My soul can rest on the way of heaven

Due to the emergence of psalms that shocked the Holy Spirit, the impact was too great, so the conference had to be suspended.

But the time-travelers gathered in unison.

Especially Ye Fan, who held Chu Yunfei with one hand and suppressed the game god Wang Haotian with the other, said with a smile:"Everyone, I think we should have a good chat."

"Yes, we really should have a good chat. I have too many doubts in my heart and I need your help to answer them."Xiao Han brought back Shen Dong, who had the ability to copy.

Chen Beixuan grabbed the little cute baby, and Ye Qingcheng and Huo Yang gathered over.

Lin Beifan came over to watch the show, and An Kexin also came over.

She just stole someone else's masterpiece, and she felt in her heart A little bit vague, I wonder if you have been recognized?

Ye Fan arranged a barrier, and then said:"Guys, the poem you wrote surprised me. For example, in my world there is an ancient poem called"Wang Yue", which is very similar to the poem written by Wang Haotian, except for one or two words. Brother Haotian, how do you explain this?"

"This one……"Game master Haotian is sweating profusely

"There is also an ancient poem in my world called"Inscribed on the West Forest Wall". It describes Mount Lu, and there is only one word difference between it and the poem written by the Shen Dong brothers. Brother Shen, what do you want to say?"

Xiao Han pulled Shen Dong tightly and looked at him with half-smiling eyes.

"Um……"Shen Dong is also sweating. Can I say that I am a copy?

But what I copied was from Chu Yunfei, so why does it have anything to do with you?

"Teacher An Kexin, the poem you wrote is exactly the same as the poem"Ode to Huashan" where my world is located. This makes me very puzzled. Could it be that, Teacher An, are you also from my world?" Chen Beixuan asked

"Um, this……"An Kexin smiled bitterly, can I say that I remembered it in my previous life?

There is still a little more doubt in my heart. This poem was not stolen from Chen Beixuan. How did it become his?

Ye Qingcheng looked at the little cute baby with burning eyes and said:"Little kid, I remember there is a poem called"Man in the Jianghu". It was written by a poet named Li Bai. How did it become your original work? You wrote it Can you come up with such a poem?"

"My……"The little cute baby lowered his head guiltily.

Huo Yang, who was carrying a small breaking ball, asked:"Chu Wenhao, Chu Dawenhao, the two poems you wrote impressed me very deeply. I remember that the names are"Summer Quatrains" and"Qinyuanchun", and they are wordless. Oops, can you explain the reason for this?"

Chu Yunfei also had sweat on his face.

"Well……"After being tortured by souls, Wang Haotian, Shen Dong, An Kexin, Xiao Mengwa, and Chu Yunfei had sweat on their faces, as if they were roasting on a fire, with their heads lowered and speechless.

On the contrary, the five people who had finished asking the questions looked at the other four people in surprise.

Ye Fanxian said:"My world seems to also have five poems:"Looking at the Mountain","Inscribed on the Western Forest Wall","Ode to Mount Hua","Life in the Jianghu","Summer Quatrains" and"Qinyuanchun"."

Xiao Han said:"Where I am There is one in the first world too!"

Chen Beixuan:"The same goes for mine!"

The three geniuses felt like they had seen a ghost. What kind of divine expansion was this?

Why do they all have the same ancient poems? Are they all from the same world?

The three of them were messed up in the wind.

Then, the three of them fell in love with Ye Qingcheng and Huo Yang at the same time, and said in unison:"Are you guys too?"

Ye Qingcheng and Huo Yang nodded awkwardly, and then became confused.

Lin Beifan couldn't bear it anymore and burst out laughing.

"Brother Lin, what do you mean?"

"Why are you laughing?"

……

"I laugh at you because you think too much and are asking for trouble! Lin Beifan smiled and said:"Each of you is a genius and a well-deserved protagonist in your own world. You are lucky and unique, so you have the opportunity to come to this world." But how many such people can there be in a world? One or two people at most! So I can tell you for sure that you all come from different worlds!"

"But, why do I understand ancient poetry and everyone understands it?"Xiao Han was very confused.

"Yes, exactly the same. How to explain this?"Ye Fanwen

"Everything is due to the attraction of fate, or it is the fate of heaven! Lin

Beifan explained:"There are countless talented people in all the worlds. Why do you only have the opportunity to come to this world?" Because you all have similar backgrounds and similar cultures, you were selected to come to this world. This similar cultural background is the ticket. Just like when a country absorbs foreign population, it will give priority to selecting outstanding talents with similar values ​​and culture, which is conducive to national construction and unity. The same is true in the world."

Everyone seems to be thinking and understanding.

"For example, although each of us comes from different worlds, we all have similar historical legends, such as Nuwa patching up the sky, Kuafu chasing the sun, the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, the Legend of Conferring Gods, the First Emperor's Unification of Six Kingdoms, the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, etc. We also experienced the Tang Dynasty During the Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, these constitute our same cultural elements, and some of them are even vividly displayed in front of us."

Everyone nodded.

"In the 300 years since the spiritual energy was revived, countless geniuses have come to this world. For example, Xiao Feng, Zhang Sanfeng, Xiaoyaozi, Li Xunhuan, Ximen Chuixue, etc., without exception, their era is very similar to the ancient times of this planet. They even have their names in historical legends. Zhang Sanfeng is such a person."

"If this is true in the field of cultivation, why is there no similarity in the field of culture? In different worlds, the same people can write immortal poems and then spread them throughout the ages. Therefore, although we all come from different worlds, we can have the same culture because you were selected"

"And a few of them may come from different worlds, or they may be natives.People in the world just saw the ancient poems written before the spiritual energy was revived and became copycats."

The five people who were being questioned by their souls immediately nodded.

"I saw it in ancient poetry, so I took it out!"

"I just didn’t expect that everyone had the same poem, so there was a misunderstanding!"

"Sorry for causing misunderstanding to everyone, I didn’t mean to!"

"Can you let me go now?"

……

Several geniuses felt very disappointed.

I thought that finding a traveler from the same world would be like finding a fellow countryman, but it turned out that it was not the case.

Such a wonderful crisis passed.