I Turned Out To Be a Peerless Expert - Chapter 139

　　 It is raining.

　　 This is the vigor of the stasis of culture and rain.

　　 The strong cultural atmosphere piled up into clouds in the sky, falling from high above the ground, passing through the layers of different phases of the ancient road in the four seasons, and nourishing the apprentice who has been drought for a long time.

　　 Several people moved back to the small temple with stools.

　　 With excitement, Cao Tian touched the white stone inscription on his hand, and rubbed every striped road on it with his rough old hand.

　　The gentle movements and the intoxicating expressions are almost…

　　 No wonder he is so.

　　 When the human race was not civilized, there was no pen, ink, paper, inkstone, or even writing.

　　The demon has the talent of blood, and the gods are born and sacred, but what about people?

　　The human race can only pass on word of mouth, struggling to survive.

It is the most saint who used this stone carving to carve a handed down chapter on the wall, so that the human race surpassed the immortals, gods, ghosts and demons, surpassed the boundaries of time and space, and left a way of inheritance for the human race. There was a glimmer of light.

　　 He measured the merits of heaven and earth, and he was not as good as in case.

　　 Cao Tian also leaned forward and watched closely.

　　 He was hesitant before.

　　 After all, he is a bit discouraged and lazy because he lives in a corner of the ancient sage stone forest in Yan Kingdom.

　　 After confirming that this stone inscription was the handwriting of the Holy One, Cao Tian dispelled all doubts at this moment.

　　 can hold the most sacred stone inscription, then this one is undoubtedly a great power belonging to them.

　　 But, what is the identity of Mr. Li?

　　 Cao Tian has a guess.

　　 This person who may have also been well-known in the past, after all, such a realm of cultivation, especially those who have made great achievements in Confucianism and Taoism, need to collect essays and transport them into the literary palace.

　　While Wen Dao Qi Luck is mostly derived from the name of the literary, this is the reason why scholars look at Chinese names so much.

　　 Therefore, there is no impression of this mysterious Mr. Li in his mind at all, as if this person is a ghost in the literary world. He clearly has the majestic strategy to create a precedent, but he is silent and unknown, as if he appeared out of thin air.

　　 There are only a few possibilities.

　　 First exclude this person who rose after him.

　　Because the literati had lost their personality since that calamity, and could not prove Dao. Even Wenquxing was hidden in the sky. If such a character appeared, they could not have no perception.

　　Second, this Mr. Li has appeared in the history of youth, and even appeared many times, each time he appeared under a pseudonym, and he has never revealed his identity.

　　 But there is a logical problem.

　　 Only those who predict the catastrophe will change their identities all the time, but those who can have this cultivation level have already left their own traces in the literary world before. At that time, it was too late to avoid the catastrophe.

　　 That is the second possibility.

　　 Mr. Li erased his traces, together with his own writings, erased from the long river of time.

　　 So, even if it was them, they didn’t have any impression.

　　 Only this explanation can make sense.

　　 Footsteps came from the front of the small temple.

　　 “The person who plagiarized has been dealt with, but the student’s power was limited and he could not eliminate evil.”

　　 Tang Hanjin sat back at the table, his expression ashamed.

　　 Don’t talk about anything else, just say that now, if it were not for Li Xuan’s poem to linger through the ages, the emptiness of the Confucian Temple’s three incense sticks, and the arrival of Wenquxing from the shackles of Feiling, he would not necessarily be able to get out of the ancient sage stone forest.

　　 In front of the Ancient Four Seasons Road, the semi-sage of the Zhou Dynasty is still pressing down there.

　　 Even if there is no statue, he can’t stay outside for long.

　　 However, he was very pleased to be able to go out and take a look at the current Yandu.

　　 “It’s okay, Old Tang, you can do your best.”

　　 Li Xuan was quite emotional.

　　 Old Tang still has a sense of justice, and he doesn’t show mercy to officials and officials, and has done his duty as a scholar.

　　 The official child obviously has some background. It is normal for Old Tang to have scruples. It is very rare to have no anger.

　　 “Oh, I’m stuck in time.”

　　 Tang Hanjin sighed, knocked on the mahjong in his hand, and chanted his autumn song.

　　 With his slightly bleak voice, and a bunch of old, weak, sick and disabled people in the small temple, he feels a little depressed and desolate.

　　‘The poetic talent of poor scholars is even better than some great poets, and maybe they will really stay in history in the future…’

　　 Li Xuan couldn’t stop sighing again.

　　 Like Lao Chen, and Lao Tang in front of him, they are all literati with a spirit of righteousness.

　　 is the same downfall.

　　 Lao Chen was demoted and dismissed because he didn’t know how to work around and confronted his superiors, and Tang was obviously in no better situation.

　　 worked as a teacher in this king’s capital, but he was still wearing a shabby plain robe in the autumn, and his clothes were full of sourness. This character is probably a lot stronger than Lao Chen.

　　 Even if the scholars are good at selling, they will not be so miserable.

　　 Obviously, Old Tang still has persistence in his heart. He deliberately placed a stone tablet here to seek his confidant, and he did not want to bend for five buckets of rice.

　　 There are many great writers in history, why not so?

　　 Tell a joke, not be demoted three or two times, and I am ashamed to say that I write poetry.

　　 “Those who have perseverance in their hearts are only momentary.”

　　 Li Xuan looked sincerely and comforted: “You are doing very well. After a few years, it may be you who will be named.

　　The history of history is like a big wave scouring the sand, and those shining ones will eventually be left behind, and the others will be like a passing cloud, disappearing, and generations to come will feel the lingering sound of this literary doctrine. “

　　 The three sages were stunned.

　　 For a long time after the calamity passed, I did not hear such an agreement.

　　 This is the greatest affirmation for them.

　　 This is a confidant who really understands them.

If Mr. 　　 is not upholding the great persistence, how can he make up his mind to erase himself from time?

　　 Let everyone forget about themselves, and stay alone from now on, just for the planning and layout of their hearts.

　　 These ambitions of changing the sky are deeply buried in my heart, no one knows, let alone listen to others.

　　 can only be in this isolated place today, a little hint.

　　 For a while, they seemed to see Li Xuan’s shoulders fighting against the world.

　　 “With a word from Mr. De, I will do my best for the literati of my generation and continue the incense for thousands of years!”

　　 Tang Hanjin’s face flushed and grabbed the teacup, and drank it with a spirit of drinking.

　　 “Mr. De’s confidant today is really a pleasure in life.”

　　 Cao Tian took out a small ruler from his arms and tapped the teapot with a “pop”.

　　 “Ah, it feels like this.”

　　, this pattern. “

　　 Cao Tu was still intoxicated, his old face blossomed into a chrysanthemum.

　　 These few ages are far apart, but young and old are mixed but look like brothers and sisters. The small temple is a lot of lively for a while.

　　 Su Lingyin tilted her head with a strange expression.

　　 That was the case with Father Wang and Uncle Chen that day.

　　 Now Li Xuan has also become like this, her icy and smart little brain is really a bit incomprehensible.

　　 “Haha, this is a friendship between men, you will know it later.”

　　 Li Xuan picked up the bucket next to him, and said with a smile: “How can I have poetry, but no songs for company?”

　　 “The small temple is dilapidated, but there is no silk and bamboo wind music.”

　　 Tang Hanjin showed a poor smile in embarrassment.

　　 It is very bitter to say, the six arts of gentleman are first with etiquette, followed by rhythm, and more or less elegant people must be able to write music rhythm.

　　 But they didn’t even have the treasures next to them, leaving only the things of their fate.

　　 In addition to these pots and pans, the most valuable thing is the pile of stone monuments outside.

　　 It is a natural extraordinary thing that can be used to carry the town and country poems.

‘The golden house in the book is for children…’ Li Xuan nodded, touched his chin and thought for a while, smiled and said: “This matter is not a problem, and you will take away those who engraved poems outside. Bring the stele.”

　　 Cao Tian nodded and made a casual move.

　　 More than a dozen stone monuments flew in slowly and slowly.

　　 Li Xuan picked up the carving knife and observed the shape of these steles.

　　 Although he has not lived for many years of musical instruments made of stone, it is mainly because of inconvenience. There are too few people willing to learn stone lumps.

　　 But there are still some.

　　 is more famous for being exhausted, and those that are woven together are called plaiting, and most of them are placed in temples.

　　 However, the thickness of these steles is not too large to resonate. Besides, polishing them to be hollow is a waste of time.

　　 There is another kind, called Shiqin, which can go to the Xia Dynasty according to exquisiteness.

　　 is exactly the rectangular black stone, which is similar in material and shape to this stele, and only needs to be polished.

　　The seal cutting skills provided by the system, music art, and stone piano carving are not difficult.

　　 Li Xuan picked up the stone carving, his mind settled.

　　In an instant, I entered the state of forgetting things and me, and only these stone monuments of similar size were left in my eyes.

　　 then raised the carving knife and drew a few strange trajectories.

　　 The stone chips flew very fast.

　　 The quality of the cutting knife produced by the system is really not to say. Carving a stone is like cutting tofu.

　　 “Awesome.”

　　 Cao Tu also secretly gave a thumbs up.

　　 He also likes to study some gadgets, and he can see how mysterious they are.

　　 This is not a refining tool, but it is a hundred times more powerful than the refining method. It does not use any cultivation base, but only uses its own understanding to engrave Dao Yun on the stone tablet.

　　The material of the stone tablet is extraordinary, and it does not need to be tempered by real fire. This is the most suitable technique for it.

　　 four words to describe:

　　 “Hidden Avenue.”

　　 “Mr. is also proficient in music theory…”

　　Su Lingyin looked at Li Xuan’s profile, and the corners of her mouth filled with a smile unconsciously.

　　 This is the first time she has seen Li Xuan take it seriously. Before, she was very casual when carving mahjong.

　　 Not long ago, it was made of a long and short stone piano.

　　 The poem above, he deliberately kept it, so every sound stone is left with a Chinese chapter, which adds a bit of charm to the Shiqin.

　　 “咚——”

　　 Li Xuan picked up the small ruler on the table and tapped it, and a crisp sound echoed in the small temple.

　　 The voice is clear and clear, as if resounding from the bottom of my heart.

　　 “Yes, there is no problem with the tone.”

　　 Li Xuan nodded in satisfaction.

　　 hurt, it’s a pity~www.mtlnovel.com~ there is no material here, otherwise my whole suona blows, wouldn’t it be beautiful?

　　 promise to listen to you on the spot pleasure to send away.

　　 “This sound is so wonderful, it’s so touching between percussion, I don’t know how beautiful it is when it is played.”

　　 Tang Hanjin closed his eyes when he heard this wonderful voice.

　　 is not only sound.

　　 The above poems are also conveyed with the sound, as if to explain the artistic conception of the poems with the sound of the great road, and even interpret it more perfectly.

　　 Words are the carrier, and rhythm is also a carrier. They are all forms that carry the “Tao”.

The rhythm of 　　 is even more direct to people’s hearts.

　　 This shiqin transforms poems into melody, which is distinct but incomparably harmonious.

　　This piano can play poetry.

　　 “How do you want to play, do you use my ruler?”

　　 Cao Tu also put away his cynicism, and asked very seriously.

　　 “No, I don’t play.”

　　 Li Xuan smiled and shook his head.

　　 “You won’t play? Is that asking me to show my ugliness…”

　　 Tang Hanjin tapped the surface of the black stone piano lightly. He really enjoyed the sound.

　　 “Nor, no one needs to play this piano today.”

　　 Li Xuan shook his head again.

　　 Several sages were stunned.

　　 Didn’t it mean that you want to use the melody of the song to make fun, and the piano is made but no one plays it. What’s the point of this?

　　 just when they are puzzled.

　　 Li Xuan looked at the heavy rain outside the window, and smiled: “Let’s listen to the voice of the world, how about?”