Song of the Four Realms

"Whoo~"

Ling Fengyu slowly exhaled almost pure white mist.

In half a day, Ling Fengyu replenished the internal energy of the ghost sparrow, and stimulated all the medicinal properties of the icy flower dew.

A cold feeling circulated in the sparrow's body.

"It's so comfortable. The cold thing you sent, Feng Yu, circulates in my body."

Ghost Sparrow stroked the wound on his chest.

This is ice cream.

Ling Fengyu wants to say this~

But the price of the icy dew is there.

Except for the ground fire puree in southern Xinjiang, I really can't find an equivalent value.

"The wound on the outside is still pink. And the wound inside should not have recovered much, and there are scars on the bones. You need to suppress it with inner yuan, and try not to do it for the past two months."

Ling Fengyu said.

"Okay, I'll just go to Yunhai Tower to rest. But~"

Ghost Sparrow touched it.

I don't know where she took out the booklet with temperature.

"In the hands of the Kun Dynasty, after this time, I don't know if there are any left. It should be useful to you and the little sea cucumber. You can take it first." Ghost Sparrow handed over the booklet.

Ling Fengyu took it and put it away.It is put together with a part of the longan picture of Jiuying Tayan.

"The Kun Dynasty has Tianji Camp and Shenji Pavilion. How can you be allowed to establish an eyeliner under their influence?" Ling Fengyu sighed.

"However, whoever hurt you, I still have to take revenge."

It doesn't matter right or wrong, just because the sparrow is his ~friend.

"A person with a mask of fangs should be a young existence. Judging by his skills, he is the killer of Shenji Pavilion." Guique replied.

The fang mask, the skill of the Shenji Pavilion?

It should be a freshman junior.

"But I want to kill him myself!" How could Ghost Sparrow not hold grudges?It's just that the strength is not enough now, and it is not its opponent at all.

Ling Fengyu nodded.

Ghost Sparrow's idea is very good, at least know how to work hard.

Escort the sparrow back to Yunhai Tower.

Yun Haishen has already prepared a room for the sparrow, and has prepared a lot of nourishing medicinal materials.

"Little sea cucumber, I'll go to the Kun Dynasty, you should pay attention to tolerance and avoid killing." Ling Fengyu ordered.

Yun Hai nodded deeply in agreement.

He said he looked into it too.The white feather man who helped Lin Qing seemed to have something to do with Zhu Haiqing.

Therefore, the meeting between Ling Fengyu and Lin Qing might be Zhu Haiqing's arrangement, and I want Ling Fengyu to pay attention.

Ling Fengyu remembered this.

He did not hand over Guique's handbook to Yun Haishen, Ling Fengyu had his own plans.

Five days later.

Acropolis of the Kun Dynasty.

The five-year poetry competition.

Ling Fengyu was curious and chose to join.

Its name is Yufeng.

Five or six people took it from the crown, and six or seven boys, bathed in Yi, danced in the wind, and returned home singing.

"Since no one is participating anymore, let me start. Ten years of fighting, ten years of injuries, the general will be rewarded, and the soldiers will die."

One of them shook his paper fan lightly, with a graceful Confucianism and a smile at the corner of his mouth, appearing very confident.

In the arena, there were more than a dozen people, except for three mature old men, they all looked like teenagers, including Ling Fengyu.

"Ten years of cold windows, ten miles of frost, the champion ascends to the palace, and few scholars." An old man closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath and said quietly.

"it is good!"

Everyone in the audience applauded.

But people with a discerning eye can see that they are all here to watch the excitement, and few people have ink.

Is this~ a poem?Why do you feel that something is wrong?

Ling Fengyu frowned slightly, this was the most obvious expression he had made on his face for a long time.

After everyone else had said it, everyone looked at Ling Fengyu and another young man with red lips and white teeth.

Ling Fengyu made an invitation gesture.

Signal the boy to speak first.

The boy smiled and nodded, and he took a few steps slightly.

"A strong man who has passed through the years becomes a general, and the dry bones under his feet are covered with hoarfrost~"

What does this mean?

Everyone bowed their heads in thought.

It means that how many years it took how many soldiers to give birth to a general in it.And he walked out step by step on the bones of his own side and the enemy's. The dry bones turned into frost, which also shows the long time.

"Brother, what do you think?" The young man bowed to Ling Fengyu.

"Well, let me think about it." The metal folding fan that symbolized Ling Fengyu's identity patted his palm.

"Hmm~" Ling Fengyu also walked a few steps with his eyes slightly closed, "A strong man returns after ten years with gray hair, and a general turns into a barren grave after a hundred battles."

Quite a bit of tit for tat taste.

"Well, yes, yes, your name is Yufeng, right? I'm Bai Zhuoke." Bai Zhuoke saluted again.

Ling Fengyu clasped his fists in response.

That's the end of the round.

I don't know what the comparison was, but everyone present groaned, and the people below watched it lively, no one cared what happened.

Then someone quit.

Ling Fengyu doesn't know why, but it's also a five-year poetry competition.

Is it really okay to be so sloppy?

Ling Fengyu lost interest.

"Since someone has withdrawn, it's the final round. How about letting the onlookers judge with the meaning of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum or hidden in the poem?" an old man suggested.

Ling Fengyu doesn't care, and other people agree, so let's compare.

It's so weird.

How could this boring game persist for so many years?

"The old man comes first. Cough cough."

I saw an old man with his eyes slightly closed, moaning softly.

"Look up a branch of plum, and it will fall with the wind. Open your mouth to express your feelings, shut up and swallow the plum blossom."

cough~

Ling Fengyu choked on his own saliva.

This~ It’s okay to insist on the first sentence, but, what’s going on behind it.

"Then the next one is me." Another old man said, "Bow down an orchid, pure white like a girl. Caress the orchid white, like a girl's body."

This song is even more so.Ling Fengyu began to doubt his aesthetic sense.

The last old man.

"A bamboo shoot when it is small, and a bamboo when it is big. The bamboo shoots are delicious, but the bamboo is not edible."

. . .

Ling Fengyu really began to doubt himself.

Follow the previous order.

It's Bai Zhuo Ke's turn.

"Plum blossoms and white fur bow their heads to smell, and search for orchids in the dark and rainy lanes.

Aozhu listens to the wind and still chases the clouds, waiting for the chrysanthemums to bloom and prosper in the new year. "

After finishing a poem, Bai Zhuoke signaled Ling Fengyu to continue.

"Looking for fragrance in the snow to plum blossoms, and appreciating the sound of rain to Junlan.

It is a good year to taste the new tea of ​​chrysanthemum while hiding the green bamboo in the body. "

Clap, clap, all the young people except the old man applauded, well said.

"Your Excellency's four lines of poems, plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, winter, spring, summer, and autumn are all included, and I admire them." A young man showed admiration.

In fact, Ling Fengyu just recited a song casually, but according to the theory of relativity, it should not be much better than what the three old people said.

"You two are out." The three old men said at the same time.

Um?What does this mean?

"Because it's about using one word to write poetry, and I didn't let you all write it in."

this~

Ling Fengyu probably understood a little bit.

Dare to know who these three old men are, it's like ordinary people celebrate their birthday once a year, but some landlords who don't do production have to send out invitations to celebrate their birthday every year, which means the same thing.