"Senior, has this question been calculated?" Yan Liqiang asked with a smile.

"It's gone, of course it's gone!" The old man laughed loudly, stroked his long beard, looked at Yan Liqiang's lower back, and kept nodding. The more he looked, the more satisfied he felt, "I have been in the Sword God Sect for so many years, and I have seen countless disciples of the Sword God Sect. Most of the disciples of the Sword God Sect emphasize martial arts over literature, and believe that poetry, books and articles are useless things, and are the paths of the side. However, they do not know that the so-called poetry, books and articles are just their form, and their bones and spirits are still in the heart, just like there is energy and spirit in the moves. The words, poetry, books and books also have energy and spirit. Get a wonderful article, just watching the peerless masters practice the supreme secret method. Just watching them from the side is enough to cleanse their minds, broaden their horizons, and cultivate a vast aura. I look at my friend's writings, which are not ordinary, and not a person who reads poetry and books, so it is impossible to have such pens. The sect leader really accepted a good disciple today!"

"The senior has been too rewarded. It is said that the poor and rich martial arts are rich. When he was a child, his family was not rich. He had no chance to practice martial arts, so he often went to the bookstores in the town to borrow books from wealthy families. He was lucky enough to recognize a few words!" Yan Liqiang made a fool of himself.

When it comes to poetry, books and articles, looking at the world, Yan Liqiang saw in his previous life that the five thousand years of cultural accumulation in China was really too much beyond this world, and it was simply difficult to compare. It can be said that the martial arts in this world can surpass that world, and the poetry, books and articles in that world can surpass this world. Yan Liqiang was not awesome in poetry, books and articles in his previous life, but in this era, it was enough to shock anyone.

And the most wonderful thing is that after Yijin and Marrow Cleansing Sutra, Yan Liqiang found that the articles and materials he had read in his previous life, even if he had not remembered them after reading them in his previous life, he would forget them. Now, as long as he thought about them, those things would appear in his mind continuously, and he could not forget them even if he wanted to. There were some books such as Tang poetry, Song lyrics, Yuan lyrics, and Yuan lyrics, and the essence of ancient Chinese. Yan Liqiang read some in his previous life. In the past, he only remembered a few classics. "The Memorial of the Master" and "Love Lotus" may not be able to memorize them after work, but now, he can remember everything, even if he only reads it occasionally, he is still vivid in his mind. In this way, it would be simple for Yan Liqiang to deal with this level on the fourth floor.

"Originally, according to the rules, I had to examine two couplets of my friend, but I saw that my friend was so quick that I no longer had to test couplets. Now there is only the last question. If my friend can pass, I can go upstairs!"

"Please give a question for me!"

The old man held the pen and pondered for a moment, then took out another piece of paper, placed it on the table, dipped the pen into ink, and then began to splash ink on the paper.

At the beginning, Yan Liqiang thought that the old man was going to write something, but later he found out that the old man was not writing, but painting. In the old man's pen, Yan Liqiang saw that the old man's painting was the scenery on Tiankui Peak, and it was the snow scene that he could see in the past few days. In the end, in the old man's writing, there were ice and snow on Tiankui Peak, and a few cold plums bloomed proudly, which was very prominent, and suddenly had the finishing touch.

The old man finished his pen, stood still, looked at his painting with satisfaction, smiled, and then said to Yan Liqiang, "What do you think of this painting?"

"Yes, the senior's painting method is perfect, which is admirable, and this painting has a unique artistic conception!"

"But there is still a pair of characters missing in this painting. The last question is that I will write the words on this painting, and all the poems and articles are available. As long as the words on the painting can be consistent with the artistic conception of the painting, and the calligraphy and paintings complement each other, even if you pass the last level, if you pass the words on the painting, if the words on the painting are not matched with this painting and ruin the painting, then the friend on the fourth floor will not be able to pass the level on this level!"

The last question asked by the old man was suddenly increased to a higher level compared to the previous couplets, and the most difficult thing was to have Yan Liqiang perform on the spot.

After the old man finished speaking, he put the pen on the pen holder, leaving Yan Liqiang time to think

Looking at the painting drawn by the old man, Yan Liqiang felt something, and a poem burst out in his mind instantly.

Just after a moment of brewing in his head, Yan Liqiang picked up the pen and dipped it in ink.

"My friend is careful. You can think about this last question slowly and write it when you are sure of it, so as not to be unbeautiful and leave regrets for yourself. Most people write inscriptions on them, and sometimes it is common for ten days and half a month to think about it!" The old man next to him saw that Yan Liqiang was about to write so quickly, so he kindly reminded him.

"Thank you for reminding me, I'm a proper person!" Yan Liqiang smiled, and as soon as the pen moved, two words on the painting of Plum Blossom.

The old man stared at Yan Liqiang's pen.

Yan Liqiang took a deep breath, his pen was swaying, and he wrote quickly, and the characters began to sprinkle out of his pen.

The wind and rain send back spring, and the flying snow welcomes spring.

It is already a cliff with ice a hundred feet, and there are still beautiful flowers and branches.

I don’t compete for spring, I only repay the spring.

When the mountains are blooming, she smiles in the bushes.

Just when he saw the first sentence Yan Liqiang wrote, the old man's eyes lit up. When Yan Liqiang's smile finished writing, the old man looked at the poem Yan Liqiang wrote on the painting, and was speechless and could not speak.

This poem, written by Taizu, is unparalleled in the world. The poem contains both noble and proud character, as well as the righteousness of heaven and earth and the style of kingly demeanor. This is Yan Liqiang's favorite poem about plum blossoms. What's even more rare is that this poem also corresponds to the identity of the Taoist protector who Yan Liqiang inherited in the Sword God Sect at this moment, so Yan Liqiang wrote this poem without hesitation and wrote it on the painting.

"Such a word, such a word..." The old man looked at Yongmei written by Yan Liqiang and was a little lost. Finally, he sighed, "Young friend can write such a poem ten times better than me. No one in the entire Sword God Sect can do such a poem for hundreds of years, but I am a little overestimated. This level cannot stop you, so go up!"

"Thank you, senior!" Yan Liqiang bowed to the old man, then turned around and walked towards the passage leading to the fifth floor.

"My friend, wait..." The old man suddenly called Yan Liqiang, and Yan Liqiang stopped suddenly and turned his head, "Senior, what advice do you have?"

The old man looked at Yan Liqiang with some expectations, "On this floor, the secrets on each floor above are rare in the entire Sword God Sect. The secrets on the top are the more precious the skills. However, for more than three hundred years, no one in the Sword God Sect can reach the ninth floor of the Death Sect and obtain the ninth floor. With the talent of a friend, you may be able to try it!"

"Ah, I wonder what's on the ninth floor here?"

"Young friend will know that if you can go up, but I can't tell you here, otherwise it will be a bad thing!" The old man shook his head, but did not say it.

"Okay, thank you for your encouragement!"

When the old man said that, Yan Liqiang became curious. He didn't know what was in the ninth floor of the Crystal Tower Death Gate that had not been obtained by the disciples of the Sword God Sect for more than 300 years.

Yan Liqiang then walked directly to the door of the fifth floor. At the door of the fifth floor, there was still a line of words, reminding Yan Liqiang what he had just passed about.
Chapter completed!