Twenty-one years later.

The Dragon Crown Dynasty has entered its heyday, and it is unique in the Canglong Continent.

The hundred countries and thousands of states of the Canglong Continent have surrendered, and only four or five super forces such as the Blood Dragon Country, the Nine Xuan Kingdom, the Buyi Clan, the Sword God Cave Heaven, and the Black Building have the ability to compete with them or protect themselves.

The other continents remained silent and distant from the Canglong Continent.

The eloquent Dragon Emperor VI abdicated eleven years ago, and traveled all over the world, never returning to the Dragon Capital.

The third prince succeeded to the throne, which was the seventh Dragon Emperor.

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East of Taishang Lake, Tiandui Mountain, Xiaogu Peak.

The sunset is getting red, and the most beautiful and helpless time of the day has arrived again.

It was early spring, the spring breeze seemed warm, but it was still cold after all.

The door of the house is half-closed, the window is fully open, under the window, there are a few flowers that bloom first in early spring in the plum vase, a middle-aged scribe in Tsing Yi who is elegant and elegant, leaning against the window, holding a collection of poems, is chanting: "Persuade the gentleman not to cherish the golden clothes, persuade the gentleman to cherish the youth." Flowers can be folded straight, do not wait for no flowers and empty branches......"

The word "branch" was about to pass away, and a hearty laugh came from afar: "Sour Xiucai, what is the interest of reading these old poems? ”

The middle-aged scribe smiled slightly and looked out the window at the path.

It took a long time for a majestic purple-faced middle-aged man to emerge from the shade of the trees. But seeing that his feet were not dusty, he was extremely swift. Who would have thought that this burly figure of him would actually learn such a superior body.

The aura of the mountain and sea realm can only be regarded as medium, and the earth spirit is intercepted by the dark nether realm.

The Dark Nether has a unique realm: the Nether. The Nether is rich in spirits.

The air breathability realm, the mountain and sea realm, and the micro-cloud realm, the three realms are sympathetic to each other, collectively called: the middle realm.

The Middle Realm does not have an advantage in terms of aura, so it pays more attention to martial arts.

The Ethereal Realm, the Silent Realm, the Mystic Realm, and the Burning Heart Realm are collectively called the Upper Realm.

The Upper Realm is full of spirits.

In terms of aura, the middle realm is more sad, it is really a heavenly spirit, an earth spirit, and I am not spiritual.

Although the Heavenly Spirit and Earth Spirit Plane did not have an advantage, the various strange flowers and fairy grasses and alien beasts and divine birds in the Middle Realm were far ahead of the other eight realms. With the strong assistance of these strange flowers and fairy grasses and exotic beasts and divine birds, the martial arts of the mountain and sea realm can still be capped.

The Tsing Yi scribe is over forty years old, elegant and refined, and introverted, obviously a first-class master of martial arts, and much better than a purple-faced man. He smiled at the purple-faced man and said, "Big man, although this poem is old, it is very readable...... Well, what are you doing?"

"There's something more readable about it. But seeing that the purple-faced man waved his hand, a white shadow shot straight at the Tsing Yi scribe, full of strength, and ordinary masters really couldn't catch it.

Obviously, this man's internal strength is already first-class.

The scribe in Tsing Yi took it easily, and teased while opening the paper ball: "You have come to my small hut at least a hundred times, and this is the first time you have brought a gift...... " He bowed his head, untied the white paper ball in his hand, and when he opened it, he saw a poem written on it: In the plum bottle......

In the corner of the white paper, there is a vignette drawing, which depicts a vast sea, and a red human heart is dancing with the waves.

The purple-faced man knew in his heart that this illustration was the name of the Tsing Yi scribe: Xinhai.

The Tsing Yi scribe couldn't help but smile slightly, spread the piece of paper on the flower branch in the plum vase, and with a light touch of the index finger of his right hand, a cyan vitality shot out from his fingertips, lightly sprinkling the paper, and in a moment a complete poem appeared on the paper, he couldn't help but chant softly:

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In the plum vase, the bluebird does not enter the window.

People are thousands of miles away, and the early spring breeze is injured.

The curtain is chaotic, and the sunset is warm for the rest of your life.

Life and death go with the clouds, and the clouds disappear and the sleeves are scarred.

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After he finished chanting the last word, the purple-faced man was already standing under the window and said, "Sour Xiucai, how is this poem?"

The scholar in Tsing Yi was already stunned, staring at the forty words, as if he was reading forty thousand words.

The purple-faced man froze and said, "Sour Xiucai, why are you in a daze? I feel that as soon as you see this ghost poem, your three souls and seven spirits have already fallen seventy-seven-eighty-eight, you can say a word!"

It took a long time for the Tsing Yi scribe to come back to his senses, and he just sighed and didn't answer him.

Although the purple-faced man knew that this poem was to be given to the scribe in Tsing Yi, he didn't know who wrote the poem and painted, and why he was looking for this sour showman.

The scribe in Tsing Yi carefully folded the ball of white paper into his arms, and then sighed: "Uncle Seven Emperors hasn't written poetry for twenty-three years, but I didn't expect him to finally pick up the pen, and his skills have gone up a few floors, which is unfathomable." ”

The uncle of the Seventh Emperor, Prince Duanhao, is the uncle of the current Emperor Dragon Emperor VII. The reason why the Dragon Emperor VII was able to stand out in the battle for the heir eleven years ago was that the Seven Emperor Uncles made great contributions. What is rare and commendable is that he retired after success and devoted himself to cultivation, and he was very famous in the government and the opposition.

The purple-faced man looked at the Tsing Yi scribe in amazement, and said, "Sour Xiucai, listen to your tone, you are very familiar with the Seventh Emperor Uncle." We've known each other for nearly 30 years, and you haven't mentioned it. You know, Uncle Seven Emperors is my idol. ”

The scribe in Tsing Yi laughed and said: "You have always liked to cheat me, and you don't count how much money I have lost to you over the years." If I tell you that Uncle Seven Emperors is an old friend of my father, won't you leave me a single hair?"

The purple-faced man gritted his teeth and shouted: "Sour Xiucai, it's really you! Anyway, if I know it today, it's not too late, and I will double down in the future, and I will never be soft." However, how can you just tell that this was written by the Seventh Emperor Uncle?"

The Tsing Yi scribe's face rose with respect, and he said: "Today, there are only two and a half people who can make me Chen admire the poets. ”

"Which two and a half?"

The scribe in Tsing Yi looked into the distance and said, "Half of it is the first pen in the capital 'Xiao Li Bai' Dongfang Bai." ”

The purple-faced man's face changed, and he shouted: "Sour Xiucai, Dongfang Bai is the first pen by the emperor's side, if he participates in the poetry list of the Canglong Continent, he may be ranked first." I didn't expect him to be half in your heart. I'm even more curious, who are those two? One is the Seventh Dragon Emperor and the other is the Seventh Emperor Uncle?"

The Tsing Yi scribe glanced at him and sneered: "Look at your appearance, do you want to be an official? This sycophant is so simple and rude, and the person being photographed also feels that the price is dropped." ”

The purple-faced man smiled and said, "Who is that?"

The Tsing Yi scribe raised his eyes and looked behind the purple-faced man, smiled mysteriously, and then said: "One is the 'Sword Rulai' Song Bugui, one of the four supreme masters of our Dragon Crown Dynasty. ”

The purple-faced man nodded and praised: "Yes, yes, not only is his swordsmanship subtle and extraordinary, but his literary talent is no less than swordsmanship." The other one must be the Seventh Emperor Uncle?"

The Tsing Yi scribe shook his head and said, "The other is the most mysterious elder of the Xuanwu Palace, 'Purple Crane Qingfeng' Xuanli Zhenren. ”

The purple-faced man was surprised and said, "Xuan Lizhen has been in retreat for more than 30 years, and I haven't seen him write poetry much before the retreat?"

The Tsing Yi scribe sighed: "Before the retreat, I had the privilege of seeing four poems written by him, and these four poems alone have surpassed Dongfang Bai. After the retreat, his cultivation must have improved a lot, and he was almost on par with Song Bugui. ”

The purple-faced man said: "Speaking of which, the three of them have nothing to do with the Seventh Emperor Uncle with half a copper coin." ”

The scribe in Tsing Yi said: "The three of them, just let me admire, as long as I continue to work hard, it is still possible to reach them in the future." And the poems of the Seven Emperor Uncles, even if I work hard for another hundred years, I can't reach them. ”

"Therefore, on top of the matter of writing poems, there is only one person who can really make me die, and that is Uncle Seven Emperors. He went on to add.

The purple-faced man was extremely surprised, and said, "I can't imagine that you, the extremely arrogant and sour showman, are also modest, it's really a hell of a life." It's just that the poems of the Seven Emperor Uncles, what's so good?"

The scribe in Tsing Yi sighed: "Just rely on his informal and freewheeling pen...... Oh, no, he should already have nothing in his eyes, no pen in his hand, no intention in his heart, and a thought of poetry, he is already beyond my reach, even Song Jianshen and Elder Xuanli. His eyes were slightly closed, as if he was still immersed in the paper, and only after a while did he slowly speak, sighing and saying: "In this poem, the sentence 'The curtain is in chaos, and the sunset warms the rest of your life', how many hardships and how many liberations you need to go through before you can blurt it out." Anyway, I'll never be able to write!"

(As an aside, because of the plot, sometimes you have to borrow people in the book to boast about their original lyrics.) No way, anyway, the author has always been very thick-skinned, so bear with me)

The purple-faced man took a closer look, and couldn't help but sigh: "It's really an expert, and you know if there is one." Hearing you say this, I pondered again and again, these two sentences are really amazing, and they really have the taste of the ancients' 'the desert is lonely and the sun sets on the long river'. ”

(Hey, someone's skin is twice as thick...... ）

The scribe in Tsing Yi said with a smile: "Big man, it's really you, you have been wandering among the top green buildings in Xuanhu City in the past few years, and when you are fighting bravely to kill the enemy in bed, you have actually grown a lot in terms of literary talent, I really can't underestimate you." ”

The purple-faced man's face turned red, turning purple-black, and there was still a hint of cowardice in his tone, and he said, "I'm going on a mission......

The scribe in Tsing Yi smiled and said, "Such a task is both arduous and dangerous, I also have to contribute, and you will also help me fight for opportunities......" Seeing that the purple-faced man began to grit his teeth and his face turned from purple to black, he stopped teasing him, turned to the topic, and said: "How did this poem come about?"

The purple-faced man smoothed the corners of his mouth and said: "In the early morning, I was sleeping soundly with Miss Qingluo in Qunyufang, and suddenly I heard someone in the small courtyard calling my name. When I opened the paper and saw this poem, I was confused, thinking that he couldn't be confessing to me......"