After Du Feng got up from the bed, the alcohol was still raging in his head, enduring the uncomfortable energy all over his body, lifting his spirit to run the qi practice method "Natian" to exercise pranayama, until the alcohol was expelled from the body, which eliminated all discomfort.

Du Feng let out a long breath of turbid air, regained his spirit, and finally had the spirit to recall everything that had happened before.

What puzzled him was why the two people in the restaurant had come to kill him? He didn't know who the other party was, and what was even stranger was that the other party didn't recognize him.

"It seems that we have to hurry up and improve our strength. ”

Du Feng wanted to take revenge, but he also knew that with his current strength, it would be good to be able to survive without dying, and only by working hard to become bigger and stronger could he avoid a fatal crisis.

"Fortunately, it has been rewarding. ”

I saw him slowly spread out his hand, and the evolution flame rose and swayed in the palm of his hand, and one of the large evolution soul spells made Du Feng's mood improve a lot.

"With this Purple Mansion Level Evolution Soul Spell, I can use it to evolve ancient poems and obtain a powerful means. Du Feng muttered to himself: "Just evolve...... Break this poem, and it is precisely because of this poem that I escaped. ”

In fact, Du Feng's original idea was to advance Li Bai's ancient poems, after all, in his memory, when the earth was plagued by everything, the evolutionary soul spell he obtained was used to evolve Li Bai's ancient poems.

But Du Feng decided to leave Li Bai's ancient poems for future evolution, and there is no need to rush in the future.

This poem is equivalent to saving Du Feng's life, Du Feng's subconscious gratitude, and he firmly chooses to evolve this poem!

Before the evolution, Du Feng found pen, ink, paper, and inkstone from this room, and copied the poem of Broken Array.

Then, put the paper on which the ancient poem was written into the flame of evolution, and communicate the flame of evolution with ideas.

Soon, his only Purple Mansion level Evolution Soul Spell disappeared.

And the paper on which he wrote his ancient poems was also reduced to ashes in the flame of evolution, and then condensed to form a visible ...... Cyan air mass.

Du Feng inhaled slightly, inhaled the cyan air mass into his nose, and merged into his sea of consciousness.

After that, I slowly closed my eyes and felt it carefully.

Although he lost all his previous memories of the method, and only his soul crossed over, lost everything and started from scratch, he was still impressed by what this cyan air mass was, and remembered that it was actually sword intent.

After the sword intent was integrated into Zhihai, he easily mastered a set of incomparably mysterious swordsmanship.

"Drunk...... Pick up the light and look at the sword ......"

Du Feng replaced the long sword with the pen in his hand, and subconsciously danced, reciting the words in his mouth, reciting the verses of this ancient poem.

"Dream back to blow the horn company camp ......"

When Du Feng danced the sword, he seemed to be very skilled, and every movement was standard to the smallest detail, as if he had performed it countless times.

Just because he completely fused the sword intent of this set of swordsmanship, he instantly mastered the mystery of this set of swordsmanship!

And when he wielded it, the mysterious meaning turned into tangible in the sword qi, condensing into a vigorous and powerful big character, which is exactly the verse of this ancient poem.

Everything looks so mysterious.

After a while, after a set of sword techniques was finished, Du Feng felt refreshed, felt that his thoughts were clear, and even the bottleneck of the cyclone realm in his dantian was loosened.

"Good chance!"

Du Feng hurriedly seized the opportunity, sat on the ground, ran the Qi Refining Method, and began to impact the realm barrier.

With the sound of "pop" in the dantian, Du Feng broke through to the fourth layer of the cyclone realm with great ease, and his strength was once again stronger.

"Breakthrough! Sure enough, if you don't die, there will be a blessing, great!" Du Feng was overjoyed in his heart.

Got up and moved his bones, pushed open the door with a "squeak", and stepped out of the door, letting the bright sunlight shine on his face.

Du Feng closed his eyes and felt the sun, and his mood was as bad as this sunny weather.

"I don't know where Han Yiyi is doing now. ”

I have nothing to do, I am in a happy mood, and I am inevitably full of food and thoughts, so I remembered Han Yiyi's unstained appearance.

immediately rubbed his hands together and went to find Han Yiyi.

Because he had quietly groped for Han Yiyi's residence before, Du Feng soon came to Han Yiyi's door.

His personality dictated his habitual peeking outside, and he saw Han Yiyi in the room, holding a book of poetry in his hand and reading it, with a crisp and moving voice.

"Huh?" When Du Feng heard this, he felt a burst of consternation, and obviously heard Han Yiyi reading aloud the poem that broke the array.

The poem he had just let out not long ago be passed out so quickly?

What's going on?

Intrigued, Du Feng knocked on the door.

"Brother Du, have you sobered up?"

Seeing Du Feng, Han Yiyi immediately remembered the scene of Du Feng's drunkenness, that scene ...... It's just spicy to the eyes.

"How do you know I've drunk?" Du Feng was a little confused, obviously he had broken off at that time, and he couldn't remember how he came back at all, but he shook his head firmly and denied: "With the amount of alcohol I drink, how can I sober up?"

It's okay if he doesn't say it, but as soon as he says it, Han Yiyi laughs.

"By the way, Yiyi, what kind of poem did you just read? Seeing that you are reading aloud so seriously, is this poem very good?"

"Brother Du, you don't understand this, this poem is not only good, it is simply beautiful, it is a thousand-year-old poem that is rare in a thousand years! And this thousand-year-old poem was born yesterday, and once it was born, it shocked our entire Wudu, and all the literati were completely impressed by this poem!"

It's a pity that no one knows who the author of this book is, so it can only be titled nameless, obviously this is a literary master who does not want to be named, but unfortunately, I didn't have the opportunity to meet this talented author. ”

Han Yiyi was not stingy at all, admiring and praising this author.

It's just that she doesn't know that the reason why this poem appears in this world is because of Du Feng in front of her.

But Du Feng is even more curious, is the world really so keen on poetry?

"In this world, where force is supreme, what is so good about the poetry and books of the literati?"

"It's different, this is Wendao, it is a long historical inheritance, and "Wendao is holy" can also become an immortal ancestor. Han Yiyi patiently explained with a serious face.

"The most holy of Wendao?" Du Feng didn't understand the status of the literary world in this world, and he didn't think much about it anymore, but he always felt that Han Yiyi was too fanatical about the literary world.

In fact, what he didn't know was that this was all because Han Yiyi was known as the first talented woman in Wudu, and she was naturally a member of the literary world.

"Brother Du, this poem has alarmed many young talents, and the Qilin prince of the Prime Minister's Mansion has arranged tonight's poetry meeting. ”

"Tonight, all our literati in Wudu will go to this poetry meeting, and I naturally want to go, I heard that the prince of Qilin is going to announce who this so-called "nameless" author is, I want to know the answer too much!" Han Yiyi's eyes showed obvious fanaticism, the fanaticism of a talented woman in the literary world.

It's just that Du Feng's face was strange for a while, and he couldn't imagine that in order to survive, he casually found a poem to fool people, and it even caused a sensation in the entire Wudu, and he also made a poetry meeting.