
Yu Wen Liuli looked at the words on the jade carefully and said in a daze: "This is a man of iron bones who will not bow to the king of the world. I like the word "senior" very much."
Yu Wenjie looked at his sister and murmured: "If you live high in a temple, you worry about the people; if you live far away from the rivers and lakes, you worry about the king. This is a strong sense of kingship."
Nalan Ruoyu frowned and said, "It is the will of a saint not to be happy with things and not to be sad with oneself."
Tantai Mingyue said unwillingly: "I didn't see a king or a saint in my eyes, I just saw a divine sword that vowed to cut through the void."
Yuwen Liuli raised his head and looked at the long sunshine in the garden.
He said softly: "Don't you think his last two sentences are a sign of helplessness and reluctance to leave here?"
At this moment, Meng Shentong's laughter came from outside the flower hall.
Holding Ping An and Xiao Ling'er's hands, the old man walked into the flower hall.
Looking at everyone, he said: "What you said is correct. What you see in your eyes is what he has been thinking in his heart."
Tantai Mingyue couldn't help but be startled, and murmured: "Is it possible that there are still so many complicated thoughts in this?"
Ping An followed everyone's eyes and looked at the wall. After looking for a long time, he couldn't understand it, so he clapped his hands and said, "My brother's handwriting is beautiful."
Little Ling'er frowned and said nothing. After a while, he said: "Brother, these words are more powerful than those snowflakes. Little Ling'er can't cut them in."
In her eyes, the words standing on the wooden board were like the wind and snow in winter, not much stricter than the wind and snow.
It was so tight that she couldn't see any flaws in it, so naturally the sword in her hand couldn't cut away the snowflakes in front of her.
Chen Xiaoyan and Murong Zhilan, who were having breakfast, walked in.
Looking at everyone in a daze, he smiled and said: "After breakfast, we will go to Loulan City for a walk and let senior brother sleep a little longer today." Murong Zhilan nodded, sighed and said: "I didn't expect that he actually followed The guys from Tianlong Holy Land had two fights, all because we were late..."
Meng Shentong said quietly: "When you are free these days, you can take a closer look here and carefully understand what you see..."
Meng Shentong did not point out who was right or wrong, he was just happy for his disciples.
The meaning between the lines has long surpassed the five great sages of Tianyun Holy Land.
No wonder his precious disciple wants to find a way to become a saint for his master, and wants to find a way to become a Taoist for the little princess of Phoenix City.
Yuwen Liuli looked at it again and again, and finally looked at Yuwenjie and said: "Brother, in a few days, Senior Yuzun from Tianyun Mountain and I will go to the Snowy Mountains..."
After thinking about it for a night, the little girl planned to go to the Tongtian River to see the monk Li Xiuyuan mentioned.
Then follow Nalan Ruoyu and go to Meishan to see the legendary saint.
A group of nine people sat quietly in the flower hall and ate the breakfast prepared by Chen Xiaoyan and Murong Zhilan.
They didn't even leave a bowl of porridge for the sleeping boy.
Because Nalan Ruoyu said that what his precious disciple needed was to rest, and he didn't need to worry about his food and drink.
Chen Xiaoyan, who was eating a bowl of white porridge, once again looked at the writing on the mahogany wall opposite and was stunned.
She suddenly remembered that Xiao Ling'er was holding her senior brother's crooked old branches and cold plums, and the sword energy that was about to be slashed out in the air.
She didn't say anything, she just frowned slightly, her expression changing again and again.
The painting was finally put away by Xiao Linger. She had not seen it for a long time.
From the time she was intoxicated to practicing the Snow-cutting Sword Technique, she gradually forgot about that sword intention.
Unexpectedly, today in the flower hall of Xingyuan, she could once again carefully witness the sword carved by her senior brother on the wooden wall overnight.
Everyone was laughing and talking, thinking about going to the shop in Loulan to have a good time and buy something.
But she gently put down the bowl in her hand, looked at the sword on the wooden wall quietly, and didn't speak for a long time.
The wood was redwood that was abundant in the villages around Loulan City, and there was nothing special about it. The writing on the wooden wall was a font that she was very familiar with.
She once learned swordsmanship from her senior brother in the back mountain of Zhufeng, and later practiced swordsmanship for two winters in front of Yaoguang Hall.
She has a pair of sharp eyes that are more sensitive than Murong Zhilan and Tantai Mingyue, and she sees the details between the lines.
Regardless of the words, he was as strong as a senior brother, never bowing to the genius of the Holy Land.
She was convinced that these ethereal words were carved here by her senior brother overnight, just to let her see what she wanted.
Horizontal means blocking, vertical means cutting, turning means guarding, holding back means going... Her body trembled slightly and she remained silent for a long time without speaking.
Among the group of people in the audience, she was the only one who understood the artistic conception that Li Xiuyuan was hiding between the lines and wanted to express but deliberately concealed.
It was a sword, a snow-cutting sword that condensed the power of bamboo peaks.
Seeing this, Chen Xiaoyan smiled.
The joy in her smile was even happier than when she heard that her senior brother was going to give this yard to her.
...
The last ray of spring breeze passed through the apricot garden, blowing into the flower hall with the earthy and refreshing fragrance.
The slightly warm breeze made Situ Tianxing sober up. He looked away from the wall and laughed at the young man in front of him.
"Are you going home? Are you in such a hurry? You haven't lived in this yard before!"
Situ Tian, a colleague who felt sorry for the young man, also felt sorry for losing a good friend.
"I've been out for a long time, so I have to go home and take a look."
Li Xiuyuan replied that although Loulan City is good, his path is not here after all. He still has his own path to go.
There are also his parents, husband, sister, Shi Niang, Mu Mu, Nangong Ruyu and others waiting for him.
He also wants to go to Fengyun City in the Five Realms to find an opportunity for him to enter the mortal world.
Situ Tianxing nodded and said softly: "This courtyard is really nice. It would be a pity if you can't live here. I just collected 20,000 spirit stones from you."
Li Xiuyuan served him some spiritual tea and said calmly: "That's what you deserve...I left this courtyard to my two masters, and my junior sister will come back to live there from time to time."
In this great formation, with two masters present, no one in this courtyard would dare to come and make plans.
Not to mention, far away in the depths of the Snowy Mountains, there are two saints staring at this place. Who dares to act wild?
Situ Tianxing looked a little nervous when he looked at him, and after a long time he said in a trembling voice: "The people from Tianlong Holy Land won't come to trouble you, right?"
Li Xiuyuan looked at him and shook his head, took out a space ring and handed it to him.
He said quietly: "Use the monster meat here and the elixir to make a pot of broth, and give your family and master a chance to break through."
Situ Tianxing was startled and said tremblingly, "I have to thank you for your hard work on behalf of my family and master."
Looking at the Lord of Loulan City in front of him, Li Xiuyuan sighed and said: "I will come back. There is no end to my practice. Don't covet the scenery in front of you."
Situ Tianxing put down the tea cup in his hand, looked at him and said, "The elixir you gave me gave me hope. From now on, I will focus on cultivation..."
Li Xiuyuan laughed when he heard this: "Why?"
Situ Kaixing said seriously: "As I said before, who doesn't want to live for hundreds or even thousands of years?"
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