It was a very large ship with long sails and waves, rolling along the Grand Canal, towards Kyoto. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The unscrupulous people also followed.

Yang Chen stood on the deck, looking at the rolling river, and the green mountains in the distance, and there were white clouds floating in the sky, and his heart couldn't help but open up.

There was a small poem, silently emerging in his heart, he muttered to himself, recited it, but the voice was so subtle that no one noticed.

The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes.

Success or failure turns empty.

The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times.

On the white-haired fisherman river, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze.

A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet.

How many things in ancient and modern times are laughing and talking.

This is a poem that Yang Chen liked very much in his previous life, and he often hung it on his lips, and in his free time, he would silently recite it and experience the thoughts contained in this poem.

The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and how many heroes disappear like flying waves.

Whether it is right or wrong, or success or failure (the success and fame of ancient and modern heroes), it is all empty, and it has disappeared with the passage of time.

The green mountains (rivers and mountains) of that year still exist, and the sun still rises and sets.

The white-haired hermit by the river has long been accustomed to the changes of time.

It is rare to see old friends, drink a glass of wine, and put many things in the past and present into (people's) talk and laughter.

This is a historical poem, which expresses the emotion of life by narrating the rise and fall of history, bold and subtle, high-pitched and profound.

Judging from the whole word, the tone is generous and tragic, and the meaning is endless, which makes people feel relieved to read it, and can't help but add a thousand emotions to their hearts.

While making readers feel desolate and tragic, this poem also creates a calm and quiet atmosphere, and reflects a lofty artistic conception and a profound philosophy of life.

The author tries to explore the eternal value in the rush and precipitation of the long river of history, and to find a profound philosophy of life between success and failure, with a sense of historical rise and fall, and more of the ups and downs of life, reflecting a noble sentiment and a broad mind.

While savoring this poem, the reader seems to feel that it is not the water of the Yangtze River that rushes away, but the ruthless history, as if listening to a sigh of history, so they look for the eternal value of life in the sigh.

The rolling Yangtze River, surging eastward, irresistible, unstoppable.

The waves splashed, and the heroes of the ages disappeared in it. Whether it is right or wrong, whether it is successful or defeated, fame and career, in the blink of an eye, the work will disappear with the flow of the river, and there will be no trace.

Only the green hills still stand in front of you, watching the sun set again and again.

When he was silently analyzing this sudden feeling in his heart, his heart suddenly moved, and his eyes were shining, and he looked under the ship.

"Murderous?"

Yang Chen looked at the Nine Emperor Princes beside him, and saw that the Nine Emperor Princes were also tight, and there was great anger in his eyes, he didn't expect that at this time, someone would come to assassinate him and others.

"Master Yang, please also enter the cabin in case of accidents. ”

The Nine Emperor Princes walked to Yang Chen's side in a staggered step and whispered to Yang Chen.

Yang Chen shook his head and said, "No need, this time, there are a lot of people coming, and wherever I am, it's the same." ”

Looking at the autumn water, Yang Chen's body was up and down, his qi was restrained, and a wisp of cold killing intent was also looming.

I saw another big boat on the river, which was coming by the wind and waves.

On the big ship, there was a group of people, all of them masked in black scarves, dressed in black, and their blood rose to the sky, full of strong killing intent.

This thick killing intent condensed together, suspended in mid-air, and turned into a blood-colored dark cloud.

"It's so strong killing intent, I really don't know how many people they killed before they were able to condense such a blood-colored dark cloud. ”

Yang Chen's eyes shot a cold gaze, from these people, he could see that these people should be first-class killers, who exist specifically to kill people.

It is not a pity for such a person to die.

"Nine Emperor Princes, before these people arrive, we should deal with those people in the water, otherwise, wait a while, our ship is afraid to sink in the water. ”

"What?"

The Nine Emperor Princes were slightly stunned, and then became furious, "They are going to rebel!"

This group of water ghosts, the breath-holding kung fu is excellent, with the water splash covering, almost did not leak out the slightest breath, if there is no defense, this group of water ghosts, chisel the boat, gushing out from under the water, under the chaos, will inevitably damage a lot of people of the Nine Emperor Princes.

"Li Jiu, you hurry up and take people down and kill all these water ghosts, and leave no one behind. ”

A master who attracted qi into his body, with a dark complexion, skin in his eyes, and full of energy, as soon as he heard the words, he was going to take people down and kill these water ghosts from the bottom of the water.

"There's no need to be so troublesome, I have a poem that can kill these people. ”

The wind and rain did not move like a mountain, Yang Chen stood on the deck, did not change color at all, he looked at the river rolling and flowing under the boat, let go of his voice, the sound was like thunder, resounding on the river.

A poem that has been passed down through the ages has been passed down in this world.

A remnant sun spreads in the water, half of the river is sorrowful and half of the river is red.

Pity the third night of the first month of September, the dew is like a real pearl and the moon is like a bow.

The sound was like thunder, alarming for nine days, spreading all over the banks of the river, and many people heard this poem.

With Yang Chen's chanting, behind Yang Chen, a white jade willow tree emerged, and the white jade willow tree was crystal clear all over, with white talent surging.

At this time, the qi exploded, and I saw a bright moon in the sky, emerging in the daytime.

In addition, there is a sky full of stars.

"The stars are in the day?"

In this small square of heaven and earth, day and night are reversed, and the stars and moon are in the sky, which makes many ordinary people feel that it is a god who has descended into the world, and they are afraid.

Sou!

A thick moonlight shot down from the silver disc embedded in the sky.

This moonlight, with the thickness of an arm, is as bright as electricity, shining on the entire sky, and when it is close to the river, the thick moonlight, as if it has spirituality, volleys into a moonlight divine bow.

Compose the Moonlight Arrow!

After the Moonlight Divine Bow appeared, a Moonlight Divine Arrow appeared on the Moonlight Divine Bow, as if there was a heavenly god descending to earth and standing in the air, and the Moonlight Divine Bow was automatically pulled into a semicircle and aimed at the river.

Whoosh!

Moonlight arrows shot down and fell into the water.

And in the water, there are drops of water like pearls boiling, turning into powerful killing weapons.

The dew is like a real pearl and the moon is like a bow!

The bottom of the river was red, and the thick smell of blood came from underwater.