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551. The morning is like blue silk and the evening is like snow.
The Ice King turned around and looked over.
As a specially invited member of the Tiandou Royal Academy, Chen Xin is from the same camp as her.
Of course, Bingdi also knew that this reward was very suitable for Chen Xin, and there was no loss to her in such an exchange. With Lin Yi here, Chen Xin would naturally not back down.
After thinking for a moment, the Ice Emperor finally looked at his sister, and the Snow Emperor nodded.
Sister actually responded? !
Bingdi was overjoyed, it seemed that having a daughter made Xuedi feel much better.
It seems that this little guy is not useless at all.
"Okay, but don't forget that I also want the golden junior reward, and it is suitable for me. I know that this reward is suitable for you, so I don't want to suffer."
Hyokui said proudly.
Chen Xin bowed and accepted: "This is natural, senior, please rest assured."
Ice King steps down and Dust Heart steps up.
This is a py transaction completed in front of me. Lin Yi looked at the two people and thought to himself.
He flicked the golden light ball in his hand towards Chen Xin. The light ball did not merge into Chen Xin's body, but turned into a book in Chen Xin's hand.
There are four characters written on the booklet, "Li Bai Poetry Collection"
Chen Xin was suddenly a little excited.
Because he just heard from Lin Yi that every line of the poem here is equivalent to a powerful sword skill, and after flipping through the book roughly, there are too many lines to count!
Of course, there is also a premise, that is, you must have your own unique understanding of the artistic conception in the poem.
You still need to understand.
Chen Xin turned to the first page, and was going to choose one song to try to understand. If she could understand the first song, then the latter ones might not be so difficult.
He glanced at Lin Yi excitedly, then at his suzerain, and carefully opened the first page.
"Will enter the wine"
Chen Xin frowned: "Will you drink wine?"
Lin Yi corrected: "That word, read qiang, and you will drink."
Chen Xin's face turned red: "Sorry."
Qian Daoliu muttered silently in the audience: "These three words are a bit familiar. They seem to be Assassin Li Bai's first skill."
"If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky and rush to the sea never to return."
This first sentence made Chen Xin frown.
I didn’t seem to have any special insights after reading it.
Even though he was asked to write this sentence, he couldn't write it, because he didn't even know where the Yellow River was.
Perhaps a famous river on Blue Star.
Chen Xin held the booklet in one hand, and raised the sword point with the other hand. A sharp sword sound sounded. The Seven Kills Sword was suspended in mid-air after being unsheathed, and Chen Xin held the hilt.
At the same time, nine soul rings floated up from his body.
He thought it might be better understood if he took out his sword while reciting the poem.
Chen Xin was still reading the first sentence.
Converting sword skills into poetry, in his opinion, the first line has the potential to be used as a powerful sword technique.
But after repeating it in a low voice for a long time, he forced himself to associate with the picture, but there was still no resonance. At the same time, he gestured with the long sword in his hand, and the result was the same, there was no reaction at all.
I am actually stuck on this link of understanding poetry!
Lin Yi frowned: "How can you understand this majestic sentence when you whisper it like a girl? How can you understand sword skills?"
Chen Xin was stunned on the spot.
He seemed to have been woken up instantly by Lin Yi's scolding, he straightened his back quickly, held the sword in one hand, and at the same time held the book of poems high, and raised his head.
Majestic isn't it?Then I should read out the momentum, Senior Lin Yi should mean that.
Chen Xin took a deep breath and said loudly: "Don't you see it! The water of the Yellow River comes from the sky! It flows to the sea and never returns!"
no response.
The scene was quiet.
Everyone's eyes were wide open, but they still didn't see the reason.
Lin Yi said helplessly: "What's the use of reciting it like a sculpture? Did Li Bai write the poem like a sculpture like you? When you read the whole poem, do you think Li Bai was in the poem at that time? what?"
Chen Xin apologized quickly and carefully observed the entire poem again.
Suddenly, he realized.
"Wine...drinking? Is he drinking?"
Lin Yi agreed with silence.
Chen Xin took a deep breath again, relaxed his body, raised his right hand high, faced the sky, smiled and recited loudly: "Don't you see! The water of the Yellow River comes from the sky! It flows to the sea and never returns!"
no response.
But Chen Xin did not give up, and continued to read, this time with a more sonorous voice:
"Don't you see it! The water of the Yellow River comes from the sky! It flows to the sea and never returns!"
"Wow--"
At this moment, everyone suddenly pricked up their ears because they actually heard the sound of waves coming from around them.
Chen Xin suddenly became excited, imagining the scene of a mighty river in his mind, imagining the magnificent scene of the river water falling high to form a waterfall.
He started to move, and rotated the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and blue-white waves came out from the tip of the sword!
"Crash-"
The sound of surging waves continued to reach everyone's ears.
Chen Xin moved around the stage as if he was drunk, his body rotated, and when the long sword in his hand fell, it seemed to stir up water and make waves!
The expressions on everyone's faces gradually became surprised.
Chen Xin danced his sword happily in the stands, and huge waves splashed down from the sky, surrounding his body like a water dragon, surging and running wildly!
Chen Xin also discovered that the more drunk he was, the stronger the momentum of this wave!
Could it be said that drunkenness is the true meaning of turning this poem into swordsmanship?
He spun the blade, the sword was majestic, and there really was a majestic river surrounding his body, the other end of the river was connected to the sky and poured down, and the other end was constantly moving with the tip of Chen Xin's Seven Kills sword.
Finally, Chen Xin swung his sword out, and the majestic sword energy passed by Lin Yi. The waves poured in, carrying the momentum of a huge mountain toppling, and the pressure was extremely strong.
Afterwards, there seemed to be some moisture in the air.
"Don't you see, Gaotang Mingjing is sad and white hair, the morning is like blue silk and the evening turns into snow!"
When Chen Xin thought of this sentence, his tone became much lower.
Miss Ning opened her eyes wide in surprise, because Chen Xin on the stage turned into a head of black hair in an instant! He looks extremely young and handsome! It's like going back to the period of young adulthood!
But the moment he turned around, Chen Xin's black hair turned white again, his face was even covered with old wrinkles, and he was in a state of dying in an instant.
Chen Xin looked worried, and smiled helplessly, but her steps still swayed like drunkenness, and the dancing long sword also completed the transformation from black to white in the void.
At this moment, the shadow of the sword flickered, his body was so fast that he couldn't see the shadow, and at some point he swung the sword.
Lin Yi narrowed his eyes: "A sword skill that carries the element of time?"
Chen Xin's sword was as fast as lightning, as if cutting off youth and black hair.
Yes, the morning is like blue silk and the evening is snow, time flies, youth seems so short.