The movement of a dragon pulling a chariot is not insignificant.

And after the battle of Bright Moon City, Su Ping has obviously become the focus of all the monks in this heaven and earth, attracting the attention of countless people.

Countless monks who had not had time to stay away and were still wandering around Bright Moon City were very surprised when they saw this scene.

Well?

What's going on?

Why did the arrogant and lawless false saint son turn around and turn back?

Especially the city lord of Bright Moon City, his face suddenly turned green, and the whole person was not good.

Why did this living Hades come back?

Could it be that he remembered that he forgot to slaughter the city, and this is to make up for it?

Thinking of this, the whole person almost cried.

Life is too hard!

"Childe, what are we going to do again?"

Yuexi held the many space rings that had been sorted out to Su Ping and wondered.

"There was a chance to fall. Su Ping said calmly.

Several people were all moved, and Lao Jiao pricked up his ears, and a glint burst out of his eyes.

You must know that Su Ping just said to a bunch of mountain-like space rings with a disgusted face, this is not worthy of chance.

Doesn't that mean that the value of this mysterious opportunity that fell is greater than the harvest obtained by Tianjiao Jun, who just ransacked more than a dozen Daozhou in one fell swoop?!

Yuexi's eyes widened, her heart was excited, and she subconsciously asked, "What is the chance?"

Su Ping shook his head and did not answer, but looked down at Mingyue City below with interest.

At this moment, Bright Moon City has long since lost its previous prosperity and is full of devastation.

Although Su Ping didn't really slaughter the city, he just harvested a wave of leeks from outsiders, and the ordinary monks in Mingyue City did not suffer much loss.

However, with the defeat of Bright Moon City, there will still be countless monks' lives affected.

"In this world, weakness is the original sin. ”

Su Ping said indifferently.

He may have mercy on all beings in the world, but not now.

He is still struggling in this cannibalistic world, where he has the right to pity others.

......

"Childe has arrived. ”

Yue Xi reminded in a coquettish voice.

Su Ping came back to his senses, looked at the Moon Viewing Tower that appeared in front of him, and looked at it seriously for the first time.

"Let this Holy Son miss the opportunity, I hope you don't let this Holy Son too disappointed. ”

Su Ping chuckled, said nothing, tidied up his sleeves, got off the dragon chariot, and slowly walked into the moon-watching building.

At this time, the moon viewing building, people walked tea and cool, it was a mess, and there was no one in the air.

Only when the bright moon saint fell in the sky, the bright moon transformed by its own holy will hung high, quietly sprinkling a white and soft light.

"There's nothing magical here. ”

Yuexi's divine sense was dispersed, and he searched inch by inch, but he didn't gain anything at all.

Not only Yuexi, but even Gu Shan and Lao Jiao, who was guarding outside, also manipulated their divine sense at this moment, and re-examined the moon-watching building where the Bright Moon Saint had fallen and sat down in great detail.

Soon, Gu Shan and Lao Jiao also frowned, and they didn't find anything.

The Mingyue Saint is just a saint, and it stands to reason that the means she arranged can't escape Gu Shan and Lao Jiao's detection at all.

But they didn't notice any clues.

But he didn't want to doubt Su Ping's words.

After all, Su Ping has brought them countless surprises and shocks in just a few months.

As Su Ping said, in front of him, there is no impossibility!

After noticing Yuexi's reaction, Su Ping chuckled, "This is the most prosperous area of Mingyue City, and there are countless people who come and go, if you can detect the abnormality just by scanning it with your divine sense, then this chance is not called chance, let alone the turn of this holy son." ”

"Childe has a way?" Yuexi's eyes lit up.

"The sage of the bright moon loves poetry all his life, and he still likes the poetry of the bright moon. ”

Su Ping recalled the homework he had done before setting off and muttered.

"Mingyue poem?" Soon, Su Ping laughed, "This Holy Son is the best!"

As he spoke, he walked to the bright moon in the building, picked up the paper and pen on the side, and swayed it wantonly.

"Childe, this is in ...... Didn't Childe say before that he couldn't compose poetry?"

Looking at Su Ping's back, Yuexi hesitated for a moment, and hurriedly ran to him to sharpen ink for Su Ping, while the corner of his eye fell on the rice paper.

"Silent Night Thoughts?"

"The bright moonlight in front of the window, suspected to be frost on the ground?"

"Raise your head to look at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown?"

Yuexi originally just swept the corner of her eye, but she didn't expect to be directly attracted.

The clarity of the whole person is excited, and it seems that he is completely immersed in the world of poetry.

A string of tears fell from the corner of his eye.

I was infected by a strong sense of homesickness in the poem.

She was homesick.

It turned out that she hadn't returned to her family for three years.

Since entering the Fuyao Sect, he has been practicing all the time, and his connection with the family has only been maintained by flying swords or family visits.

This is only the Four Extremes Secret Realm, if you step into the keel in the future, once you retreat, it will be a few years or ten years, and I am afraid that the number of times you will go home will be even less.

Thinking of this, my mood became more and more sad.

Noticing the change in her mood, Yuexi hurriedly ran a meditation technique to stabilize her mind.

"This ......" Yuexi's eyes were scorching, and she looked at her son with an obsessive expression, "This poem can be compared with the poems of those poets who are in the limelight today, or even surpassed!"

"What the hell is this called poetry?!" the dragon outside roared, and its vertical pupils were also a little wet.

It was then that it realized that it had been wandering for a thousand years.

How many thousand years are there for Jiaosheng?

"Ma De, engage in Jiao mentality!"

Lao Jiao, who was originally immersed in the joy of devouring hundreds of days of arrogant talents, at this time, his mentality completely collapsed.

I can't wait to go back to my hometown now, even if it's just to go back and have a look.

On the contrary, it was Gu Shan, who didn't react much.

First, the cultivation is to reach the sky, and the Taoist heart is resolute, and this poem can't affect him.

Second, Fuyao Sect is his home, and he has always been at home, so naturally there is no so-called homesickness.

However, this did not prevent him from expressing relief.

This poem, he could feel, contained the true meaning of the endless avenue.

If, nothing else, it is not a problem to be named a poet with this poem.

It's not very useful, but it's better than nothing.

After Su Ping finished writing, he put away his pen, tidied up his sleeves, and looked up at the bright moon above his head.

said indifferently: "How is this poem?"

With Su Ping's voice sounding, the bright moon above his head shined brightly.

Outside, a muffled thunder sounded in the sky.

Su Ping's body showed a faint light, and with him as the center, heaven and earth began to rejoice.

Yuexi's eyes widened, she had participated in countless poetry meetings and had a deep understanding of poetry.

This is the embodiment of poetry to become virtuous!

His own son-in-law was promoted to a poet on the spot directly with a poem? !

The light gradually spread in all directions.

Nine days of thunder, the wind and clouds change.

Clusters of golden clouds appeared, transforming into countless sages and saints, all of whom bowed their hands to Su Ping, as if congratulating.

On this day, the poems were revealed, and countless great road runes were manifested, outlining all the poems of the ancient era of the three thousand Dao states, and permeating the entire three thousand dao states.

Su Ping's silent night thoughts echoed in everyone's hearts.

"What's going on? This vision is that someone has become virtuous with poetry!"

"Thinking about the bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground, looking up at the bright moon, looking down at your hometown?"

At this moment, everyone was immersed in the endless homesickness contained in this poem, and their hearts were filled with mixed feelings, and there was an indescribable sadness.

"Hmm, what? The author is Su Ping?!!"

"This is a poem made by Su Ping?!!"

The three thousand Daozhou directly blew up the pot, and many people were so frightened that they were dumbfounded.