Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 446: This buff is to unify 1 demon clan
"If Lord Marquis intends to leave the border, go to the Southern Wilderness, and enter the Division, now is a good time." Seeing that Chen Luo was in a trance and wondering what he was thinking, Sang Luo spoke again.
Chen Luo regained his senses and chuckled lightly: "Could it be some kind of poetry meeting?"
"Master Hou is a genius." Sang Luo also smiled, "Since ancient times, Wing Chun and Bereavement in Autumn has been a prosperous world of poetry. Since Si Zhuguo has a prosperous literary style, he will not miss such elegance."
"Every year at the end of February and the beginning of March, which is the time of Wing Chun, Si Zhuguo builds a poetry platform and reviews articles." Speaking of this, Sang Luo couldn't help but smile again, "Speaking of which, if it weren't for you, Lord Hou , our human race has been underestimated by them for the past two years."
Huh? I won't be tired if you talk about this.
Chen Luo had an interested look on his face: "What does it have to do with me?"
Sang Luo considered it for a while and said, "In all fairness, the demon clan is also a creature of heaven and has great talents. Because the environment and customs of the demon clan are very different from those of the human clan, they also have their own poetry and style."
"The most famous of them is the word 'haiku'. This kind of word is deeply influenced by the non-metrical poems before the Great Xuan Dynasty, and it has gradually evolved. The biggest feature is that three sentences are one, short and short. Subtle, in a glimpse."
"For example, in the previous dynasty, there was a writer from the demon clan, but it was a banana tree that became a demon. He once wrote a haiku——"
"Beside the quiet ancient pond, the frog entered the middle of the water and made a quiet noise."
Chen Luo nodded, this haiku was indeed full of interest, especially the word "ring", which instantly brought the entire description to life.
Sang Luo went on to say: "Although there are haikus, the demons are also very fond of metrical poetry. It's just that since the last poetic prosperity of my human race came to an end, there have been few handed down masterpieces. There are even rumors of the human race's literary style among the demons. In decline, there are only blank poems piled up with rhetoric, and there are no more prosperous poems, just moral articles.
"In the past few years, there have been many demons who have come to Lai'an to ask for poems to be matched. Where is Lin'an? Saint Lotte and Su Poxian both served here as prefects!"
When Chen Luo heard the words, his heart was also moved. He remembered the poetry meeting in Zhaixing Pavilion before entering the Crystal Demon Realm. If he hadn't acted at that time, I'm afraid that Daxuan would really lose to that Qingqiu white fox.
By the way, what's the name of that demon fox? Forget it, the defeated generals, I don't remember. I remember it was the white fox or because the little demon left him an allusion of "white fox retreating thoughts".
"However, since Lord Hou was born, the spirit of the demon clan has been severely suppressed." Sang Luo said happily, "At first, those monster clan were not convinced and clamored to go and meet Lord Hou. Let's have a test. But the handed down works of Hou Ye are one after another, and now they dare not mention the competition with Hou Ye again."
Chen Luo waved his hand: "Oh, the poetry trail is not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning."
Sang Luo sternly said, "Your Majesty's words are not good. Every time you write a poem that is handed down from time to time, the world's culture is worth one point. In a short period of time, it seems that except for the war poems, other poems have no effect. But in the long run, the more literate people are in the world, the higher the awakening rate of reading talent, and the greater the chance of talent appearing in the ethnic group."
"Therefore, since Wang, Yang, Luluo and four outstanding talents created the great curtain of poetry, in the following hundreds of years, the poetry of our human race has been like a vast ocean, almost creating a prosperous era of poetry that the human race has never had before."
"That's why the demons also care about poetry."
Chen Luo's face turned straight, and he cupped his hands: "I have been taught."
Old Sang Luo blushed, and hurriedly returned the salute: "I don't dare to do it, I don't dare to do it. But just as the little old man said just now, if Lord Hou wants to enter Zehu, this Wing Chun Shi Lei is an excellent opportunity."
Having said this, Sang Luo let out a long sigh, and finally sold Guan Zi here without a trace.
"After all, the place where Poetry Lei is held is just outside Jingze Lake!"
Chen Luo: (︶︿︶)=convex
I'm too old to play the suspense routine of opening the box at the end, shameless!
"The Mountain Master, the purpose of the Poetry Club may be to absorb Wenhua and suppress the demonic energy of Bodhi Land." At this time, the mountain guardian sent a spiritual thought to Chen Luo.
Chen Luo was taken aback, this Si Zhuguo knew about the existence of demonic energy?
This is something the Dapeng clan doesn't even know about.
There is indeed a problem with this division of the country.
After chatting with Sang Luo for another half an hour, I got up to say goodbye. Sang Luo also euphemistically stated that she had finished talking about her stay in Lin'an, and she planned to leave for Hanzhou.
The implication is that Chen Luo's news will not be disclosed. Chen Luo naturally thanked him a lot. In addition to some treasures, he personally wrote a few chapters of "The Legend of the Eight Immortals Obtaining the Dao", letting him Sang Luo almost passed his breath happily, and repeatedly said that he wanted to pass on this manuscript as his family heirloom, so he left happily.
"Old Mastiff." Chen Luo called out, "Clean up and leave the city tomorrow and enter the Southern Wilderness!"
"By the way, I went to the bookstore to buy ten sets of "Red Dust Records". I have nothing to do on the road to read. That book is very well written."
…
The next day.
An inconspicuous carriage swayed out of Lin'an City, heading towards Zhennan Pass.
After running around all day, I finally passed the Zhennan Pass of the human race at sunset.
As soon as you get out of the Xiongguan, you are in the Southern Wilderness.
Chen Luo just felt a slight stagnation in his breath, as if the air was more dignified, but he quickly got used to it.
According to convention, Zhennan Guan Baili is the so-called "land of rites", that is, neither the human race nor the demon clan build a fort within a hundred miles. It is truly entering the realm of the demon clan.
Chen Luo lifted the curtain and found that the official road was prosperous, and there was an endless stream of pedestrians and caravans, including many students in Confucian shirts, presumably all students who went to the Si Zhu Poetry Club. This Sang Luo also told Chen Luo that because of the generous rewards of Si Zhuguo, the children of the human race also flocked to it. After all, reading is still very expensive.
Gu Makes money by talent, not shabby.
It must be said that the difference is that among these students, it is obvious that there are more transformation demons and half demons with the characteristics of the demon clan.
Closing the curtains, Chen Luo picked up the book in his hand. Not "Red Dust Records", but "Records of Si Zhuguo".
After chatting with Sang Luo yesterday, Chen Luo fell in love with Si Zhuguo, specially transformed Mastiff Lingling into shape, and took the Confucian brand of Wenchang Pavilion to the government to get this dossier.
After all, Sang Luo is a civilian, and a lot of information cannot be accessed, and some information still has to be subject to the official.
As for Wenchang Pavilion's great Confucian brand, Chen Luo has a lot of them.
Ignoring the unimportant information, Chen Luo directly found the record of the lord of Si Zhuguo.
"Si Zhuguo has three kings, confirmed by the King of Zhenxuan, and all three kings are pure-blooded saints."
"The lord of the great country is a crane in the shape of a crane, and his cultivation is between the second and first rank. According to investigation, it should be the orphan of the Qinglinghe clan who was exterminated 30 years ago."
"The lord of the two kingdoms is a lynx in the form of a lynx, and he is a second-rank great sage. According to investigation, Ben married the young lord of the Jianhu lineage of the tiger clan, but he regretted the marriage, and made a three-year battle pact to defeat Jianhu. The young master of one lineage completely offends the lineage of Jianhu.”
"The Lord of the Three Kingdoms was originally from the bear clan's blue bear lineage. He was born with the blood of his ancestors. When he was young, he was exchanged for blood by his fellow clan, and he was abandoned outside the Bear Valley. When he reappeared, he was beaten to death by the third-rank great sage. The newly promoted Young Master Cangxiong of the bloodline has retired from the bear clan. Now his cultivation base is unknown."
Chen Luo licked his lips, thinking that he is a good guy.
Let's just say that this is where the entire protagonist's Buffs are full.
Let's see, the family orphan, the divorced young master, and the bone-digging child, with this configuration, you have to write three separate novels. In this atmosphere, it is difficult to end without unifying the demon clan!
What is the division of the country, it is small, and the pattern is small.
But...
A thought popped into Chen Luo's mind: These things have nothing to do with my mysterious third senior brother.
Judging from the detailed map of Jingze Lake, it is very likely.
The senior brother said that the second senior sister said that the third senior brother was very beautiful. Could it be the big country lord Xianhe?
There is also the Lord of the Three Kingdoms, a little bear demon, with no blood marrow, how can he survive? And in the end, he could complete the counter-kill, and he wouldn't believe it if there were no experts behind him who killed him.
And those who have this ability—what if it is a human race semi-holy.
Teacher!
Just when Chen Luo was thinking about it, the carriage suddenly stopped.
"What's the matter?" Chen Luo lifted the curtain, but soon understood what was going on——
Someone robbed.
Some people are blocking the road and looting in the "Land of Benefit" where the human race and the demon race do not control each other.
A giant python that was almost 30 to 40 feet long blocked the official road. On the giant python stood a cold-faced boy holding a sign in his hand. , make a snack if you don't give it."
The giant python swallowed the snake letter, exuding a huge demonic energy.
Those who can honestly pass through the official road are naturally rare people of the Confucian level. At this time, seeing that the big snake blocking the road is not expensive, so they queued up to pay.
"No one cares?" Chen Luo said casually, and the shopkeeper of a caravan seemed to laugh next to him, "This is the first time for my little brother to come to Nanhuang."
"This kind of thing is normal. Do you expect the Great Sage of the Monster Race to dispatch a trip for ten taels of silver?"
"Occasionally, it's just a few unlucky ones. If you don't open your eyes, you happen to meet them. Otherwise, there will be no problem. Alas, the demon clan is not as messy as our human clan~IndoMTL.com~."
"Twelve alone, just be patient."
At this time, Mastiff Lingling had a strange look on his face, and said to Chen Luo: "Master Hou, that big snake is an illusion!"
At this moment, the boy who had been indifferent all the time suddenly turned his head to look at Chen Luo. Almost at the same time, Chen Luo frowned. He actually felt a crisis approaching. He met the boy's eyes. It seems that it is not a pair of eyes facing his own line of sight, but nine pairs. And the flowers, forests and birds in Chen Luo's soul became restless again.
"Magic?" When Chen Luo was in a daze, crystal saliva flowed from the corner of the cold-faced boy's mouth.
"Old Mastiff!" Chen Luo was about to instruct Mastiff Lingling to subdue the young man, but the young man seemed to be aware, glanced at Mastiff Lingling again, and patted the snake's head. The big snake raised its tongue and instantly swung the boy up. Then the big snake opened its mouth, and the boy fell directly into the snake's belly. Before everyone could exclaim, the big snake seemed to turn into a huge water vapor bubble. , exploded with a "bang" and dissipated in the eyes of everyone. The sign that said 12 taels of passing by fell to the ground.
All of this happened almost instantly, Mastiff Lingling frowned: "What a brilliant talent to escape, I can't find a trace. Lord Hou, that kid is not easy."
Chen Luo nodded slightly. He saw that the young man was disappearing, his lips moved a mouth shape with difficulty, as if he had said something to him, and that sentence was—
It smells so good!
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