Chapter 597 It’s Hard to Find

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"Finding those three ancient poems is not the work of Qingshuang alone, but was derived from the achievements of the sect's seniors."

"In fact, most of this spiritual bamboo sea is illusory, and the rest is transformed into bamboo slips. Each bamboo slip has a poem engraved on it. To find and see through these bamboo slips, you need enough patience and understanding."

Chen Qingshuang paused for a moment, then continued: "Over the past hundreds of years, through the exploration of countless disciples of the Haoran Sect, in addition to the more than thirty poems on the cliff, hundreds of scattered poems have also been found, which need to be placed under the corresponding spiritual bamboos. Marked.”

"It is precisely because of this that Qingshuang had the opportunity to splice those three poems. Therefore, this is not the credit of Qingshuang, but the result of the efforts of countless predecessors."

"Sister Qingshuang, which three poems did you find?" Xia Chaoyang asked curiously.

"Those three songs..." Chen Qingshuang smiled slightly, raised her hand, and more than twenty streams of light escaped from the bamboo sea and arrived in front of several people.

Chen Qingshuang raised her hand and touched it, and these streams of light revealed their true forms one after another. They were bamboo slips about a foot long, with a poem imprinted on each bamboo slip.

As the young senior sister of the Haoran Sect moved her fingers, more than twenty bamboo slips spread out and divided into three groups.

"Spring sleeps without realizing the dawn..., senior brother, look at this poem, junior sister still remembers it..., it turns out that this poem was found by sister Qingshuang, it's so amazing..."

"Sister Qingshuang, that's not right. Isn't there only four lines in this poem? Why are there eight lines here?" Xia Chaoyang still remembered this short poem very clearly and asked in confusion.

"Chaoyang is right. This poem only has four lines, and the other four lines are redundant. However, the qi of these eight bamboo slips are very similar. Sister, I also thought about it for a long time before deciding on the final four lines." Chen Qingshuang said calmly. said.

Hearing this, Xia Chaoyang was immediately surprised and exclaimed: "It's so troublesome. There are even extra verses to confuse the audience. What will happen if I spell it wrong?"

"It doesn't matter if you spell it wrong. It's just that Haoran Sect disciples like to pursue the ultimate beauty and will not give up until they find the most perfect verse."

After pondering for a while, Chen Qingshuang continued: "After years of exploration, I have found some rules. For example, the number of confused verses is always four more than the original verses, and these similar verses are very close, and even the artistic conception is very close. It makes it difficult to distinguish right from wrong.”

Looking at the familiar four lines of poetry,

Xia Chaoyang took two steps forward, wanting to touch him.

"Sister Chaoyang, give it a try and put the four bamboo slips together, but please note that the poems must be spliced ​​from right to left..." Chen Qingshuang reminded with a smile.

"Okay..." In response, Xia Chaoyang immediately moved his hands, moved a group of eight bamboo slips suspended in mid-air, picked out four sentences and spliced ​​them in order.

At the moment of completion, the four bamboo slips resonated and emitted a green light that penetrated into a cliff. At the corresponding position on the cliff, the four lines of poetry carved in seals were exactly that: Spring sleep without realizing the dawn...

"Senior brother, it's so fun..." Junior Sister Xia beamed happily.

"Well, I remember Chaoyang very well, very good..." Baiyunlou praised, but his eyes stayed on another poem.

The old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west. Fireworks descended from Yangzhou in March. The shadow of the solitary sail disappeared in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River could be seen flowing in the sky.

Baiyunlou had just seen this ancient poem on the cliff, and it left a deep impression on him, but there were a few doubts lingering in his mind.

I have never heard of the Yellow Crane Tower. What state is Yangzhou? I have heard of it in Xizhou and Mingzhou, but I have never heard of Yangzhou.

The word "Yangtze River" doesn't mean much at first. It's a long river, but it makes sense. Now you will see another poem, "Only dry rivers flowing in the sky..." It seems that dry rivers are more suitable.

There are two other sentences. It is more appropriate for the old friend to say goodbye to the White Crane Tower in the west. The White Crane Tower is an ancient building that has experienced thousands of years of wind and frost on the bank of the Qianjiang River.

Fireworks are the best in Qiongzhou in March. Qiongzhou is located in the south of Daxia, so it seems more convenient to use this word.

"Junior Sister Chen, Junior Sister, you should have heard of Baihe Tower, Qiongzhou and Qianjiang, right?" After pondering for a while, Baiyun Tower couldn't help but ask.

"Ah, senior brother asked this, and now I know it." I didn't expect that senior brother Bai, who can derive poetic illusions, would care about and think about such details.

"Already know it now? When did Junior Sister know about it?" Baiyunlou asked curiously.

Chen Qingshuang thought for a while and replied: "Qingshuang grew up in the Haoran Sect since he was a child. He was a little ignorant of worldly affairs. It was not until he participated in the last cultivation conference that he saw the world outside the sect. From the geographical map presented by the Chaoyang Chamber of Commerce, Then I realized how big the world is.”

"The Cultivation Conference... So, did Junior Sister Qingshuang find these three poems before she attended the Cultivation Conference?"

"Exactly, Senior Brother Bai, is there anything wrong with the artistic conception of this poem?" Chen Qingshuang asked with some confusion.

"That makes sense. Oh, there's nothing wrong with this poem. It's a good choice. It seems to be more poetic. Especially the word Yangtze River. After thinking about it, it seems to have more charm than Qianjiang." Baiyunlou commented.

Chen Qingshuang nodded and replied: "That's right. After returning from the cultivation conference, junior sister thought about this poem again, and she still felt that the four sentences on the stone wall were more suitable."

After hearing that the senior brother had finished chatting, the little fat man interrupted: "Senior Sister Chen, I just saw that there are already more than thirty poems and essays on this cliff, and there are also sixty or seventy poems and essays outside the cave. In total, that's it." There are as many as a hundred poems, enough to be bound into a volume and printed in a collection of poems and essays."

"Collection of poems and essays..., the more than thirty poems in this cave are okay, but the poems and essays outside the cave are just written on a whim by the disciples of the Haoran Sect, and the artistic conception is somewhat different." Chen Qingshuang said thoughtfully.

"Senior Sister Chen is overthinking it. In fact, there are sixty or seventy poems and essays mixed in. This will allow the poems and essays to be passed down better."

"Huh? What do you mean by this?"

Unexpectedly, he could speak in front of such a talented poet. The little fat man was very excited. He cleared his throat and continued: "Although my junior brother's understanding of poetry is not high, from the perspective of ordinary students, Judging from the perspective, although the more than thirty poems in this cave are gorgeous and exquisite, with lofty artistic conception, they must be set off to show their uniqueness."

"In addition, the poetry of Dongtianwai is actually very good in the eyes of my junior brother. It is easier for ordinary students to study it and they will have more confidence in learning it. Senior brother said that perfect poetry can be encountered but not sought."

"You can't ask for it if you meet it... That's right." Chen Qingshuang nodded and replied, fully agreeing with Baiyunlou's words.

"Senior Sister Qingshuang, what do you think of the Haoran Sect's poetry collection? If you have any suggestions, please feel free to give them." After talking, the little fat man gradually gained confidence and took out the prepared poetry collection for Senior Sister Chen to read.

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