Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 456: The first bombing of the Yaozu
"Huh? It's actually a tangible culture!" On the empty boat, Leng Hanbing was slightly taken aback.
In the past, when Chen Luo wrote poems, he was always full of literary spirit, but don’t think that this is the normal state of writing poems. Often, one inch of Wenhua is already a witty sentence, and three inches of Wenhua means that it is a splendid article. .
The Yaozu people who came to participate in the poetry meeting this time are obviously not ordinary people. Just after the topic is finished, the entire lake is full of culture.
But at this moment, there was actually a visible streak rising from the lake, which instantly attracted Leng Hanbing's attention.
Leng Hanbing waved his hand, and the poem Chen Luo just wrote was projected onto the empty boat.
"The flowering period is lost every year. When the spring is over, it is only suitable to arrange for the sorrow to send the spring back." The coldness on Leng Hanbing's face slowly dissipated, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, "Plum blossom snow, pear blossom moon, spring comes naturally. Get rid of partial knowledge.”
"This is a sigh of spring, not bad."
When the blue bird woman read this poem, she nodded and said: "The meaning of sighing for spring is mostly sighing for flowing water and falling flowers. The most brilliant of them is the song "Lin Hua thanked the spring red, too hastily" by the emperor of the human race ’, I didn’t expect this little guy to have a unique idea, let him sigh for spring, he really sighed for ‘spring’, not for the red and green willows.”
"This is the brilliance." The old tree also said, "Rather than lamenting the spring, it is better to cherish the spring. I lament that I have lost every year but the flowering period, especially the last sentence 'it is spring without knowing it. ', can make the old man feel emotional."
"Life is always like this. When you come, you don't know how good it is. Only when you lose it will you know how precious it is."
Leng Hanbing nodded: "Reading this poem, there is quite a sigh of Li Yishan's 'this feeling can be remembered, but it was already lost at that time', and there is also a sigh of 'there are flowers that can be broken straight away, but don't wait for no flowers to be empty. Broken Branches' exhortation."
"Who is the author? Is it human race or demon race?"
The blue bird woman smiled slightly, stretched out her hand a little in the void, and suddenly Chen Luo's projection appeared.
"Huh? He's a young man, not those youths who are transformed into immortals, but really young." Lady Qingniao looked at Chen Luo's appearance, waved her hand, and Master He immediately landed on the empty boat.
"Who is this person?" The blue bird lady asked Master He.
Master He took a look and said with a smile: "Mrs. Hui, this person is called Bai Mo, a demon clan!"
"Yaozu?" Leng Hanbing's eyes widened, "Is he a Yaozu?"
Master He apologized and said with a smile: "But it's not an ordinary monster race, please allow this old slave to play tricks."
Leng Hanbing glared at Master He, then looked at Chen Luo's projection, and snorted coldly: "Since I'm not a human race, then I don't care about it anymore. It's just poetry, who can compare to our Chen Wuhou."
Master He managed to hold back his laughter, pointed down and said: "Three, half of the stele fish has been swallowed."
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Around the big turtle, the school of fish disperses a lot with the naked eye. Although the person holding the scale can control the direction of the carp the moment they get the scale, they can't escape the engulfment of the powerful carp around Wenhua.
However, the poetry meeting has just started, and the fighting between the strong has not yet started, and they are all deliberately avoided. Speaking of it, this is also the tradition of the Yaozu. The strong can fight each other to death, but the weak must be eliminated before fighting.
Otherwise, the tiger seriously injured and killed the lion, and was finally taken advantage of by a hyena. This is a disgrace that the Yaozu cannot tolerate.
When Chen Luo finished writing his first poem, he obviously became the strongest among the fish. stand up.
Hmm... Snake eater has a sense of sight.
However, the other monster races formed a team after all, and Wenhua won by quantity, and gradually the number of low-level fishes decreased. It was obvious that a new round of fighting was about to begin.
Chen Luo also felt that the devouring ability of the carp he manipulated had reached its limit, and he was about to prepare the second poem.
Chen Luo thought about the topic for a while, and wrote on the fish scale again.
But this time, someone has paid attention to Chen Luo's actions, and the poems Chen Luo just wrote almost fell into the eyes of many monsters at the same time—
Fold the flower branches, hate the flower branches, and plan to share the flowers with everyone, and when they bloom, people leave.
Afraid of lovesickness, already lovesick, and it's the turn of lovesickness to have nowhere to say, there is a trace between the eyebrows.
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"Wonderful!" On the empty boat, Mrs. Blue Bird sighed, "What a flower branch to write lovesickness, from flower branch to lovesickness, why? Because flowers bloom when people leave. Obviously afraid of lovesickness after people leave, but already I fell in lovesickness. But the person is no longer there, no one can talk about it, there is only a trace of sadness on the brow."
Ms. Qingniao turned her head and looked at Leng Hanbing: "Leng Daru, how does this poem compare to Chen Wuhou's lovesickness?"
Leng Hanbing was silent for a moment, then nodded: "It's not as good as Chen Wuhou's sentence, "If you don't love lovesickness in your life, you will love it, and you will hurt lovesickness", but it is not far behind. It's hard to say, but between the eyebrows, there is quite a charm of Xiwang's "this feeling can't be eliminated, so he lowered his brows and raised his heart". Even in the human race, this word should be a good sentence."
Mr. Tree chuckled: "Interesting little guy, after finishing writing Sighing Spring, and then writing Lovesickness, I don't know if I will write about my return to the mountain!"
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The three masters chatted in the empty boat, and the island became lively.
Two poems in a row, all of which are Wenhua Soaring to the Sky, and the Wenhua stele fish belonging to Chen Luo seems to be preying around like a devil, and everyone has to re-examine Chen Luo.
"That's a human race? Could it be Chen Luo pretending to be?"
"In the time it takes for a stick of incense, I want all his news."
For a while, Dao Dao's order was conveyed.
At this time, She Xiangxiang looked at Chen Luo from a distance, her legs were close together, her left foot was on the right, her right foot was on the left, the spring on her face was dripping into water.
"My little lord, you...how can you bully my concubine like this."
"It's fine if you are sweet, but you can write lyrics like this, I... I can't bear it anymore."
The maid on the side reminded: "Young master, let's write quickly..." Before finishing speaking, She Xiangxiang suddenly turned her head, staring at the maid with fierce killing intent in her eyes, "Are you bothering me?"
The maid hurriedly knelt down, with a look of panic on her face: "I don't dare, I don't dare!"
She Xiangxiang withdrew her eyes and was about to look at Chen Luo when her face suddenly changed and she quickly shouted: "Bai Lang, be careful!"
At the same time, it was not only She Xiangxiang who shouted "be careful", but also Bai Qingqing.
At this time, outside the island, there was a Wenhua carp that devoured three or four Wenhua stele fishes that were about the same size in a row. The origin of Chen Luo's stele fish.
Hearing the reminders from the two beauties, Chen Luo was nervous and concerned, his heart moved slightly, and he looked at Jin Chen.
The stele fish that rushed towards him was Jin Chen's Wenhua stele fish. Seeing Chen Luo's gaze, Jin Chen showed a defiant smile, and mouthed to Chen Luo: Go to hell!
Chen Luo frowned. At this time, the Wenhua Beiyu was only a dozen feet away from him, and he could reach him almost in a blink of an eye. Suddenly, a Wenhua Beiyu appeared from the side and knocked Jin Chen's Beiyu away. Buy Chen Luo a little time.
"She Xiangxiang!" Jin Chen roared angrily!
"Bai Lang, write poetry quickly, I can't hold it back for long!" She Xiangxiang's voice reached Chen Luo's ears.
Chen Luo turned his head to look at She Xiangxiang. She Xiangxiang didn't look at him, but concentrated on manipulating her Wenhua stele fish.
Chen Luo wrote down this helping hand in his heart, picked up the pen, and a poem appeared in his mind, and he wrote it——
Red moss and green branches. The sound of swan geese, the sound of swan geese is sad.
Not long after dating, they separated again. Autumn geese fly alone, autumn geese live alone.
When is the lovesickness after farewell? The future will be difficult to know, and the future will be difficult.
How does this express lovesickness. A love word, a love poem.
As soon as Chen Luo wrote the pen, the aura of Wenhua suddenly turned into a swan goose and flew across the water. At the same time, the whole lake seemed to be filled with the sound of countless swan geese.
"Heaven and earth resonate!" All the monster races stopped their pens and stared blankly at the Wenhua Hongyan spreading its wings on the water.
It's not that the Yaozu have never written articles about Wenhua condensate, but they are all flowers and trees, and they are small animals such as small frogs, and it is the first time I have seen such a huge Wenhua swan goose See.
In fact, in terms of literary talent, it is not possible to form such a vision, but first of all, this place is the hometown of swan geese. The original words are "Du Yu" and "Caifeng", both of which involve allusions. " and "autumn geese", but this change touched the aura of life of the Hongyan family stranded here.
In an instant, countless light spots flew from all directions and merged into the Wenhua Swan Goose.
The Wenhua swan geese skimmed across the water, pecking hard at Jin Chen's Wenhua stele fish.
The previously fierce Wenhua Beiyu is gone!
At this time, Wenhua Hongyan didn't seem to be relieved, but flapped its wings again and flew towards Jin Chen, seeming to have great hatred. Jin Chen looked coldly at the Wenhua swan geese flying over, and said with disdain: "Back then, my Dapeng clan could destroy your clan, and I still care about you, the Wenhua incarnation?"
After finishing speaking, Jin Chen made a knife shape with his hand, and slashed downward, emitting a demonic sword light. Seeing that the sword glow was about to hit Hongyan's body, suddenly a fist flew in, and it missed the trajectory of the sword glow, and the sword glow brushed Hongyan's wings and flew out.
Jin Chen looked back in anger, and saw Chen Luo showing a fist, Chen Luo blew his fist: "That's my Wenhua Hongyan, you can kill it if you say it?"
Golden light shone in Jin Chen's eyes: "That's also good, I want to directly experience how powerful you are."
Chen Luo sneered: "I'm willing to accompany you!" As he said that, he was about to mobilize the true meaning of martial arts. At this moment, a huge coercion fell, covering Chen Luo and Jin Chen.
Master He's voice sounded: "The lord of the country has a purpose. During the poetry meeting, all fighting is prohibited. Please give our company a face."
At the same time, Lord He's voice transmission also sounded in Chen Luo's ears: "Little ancestor, little ancestor, there is no need to fight this bird man. Behind him is hidden in the void the great sage of the Dapeng clan, who might be able to make a move." . Turn back and find a way to kill him."
Hearing this, Chen Luo waved at the swan goose, and the swan goose flew back behind Chen Luo reluctantly. Jin Chen also snorted coldly and stopped talking.
At this time, Bai Qingqing's voice came: "Brother Bai's Wenhua is world-class. Judging from these three poems, among the people Qingqing has met in her life, only Chen Wuhou is above your Excellency. I don't know if there is still inspiration Write a song?"
"If it is still at this level, Qingqiu Huguo will withdraw from this poetry competition."
Chen Luo smiled slightly, this little fox even sowed discord in his words of admitting defeat.
Unfortunately, both of them are me.
After Bai Qingqing finished speaking, Shi Man'er, who had been eating fish silently to grow, also shouted: "Brother Bai, if you can write another song, I will admit defeat. If you can't write it, Just wait for me for a while, let me eat all these fish, and then compare with you."
At this time, She Xiangxiang's legs were already weak, and she fell to sit on the ground, looking at Chen Luo with springy eyes: "My friend, I don't want to compare, I just ask you to come and eat me, okay, just take a bite." Can..."
Seeing that one of the most promising four demons was eliminated, two abstained, and one fell in love, all the demons looked at Chen Luo again.
As long as Chen Luo can write another poem of the same level, he will be the leader of this poetry meeting.
Chen Luo smiled, picked up the brush again, and when he was about to write, the voice of the old man Shu came from the sky: "Little friend!"
"The spring has sighed, and the lovesickness has passed. Is the next song the old man's return to the mountain?"
Bai Qingqing shook her head slightly, Shi Man'er curled her lips, She Xiangxiang heard the words, and muttered: "I don't know how to be ashamed."
There are three topics out there, which one you want to write is entirely up to you. What the old tree said, he restricted Chen Luo to write his "Return to the Mountain".
But to return to the mountains and return to the mountains, it is natural to need the comprehension of the world to write it. This request is really difficult for Chen Luo.
"Bai Lang, don't listen to him. If you want to write, write lovesickness. I like to read it." She Xiangxiang said without sound transmission.
Chen Luo glanced at She Xiangxiang gratefully, and said softly, "Don't worry."
Then he raised his head and looked at Zhou Chuan in the sky: "Since the old man has called the roll, I will write a poem of returning to the mountain, please correct the old man."
Chen Luo took a deep breath and wrote—
The rise and fall of the eternal prosperous dream, the eyes of poetry are tired of the end of the world.
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Several huts, with a collection of thousands of books, invested in the old village.
What's going on in the mountains? Brewing wine with pine flowers, brewing tea with spring water.
After finishing writing, there was a sudden thunder in the lake, and the vigorous Wenhua carp came from Chen Luo's Wenhua carp. The carp suddenly slapped the lake surface and jumped up. Under such circumstances, a bright light radiated from his body, and with the sound of thunder in the sky, he uttered a dragon chant, and turned into a green dragon more than ten feet long, dyeing the astronomical splendor of the night sky!
The blue dragon hovered in the air for a moment, then suddenly fell on the back of the giant turtle, and as soon as it touched it, it turned into a ten-foot-sized stone tablet. But the giant turtle seemed to be unable to bear the weight of the stone tablet, and the entire "small island" actually dropped three feet. For a moment, the "small island" was shaken.
Until this moment, the first exclamation sounded from the "small island".
Immediately afterwards, exclamations continued to sound.
At this moment, the back of the giant turtle exploded.
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