Qi Fuquan opened the prohibition of the Scripture Pavilion and let them enter. In order to avoid that when the others came over, they found that they were inside, Qi Fuquan stored a temporary forbidden spirit key in the hanging card of Long Bao, which could only be used once. After the arrangement was made, he re-marked the prohibition at the entrance, hurriedly left the Scripture Pavilion, and went back to his small cave to break through.

The Lingxi Sect is worthy of being a 10,000-year-old sect, and the book collection inside is really as vast as a star. Long Bao began to yawn when he saw it, and said, "No wonder Lao Qi sleeps a lot all day. He found a corner and prepared to fall asleep cross-legged.

The spirit of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion cannot be recorded without brushing the corresponding contribution points, so Lao Qi is not worried about the loss of intellectual property rights, and is happy to be a favor. Of course, he didn't know that Long Lin had an amazing memory.

Long Lin suppressed the fierce heartbeat and calmed down to choose. He didn't mind those introductory exercises for refining body and qi, he only found those highest-level martial arts, and wrote them in his mind after reading them carefully. was concentrating, and suddenly a cold and soft voice like a jade chime came from behind him: "Hey, why is there no one here?"

Long Lin Long Bao was startled, and when he turned around, he saw a familiar slender figure floating in without barriers.

Yun Shui Xi!

I probably just saw her "corpse" last night, and stole something in her morgue, and bumped into her "person" early in the morning, and even Long Bao felt like his soul was not possessed.

She did not wear the "All Things" divine clothes, but wore a light purple gauze shirt like a mist, a pure purple Ruyi silk hanging down the belt, and an amethyst ring in the middle, like a spiritual weapon; there was also a "Zhuxian Chi" hosta inserted in the bun, and a small branch of parasitic Artemisia on the left sideburn, with small crimson flowers. Other than that, there are no ornaments all over the body. Long Lin guessed that after she took the Nine Turns Spirit Illusion Pill, her divine soul began to condense, and she didn't have to wear everything all the time.

Seeing Long Bao Longlin who was stammering, she didn't mind, smiled slightly, and greeted Long Lin: "Are you still used to it here?"

Long Lin thanked her in fear and asked her to sit down. Somehow, he always felt that she was a little blurred, like a reflection in the water, and it didn't look so real.

Yun Shuixi didn't ask why they were in the Scripture Pavilion, but smiled at Long Lin and said, "Listen to Long Bao, you have read a lot of books, you have learned a lot, you know a lot of new things in other planes, and you can also write poems, can you also read a poem to me?"

Long Lin felt that she was kind and peaceful, without any malice, and put his mind at ease, "What do you want to hear?"

Yun Shuixi smiled, shook her head and said, "I don't understand, just read whatever you think." ”

Long Lin thought of Zhuo Wenjun who he talked about last night, so he recited the mortal Zhuo Wenjun's "white-headed yin":

"It is as white as snow on the mountain, and as bright as the moon in the clouds.

Wen Jun has two intentions, so he decided to break up.

Today's wine fight, Mingdan ditch head.

On the ditch, the ditch water flows from east to west.

Sad and miserable, there is no need to cry when you get married.

I wish to have one heart, and the white head will not be separated.

The bamboo pole is curling, and the fish tail is so curling!

Men are heavy-spirited, why use money knives!"

After reading it, Long Bao couldn't help but say, "What does this mess mean... Grandma Ancestor, do you understand?"

In this poem, there is nostalgia in absolute determination, there is expectation in resentment, and there is remembrance in pain, and the figure of the woman who hesitates near the water is clearly visible in the poem for thousands of years. Yun Shuixi seemed to be completely frozen, "I wish to have one heart, and my head will not be separated... May you have one heart, and your white heads will not be separated..."She muttered a whispered retelling, her clear and confused eyes staring at an unreachable place, a meditative flush floating on her white jade-like cheeks, as if she was chasing countless dusty pasts. The two children were horrified to see the tears welling up in her beautiful eyes, falling on the placket of her clothes one by one.

The two children were silent. Long Lin plucked up his courage and wiped a handful of tears for her.

Yun Shuixi sighed and wiped away the tears with her sleeve. She is a mutated ice spirit root, and the mental methods she has practiced since she was a child are all dust-free, quiet and clear paths, and her temperament is often like a pool of ice water, and there is rarely great sorrow and joy. Today's poems of Long Lin made her feel so much, and suddenly her heart was unstable, and she herself was very uneasy.

She steadied herself and grabbed it in the void, and a thread-bound book appeared in the palm of her white hand. This book looks like a mortal thread-bound book, with a blue cover and the words "Breaking the Army" written in a white frame. But if you look closely, it is a whole piece, no paper, you can't turn the page, it's all in one, I don't know if it's carved with any special material, or if it's marked with some very special prohibition. Yun Shuixi said to Long Lin: "This book has not been able to refer to it since Leng Lingxi, the ancestor of the founding mountain, unintentionally obtained it, and it is unknown what it is; Today, I suddenly felt something, and I looked at the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion from afar, so I came to take a look... While you're here, I want to give it to you, or I don't know what your chances are. ”

When Long Lin returned to his residence, he took out the whole piece of "book" and looked at it upside down, thinking hard, and even borrowing Long Bao's saliva, but the stone-like book was still immovable and unchangeable. The two were at a loss.

"Forget it," Long Bao said in despair, "Leng Lingxi can't even open it, how can you do it?" Are you stronger than Leng Lingxi?"

Long Lin sighed and carefully put the book into his arms, intending to ponder it again when he had time. As a matter of urgency, he wanted to make some money and be able to go to the Yungang Bazaar to buy some talisman treasures and a weapon to take advantage of. Although Long Bao had Li Yong's elixir, he couldn't beat the stolen gongs and drums, and he still had concerns about openly exchanging those elixirs for money.

Longbao solves this problem. He asked Long Lin to write dozens of poems, and took one of them and sold it to Luo Fatzi in Jixiang Kitchen. Luo Fatzi has always had a crush on Shao Wanyun, a female disciple near Shengfeng, but the other party despised him for describing him as vulgar and obscene, and never gave a good color; Shao Wanyun actually cried when she read it, crying like a pear blossom in the rain, and her tearful eyes glanced at the fat man with affection (Luo Fatzi's understanding)!

Luo Fatzi used it first and then bought it, and quickly paid five medium-grade spirit stones!

Spirit stones, especially medium-grade and above spirit stones, will always be extremely valuable hard currency in the cultivation world. Although the Lingxi Sect is very rich, the monthly routine of the inner disciples is only two medium-grade spirit stones. Long Bao Long Lin was shocked by Luo Fatzi's bold shot, and his jaw dropped.

This matter soon spread, and more and more disciples came to Longbao to buy poems, and even monks from other sects asked people to buy them. Long Bao divided those love poems into several grades without a teacher, namely: full of affection, crying and crying, flowery intestines, cursed and sworn type, and one is... I can't read the type. The most expensive is full of affectionate type, ten medium-grade spirit stones, followed by the crying type, eight pieces, and so on. If you buy two affectionate types, you can also get one incomprehensible type. Longbao is very domineering in business, and has always been "counter-offerers, please detour, refuse to get bad reviews". But the poems he sells are really touching, and even because of this, some people feel a certain way of heaven and achieve a breakthrough... It can be said that in the Great Qin State, where the Lingxi Sect is located, a wave of literary revolution has been set off.

Long Lin suddenly made a windfall in this way.

Happiness came a little suddenly. When they went to Jixiang's kitchen to eat again, Luo Fatzi showed them his life's mastery, burned a table full of delicious food, and the two children couldn't raise their heads when they ate, and they couldn't wait to bite down the chopsticks.

Luo Fatzi smiled shyly, rubbed his oily big hands, and asked in a low voice: "Two dragon boys, have you had good poems to sell recently?"

"It's gone. Long Bao said, "It's sold out." The new one hasn't been thought of yet. ”

Luo Fatzi respectfully took out five medium-grade spirit stones and said: "This point should be used as a deposit, if you want it next time, please ask the two sons to leave me the best one!"

Long Bao smiled unceremoniously, "Okay, do you want to be affectionate, or do you want to be fancy?"

"Nature is full of affection..."

"It's a brain-wow, wow. ”

"The price is easy to say, easy to say... Bother. Luo Fat Man smiled flatteringly and turned back to the kitchen.

Long Bao didn't need to eat much, so he left most of it for Long Lin to eat, and he ran to the kitchen to play, and found a white cat under the stove, missing an ear, very thin, and some black and red blood scabs on his snow-white body. It looked at Long Bao and screamed, and his voice was very sad. Long Bao found that it was tied to the neck by a black chain of dark iron, so he struggled and couldn't help but feel compassion, and said to Luo Fatzi: "Old Luo, can I play with this broken cat?"

"It's not a broken cat!" Lao Luo said solemnly, "This little thing came from somehow, and it took a lot of effort for my old man to catch it! It is the nemesis of the bristle spirit mouse! ”

"Pull it down, this cat is crippled! play with me, and leave you the best affectionate poem next time!"

"Gotta get it, give it to you. As soon as Lao Luo waved the kitchen knife, the chain behind the white cat's neck broke. The white cat swooped into Long Bao's arms, extremely clever. Long Baole was happy and asked again, "Why don't you cut off this black collar of it?"

"Hey, that's what it's always on, and you can use any knife to chop it! I asked Zhang Blacksmith in Shanxia Town to beat the latter part, and I didn't add any good materials, just to tie it up to the collar..."Luo Fatzi explained.

Long Bao hugged the white cat, looked at it excitedly, and asked, "Are you a male cat or a female cat?" The male cat barks once, and the female cat barks twice. ”

The white cat barked twice.

Long Bao smiled: "I want to give you a name, what is it good to call you Long?"

"Does it have to be surnamed Long?" Long Lin questioned, "Is she just a cat, or is it better to have a surname cat?"

"Isn't it nice for the family to have the surname Dragon?" Long Bao insisted for a moment, and he found that the white cat's eyes were golden yellow, and there were black rays outside the silver pupils, making her eyes look like two brilliant golden daisies, "Why do its eyes look like chrysanthemums?

"Mao chrysanthemum. Long Lin said.