Mystery Makes Me Strong

Then everyone went home.

Open the door and go in, each clean up their own.

Wen Rensheng went to the study alone, and the first thing he did was look for the mysterious books that he remembered and commented on the poems.

After searching for a while, I found that the problem was not serious, and I only wrote a few poems.

So he relieved himself and went back to take a bath and rest.

It was only halfway through the sleep when the door seemed to rang, and then he vaguely heard a voice, some gibberish words like "fish", "water"...

Definitely an illusion.

He thought vaguely like this, and continued to fall into the dream.

The next morning, Sunday.

The sky is clear, the white clouds are long, the birds are singing, and the breeze is blowing.

After Wen Rensheng got up, he felt tired all over. For some reason, he didn't expect that gatherings would also consume energy.

However, the exercise must continue as usual, especially the training of Hawkeye, which cannot be stopped every day.

According to the opinions of those senior experts, it is a simple and convenient method to train the eagle eye by forming the habit of stargazing in the morning.

First practice to the extreme with the naked eye, and be able to see the stars in broad daylight, which means that the skill proficiency is full, and the rest is to find opportunities for sublimation.

Of course, getting up early to look at the stars is not just for watching the sunrise. Watching the sun will hurt your eyes.

After cleaning up as usual, he came to the front yard and looked up at the sky.

Originally the best place was the balcony, but someone occupied it, so it was inconvenient to go there.

Not long after, a leisurely female voice came from the balcony.

"There is a fish in Dark North, and its name is Kun."

Zhao Han was standing on the balcony reciting aloud, shaking his head, as if he was comprehending something.

Just the next sentence left Wen Rensheng speechless.

"The Kun is so big that it can't be stewed in a pot..." accompanied by the sound of swallowing.

"It turns into a bird...it turns into a bird, and its name is Peng. Peng is so big that it needs two grills..."

Wen Rensheng silently used a different kind of power to plug his ears, and continued to practice his eyes.

After a while, he seemed to come to his senses, and then he lowered his head and turned on his phone...to check Zhao Han's circle of friends.

Sure enough, she posted "A Happy Journey" in Moments, and many people have already commented on it.

Most people were amazed, and one of them was the divine commentary that she had just recited...

The nickname of the reviewer of Shenping is "holding the hot pot and looking at the stars".

Well, like attracts like.

When the time came to 7 o'clock, Wu Shanshan called him to eat.

In the dining room, everyone gathered around the round table, preparing to have breakfast.

Wen Rensheng looked around and found that there was no one else. Wu Liansong, who had been staying at his house all this time, was not here today, and he obviously came back together yesterday.

"Old Wu, aren't you here?" He asked.

"I left in the middle of the night." Wu Shanshan said without looking up.

"Oh," Wen Rensheng nodded first, then he was surprised, "Why are you so clear?"

"He sent me a message saying he was going on a long business trip." Wu Shanshan said it as a matter of course.

"So that's how it is." Wen Rensheng was thoughtful, and Lao Zhao acted fast enough.

Only this time, how does the other party plan to plan?

The opponent is a mysterious master. The gap in strength cannot be made up by strategy.

"Eat, eat." Wen Rende added some food to Wen Rensheng again, in exchange for Ouyang Ling's very pleased look.

Wen Rensheng stopped thinking about it, and things will eventually become clear.

He ate a piece of stir-fried lotus root slices, which were crispy and tasty, just like this life, the more he chewed, the more he could feel the taste.

After dinner, Wen Rensheng went to the study to read.

Within half an hour, the door was pushed open.

"Why is it you?" Wen Rensheng didn't open his eyes, let alone get up from the sofa, but his tone was a little surprised.

"Why can't it be me?" Wen Rende walked in generously and sat directly opposite him.

"What's the matter?"

"Which? Son, do you have any other poems? I understand you very well. After all, compared to your different cultivation, poems and songs are all trivial. Although you are extremely talented, you have never paid attention to it," Wen Rende said bluntly, "But this is too wasteful, you can actually leave it to me to carry forward."

Wen Rensheng did not directly refuse, but asked instead: "Let me carry forward? You don't even know how to carry forward the rhyme and sticky rhymes?"

"Do you think it's enough to copy two songs and get superficial praise from laymen? As long as you meet an expert in this field, you will immediately reveal your truth. No matter how high you stand before, you will fall hard."

"Look at what you said, I can learn it. The ancients could learn it well, but there is no reason why people today can't learn it." Wen Rende said eloquently.

"Why did you not learn before, but only copied others?" Wen Rensheng continued to ask.

"I was not in the mood before, and I was too lazy to learn..." Wen Rende said angrily, "Besides, I am like dreaming every day, and I can't remember it even after I learn it."

"I understand. But even if you can regain the alien species, it is useless to learn this. The so-called various realms and comprehensions of people have long been clearly written in various modern scientific theories. The key is whether you can Have some awareness, can it be used in practice? Looking at the vernacular, modern poetry is so simple." Wen Rensheng shook his head and said.

"Why is it useless? A lot of old guys just like this." Wen Rende said casually.

Wen Rensheng opened his eyes, looked at Wen Rende, and suddenly asked:

"Is this what you predicted too?"

"What prediction?" Wen Rende looked puzzled, and then plausibly said,

"I'm just telling the truth. Those masters, even grand masters, were at least a hundred years ago. How could they like plain and easy-to-understand modern poems?"

"They are talking about style, accumulation, the kind of artistic conception that can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words, and they like things that coincide with mysterious charm..."

Wen Rensheng was thoughtful, and then stretched out his hand.

Wen Rende was surprised: "What do you want?"

"Bring me a pen and paper."

"Okay, I knew son, you still love daddy," Wen Rende said excitedly, and quickly went to the desk to get a pen and paper, "I really didn't waste my time..."

"What happened to you back then?" Wen Rensheng's heart moved.

"I mean, it's not in vain that your mother and I insisted on giving birth to you. You don't know, many people advised me not to have a child so early, and to concentrate on becoming an expert first..." Wen Rende held the rice paper He handed him the pen and pen, and muttered.

"Oh, you go back first, I'll fix it for you." Wen Rensheng took the pen and paper and waved.

"Okay, I'll go back and start now. Let's start with the basics of ancient poetry. That kind of mediocre confrontation will definitely not trouble me." Wen Rende said enthusiastically.

"I hope so." Wen Rensheng shook his head slightly.

So Wen Rende turned and left the study.

After he left, Wen Rensheng put the pen and paper on the coffee table next to the sofa, and took out his mobile phone first.

Not long after, he began to use a beautiful and neat regular script on rice paper to write down the poems and songs in his memory, all of which did not exist on this world line after checking for duplicates.

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Sky Club.

R\u0026D Center Manager's Office.

A young woman with long black hair, a light body, a lonely face, and otherworldly, is reciting softly:

"If the husband takes advantage of the righteousness of the heaven and the earth, and guards against the debate of the six qi, if he wants to swim infinitely, he will be evil? Therefore, it is said: all people have no self, gods and people have no merit, and saints have no name..."

After thinking about it for a while, the woman muttered to herself:

"So when you were still a moth, did you have the ambition to be a Kunpeng? Sure enough, he is the man I chose."

"However, are you warning me? Even those who can swim infinitely are still subject to the restrictions of this world, let me not do whatever I want?"

After a while, her hair moved without wind and began to be braided into two braids.

"Wait, let me say it again, no, three times."

Halfway through the braid, it shook for a while, and finally stopped.

"There is a fish in the Northern Darkness, and its name is Kun. The size of the Kun is so big, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is; when it turns into a bird, its name is Peng. The back of the Peng, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is..."

It will be on the shelves almost this Friday, I hope everyone will continue to support it, and more will be added after it is on the shelves