Chapter 607 Commonplace

Xia Chaoyang's confidence greatly increased after being praised by senior brother, but he still said modestly: "Senior brother, junior sister is just confused. For example, the word "San Qin" in this poem, I don't know what it means..."

"It's okay if you don't know. Senior brother, I don't know very well either. Feeling, the most important thing is feeling..." the old god of Baiyun Tower replied on the ground.

"Yes, it's just a feeling. Junior brothers and sisters, let's continue. If there's anything you're not sure about, show it to me..."

Seeing that Junior Sister Xia was in high spirits, Baiyunlou said hello and went upstairs to practice.

There is no end to my practice, and I have learned a lot of mysterious poems today, so I can gain some insights into the artistic conception.

Two days passed by in a hurry, and both Haoran Sect disciples and academy students gained a lot.

Baiyunlou had already given two spiritual swords to Senior Aunt Xia and Luo Li. Senior Aunt Xia could not help but be very happy when she used her thunder sword intention.

With this magical sword, Sister Xia feels that the strength of the sword's intention has increased by 30%. She can also use the thunder gathering array in the sword to explode at will, which is extremely convenient.

Luo Li also liked the sacred wood magic sword given by her senior brother very much. She refined it happily and used her magic power to swallow it in her mouth and cultivate it.

Originally, the sacred tree was very suitable for the skills of the Qingqiu Monster Clan. This spiritual sword not only retained the function of the sacred tree, but also greatly increased the power of the magical power. It was much more powerful than using the sacred tree branches directly before.

During these two days, those students who had no cultivation did not really stay up all night. When they got a little sleepy, Xiao Jing took Second Senior Sister's number plate and invited them to a bamboo hut to rest. The scene was much peaceful.

When Junior Sister Xia gets interested, she goes downstairs to give some guidance and research. If she feels a little stuck, she goes upstairs to practice with her senior brother, and her life is very fulfilling.

The group of students downstairs are also admiring the Second Senior Sister more and more. Whenever there are poems and articles that are uncertain, the Second Senior Sister can always arrange the poems and articles smoothly by poking at them.

It's just that the second senior sister occasionally chose some poems incorrectly. For example, the line "The Xuan River is far above the white clouds" was mistakenly chosen as "The Yellow River is far above the white clouds."

Xiao Jing did not change the verses spelled out by the second senior sister, but only kept the correct verses as alternatives.

The derivation of poems and essays is gradually coming to an end, and almost all poetry groups have deduced these more than 300 poems.

The next step is to summarize the poetry combinations selected by each group, and then conduct statistics to find the combination with the most research for each poetry text as the final selection.

Night falls again,

There are stars outside the cave, but the lights are still bright inside the cave. The elders and disciples are not sleepy at all, waiting for the final results of the poetry research.

After careful screening, everyone was surprised to find that, unlike the disciples of the Haoran Sect, most of the poems deduced by the disciples of the Academy only had one type. It seemed that nearly 90% of the differences had been eliminated, and the opinions were very unified, while the Haoran Sect disciples Most of the poems chosen by disciples were of two kinds.

What is even more surprising is that nearly 90% of the single choices chosen by the academy disciples completely matched the final choice.

As for the remaining thirty or so poems, although there are two choices, one of them is consistent with the final result.

This result caused the leader of the Haoran Sect and all the elders to exclaim in unison. Aunt Xia and the old teacher of poetry and prose both felt proud that they could surpass the disciples of the Haoran Sect in the research of poetry and prose. Both of them were very surprised.

Only Junior Sister Xia seemed a little dissatisfied, muttering as she looked at the poems in front of her.

"Chaoyang, what's wrong?" Baiyunlou asked curiously.

"Oh, these poems don't feel right..."

After a slight pause, Xia Chaoyang continued: "Senior brother, look at this song, 'Far above the Xuan River among the white clouds, there is an isolated city and Wanren Mountain...', it is very strange, even though my junior sister knows a lot about the geography of the Great Xia Kingdom. I’m young, but I’ve been to the source of the Xuanbing River. It’s covered in ice and snow for hundreds of miles, and there’s no isolated city anywhere…”

"Speaking of lonely cities, Liangzhou City on the edge of the desert sea is quite similar, but one side of Liangzhou City is an endless sea of ​​sand, and the other half is next to a desert beach that is more than a hundred miles away. It is still hundreds of miles away from the Kunlun Fairy Mountain in Wanren Mountain. Far away..."

"So the scenery described in this poem does not match the Daxia Kingdom very well. It is probably derived from fantasy. Since it is fantasy, it is better to choose 'The Yellow River is far above the white clouds', so that the 'Yellow River' corresponds" Baiyun', 'One piece' corresponds to 'Wanren', which is much smoother..."

"Senior brother, do you think what junior sister said makes sense?" Seeing the senior brother in a daze, Xia Chaoyang asked a little bit.

Baiyunlou was indeed dumbfounded when he heard this, but a flash of light flashed through his consciousness and his thoughts began to stir. What Xiao Chaoyang said did make sense. Moreover, Junior Sister Chen also lamented two days ago that these poems seemed to come from another small world of the human race. …

Yes, that mysterious nameless child..., another small world...

If so, everything would make sense.

One after another, stunningly talented poems are tumbling in the sea of ​​consciousness, and a small world of extreme splendor and splendor that has been covered in dust for endless years gradually unfolds in Baiyunlou's mind.

"Senior brother, senior brother?" Seeing that the senior brother was stunned for a while, Xia Chaoyang thought there was something wrong in what he said, so he couldn't help but call out twice.

"Chaoyang, you may have discovered a problem that we have all ignored. Maybe what junior sister said is the truth..." Baiyunlou came back to his senses and said softly to junior sister Xia, with endless love in his eyes.

Xia Chaoyang was overjoyed to receive his senior brother's approval. He stopped caring about the poems and articles, and hugged his senior brother's arm, his eyebrows filled with tenderness and sweetness.

The soft words between the two made Chen Qingshuang turn around, but when she saw the two of them tired of being together, she couldn't help but feel speechless. Senior Brother Bai restrained his disciples very well, and when it came to him, he would Much more casual.

What makes people even more speechless is that the group of academy disciples seems to be a common sight, especially the Xia Academy Superintendent, who is said to be Junior Sister Chaoyang’s aunt, but he doesn’t come forward to control them...

While he was thinking about it, a burst of cheers suddenly came to his ears. Chen Qingshuang turned around and saw that the last sentence of the poem had been spliced ​​together, revealing a stream of cyan light that disappeared into the cliff in the distance.

On the cliff in the distance, along the mountain road, there are many poems.

When they came to the cliff, most of the disciples were very excited. After all, they had been researching for two or three days in a row. Looking at the rows of ancient handwriting on the cliff, they couldn't help but feel their blood boiling and their hearts agitated.

Compared with the excited disciples, Baiyunlou was much calmer. He took his junior sister to the cliff at the end of the mountain road and looked at the smooth cliff face. The words displayed on it had not changed, but this was not the case. As expected.

The leader of the Haoran Sect and Chen Qinghe's brother and sister also came to the platform and couldn't help but frown slightly when looking at the smooth cliff face.