Ninghai, it is not very accurate to say that it is a coastal city, because this city is not located on the mainland, but on an island.

But this island is a bit strange, or the sea area is quite strange. The water level for a period of time makes it an island hanging on the sea. The water level for a period of time is low, and the land is exposed, making it a peninsula. This phenomenon has nothing to do with the rise and fall of the tide.

The five people from Vientiane Gate were behind the merchant convoy and arrived at the coast for some time. When they arrived, it was already night. Ninghai was in an isolated island state. At this time, the teleportation array was closed. Although the bright moon was hanging high tonight, no ferry was willing to go out to sea at night and had to wait until the next day.

There was nothing wrong with Hua Lanting and the other four. There was no problem with flying on the water without traces. If you swim across the vast ocean, you would not have the ability or necessity, but this is not a problem to find the truth.

He took them to the beach, Xunzhen took out something from his arms and threw it out. The thing grew in the wind and fell on the sea. It turned out to be a big spider about feet high and four or five feet long. It was as dark as ink, with a flat chest and abdomen, and eight long legs were supported, floating with the waves.

Xunzhen made everyone stand up. After injecting Yuanli, the big spider's eight legs bounced, gently slid against the water surface, and rushed far away in just a moment.

As the Yuan power increases, the big spider slid on the sea like lightning, fast and steady, without any splashes of water, and like a fast boat running towards the depths of the sea.

Hua Lanting and the others were walking in the wind, unable to help but be amazed and amazed.

If you observe carefully, the spider is real, with all the body, joints, eyes, etc., but it is broken, but it is not a living creature.

The eight long footsteps of the big spider are divided into base joints, rotation joints, leg joints, knee joints, tibial joints, posterior tarsal joints, tarsal joints and tarsal joints. They are extremely flexible and powerful. The footsteps are covered with dense bristles, which can help the body adjust when the air flows, and can generate buoyancy on the water surface.

Everyone asked Xunzhen what kind of good baby this is.

"This thing is called Black Widow. It is a heterogeneous species among spiders. It has average net-building ability and is not very virulent. The advantage is that its body is extremely hard, and it is extremely light and agile, with extremely fast speed, amphibious, and difficult to capture."

"I took advantage of the internal struggle of his tribe to get it. Unfortunately, I was already half dead when I caught it. Later, I asked the elders of Dongming Peak to make it into a transportation tool. The real energy consumed when driving is not large, and it is suitable for long-distance rushing."

The five people galloped on the sea like water. Under the bright moonlight, a water line that pierced the depths of the sea appeared on the calm water surface, which was shining with silver light. It felt a different feeling than flying in the air.

The sea breeze blows gently, and they slightly sank on the deep sea water. When Xunzhen raises the speed to a higher level, the stimulation of speeding gradually appears.

The four of them became excited.

Lin Xianjing said to Yi Liunian: "Liu Nian, I heard that you have received several praises in Zhidao Academy recently. How about it? Why not write a poem in the face of this situation?"

Yi Liunian is a little embarrassed.

He only began to read and write after entering the door. Although he has made significant progress in learning poetry, books and articles over the years, it is still difficult to make him improvise a high-quality poem.

Even Hua Lanting and Lin Xianjing could not speak out at any time.

You should know that the ancients could become famous for their seven-step poems.

Yi Liunian refused to bow his head easily in front of Lin Xianjing, forced himself to scrape his stomach, and coughed dryly, saying, "Listen OK. That, well, it is said that the sea scenery in front of me is as beautiful as a painting. I originally wanted to recite poems to give it to the world. However, I have little culture and can only hold the grass waves so big."

Lin Xian covered his face with his hands and sneered: "It's not my brother, I'll tell you."

"The boundary of language is the boundary of your world; the texture of language is the texture of your life. The lack of expression and the poverty of language are the ultimate poverty. Now it is emptying the younger generation, and many people keep silent, and only have one sentence to go around the world."

"Some people think that ancient poems are too pretentious, so they are more authentic than holding grass ox forks. They think that such words are convenient, concise, easy to understand, and refreshing and vigorous, so they are proud of it."

"Actually, I like it, and I don't object to the use. But after this sentence, you must be meaningful."

"I heard that when we were on the Houtu Continent, there was a place in Xianzhou that suffered natural disasters. When some countries in the secular world knew about it, in order to flatter the disaster-stricken sects, they tried every means to send in a batch of useful materials. They wrote a sentence on it, saying, "

Is he said he had no clothes? He was with his son.

The mountains and rivers are different, and the wind and moon are the same."

"Let's not care about the purpose for now. As far as I know, the first two sentences come from the Book of Songs more than 1,300 years ago in the civilized world. The last two sentences are words and sentences developed by Japanese people to invite the monk to learn from the truth. At this time, they can still express their meaning in a perfect way."

"It's a pity that the world is getting worse and people's hearts are not as good as ever. Those beautiful languages ​​are no longer praised by later generations and even despised and ridiculed. The popular slang is popular in the past."

Lin Xianjing was still there, but Yi Liunian was dissatisfied and interrupted him and retorted: "Xianjing, if I had let go of the past, I would have been stunned by you, my buddy, but now it is different from the past. What you said sounds reasonable, but it cannot stand the scrutiny."

"For a long time, many people think that ancient poetry is something that only cultural people can understand, and it is very noble."

"Little do you know that the original author of the Book of Songs you mentioned was actually a group of illiterate words. The beautiful words in your mouth are all from the mouths of ordinary people in farming. They are just local languages ​​and folk songs in the countryside that are just recorded and compiled into books by literati."

"Emotions, emotions, do you understand? Even folk songs are not sung casually. The so-called "no sorrow, no joy, no singing, only the simple true feelings are felt. Only when you have it, will it be expressed from the heart, and it will be filled with water and overflowing, instead of what you just asked me to force me to express my sorrow for writing new lyrics."

"Besides, you care about my goodness or badness, I made a poem, right? This is progress."

Lin Xianjing naturally couldn't tolerate Liunian showing off and refuted: "Authentic, you also said some truths. I do not disagree that poetry is an expression that comes from the folk and is a strong expression."

"My focus is that people's language function is degrading now, people's perception of life has decreased, and aesthetics have become ugliness. Not only does information acceptance become fragmented, but emotional expression of muscle weakness, and resist absorbing essence from ancient civilization and cultural heritage."

"I didn't have to ask to imitate the ancients' words, but you can't have a lot of trouble in your heart, but you'll be speechless except for a sentence that you're so beautiful when you hold the grass. At least you have to know how to associate, imagine and express it in a visual way."

"You remember when you first went up the mountain, you and I had a conversation with Lan Ting. I could express every word you said more beautifully in ancient poems. This shows that the popular words in your mouth are just left over from the ancients' plays, and we have not made any progress."

Yi Liunian: "Why didn't there be any progress? This is too arbitrary."

"A few days ago, when I was in class at the school, my husband asked us to use the word confiscation to make a sentence. Someone said that the master confiscated my spirit stone so light and it was so unnutritious. However, my brothers and I also had golden sentences that made my husband look at him with admiration. For example:

“Time confiscated my youth;

The sun confiscates the rain on the ground;

My mother's hug confiscated my fear;

The children's laughter confiscated the coldness of winter."

"Isn't this delicious? Why did we pick up the ancients' wisdom?"

Lin Xian sneered in surprise: "Haha, okay, I'll give you an example."

"The word "hehe" is something you often use recently. What you don't know is that it has been used by ancient people for more than a thousand years, and you just picked it up again."

Yi Liunian was confused this time.

Lin Xian sneered: "I don't know either. Have the poet Wei Zhuang heard of it?"

Yi Liunian said: "I know, his most famous poem seems to be: Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and tourists only meet the old Jiangnan. In addition, there is: I remember the joy of Jiangnan now. When I was young, I was thin in spring. I rode a horse and leaned against a slanted bridge, and my red sleeves were stroking on the building."

Lin Xianjing: "It's this one. It seems that you have not read all of his "Five Poems of Bodhisattva Man". One of them is like this:

I advise you to be intoxicated tonight.

Don’t talk about the Ming Dynasty before.

Take care of your master's heart,

The wine is deep and affectionate.

You must worry about the shortness of spring leakage,

Don't tell me that the golden cup is full.

Hey, when you meet wine,

How much can life be."

"Did you hear it? Hehe, hehe, not drinking."

Yi Liunian was speechless: "It really happens, I'll just laugh."

"However, this does not mean that we have inherited the old saying you like, activated it again, and given new meanings. This is a good thing."

It was Lin Xian's turn to hear it was speechless.

The two continued to argue.

In the end, the two gradually blushed and were about to start arguing.

Lin Xianjing shouted loudly: "My surname is Yi, what did you do before? Are you addicted to making trouble?"

Yi Liunian was not outdone: "My surname is Lin, what did you do before? I've told you clearly that I used to be a lock and key, and I'm just treating people like you who don't match the key hole and can't get through no matter how hard you poke it!"

Lin Xianjing: "Haha, I am a fortune teller, and I specialize in treating people like you who are dissatisfied with the proven truth, but do not believe or listen to them."

Yi Liunian: "Hmph, who is using the key, please, do you have it?"

Lin Xianjing: "Hmph and add one, fortune teller, what is the master's calculating?"

Seeing the two of them getting angry, Hua Lanting, who was so happy, came out to smooth things out: "Two, two, don't argue, your husband is right, your mother is right, let me summarize and say justice."

"Language and words are projections of the thoughts of the era. The popularity of vulgar words can indeed reflect the vulgarity of people's emotional spirit and the withering of spiritual aesthetics at that time."

"The Central Dutu Continent was once tolerant, but later became more hostile, and my Eastern Shuxuan Immortal Continent became open, absorbing many languages ​​from the other four continents. In addition, we were also influenced by traditional culture in the world, and our vocabulary and speech became more and more diverse. This is a good thing, and it is even more trend."

"Xian Jing said that the fault-like cultural scarcity, poor language, etc. also exist. But I am not very worried about this."

"The times are always moving forward from generation to generation. Each generation has its own characteristics, characteristics and mission. Temporary and occasional retreats and detours cannot change the general trend of history."

"From this point, young people will have collective conscious self-reflection and self-correction during and after they grow up, especially after the current wave has handed over the responsibility to the younger wave, there will be the backbone who stands up to carry forward the past and the future, and shoulder the burdens entrusted by that era."

"Young and frivolous, even ignorant and fearless, and vulgarity do not mean that they will not be influenced by the cultural heritage flowing in their blood and engraved in their bones. I believe they will find a way that suits them with a repulsive attitude."
Chapter completed!