Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 448: Chen Luo also writes bad poetry?

After lunch, Lang Kua Kua guided him all the way, and took Chen Luo out of the Three Main City to Siting Mountain. On the way, Chen Luo crushed the jade slip that summoned the third senior brother, but there was no response for the time being.

Along the way, Chen Luo also saw a lot of Confucian scholars dressed as humans or monsters. It was indeed very lively, but when he came to the foot of the mountain, he saw a Confucian scholar carrying another Confucian scholar quickly running down the mountain Going down, he shouted: "Whoever has a mind pill, please give me one! Whoever has a mind pill, please give me one!"

Mindfulness Pill, a low-level medicinal pill, has the effect of calming the mind. If a Confucian student takes one pill when his thoughts are mixed, he can clear his mind.

"Little friend, your friend has a concussion of the literary mind. I am afraid it will be useless to use the calming pill. It will only be effective if the pill is solidified!" said a demon scribe with horns on his head, pinching his goatee. .

The Gu Shen Dan, a master-level medicinal pill, costs 50,000 to 60,000 taels of silver at least.

As soon as these words came out, the Confucian scholar on his back looked panicked; "Whoever has a solid magic pill, please lend me one. I can make a letter and I will give it back."

It is a pity that there are not many Confucian scholars from the nearby human race. Most of the people who can travel thousands of miles to the Southern Wilderness to participate in the Jingze Poetry Festival come for the reward, and a few people carry such precious medicinal pills on them, and the demon race is even more I won't make a move, and the scene cooled down for a while.

"I...I..." Seeing this, the Confucian scholar took out a bamboo pen from his bosom, "The treasure of Master Jingwen contains the three poems of the battle of the Master, and the power of the three battle poems can be increased when writing the three battle poems. 30%. I'll exchange Gu Shen Dan."

As soon as these words came out, there were discussions around, and one of the weasel demons said grimly: "Wu Zijing's literary tools dare to say Wen Bao, who doesn't know that there are limits on the number of times you can use them. How long will the pen last?"

"I... I can write this at least nine times!" The scholar retorted.

The weasel demon laughed lightly and said nothing.

Chen Luo frowned slightly, stretched out his hand and flicked Jinguagua, who was sitting on his shoulder watching the fun, Jinguagua muttered, "Huh (I don't have such a bad medicine pill!)" But it was still a small package behind him. As soon as it was loosened, a snow-white medicinal pill flew out.

Jinguagua stuck out his tongue, rolled the medicinal pill, ate the snow icing wrapped on it in an instant, and then threw it to Chen Luo.

Chen Luo walked up to the scholar and handed the medicine pill to the scholar: "Here, it's important to save people!"

The Confucian scholar took the medicine pill and quickly sensed it, his expression changed.

What Jinguagua gives is Gushendan, but all the ingredients of its Gushendan are top-notch, so the efficacy is surging. But this was not the time to be polite, and the scholar hurriedly stuffed the medicinal pill into his companion's mouth. Seeing that his companion's face quickly turned rosy, he breathed a sigh of relief and offered the bamboo pen in his hand.

"My dear friend, I know that this pen is not worth the value of the pill. I also ask my dear friend to leave a name. I will collect enough money and spirits in the future, and I will return your kindness."

Chen Luo was also welcome, took the bamboo pen, turned around and threw it to Gingagua. Gingagua rolled her eyes: "Cuck! (Rewarded!)"

Chen Luo smiled and handed the bamboo pen to the Confucian scholar again: "You are eager to save your friends, and your righteousness is commendable. This is a reward from the frog master."

The scholar was stunned for a moment, and was about to decline when he heard Chen Luo ask, "What the **** is going on? Can you write a poem without a soul?"

When the Confucian scholar heard this question, he was immediately angry and worried about the suffering of his benefactor, so he said quickly, "My dear fellow, do you want to go to the Four Pavilions? I advise you to change it for another day."

"What's wrong?"

The Confucian scholar said: "There are several crow spirits in the pavilion, and they have been criticizing the poems maliciously. Before, my classmates just couldn't read the words to insult the human race, so I wrote the second sentence, and they said it was like this. "

Ginga Gua pouted: "Gua? Gua! (Can you be so angry after being criticized? Your mind is too fragile.)"

The Confucian scholar wanted to refute, but saw that it was Engong who said it. He didn't know how to respond for a while. Fortunately, at this time, Lang Kua Kua felt that Chen Luo was a good person, and he couldn't bear to let Chen Luo suffer, and quickly explained: " Young Master, you don’t know, those crow spirits say the most unpleasant words, but their innate supernatural powers are attacked by the soul, as long as you are shaken a little, the soul will be damaged!”

"Otherwise, come back another day. Let's find a good place for you, and find a few banshees to serve you, to ensure that you are comfortable..."

Before Chen Luo could speak, a sour voice suddenly sounded: "Yeah, let's go quickly, any human culture is garbage."

Chen Luo looked around and saw three black monsters with wings and crow heads standing above the first pavilion, looking at him provocatively.

"Boy of the human race, do you have the courage to break into the Four Pavilions?" said a crow spirit, but his eyes were fixed on the pumpkin on Chen Luo's shoulder.

As soon as the three crow demons spoke, they immediately attracted the attention of everyone.

Chen Luo looked at the three crows and said, "Who are you?"

The leading crow monster said: "We are the Wuan family, and the next Wu is the most angry, this is Wu Anqiang, this is Wu Anji."

Chen Luo slowly walked towards the first pavilion: "The three of you want to comment on my poems?"

Wu An said with the most laugh: "Isn't writing poetry just about making people look at people and criticize them? Otherwise, why should people know about it?"

Wu Anqiang fluttered his wings and nodded: "Yes, dare you?"

Wu Anji also raised his neck: "Or if you say, the human culture is trash, and the three of us will not criticize your poems, how about it?"

Hearing the words of the three crow spirits, the human race students present were very angry. They all knew that the three crow spirits blamed the young master for saving people and stole their limelight, but how could it be so easy to write a poem? This is a random proposition, and there are bound to be various flaws. If you don't feel stable, you may get hurt.

After all, it is in the land of the demon clan, and it is difficult to persuade for a while, and it is not easy to help.

"If only Chen Wuhou was here." A human student sighed softly, and the others nodded slightly when they heard the words.

At this time, Chen Luo had already walked to the first pavilion, and the little monster who was in charge of the management standing in front of the first pavilion had an expression of being out of the way and asked, "Do you want to enter the pavilion?"

The human children in the pavilion shook their heads slightly at Chen Luo, but most of the demons had a show-like expression on their faces.

"Crush!"

Chen Luo replied casually, and the little demon in the demon pavilion clapped his hands, and suddenly a blue light flashed on the stone slab in the pavilion, and a poem appeared.

This is Chen Luo's topic this time.

"I will be at the top of the mountain, and I will see all the mountains and small mountains."

"Climbing poetry!" Some ethnic students breathed a sigh of relief. Relatively speaking, mountaineering poetry is relatively easy to do.

Chen Luo pinched his chin and suddenly remembered a question.

The teacher specially reminded him to hide his identity. Wouldn't it attract attention if he wrote a poem on a temporary basis and wrote an ancient poem?

The best one is just right, one that can break through the four pavilions without causing too much commotion.

This is to control points!

Just when Chen Luo was thinking about which poem to write, the three crow spirits had already fallen behind Chen Luo and laughed: "Can't I write anymore?"

"If you can't write, just give up. It will save our eyes."

"I know you can't hold back just by looking at you."

Chen Luo glanced at the three crow spirits behind him with disgust, and suddenly said, "Three, dare to make a bet?"

"What bet?" Wu An asked most vigilantly.

"If I succeed in breaking through the four pavilions, how about each of you downgrading one rank?"

The three crow spirits are all sixth-rank spirit-seeking realm, and they are lowered by one rank, that is, from sixth-rank to seventh-rank, and from the spirit realm directly back to the blood realm.

The three crow spirits hesitated for a while, and Wu Anxie asked the most: "Then what are you betting on?"

"Guagua!" Chen Luo shouted, Jinguagua yawned, and three pills flew out of the small backpack behind him, exuding a powerful demon.

"Three red blood pills can increase the probability of hitting the fifth-grade realm."

The eyes of the three crow spirits suddenly straightened. They were hired to attack the people who entered the pavilion here. There were only three blood-enhancing demon pills a day, so naturally they couldn't compare with the red blood pills. However, Wu An hesitated the most, and still said: "You can write a sentence first and then talk about it."

It wants to see Chen Luo's background.

Chen Luo didn't care about the other party's idea of ​​taking advantage, he directly picked up the pen and wrote on the pillar of the pavilion: "One up, one up, one up",

At this moment, the audience was quiet for a moment, and then there was another burst of hilarious laughter.

"Hahahaha, that's all, this is poetry?" Wu An said with a smile, pointing to the word.

"I'm dying of laughter, I'm still up and down! Where are you going! Hahahahaha!" Wu Anqiang said with a smile.

Wu Anji even rolled on the ground, kicking with both claws: "I bet, I bet, I bet with you!"

At this time, the humans present all sighed slightly, and the demons showed contemptuous smiles.

Chen Luo ignored them and walked directly to the second pavilion. The three crow spirits naturally followed, and many curious people also went there.

Gu Chen Luo came to the second pavilion, and without any nonsense, he picked up a pen and wrote the second sentence: "Go up to the mountain."

As soon as the second sentence came out, there was another uproar.

It seems that this kid really doesn't know how to write poetry.

Wu An said with the most laugh: "It's still you who is amazing, we don't even know how to judge this rubbish."

"How can I comment? I can only say that the writing is not bad, hahahahaha."

"The human race has fallen! Writing poetry is no brainer."

The three crow spirits smiled and leaned back and forth, and even the human race frowned slightly, feeling the heat on their faces, but Chen Luo didn't care, and looked at the three crow spirits again: "There are two pavilions, the three think I can break through. past?"

Wu Anzui said: "If you can break through, I will become dumb from now on!"

Wu Anqiang said: "If you can break through, I will break my wings!"

Wu said angrily: "If you can break through, I will be killed by this pavilion!"

Chen Luo nodded slightly: "If I can't get through, the frog spirit and the treasured backpack behind him are all yours."

Gourd was stunned: (?Д?)

Eat melon to eat yourself?

Jinguagua quickly hugged Chen Luo's thigh: Brother, don't make trouble. I can also write the first two sentences of yours, like two hundred poems a day.

The three crow spirits glanced at Ginga Gua, and suddenly their faces became serious, and said in unison; "A word is settled!"

Chen Luo smiled, met either gloating or helpless eyes, and cupped his hands: "Please be a witness."

After speaking, Chen Luo walked towards the third pavilion above.

At this time, the bet between Chen Luo and the three crow spirits had been spread, and everyone's eyes fell on the third pavilion.

Chen Luo walked to the third booth, picked up the brush, and before writing, the crow laughed first: "I know what he will write next."

Raven Qiang said quickly: "What?"

"Let me go up the mountain!" Crow Ji said, and after that, the three crow spirits burst out laughing.

The corners of Chen Luo's mouth raised slightly, and he started writing——

"Raise your head, the red sun and white clouds are low"!

All voices paused.

A human master nodded: "What a majestic aura, when you raise your head, it is a red sun, and even the white clouds are too low. He didn't say a single high, but every word was written high."

Another savage Confucian also echoed: "Yes, look back at the first two sentences, one up, one up, one up, and one up to the mountain, clearly describing the process of mountain climbing in the most straightforward words. ."

"Climbing, crawling, walking, walking, thinking about it now, is not as good as a word, as if a steep mountain is in front of you."

"It's just that the spirit has reached its peak, so let's see how the last sentence ends."

Listening to everyone's discussion, the three crow spirits were also anxious.

"What red sun, what white cloud, where is it, where is it?"

"There is no literary talent at all, and the words are piled up, and I can't stand it at all."

"Seven characters, I can't understand what you're talking about. The sun will be red and the clouds will be white. You want to write about mountains, where is the mountain?"

At this time, Jin Guagua put a heart in her stomach and hummed softly: "Cuck! (hurry, they're in a hurry!)"

Chen Luo ignored the three crow spirits and walked directly to the fourth pavilion on the top of the mountain, and more and more people followed to watch the fun.

The mountain was not high, so Chen Luo walked for a quarter of an hour and came to the last pavilion. At this time, the three crows were the most nervous.

Chen Luo still picked up the brush steadily and wrote the last sentence on the pillar of the fourth pavilion——

"The demon land in Kyushu is all in sight!"

In an instant, the fourth pavilion shines brightly, and the first three sentences appear on the corridor where the last sentence is written——

One up, one up, one up,

Up to the top of the mountain.

The red sun and white clouds are low,

The demon land of Kyushu is all in sight!

Immediately afterwards, the blue light flashed on the four lines of the poem, and the blue light climbed along the corridor to the top of the pavilion, and the gem on the top of the pavilion immediately flashed with dazzling brilliance.

"Break through!" The Confucian scholar, who had been holding the sweat for the benefactor, suddenly shouted.

"A reversal!" The human master was also excited. "The beginning was a plain verse, but the last two lines were peculiarly protruding, giving the whole poem a new look. This is a reversal!"

The faces of the three crow spirits turned pale at the moment. While the crowd cheered, they were about to slowly fade away when they heard Chen Luo shouting: "Where are the three going?"

Wu Brain turned his head the most and said viciously, "Boy, we admit it. But don't take an inch, our patriarch is a general under a great country lord, so frustrating! How dare you deal with us?"

"It's only right and proper to pay off debts!" ​​Chen Luo said lightly. He was disgusted for so long and wanted to run?

The three rank five little demons take themselves too seriously.

Chen Luo's thoughts moved, and in an instant his shadow was connected to the three crow spirits, and a figure flew out of the shadow, which was Cui Shanque.

Cui Shanque hit Wu An's throat with a horizontal palm. Wu An's throat shattered, and a seal landed on his mouth. Immediately after, Cui Shanque turned around, grabbed Wu Anqiang's wings, twisted back, and heard two "clicks", Wu Anqiang let out a miserable cry, and fell to the ground, both wings seemed to fall off. General.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Wu Anji fluttered his wings and fled, but at this time Cui Shanque had appeared in front of him, grabbed Wu Anji's neck, and threw it at the fourth pavilion column.

The huge force made Wu Anji unable to resist at all. He just heard a "bang", Wu Anji's head hit the pillar of the fourth pavilion reinforced by the magic circle, and it was like a burst watermelon in an instant. splash.

The three crow spirits were killed in an instant almost instantly. Everyone only saw a figure, and then they couldn't see anything clearly.

"Everyone, be a witness, they just lost the bet, and I don't ask for any more interest." Chen Luo bowed his hands to the crowd again.

Isn't it? To become dumb, to break both wings, and to crash to death on the pavilion, these are all the three crow spirits said themselves.

At this moment, a crane chirp suddenly came from the sky, and a crane flew towards the direction of the fourth pavilion.

Wu Anqiang, who fell to the ground with broken wings, vomited blood and smiled and said, "Hahaha, boy, you have to die. The one who came here is the chief officer beside the great country lord, he is my patriarch's acquaintance~ IndoMTL.com~ must have come to kill you, hahahahahaha..."

At this time, all the clans in the pavilion clenched their fists and slowly moved towards Chen Luo, while the demon clan all had the attitude of watching a play.

Chen Luo walked up to Wu Anqiang and said, "If it's against me, why didn't your patriarch come in person?"

Wu Anqiang was stunned for a moment. At this moment, the crane landed in front of the fourth pavilion and instantly turned into a little old man in a palace robe. Wu Anji immediately shouted: "Master He, help! I am the eighth-generation great-grandson of Wu Anhei, I am so miserable!"

"Noisy!" Then Mr. He waved his hand, and a crane feather flew out, and directly closed Wu Anqiang's mouth, then he bowed his body, walked quickly to Chen Luo, paid a big salutation, and said Shouting: "The servant greets the little ancestor..."

When Wu Anji and Wu An saw this scene, their blood surged, their eyes darkened, and they fainted without knowing their life and death.

Chen Luo frowned: "Little ancestor? Me?"

The crane demon hurriedly nodded, knelt on the ground and couldn't get up, and said, "Yes, my little ancestor, the servants are late to welcome him. The little ancestor will come with me to the palace, the big country master is anxiously waiting."

Chen Luo was taken aback: Could it be that the lord of the country is the third senior brother?

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