The sword light was like electricity, but it only crumpled the waves of ice water.

Baoyu put away his sword and stood, only to see a small boat like a white strip in the waves, speeding towards the end of the river.

"The sky knows the boat, and the river trees are distinguished in the clouds......

Jia Baoyu, I will give you a small gift today and say hello once. You and I, the ...... of the reunification of the barbarian land"

Baoyu chuckled and shook his head, and then took the Junzi Sword into his mind......

This Ke Liangce really made a good greeting and directly poked out the emperor's mental technique.

Baoyu knew that if he was given an official, he would definitely have the intention of sharpening himself.

And the grinding has two results.

Either he, Jia Baoyu, rode the wind and really became a protégé of the Son of Heaven;

And another result is that halfway through Jia Baoyu's fall, naturally there are other people stepping on his white bones and stepping on the road from the dragon.

The emperor's mental tricks have always been difficult to figure out, even if someone guesses it, they don't dare to do it without permission, but if Ke Liangce pokes things out, his troubles will continue one after another.

Thinking of this, Baoyu turned behind him and waved his finger slightly.

At this time, the purple yarn incense car, which had not moved, slowly drove towards the end of the road and quietly drove away......

Waiting for the incense car to walk away, Baoyu suddenly raised his head and said with a smile: "Longbow senior, if you don't come out again, the junior will have to leave first." ”

As soon as the words fell, two people fell beside them.

Chen Changgong squinted at the direction where the incense cart left, and then looked at Baoyu, and saw Baoyu pulling his hands very enthusiastically.

"Today's separation, I don't know when I will see you again, Baoyu is sad in her heart, and she must have a few drinks with her predecessors!"

Chen Changgong withdrew his hands curtly, and said with a smile: "Forget about drinking, well, everyone's fragrant car......

The old man didn't see it, just send me two poems. ”

One big and one small, Chen Changgong and Baoyu stared at each other for a long time, and snorted almost at the same time.

"Little fox!"

"I'm not ashamed!"

Ke Liangce pointed out the origin of the fight, Bai Nanyan is not Baoyu's follower, so naturally he can't shoot directly in public, but Baoyu, generally speaking, still likes to be neat.

Chen Changgong just understood this, and he didn't want to be cheeky, so he directly reached out and begged for poetry.

The two grinded for a while, stepped hand in hand on the side of the Bibo Bridge, and set up a square table and stool for them, like an ordinary farewell, laughing and talking in a low voice.

At first, the voice was very low, and no one knew what they said, but after a while, the sound and content of the conversation became normal and simple.

Baoyu handed over a few pieces of bamboo paper and said with a smile: "I am tired of the seniors to help pass the family letters, the speed of the post station is too slow, and I hope the seniors can understand the younger generations." ”

"It's just a trifle. ”

Chen Changgong naturally took it over to make bamboo paper, and when he saw that there was no letterhead, he whispered 'come'.

A few letterheads appeared on the table, as well as boxes of fire paint, and Chen Changgong put the bamboo paper side by side into the letterhead, on which the treasure jade had already been written, and it was easy to classify and place.

But when it was placed, Chen Changgong was suddenly stunned for a moment, and suddenly pulled out an extraordinarily snow-white piece of paper from the middle of the bamboo paper.

It's ten buckles of paper,

Moreover, it is a high-quality ten-button paper!

"In this article, why do you want to suppress the talent spirit spring?"

The paper was folded, and Chen Changgong did not open it because of etiquette.

But with Chen Changgong's position, he only felt it slightly, and he found that it was wrong.

Baoyu shook his head with a wry smile, and said the matter of tears once, and saw Chen Changgong's face full of embarrassment, and sighed again and again.

"What a red-sleeved fairy! What a Lin Daiyu!"

Chen Changgong thought for a while, and suddenly waved his palm on the top of the ten-button paper, and suddenly the spiritual spring was shining, blooming with a refreshing light fragrance.

"It's not worth it, although the talent spirit spring can make up for the deficit of the red-sleeved fairy, but it's better than nothing, and it's not as useful as you get......"

Halfway through his words, Chen Changgong stopped in amazement, and he didn't even have time to close his mouth.

I saw that the Spiritual Spring of Talent was suppressed for a long time, and it actually burst out, reaching a height of six feet in an instant!

It's only six feet tall, Xuanhe's side!

Chen Changgong only felt distressed, his liver hurt, and his whole body hurt, this Xuanhe-level talent spirit spring, Baoyu actually gave Lin Daiyu a snack to eat?

That's right, for the red-sleeved fairy, the talent spirit spring is a snack at best.

But for the literati, this is the root of life!

Thinking of how many literati have achieved lifting people and jinshi, and they have not even tasted the taste of Xuanhe-level spiritual springs, Chen Changgong looked at Baoyu with the same eyes as if he was looking at a loser!

"You, you, you, it's really ...... I'm mad at me!"

Chen Changgong pointed at Baoyu and was about to preach.

But at this time, Cai Qi Lingquan suddenly jumped and ...... directly

More than eight feet!

"Jia Baoyu!

Chen Changgong stood up abruptly, pointed at Baoyu's nose and scolded:

"You write this poem of the eight-foot spiritual spring with the body of a talent, and in the future, you will definitely be able to raise people nine feet tall and ten cities together! You have even fed out the chapter of the ten cities, you are a tyrannical thing!

Hearing Chen Changgong's hysterical roar, Qian Mouguo and the Xiucai all looked here, just one glance, and they were all stupid into frightened quails.

What did they see?

What did you see?

It turned out to be an eight-foot spiritual spring, reflecting the blue sky of the rivers and rivers, like a thousand flowers and trees!

And, what did they hear?

Feed it out?

Could it be......

Giving away?

Syllable!

Zhao Guining slapped his cheek and groaned blankly: "Pain, it's not a dream, Second Master Bao wants to give away the chapter of the eight-foot spiritual spring now, and it will definitely be able to be held in ten cities in the future?"

"yes, give it away. ”

"Woo, I'm me, I'm only one song so far, and it's still a low-level product of three feet and an inch, Bao Erye's ......"

The talents are stupid, and they can't wait to stuff the incomparably beautiful talent into their eyes.

Especially Zhai Mingsheng, who was angry and opened his bow left and right, and crackled into his face.

The talents were awakened by the loud crackling noise, and hurriedly grabbed Zhai Mingsheng.

"Brother Mingsheng, wake up! Don't go crazy!"

"I know that Bao Erye's poetry is outstanding, this, hehe, expected, shouldn't be surprised. ”

"Brother Mingsheng, don't be stupid!"

Zhai Mingsheng had tears in the corners of his eyes, and he was distressed and wanted to swing, so he finally came back and explained to his classmates.

"Well, it's nothing, Second Master Bao's poetry is ...... I'm angry that I don't fight for myself, and I don't even have a name, Second Master Bao...... ...... who is only eight feet tall"

Zhai Mingsheng still couldn't hold back, and tears fell down.

Seeing that he was stable, someone next to him muttered unconsciously:

"No wonder Brother Mingsheng is like this, the eight-foot talent spirit spring, how much can I increase the quality of the simmer......?

Hearing this, Zhai Mingsheng's knees weakened, and if someone hadn't helped him, he would have snapped and knelt down.

Not to mention how the talents are, even if they are rich and prosperous, their beards are blown up, and their eyes are red.

Xuan He level, he doesn't care, but the Xuan He chapter of the talent spirit spring is eight feet high, he ......

I haven't done it in my life.

Qian Mouguo rolled up his sleeves, if Chen Changgong wasn't still on the bridge, he would go up to rob!

No wonder the teacher is willing to wait for Bao Ge'er, no wonder Bao Ge'er's poetry is famous and noble, it turns out that it is so terrifying!

Qian Mouguo comforted himself like this, but the more he comforted, the more he felt that something was not right in his heart.

Huh?

Huh?

Ahh

Qian Mouguo gritted his teeth and wanted to gnaw Baoyu out of anger.

At this time, those who want to gnaw on Baoyu alive also have a Chen longbow.

I saw Chen Changgong crackling and training chaotically, grinding his teeth while unfolding the ten buttons of paper.

"Hmph, look at the poems you wrote, the old man turned out to be the first eight-foot Xuanhe!"

Baoyu wanted to stop it, but seeing that Chen Changgong's face was full of curiosity and anger, he was about to burn, so he gave up.

"Sauvignon Blanc, in Aoyama.

Luo Wei autumn cries Jinjing, the slight frost is bleak and cold.

The lonely lamp was overwhelmed, and he rolled up his curtains and sighed at the moon.

Beauty is like a flower across the clouds.

There is a long sky above the green and dark, and there are waves of water below.

The sky is long, the soul is far away, and the dream soul is difficult to pass the mountain.

Sauvignon Blanc, heart-wrenching. ”

Chen Changgong came out with a soft groan, and as the chant passed, the sound gradually faded away.

When it came to the last sentence, it seemed to come out with a long voice and a wail.

"Sauvignon Blanc, heart-wrenching ......"

"Sauvignon Blanc, heartbreaking!"

In just one sentence, it seems to be written by Chen Changgong himself!

Very familiar, very familiar, this made him mutter sentences all night, why didn't he burst into tears?

After tasting it a few times, Chen Changgong sighed: "It's another love poem, just a love poem, but it's an eight-foot Xuanhe!"

The old man thought that the chapter where these words and sentences were located should be a Xuanhe chapter that was more than six feet long, but he didn't expect that you really came up with another eight-foot Xuanhe!

yes, isn't it too much inferior?

One by one, it seems to be talking about the beautiful girl on the Qinggang Peak, telling him to hide his thoughts in his heart for countless years,

Every word is rammed on the door of his heart!

In comparison, this one, which is more precious to him, is......

Priceless!

"This thing belongs to the old man!"

Chen Changgong pressed the ten buttons of paper tightly.

Baoyu was stunned for a moment, and just wanted to stop it, when a bright gold object snapped and smashed it the square table.