"What is that?" Yang Xiao was puzzled.

Have you ever heard of these eight words?" asked the ancestor.

"Ah!" Yang Xiao's body trembled when he heard this, "I seem to have read it in the memory of the god of silence! That should be the praise of the legendary Luo Shen by a bard god in ancient times!"

"That's right! Legend has it that the bard was a god of divine power. And in addition to the title of the god of bards, he also has a title, and that is the god of wine!"

"Bacchus?" Yang Xiao frowned.

"That's right, it's the god of wine!" Old Ancestor's tone was extremely affirmative, "The reason why he has this name is because this gentleman is a drunkard, and he always carries a wine gourd with him that can never be satisfied. And this gourd is also one of his most powerful artifacts!"

"One, then what other powerful artifact?" Yang Xiao asked.

"Another artifact is a jade pen. Legend has it that if the god of poetry met an enemy, he would take a sip of wine first. Then, drink half and spit out half. Then, with his jade pen, he dipped it in the syrup and wrote in the air. And the words written by it can make any opponent intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves, as if they were enchanted. ”

"I see!" Yang Xiao suddenly said, "In this way, then this should be soul power, oh no! To be precise, the attack of the divine soul, right?"

He knew very well that when he had reached the realm of that bard, his soul had long been sublimated into a divine soul, and his power was beyond his imagination at the moment.

"That's right! Of course, you can also understand it as a type of soul attack now!"

"And who is that Luoshen?" Yang Xiao asked.

In the memory of the god of silence, there is only a small account of the memory of Roselle. As for who Roselle is, there is no mention of it.

"Roselle is a very mysterious goddess in ancient times. And there are many titles imposed on her head, God of Beauty, God of Dance, God of Song, God of Music, and so on. All in all, from these titles, you should be able to think about what kind of existence Luo Shen is!" The ancestor's tone was also full of admiration and awe at this moment.

"Well, I'm afraid it can't be described as peerless, right?" Yang Xiao sighed.

"Hehe, Fenghua peerless?" Old Ancestor smiled disdainfully, "Fenghua peerless people are probably not even worthy of carrying shoes in front of Luoshen!"

"Uh......" Yang Xiao had a black line on his head.

So far, this is the first time that the other party has used such rhetoric to praise an object.

It is conceivable that if Luo Shen appeared in front of him at this moment, and this old thing had a body, he would definitely lie on the heels of the other party and kneel and lick like a dog.

"Then that god of poetry, could it be that he saw that Luo Shen back then, so he left those eight words?" Ignoring the nymphomaniac of the ancestor, Yang Xiao continued.

Probably the ancestor also discovered his gaffe, and after coughing a few times, he said, "Almost! As far as I know, this bard himself is also a man who is extremely handsome and conceited. At that time, I don't know how many women in the world fell for him. It's just that he won't even look at them.

Later, he naturally heard about the name of Roselle, so he wanted to go and meet him. However, he is extremely conceited, and Roselle's self-esteem is not much higher than him. Therefore, no matter how much the god of poetry longed, Roselle never wanted to see him.

"As for the aftermath, they still saw each other. After meeting, the god of poetry and Roselle began a contest on their own means. Of course, they were both gods of extreme elegance. At the same time, both of them are extremely good at the art of the divine soul, so in the end, they compete with the art of the divine soul.

"No one knows what the battle between them is. I only know that in the end, this poet willingly admits defeat and sighs to himself. At the same time, before leaving, outside the sacred mountain where Luo Shen lived in seclusion, the volley book was filled with those eight big characters.

And these eight big characters are actually one of Luoshen's magic skills - dance. Legend has it that Luo Shen dances, which can make all things fall in, and even the stubborn stone nods, and the flying stream surrounds, and the end is incredible. Therefore, later generations speculated that this poet god was most likely defeated by Luoshen's dance, so he wrote those eight big characters. ”

"I see!" Yang Xiao nodded.

I really didn't expect that there were such incredible gods in ancient times.

"By the way, then this Rainbow Wandering Dragon Technique, could it be one of the inheritances of Luoshen?" Yang Xiao asked.

According to legend, Luo Shen also had a few maids, and each of them later got a share of her inheritance. There are songs, music, and dances. And this dance, because of the eight words of the god of poetry, is also called the rainbow dragon technique. It's just that most of these inheritances have been lost for too long. I really don't know where the Beigong girl got it!"

Old Ancestor's tone was filled with shock and incomprehension.

"I said, since you have said it, this is something that has disappeared for a long time, you can't be mistaken, right?" Yang Xiao asked.

"How is it possible!" exclaimed the Ancestor, "Although it has disappeared for a long time, but in my time, I have witnessed it with my own eyes, how can I be wrong!"

"Uh...... Okay!" Seeing the ancestor say this, Yang Xiao didn't say more, but said secretly, "It seems that during this period of time, not only have I had a chance, but Senior Sister Murong and Senior Sister Beigong have their own opportunities!

After thinking about it, I saw Yang Xiao's eyes widen and stared at the battle platform.

Looking at Beigong Yue again, he raised his hand very elegantly, and pointed to a name and said, "Elder Kong, I challenge Nalan Wei!"

Although he had been prepared, when he heard Beigong Yue call his name, Nalan Wei's heart still trembled inexplicably.

Just now, he had been overwhelmed by Beigong Yue's demeanor, and he didn't dare to stare at the girl's wonderful eyes at this moment.

"Come on...... Here it is!" Naranwe stood up, his head bowed, like a child who had done something wrong.

"Please!" Beigong Yueyu's fingers were light and elegant.

Looking at Nalan Wei again, it was as if he had made a lot of determination before he jumped in front of Beigong Yue.

"Yue...... Empress Yue!" Nalan Wei clenched his fists, "Please advise!"

Beigong Yue smiled, made a gesture of please, and said, "Senior Brother Nalan, please!"

"Offended!" Naranway snapped his heart.

Anyway, now that he is on the battlefield, as a martial artist, he must adjust his heart.

I saw Nalan Wei shake his hand, took out a battle sword, and then the long sword danced, stabbing towards Beigong Yue.

Looking at Beigong Yue again, his expression was unhurried. Seeing that the long sword was approaching, the girl looked up, and a mesmerizing smile appeared in her starry eyes.

And just under this laugh, he heard the sound of "dangchang", Nalan Wei's sword fell to the ground, and he himself was already standing in place like a stone statue.

(End of chapter)