Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

The latest website: "Huh? It's actually a tangible culture!" Above the empty boat, Leng Hanbing was slightly taken aback.

In the past, when Chen Luo wrote poems, he always had Wenhua spirit overflowing, but don't think that this is the normal state of writing poetry. Often one inch of Wenhua is already a good sentence, and three inches of Wenhua means it is a splendid article.

The demon clan who came to participate in the poetry meeting this time were obviously not the generals. Just after the topic was finished, the entire lake was full of splendor. This kind of scene is often the scene of the Gongyuan when the human race will be tested in the imperial examination.

But just at this moment, there was a tangible text rising from the lake, which instantly caught Leng Bingbing's attention.

Leng Hanbing waved his hand, and the poem Chen Luo had just written was projected onto the empty boat.

"Every year is a burden but the flowering period, when the spring is over, I only arrange the melancholy to send the spring back." The coldness on Leng Hanbing's face slowly dissipated, and a surprising look flashed in his eyes, "Plum blossom snow, pear blossom moon, spring comes and goes without realizing it. Know."

"This is a sigh of spring, not bad."

The bluebird woman read this poem in her mouth, nodded and said: "Sighing for the meaning of spring, most of them are sighing the flowing water and falling flowers. Among them, the most outstanding is the poem of the emperor of the human race, 'The forest flowers thank the spring red, too hastily'. Thinking of this little guy's unique idea, let him sigh about spring, he really sighed 'spring', not the red willows that spring."

"This is the point of wisdom." The old man also said, "It's better to say cherish the spring than to sigh about the spring. I sighed that I was in decline every year, but the flowering period, especially the last sentence 'It's spring comes without knowing it'. It can make the old man feel emotional."

"Life is always like this. I don't know how good it is when it comes, and it is only when it is lost that I know how precious it is."

Leng Hanbing nodded: "When I read this poem, there is quite a sigh of Li Yishan's 'this situation can be recollected, but it was already lost at the time', and there are also 'there are flowers that can be broken and must be broken, don't wait until there are no flowers to break the branches' exhortation."

"Who is the author? Is it a human race or a demon race?"

Lady Blue Bird smiled slightly, stretched out her hand in the void, and Chen Luo's projection suddenly appeared.

"Huh? It's a young man, not a young man who is immortal, but really young." Lady Blue Bird looked at Chen Luo's appearance, and when she waved, Lord He immediately landed on the empty boat.

"Who is this person?" Lady Blue Bird asked Lord He.

Lord He glanced at him and said with a smile: "Mrs Hui, this person is called Bai Mo, a monster!"

"Monster clan?" Leng Hanbing's eyes widened, "Is he a demon clan?"

Lord He smiled and said: "But it's not an ordinary monster, please let Laonu sell it."

Leng Hanbing glared at Lord He, then looked at Chen Luo's projection, and snorted coldly: "Since it's not a human race, then I don't care. It's just poetry, who can compare to us Chen Wuhou."

Mr. He managed to hold back his laughter, pointed to the bottom and said, "Three, half of the stele fish have been swallowed."

...

Around Da Yuan, the fish swarms evacuated a lot with the naked eye. Although the person holding the scales can control the direction of the carp at the moment of getting the scales, but after all, there is no way to escape the devour of the powerful carp in the surrounding Wenhua.

However, the poetry festival has just started, and the powerhouses have not yet begun to fight, they are all deliberately avoided. Speaking of which, this is also the tradition of the demon clan. The strong can kill each other to the death, but before the fight, the weak must be eliminated.

Otherwise, the tiger was seriously injured and killed the lion, and was finally picked up by a hyena. This is a shame that the demon clan cannot tolerate.

After Chen Luo's first poem was written, he obviously became a strong man among the fish. The other monsters were busy manipulating the stele fish away from Chen Luo, while Chen Luo naturally followed the local customs and manipulated the Wenhua carp to devour it.

Hmm... The gluttonous snake has both visual sense.

However, the other demon clans formed a team after all. Wenhua won by quantity, and gradually the number of small fish at the bottom decreased. It was obvious that a new round of fighting was about to begin.

Chen Luo also felt that the swallowing ability of the carp he manipulated had reached the limit, and he began to prepare the second poem.

Chen Luo thought about the topic and wrote again on the fish scales.

And this time, people have already paid attention to Chen Luo's actions, and the poems that Chen Luo just wrote have fallen into the eyes of many monsters at almost the same time——

Break the flower branch, hate the flower branch, quasi-plan the flowers to bloom and people to share, and when they bloom, people go.

Afraid of lovesickness, already lovesick, when it's lovesick's turn, there is no place to say anything, and there is a hint of love between the eyebrows.

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"Wonderful!" On the empty boat, Mrs. Blue Bird sighed, "What a flower branch to write about lovesickness, from flower branch to lovesickness, why? Because when the flower blooms, it is when people leave. I am obviously afraid of lovesickness after people leave, but it has already hurt. Acacia. But the person is no longer there, no one can talk about it, only a trace of sadness on the brow."

Mrs. Blue Bird 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 know love in your life, you will love love, but you will hurt love. Only when the eyebrows are exposed, there is quite the charm of the King of the West, 'There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so the eyebrows are lowered and the heart is raised'. Even in the human race, this word should be a good sentence."

Mr. Shu laughed: "Interesting little guy, after writing about Sighing Spring, and writing about Acacia, I wonder if he will write about my return to the mountain!"

...

The three masters chatted in the empty boat, and the island was also lively.

The two poems in a row were all about Wenhua soaring into the sky. The Wenhua Stele Fish that belonged to Chen Luo seemed to be preying around like a devil, and everyone had to re-examine Chen Luo.

"That's the human race? Could it be Chen Luo pretending to be?"

"In the time of a stick of incense, I want all his news."

For a time, the orders were conveyed.

At this time, She Xiangxiang looked at Chen Luo from a distance, her legs were together, her left foot was on the right, and her right was on the left.

"My little man, you... how could you bully your concubine so much."

"It's okay to be sweet, and you can still write words like this, concubine body... concubine body can't stand it anymore."

The maid on the side reminded: "Young Master, let's write quickly..." Before she finished speaking, She Xiangxiang suddenly turned her head and stared at the maid with fierce killing intent, "Are you disturbing the concubine?"

The maid hurriedly knelt down, with a look of fear: "The slaves don't dare, the slaves don't dare!"

She Xiangxiang retracted her eyes and was about to look at Chen Luo when her face suddenly changed and she hurriedly 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 fish in a row. The Wenhua aura soared and overwhelmed Chen Luo's stele fish. At this time, it was moving towards Chen Luo. The origin of the monument fish.

Chen Luo heard the reminder of the two beauties, nervous and concerned, moved slightly in his heart, and looked at Jin Chen.

The stele fish that rushed towards him was Jin Chen's Wenhua stele fish. When Jin Chen saw Chen Luo's eyes, a rebellious smile appeared, and he snorted at Chen Luo: "Go to hell!"

Chen Luo frowned. At this time, the Wenhua stele fish was only a dozen feet away from him, and he could reach him in a blink of an eye. Suddenly, a Wenhua stele fish appeared from the side, knocked over Jin Chen's stele fish, and gave it to Chen Luo. Buy a short time.

"She Xiangxiang!" Jin Chen roared!

"Bai Lang, write a poem quickly, I can't stop it for long!" She Xiangxiang's voice entered Chen Luo's ears.

Chen Luo turned his head to look at She Xiangxiang, but She Xiangxiang rarely looked at him, but concentrated on manipulating her Wenhua Stele Fish.

Chen Luo recorded this feeling of help in his heart, picked up the pen, a poem appeared in his mind, and wrote down——

The red and mossy steps are full of green branches. The wild geese make a sound, and the wild geese sound sad.

After dating soon, they separated. Autumn geese fly alone, autumn geese live alone.

Don't miss what time. The future will be difficult to know, and the future will be difficult.

How can this show love. A love poem, a love poem.

Chen Luo just finished writing, and suddenly the spirit of Wenhua seemed to be transformed into a swan goose, swept the water and flew, at the same time, the entire lake seemed to sound the sound of countless swan geese.

"Heaven and earth resonate!" All the demon clan stopped their writing and stared blankly at the Wenhua Hongyan spreading its wings on the water.

It's not that the demon clan has never written articles about Wenhua congealing objects, but they are all flowers, plants and trees, and they are small animals such as frogs.

In fact, in terms of literary style, it does not form such a vision, but first of all, this place is the hometown of Hongyan. The original words are "Du Yu" and "Caifeng", both of which involve allusions. Qiu Yan", but this change touched the life spirit of the Hongyan clan stranded here.

Almost instantly, countless light spots flew from all directions and merged into the Wenhua geese.

Wenhua Hongyan swept across the water and pecked at Jin Chen's Wenhua Stele Fish.

The Wenhua Monument Fish, which was extremely vicious before, is gone!

At this time, Wenhua Hongyan didn't seem to relieve his anger, but flapped his wings again and flew towards Jin Chen, seemingly with great hatred. Jin Chen looked coldly at the flying Wenhua Hongyan, and said with disdain: "When my Dapeng clan could destroy your clan, this young master still cares about your Wenhua incarnation?"

After finishing speaking, Jin Chen made a knife shape with his hand and slashed down, sending out a demonic sword light. Seeing that Daomang was about to slash at Hongyan, suddenly a fist flew over, deflecting the trajectory of Daomang, and the blademang rubbed Hongyan's wings and flew out.

Jin Chen turned his head in anger, and saw Chen Luo showing the appearance of a fist, Chen Luo blew his fist: "That's my Wenhua Hongyan, you say cut it?"

Jin Chen's eyes flickered with golden light: "That's fine, this young master would like to directly experience the power of your Excellency."

Chen Luo sneered: "I'm happy to accompany you!" As he spoke, he was about to mobilize the true meaning of martial arts. At this time, a huge coercion fell, covering Chen Luo and Jin Chen.

Mr. He's voice sounded: "The lord of the country has a purpose. During the poetry meeting, all fighting is prohibited. The two of you also please give our company a face for the country."

At the same time, the voice transmission of Lord He also sounded in Chen Luo's ears: "Little ancestor, little ancestor, you can't fight against this bird man. Behind him is the great sage of the Dapeng clan hidden in the void, and he might make a bad move. The slave tried to kill him."

Hearing this, Chen Luo waved to Hongyan, who reluctantly flew back behind Chen Luo. Jin Chen also snorted coldly and stopped talking.

At this time, Bai Qingqing's voice came: "Brother Bai has a great reputation. Judging from these three poems, among the people Qingqing has seen in his life, only Chen Wuhou is above your Excellency. I don't know if there is inspiration to write another one. ?"

"If it is still at this level, Qingqiu Hu Kingdom will withdraw from this poetry competition."

Chen Luo smiled slightly, this little fox, even if he admits defeat, he sows discord.

Unfortunately, both are me.

When Bai Qingqing's voice fell, Shi Man'er, who had been eating fish silently, also shouted: "Brother Bai, if you can write another one, then I will admit defeat. If you can't write it, just wait for me. After a while, let me eat all these fish and compare them with you."

She Xiangxiang's legs were weakened at this time, she fell to the ground, and looked at Chen Luo with her eyes overflowing: "My enemy, I can't compare, I just ask you to come and eat me, okay? You can take a bite... "

Seeing that one of the four most promising winners was eliminated, two abstained, and the other had a spring 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 festival.

Chen Luo smiled and picked up the brush again. When he was about to write, the voice of the old man came from the sky: "Little friend!"

"Spring has sighed, I have been in love, the next song, is it the old man's return to the mountain?"

Bai Qingqing shook her head slightly, Shi Man'er pouted, She Xiangxiang muttered, "I don't know what to do."

The three topics are there, and which one you want to write is entirely voluntary. The old man Shu said this, but he limited Chen Luo to write his "Going to the Mountain" question.

But to return to the mountain, it naturally requires the understanding of the world to write it down. This requirement is really difficult for Chen Luo.

"Bai Lang, don't listen to him. If you want to write, write about Acacia, I like to read it." She Xiangxiang said directly without sound transmission.

Chen Luo glanced at She Xiangxiang gratefully, and said softly, "Don't worry."

Then he raised his head and looked at the boat in the sky: "Since the old gentleman has named it, then I will write a song to return to the mountain below, and ask the old gentleman to correct me."

Chen Luo took a deep breath and wrote—

The rise and fall of the eternal dream of prosperity, the eyes of poetry are tired of the horizon.

Konglin Arbor~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Demon Palace creeping grass, ancient temple jackdaws.

Several thatched huts, with thousands of volumes of books, were cast in the old village homes.

What's going on in the mountains? Songhua wine, spring water sencha.

After writing, there was a sudden thunderous sound in the lake, and the vigorous culture of the carp came from Chen Luo's Wenhua carp. The carp suddenly slapped the lake and leaped up. There were still dozens of cultural carps that were not swallowed. A dazzling light radiated from the body, and along with the sound of thunder in the sky, a dragon roar was emitted, and it turned into a blue dragon with a length of more than ten meters, dyeing the sky of the night sky for hundreds of miles!

Qinglong hovered in the air for a moment, then suddenly fell on the back of Da Yuan. As soon as he touched it, it turned into a stone tablet with a size of ten feet. And Da Yuan seemed to be unable to bear the weight of the stone tablet, and the entire "island" actually dropped three feet. For a time, the "island" shook on the ground.

It was only then that the first exclamation sounded on the "island".

Immediately afterwards, exclamations continued.

At this moment, the big back, exploded.