Chapter 244: Years Pass 3 (End of Volume 2: Foundation Establishment)

Dream Dao Attainment, Opening Scheme Against Cultivators.

Dream-Making Expert.

Very familiar words.

They came from Liu Yong’s ci poem: Yu Lin Ling, Cold Cicadas’ Mournful Chirping.

With Lin Qi’s current cultivation, even poems from his last life… he could recite them backwards and forwards.

So he was stunned at first, not understanding why Qingkong had suddenly turned into a literature buff and sent him poetry.

But soon, he grasped the situation.

Qingkong should not have known these lines.

This was a secret only he knew, belonging to him alone.

So where had Qingkong learned this poem?

And why had she suddenly sent it to him?

As Lin Qi pondered, he saw Qingkong send another message.

An equally familiar poem.

“This feeling could have become a memory to recall, only back then I was already bewildered.”

Lin Qi was astonished, his thoughts flickering.

Qingkong’s been possessed?

Or maybe Qingkong is actually a fellow transmigrator from Earth.

Just awakened her past-life memories.

Is she testing me with a code phrase?

Should I reply: odd changes, even doesn’t?

Lin Qi laughed wryly. He had no interest in playing riddles with Qingkong, so he replied directly. “Where did you learn these poems?”

But Qingkong did not answer directly.

She only confirmed through his reply that he had seen the message.

In the next instant.

Large blocks of text messages were sent over.

Densely packed, all poems and verses he was familiar with.

“If life were only as it was at first meeting.”

“Ten years to grind a sword, its frosty edge never tested. Today I show it to you — who has an injustice to settle!”

“If heaven had feelings, heaven too would grow old; this regret stretches on without end.”

“Do not worry that the road ahead has no true friend — who in the world does not know you?”

“Last year today within this gate, her face and the peach blossoms mirrored each other’s red.”

…

Lin Qi frowned.

These poems and verses, which should have been known only to him, originating from a world only he knew, had suddenly been sent to him by Qingkong — a native of the Heavenly Immortal Macrocosm.

This left Lin Qi confused and bewildered.

But soon.

Dead memories struck.

He remembered now.

These poems… he had probably, more or less, during the first ten years after transmigrating, copied them out and shown off.

In that earliest decade.

He had upheld the qualities a transmigrator ought to have.

In an otherworld similar to an ancient feudal society, copying a few poems.

Heh.

Wasn’t that standard operating procedure?

It seemed back then he had even made a name for himself as one with both poetry and sword unmatched.

It would be later.

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