"I said Ah Xu, why are you so spineless, this senior said that I don't educate, I want to listen, what kind of poems are his poems, what kind of poems can make him like this!"

Feng Hang's opening, so he didn't make Zuo Xu angry, okay, you two also, I plead with you, you are good, and you have been challenging the bottom line of this white-eyed grandfather, okay, I can't help you this time!

"Hey, hey, hey, that's interesting!"

The white-eyed priest suddenly smiled maliciously: "I originally wanted to punish you and increase the knowledge of the educated people, but I see that you kid seems to know that the sky is high and the earth is thick, so let me say a verse, as long as you can go next, the old man will not punish you!"

"Come on!

Feng Hang squinted at the old man, although he was a chemistry, he was not bad at liberal arts, and he had won an award at the poetry conference!

"Farewell to the sky and the sea of colorful clouds!"

The old man suddenly said something like this.

When Feng Hang heard this, he almost cut off his big teeth, okay, if Li Bai knew that his poems had been changed like this, would the coffin board shake?

Looking at the arrogant face of the white-eyed priest, it seems that this poem is so awesome!

Feng Hang's little temper came up, and he didn't want to think about it, so he blurted out directly: "Thousands of miles against the wind in one day!"

Above the secret path, if you change it, I will change it, isn't it just to change the verses!

Bai Mei suddenly glared, smacked his lips, and showed a slight surprise on his face, and he quickly said like electricity: "Ling Yu's wind doesn't stop!"

Feng Hang forced himself to hold back his laughter, what is this and what, volley, the universe, this is not neat at all, it is simply a dog fart, and the white-eyed priest still looks proud!

"Sword Qi crisscrosses the Ten Thousand Mountains!"

After Feng Hang finished speaking, Zuo Xu suddenly exclaimed:

"Good!"

He shouted, looking at Feng Hang in shock, feeling that this big brother is still a fierce man, and he is also so fierce in poetry!

"What's good!"

The white-eyed priest blew his beard and stared at Zuo Xu, his white eyebrows shook, and his eyes glared at Feng Hang: "Say, where did you hear it!"

"Where did you hear it, did my predecessors think my poems are good and jealous?"

Feng Hang looked at him with slanted eyes.

"Whew!"

Although the white-eyed priest was still surprised in his heart, his face was not forgiving at all: "You kid, don't think that you learned two verses from there, you think you know everything, and I will tell you ......"

Before he finished his words, he heard Feng Hang look at the end of the corridor first, and there was a huge natural waterfall in that place, which was quite spectacular.

Feng Hang watched it, and at the same time groaned in his mouth:

"The sun shines on the incense burner and produces purple smoke,

Looking at the waterfall in the distance.

Flying down three thousand feet,

It is suspected that the Milky Way fell for 9 days. ”

Feng Hang's words fell, his face was full of unfathomable, and he pretended to be forced to the extreme, but his appearance, but I was surprised by the white-eyed priest, after listening to the verses stolen by Feng Hang, his eyes were round, and he muttered in disbelief: "Flying down three thousand feet, flying down ......"

While muttering, his whole person seemed to be in a stupor.

Feng Hang saw the old man's stunned expression, and he was speechless when he arrived home, he just wanted to speak, but was suddenly stopped by Zuo Xu: "Shhh, don't open your mouth, Grandpa Baimei may have learned something from your poems, he may have taken it back, but then brother, the poems you learned from there, are so powerful?"

"Phew!"

Feng Hang knocked on the door of his head: "You kid can't spit out ivory in his mouth, your eldest brother and I are very talented, I have been exposed to it since I was a child, and I am self-taught!"

"Didn't I just ask......"

Zuo Xu looked aggrieved and touched his head that was smashed by Feng Hang.

Neither of them dared to disturb the crazy old man, and they didn't even dare to walk, for fear that the footsteps would be the way of thinking.

Feng Hang also felt that there was no one, he just saw the beautiful scenery of the waterfall and sighed, as for such excitement, "Hahahaha......"

More than ten minutes passed, and Feng Hang was startled by a demonic laugh. Even Zuo Xu grabbed Feng Hang's arm in a creepy manner.

Suddenly, the white-eyed priest shouted: "Good! Good poem, good poem!"

He suddenly opened his arms, and in his palms, obscure ancient characters suddenly floated out, and after the ancient words floated around, Feng Hang suddenly saw that those fonts seemed to be the first sentence of the poem he had just said!

Sun!shine!incense!burner!raw!purple!smoke!

Seven words came out of the stream, and a very rich charm was overflowing.

Suddenly, in the sky, the heat of the sun was sucked down, a burst of red light sprinkled down, accompanied by the mana of the white priest surging, a void furnace appeared, the scorching terrifying power was enough to refine everything, and the distant waterfall seemed to be evaporated by the high temperature to evaporate some white gas.

Feng Hang didn't doubt it at all, if he threw himself into this void furnace, he would be roasted and turned into a human in an instant!

The furnace absorbed countless heaven and earth aura, and it was refined in the blink of an eye, and among the ten miles of Fang Yuan, it seemed that it was suddenly sucked by a huge whale, and there was no trace of aura!

The Void Forge disappeared, Feng Hang looked at this scene in surprise, and secretly said What a terrifying strength, just a sentence of poetry, you can have such a feeling, comprehend such a terrible killing move!

"Well, yes, yes, waiting for the three sentences to be understood by me will definitely be able to take me to the next level. ”

The white-eyed priest smacked his lips, and suddenly looked at Feng Hang with a burning eye: "Little brother, I didn't expect you to have such a talent, where are you now teaching, if you don't have a master, or worship me as a teacher, it's a waste for a genius like you not to practice poetry! It doesn't matter if you have a master, there are not many people on the mainland who dare to rob my apprentices with poetry, you can throw yourself under my door......"

"Senior, as a scholar, is this really good?"

Regarding the big change in the attitude of the white-eyed priest, Feng Hang suddenly said weakly.

And Zuo Xu also looked at his white-eyed grandfather with a stunned mouth, and secretly said Is this still the poet maniac of Tianhai Academy who has a weird temper and has cultivated to be superb?

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

It seemed to feel the strange gaze of the two juniors, and the white-eyed priest also realized that he had lost his temper, and coughed: "Eh, little brother, thank you a lot this time, I boast that my poetry is superb, but I didn't expect that today I was actually impressed by one of your juniors, just your poem just now, I dare to guarantee that in the Hidden Dragon City, absolutely no one can do it!"

From your verses, I also feel something that is still helpful to my realm!"

"I just saw the waterfall, and I felt it, senior, you are too modest!"

When he said this, Feng Hang was a little embarrassed!

Zuo Xu also interjected to Feng Hang at the time and said: "Brother Feng, what Grandpa Bai Mei said is the truth, in our Tianhai Academy, everyone is entering the Tao with literature, eh, although I am not included! Grandpa Bai Mei dares to say the second in the Ten Dao Realm, I am afraid that no one dares to say the first in Qianlong City, and he also has a title, that is, poetry madness!"

There is no mistake