"You are happy too early. If this is really the result of a thousand dreams, we won't even have time to cry now." Liu Qiancheng had a bitter look on his face.

"How do you say this?" Bai Cangdong asked.

Liu Qiancheng smiled bitterly and said: "If these stone steps are really the result of a thousand-year dream, then there are only two possibilities. One is that the sage Xin Meng controlled the thousand-year dream; the other is that the thousand-year dream became the spirit and gave birth to himself.

Spiritual wisdom has turned into this endless dream stone staircase. Which one do you think is more likely?"

Zhu Feng and Ning Xue's expressions changed drastically after hearing Liu Qiancheng's words. The joy on their faces was completely gone, and their expressions instantly became extremely ugly.

"Hundreds of years have passed, and the possibility that Sage Xinmeng is still alive is extremely slim. If it is true that the Thousand-Year Dream has opened up spiritual intelligence on its own, then we must be able to write an article that is approved by it before we can escape.

"Ning Xue said with a pale face.

"It's just an article, don't we have great hope of getting out of trouble?" Bai Candong was overjoyed. Now his fighting ability is indeed not very good, but if it comes to articles, the thousands of years of brilliant literary history on earth can be used by Bai Candong.

Borrowing makes things much simpler.

"Do you really think you are a great scholar?" Zhu Feng said with a cold face: "When a saint of the sage level is released, the articles he writes must have become a saint in the world, and it is difficult to find a comparable one among the same type.

What's more, we have never seen the sacred object order of One Thousand Years of Dreams at all. We don't know what is specifically written and drawn on it. How can we do it based on the two sentences left by the sage Xinmeng that we only know?

How can an article of the same level be recognized by the Millennium Dream?"

"That's not necessarily impossible. The poem written by Xinmeng Xian has already left two of the most critical sentences. As long as we make similar poems based on them, there should be nothing wrong." Bai Cangdong said.

"What's the use of just talking? If you are really capable, just write an article that can be recognized by the Millennium Dream and let us all get out of trouble. I, Zhu Feng, will really win over you." Zhu Feng said coldly.

Bai Cangdong ignored Zhu Feng, but his mind was racing with thoughts.

He also knew about the channeling of holy objects from the memory of Bai Cangdong in the past. Holy objects above the sage level are born with their own spirituality, while holy objects below the sage level need some kind of opportunity to gain their own spiritual intelligence.

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Under normal circumstances, those who can generate spiritual wisdom on their own are saints. It is not surprising that this sage-level saint, the Millennium Dream, can channel spirits.

What Bai Cangdong was thinking was that ordinary saint-level holy objects must be used by people of the same level in order to exert their power. But holy objects that have self-generated spiritual intelligence are different, because with spiritual intelligence, they themselves can

It can exert part of its own power, although it is not as powerful as when controlled by a strong person, but it is a saint of the sage level after all. If you can get its approval and let it recognize its master, it can deal with Fang Jianhao, who has just been promoted to the real person level.

There should be no problem.

Thinking of this, Bai Cangdong emptied his head and secretly thought about whether there was any poem with a meaning closer to the meaning of "The only dream in a thousand years, I woke up without a trace".

"Junior Brother Bai, among us, you have the best literary talent. Think carefully and see if you can come up with similar verses." Liu Qiancheng looked at Bai Candong eagerly and said.

He himself was not good at poetry and poetry, so he pinned all his hopes on Bai Candong. After all, Bai Candong had even solved the name of the devil, so he should still have some abilities.

Ning Xue also looked at Bai Cangdong. She thought for a long time and thought of many sentences, but none of them could compare with the two sentences left by Xinmeng Sage.

"Let me give it a try." Bai Cangdong thought for a while, and finally he thought of a poem with such a meaning, but it still felt a little different, but now he can only give it a try first.

"Junior Brother Bai, have you already thought of it? Read it out quickly and try it." Liu Qiancheng said happily.

"The east wind is not willing to enter the east gate, and the horse still looks for the village of Sui. People are like autumn and Hong come with letters, and things are like spring dreams without leaving a trace." These four sentences read by Bai Cangdong are from a poem written by Su Shi.

first half.

The poem is naturally very well written, but Bai Cangdong always feels that it is somewhat different from the artistic conception of Xinmeng Xianren.

Liu Qiancheng and the three of them all looked at the stone steps and waited for a while, but nothing happened.

"I told you, how can it be so easy to come up with holy poems? Do you really think of him as a literary master?" Zhu Feng was already unhappy with Bai Cangdong, but when he saw Bai Cangdong, he made another move.

The poem failed and I couldn't help but taunt him.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. This poem is already done very well. Junior Brother Bai, think about it again, think about it again..." Liu Qiancheng kept counting on Bai Candong.

Ning Xue thought for a while and said: "Although I don't fully understand Junior Brother Bai's poem, it is indeed very well done. It's just that the artistic conception seems a little different from Xin Meng Xian's poem. It's not that your poem is not good.

, It’s just because Xinmeng Sage was originally working on the Holy Artifact Order of the Millennium Dream, and he has reached the extreme in this aspect, and it is too difficult to surpass him in this aspect.”

Bai Candong nodded. He thought so too. He touched his nose and continued to think rapidly, hoping to find another poem.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in Bai Cangdong's mind, and he thought of another poem.

"This one might work." Bai Cangdong rubbed his temples and thought about the whole poem carefully as he said it.

"Xin Meng Xian went through countless ups and downs before he composed such a holy poem. Who do you think you are? Just thinking about it, you can come up with a poem that is comparable to Xin Meng Xian's painstaking efforts. Don't be so impetuous, isn't it?

If you accidentally write two good poems, you are really a literary giant. It's not too late to think about it carefully, but it's useless to write poems quickly." Zhu Feng mocked.

"Junior brother Bai, don't be as knowledgeable as Zhu Feng. But this is related to our life and death. Think about it carefully and take your time. We still have time." Liu Qiancheng also felt that Bai Cangdong was too hasty, as he had just done this

Not long after one song, another one came in the blink of an eye, and was thrown out like garbage. How can one create a holy verse that will be passed down through the ages.

Ning Xue also advised: "Junior Brother Bai, you don't have to be in such a hurry. Haste makes waste in everything. Let's think about it together and you can consider it carefully."

Ning Xue just felt that Bai Cangdong's poem just now was very good, but it was not recognized by the Millennium Dream, so she was inevitably a little impetuous. There was something wrong with her mentality, so she wrote another poem so quickly.

I'm afraid I didn't think too carefully about it.

"If this song doesn't work, there's no point in thinking about it." Bai Cangdong is telling the truth. There are only two songs in his memory that are somewhat similar to the two lines by Xinmeng Sage. If they don't work, there's no point in thinking about it.

Useful.
Chapter completed!