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What do you think these two monolith inscriptions are? Why was he favored by someone like Third Young Master Ye Wuhai? To be honest, Ye Wuhai was not only a valiant swordsman, he was also a rare calligraphy fanatic. He had once honed the styles and fonts of many painters and calligrapher with the "Celestial Fox Brush" that his close friend Liu Zhentian had given him. It didn't matter if it was Zhang Daoying, the Eastern Han Dunhuang Jiuquan's Zhang Boying, who was honored as the "Grass Sage", or Wang Xizhi, the Eastern Jin's famous calligrapher Wang Xizhi, who was known as the "Book Sage".

There was a saying, "Painting is not separated like sisters". Even for a painter's calligraphy style, Ye Wuhai had personally practiced it before. Needless to say, Ye Wuhai had long mastered them to perfection, to the point that they were practically at the pinnacle of perfection, to the point that they were hard to differentiate between real and fake, and to the point that they were even inferior to fakes. Because he was talented in this aspect, his influence on the future generations of the millennium was endless. Although he did not know who he influenced in the field of painting, Ye Wuhai had guessed that his style would affect the future generations, and as for who he influenced, it was hard for him to know. Even if he only knew a little in his dreams, it was still a very small number of people.

Then there was Giotto, the painter of the early Italian Renaissance, Kiss of Judah, Andrei Ruberev, the famous Byzantine iconist master, the famous monk painter of the Holy Trinity, Weiden, the author of the famous Netherlands painting Portrait of Women, the last master of the fifteenth-century Italian Florentine school, the painter of the Spring, Michelangelo, the artist of the 16th century Artistic Giant, The Apocalypse of the Apocalypse, one of the great figures of the Venetian Venenzacist, Giorgio Giorgio, one of the Renaissance Italian "Trinity", the creator of the Greek mythology of Raphel, the author of the "Romulus", Sir Joshua Reynolds (Reynolds), the former First Dean of the Royal Academy of Fine Arts and portrait painter of Masdapeia, Henry Fusely (Henry Fusley), the author of the English Romantic paintings, the poet William Blake (William Blake), the British landscape painter and author of The Storm (William Turner), and the professional landscape painter John Coutable Constable, the author of The Church of Salisbury from the Bishop's Garden, the artist of the English painting Palfrey, the young poet Arthur Hughes of the House of Poetry.

The seventh floor suddenly appeared out of nowhere, the forty doors open to the wind.

However, the astonished bird flew to the flat ground, flying in the air while speaking these shocking words.

The four steps seemed to pierce through a hole, the peak climbing out of the cage.

The beautiful atmosphere of the setting sun and the rain of spring trees filled the entire city.

After listening to this seemingly ordinary poem, Third Young Master Ye Wuhai had quickly arrived at the west gate of the tower. Just like how he had admired calligrapher Zhu Suiliang's inscriptions, he couldn't help but start to appraise the stone inscriptions on the west gate. Above the lintel of the west gate, just like the lintel of the other three archways on the ground floor, were carved patterns of carved stone, such as that of the vine, the cloud dragon, the Buddha, and so on, and these images were arranged in a compact and compact manner, with firm lines of determination and extraordinary bearing, which naturally added to the figure, colour, and price of the square tower of imitation wood, while at the same time multiplying it. However, in Ye Wuhai's eyes, what was even more valuable and meaningful was far more than that, because there was a famous monument for inscription before, and a famous calligraphy and stone inscription later on, not to mention the West Gate's line inscription palace map was extremely famous, and the hall's heavy eaves, arches, roof tiles, corners, iron horses and pillars, these fine structures were all precious items left behind by the Great Tang Empire.

When Third Young Master Ye Wuhai arrived at the southern gate, he only saw that the stone inscriptions that he had predicted would happen had indeed appeared before him. This was precisely the famous monument of the Tang Dynasty that was written by the tang taizong Li Shimin and engraved upon it by the famous calligrapher Chu Suiliang.

At this point, Ye Wuhai had walked around the lower floors of the great geese pagoda to admire the scenery for a week. Now, he had entered and decided to go up to the tower to take a look at the ancient capital's old and peaceful appearance.

However, Third Young Master Ye Wuhai would never have thought that there was actually an incomparably dark and sinister killing intent hidden within this ancient great geese pagoda! Moreover, this murderous intent had once permeated through the various sects and clans of the martial arts world, causing the entire world to be in constant fear; however, this dark murderous intent was the obscene evil energy that many righteous people of the martial arts world had always wanted to exterminate. They could never escape the eyes and ears of justice; although they did not know when this dark murderous intent would end, and they did not know how much blood and sweat would be paid for this righteous man, or even how many tragic tears would have to be paid for it, the world would one day become even clearer and more serene and peaceful.

At this time, Ye Wuhai was climbing the spiraling staircase. As the interior light gradually darkened, he gradually felt as if his legs were being filled with lead, making it difficult for him to take a heavy step every step he took, making him feel as if the dark and gloomy staircase before him was a long and ethereal journey towards a heaven of darkness that was cut off from the rest of the world, as if this ladder led to an endless abyss …

The darkness in front of his eyes and the depression in his heart had finally made Third Young Master Ye Wuhai slowly move towards a ray of light. However, after walking along this dark and winding path, Ye Wuhai seemed to have lost his way, and he was even more unsure of which floor of the great geese pagoda he came to.

At last, Ye Wuhai's eyes were wide open as he faced the wide and low profile of the scene outside the brick arch. His depressed and depressing mood earlier had also finally calmed down a little, and he could already tell that the place he was currently high in was the west gate of the Sixth Floor of great geese pagoda.

As a result, Ye Wuhai looked around and saw a square shaped brick tower with a thick eaves facing him from afar. Ye Wuhai used his Fiery Eyes of Truth to see through the layers of fog. He could already clearly see that this tiled brick tower had a total of fifteen floors, and every floor was converging towards the center, forming a smooth outline. Every floor had four arches on it, making it look even more exquisite and unique in the distance.

At that moment, the small and exquisite brick tower looked like the Demonic Shock Tower in Li Jing's hands that he had seen in his dreams. However, he had not seen this second ranked brick tower in the Chang'an City for a long time. A long time ago, Ye Wuhai had heard his master of Confucianism, the Cao Lvhuang, introduce this little goose tower, who was only second to the great geese pagoda. A year ago, he had also personally climbed up the little goose tower, and of course, he had also carefully admired its beautiful and smooth carvings of grass patterns and the heaven's support diagram. Furthermore, he had also heard from Mr. Cao Lvhuang that this little goose tower was built in the year 707 of Li Jinglong of the Tang Middle Zong, and because it was younger than the great geese pagoda of the Tzu En Temple, its name was little goose tower. The location of the temple was originally the former residence of Zuangdi Emperor Yang Guangju. In the first year of Tang Rui Zong Li Civilization, Wu Zetian established the Great Blessed Temple in 684 A.D., offering the blessings to the Gaozong Li Zhi.

Looking at little goose tower who was far away while still in the clouds, Third Young Master Ye Wuhai's gaze couldn't help but to start flowing again. It was a deep blue color that was filled with pride and worry. It was it that was looking for the bright future and the path of justice, it was it that was touching and feeling everything, it was it that was expelling the sinister and dark eyes, it was it that was currently looking down at the ancient city's long peaceful face and the hazy water.

At this moment, a gust of westerly wind blew towards them, causing Ye Wuhai's long hair and clothes to flutter in the wind, and his broken heart to flutter about with the wind. At this moment, how could the aloof him not remember the "Denzien Pagoda" written by the worried realist poet Du Fu Duzimei?

Thus, Ye Wuhai looked inside and outside the ancient capital, and the passionate and generous voice of the poem resounded in his mind once again.

High standards across the sky, strong winds.

The seven stars are in the north, and the river voice flows westward.

Qin Shan suddenly shattered, the difference is not to be found.

How could they distinguish between the Royal Capital and the Royal Capital?

"To the northwest is the Great Elder An, pitiful countless mountains. "I can't cover it with the green mountains. After all, it's the Eastflow Sect."

Only after a long while did the heavy voice of the poem slowly disappear from Ye Wuhai's ears, as his eyes once again returned to the great geese pagoda he had ascended to. "Only now did he realize that he had yet to climb to the peak of great geese pagoda. I want to see a lot of things, and I want to go up to the next level. " Naturally, he would think that since he was here, how could he not climb to the highest heights? Moreover, his purpose in climbing the tower was to climb to the highest levels. Even more perplexed than before!

Thinking of this, the third young master, Ye Wuhai, resolved to once again climb the dark stairs to the end of it. But who could have guessed what was waiting for him there?