Revival of the Gods

Xiao Hua smiled, and after raising his hand, he unfolded the picture scroll while shaking his hands.

　　 But seeing that this is a half-painting scroll with lakes and mountains, the center is half of Dongting Mountain, and Dongting Mountain is surrounded by water. When Xiao Hua's eyes fell to the place where the scroll broke, his body trembled unconsciously.

　　Because the picture scroll is half a pavilion, this pavilion has three floors and four-pillar corned helmet tops, which looks very similar to what Xiao Hua had seen before in the sun in the middle of the eight-face front.

　　 Qingye pays attention to Xiao Hua's expression. Seeing this, his heart is even more bitter, and his expression becomes even worse than Xiao Hua's.

　　"Chen Wenyou~"

　　 Xiao Hua pointed to the pavilion and asked, "What is this?"

　　 "Yue... Yueyang Tower~"

　　 Qingye replied somewhat surprised, but for a moment, he woke up and hurriedly said with a smile, "The original poster may not know something, there is a famous inscription on this Dongting Xitai picture..."

　　 said, Qing Ye took the picture of Xitai Dongting without a trace, and the hand-painted text fell on it.

　　 "brush~"

After 　　 layers of clouds gushing out, a vicissitudes of character rhyme radiates from within, and half of the poem appears in front of Xiao Hua in this way.

　　 Xiao Hua's gaze fell on these words, and the vest immediately developed a cold sweat, and goose bumps appeared on his excited body. He chanted word by word:

"...Husband! If you want to taste the heart of the ancient benevolent, or the difference between the two, what is it? Not happy with things, not sad with oneself, living high in temples will worry about the people, and far away from the rivers and lakes will worry about the king . It’s worrying about advancing, and worrying about retreating. But when will you be happy? It must be “worry and worry in the world, and joy in the world afterwards”! Hey! Weiss people, who am I going to return?"

Xiao Hua's voice is not loud, but where the sound falls, sword lights are everywhere, and Dongting Xitaitu also emits a glow in the flickering of the sword lights. Although Dongting Mountain is still standing still, the surrounding lakes are beginning to rise, which seems to be Xiao Hua. At the end of the sound, the sky around the sky gave out fine sword patterns, like the roar of thunder!

　　 "Good! Good! Good!!!"

　　 Xiao Hua finished reciting, and couldn't help but caress her palms, "What a ‘no joy in things, no sadness in yourself’!"

　　 "A good one, ‘the one who lives in the temple’s height is worried about the people!’"

　　 "What a ‘worry and worry about the world first, and joy after the world’s happiness’!"

　　 Seeing Xiao Hua rubbing his hands in excitement, Qing Ye said carefully: "Lord Xiao, the picture of Dongting Xitai is incomplete, and the rhyme often goes by. I have to seal it!"

　　 "It's a pity~"

　　 Xiao Hua nodded, and made Qing Ye cover the words, then sighed, "Such words and words are actually covered in dust, because the picture scroll is not complete and cannot be present in the world!"

　　 "Good to teach the original poster Xiao to know~"

　　 Qing Ye received the Dongting Xitai picture, and said with a smile, "Although the poems of the picture scroll cannot be present in the world, but the words and phrases of "The Story of Yueyang Tower" are indeed known to all Confucianists in the heavens."

　　 Xiao Hua frowned slightly, and blurted out: "Xiao also recites a lot of heavenly classics, and even some saints, why haven’t you heard this poem?"

　　 "This~"

　　 Qingye hesitated for a moment, and replied, "This poem is not a handed down classic, and it is not a sage, I am afraid that there is no chance to enter the eyes of the original master Xiao~"

　　 Qing Ye’s tone was not disrespectful, but Xiao Hua naturally heard something from his words. He smiled, looked around and said: "How long is it from the end of the wise election at this time?"

　　 "Generally speaking~"

Qing Ye hurriedly replied, "The Haotian Great Sword Realm reincarnates 360 times. After 229,600 years, the wise election is about to end. Now it has reincarnated nearly 300 times, I am afraid it will be more than 20,000 years later. It's about to end. However, if the host Xiao can find a better time for Hongyun, the time can be delayed..."

　　 Speaking of this, Qing Ye's tone became cold and cold: "Unfortunately, even if the host Xiao finds a better time for Hongyun, he is afraid that it will not be possible to get a complete Haotian Jianyun."

　　 "Is it because other Taiqing gods changed the rhyme of the sword?"

　　 Xiao Hua asked with interest.

　　 "Yes~"

　　 Qing Ye sighed, "I can't think of how the wisely chosen Haotian Great Sword Realm is like this, otherwise I would rather find a small sky realm, and I would never come here!"

　　 Regarding the change of Jian Yun, Xiao Hua told Ye Meng enough, and he didn't bother to say anything to Qing Ye. He asked again: "After the wise election is over, what will the Great Sword Realm look like?"

　　 "It is said that all Haotian is closed~"

　　 Qing Ye replied, "The light of the Great Sword Realm disappeared, and the world opened up. I didn't even need to wait for me to leave. The Great Sword Realm had a sword pattern to send me out!"

　　 "Hmm~"

　　 Xiao Hua nodded, "Xiao understands, Xie Qingwenyou!"

　　 After finishing speaking, Xiao Hua turned and flew to the other place.

　　 "Hoo~"

Qing Ye looked at Xiao Hua's back and let out a long sigh. He originally admired Xiao Hua's character, but after seeing the gloom of human nature in the Haotian Great Sword, he had doubts about his previous cognition. .

　　 "Oh~"

　　 Xiao Hua can naturally see Qing Ye's reaction. He can only sigh what he can say. In fact, when Xiao Hua got the picture of Dongting Xitai, he was aware of the preciousness of this picture.

　　 Dongting Xitai Tu should be somewhat similar to Lin Quan Gao Yi Tu, the inner center is divided into several layers of space, and there may even be a time Hongyun, but these spaces are sealed by the Haotian Great Sword Realm and cannot be used at this time.

　　 However, Xiao Hua is not thinking about Dongting Xitaitu at this time, UU reading www. uukanshu.com is not in Qing Ye's mood, but in the poems of "The Story of Yueyang Tower".

　　 "Worry for the world first and worry, and happy for the world afterwards",

　　 Xiao Hua was a little surprised: "This is such a worrying poem, why haven't I heard it?"

　　 "There are six arts and classics in the Apocalypse Primary Three Selection, Xiao Mou even got the Lingshan Book Realm of Qunyu, but from this vast book realm, Xiao has never seen such poems..."

　　 The more Xiao Hua thought about it, the more weird she felt in her heart, as if she had overlooked something.

　　 However, before Xiao Hua thought any more, he encountered other Taiqing Heavenly Immortals, Xiao Hua stopped, and still inquired about the closure of the Great Sword Realm.

　　 Seeing that it was the well-known hostess Xiao, no one dared to neglect, they all told their own knowledge.

About ten days later, Xiao Hua once again urged the sword-forging secret technique to go to the eight-face front, because he had already inquired clearly that the Haotian Great Sword Realm would be closed in 20,000 years, when the Haoguang of Eighth Haotian disappeared. That is to say, the sunny pavilion he was in was extinguished, and all the Taiqing Heavenly Immortals would be sent out, so he didn't spend much time in the Great Sword Realm of Haotian, he had to hurry up and practice pure and no miscellaneous skills!

Going to the eight-face front again, naturally, there is no need to fly as before for more than three hundred years. Xiao Hua tried to urge the pure one and no miscellaneous skills that he had already understood. As expected, the heavy epee pattern appeared like mountains and water, and Xiao Hua's Huajian passed by. After that, go straight to the Deyang Pavilion!

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