When Nangong Yimeng heard that the author of this collection of poems had come to the Five Colors Valley, and this person was still the newly rising owner of the Duxiu cottage, he suddenly had the idea of meeting him for a while. So, he asked Xiahou Qing, who had brought food today, to invite Luo Yunxiao over, and he wanted to have a good chat with this young man to see if he could find some kind of opportunity from it.

At the mouth of that cave, Luo Yunxiao suddenly felt the bone-piercing chill from the inside out. As soon as I walked into the cave, a strange cold that filled my whole body became more and more intense. Luo Yunxiao even didn't dare to guarantee whether he could hold on for half an hour. This can be regarded as his physique is quite strong and strong, if he is replaced by Xu Jiayun or others, it is estimated that he will not be able to bear it for a while, and he will flee directly.

After walking a distance of about 100 or so steps, the cave gradually opened up, and then walked forward for dozens of steps, and finally reached the center of the cave, a very cold cave, in the center of the cave, there was an old man sitting upright, I saw him cross-legged, his hands folded, his eyes slightly closed, silent, just like an old monk who had been seated.

Luo Yunxiao looked at Nangong Yimeng with some doubts, and didn't know whether to speak first. Nangong Yimeng took the first step to speak: "Lord Luo Zhai is really young and promising, quite the style of an old man!" Let's sit down in that seat first! He pointed to a cushion not far away.

Luo Yunxiao smiled, walked to the cushion and sat down. Then he looked at Nangong Yimeng and said, "I don't know what the Lord of Nangong Valley is looking for a kid to do?" The kid was really a little scared in his heart. ”

Nangong Yimeng opened his eyes, smiled slightly at Luo Yunxiao, and asked, "Lord Luozhai, do you feel cold?" ”

Luo Yunxiao didn't want to slap his swollen face and become fat at the moment, so he was carrying it like this, holding on. He nodded, "Yes, it's cold from the inside out. Kids have a feeling that they're going to break down at any moment. The Nangong Valley Lord won't laugh at the kid, right? ”

Nangong Yimeng still had a smile on his face and said, "Where, where!" A person as sincere as the owner of Luo Zhai, how can the old man be ridiculous! To be honest, even the elders of our Council of Elders didn't dare to say that they weren't cold when they came to this cave. What you just said is the truth, it's true. The old man was very pleased with this. ”

Luo Yunxiao hugged his fists and said: "Thank you Nangong Valley Master for not disliking it, the kid does feel very uncomfortable, and I don't even know how long I can last here, I hope you can make a long story short, so that the kid can get out as soon as possible." ”

Nangong Yimeng smiled and said: "Lord Luo Zhai can be said to be really a person who is frank and sincere!" Old man, I won't tease you. With that, slowly push your palms forward.

Luo Yunxiao suddenly felt a warm breath flowing towards his body, and suddenly, it was like stepping from the cold winter to the warm spring with the wind.

Nangong Yimeng continued to laugh and said, "How do you feel now?" Do you feel very comfortable and gentle? Well, now you can stay here without worrying about the biting chill. ”

Luo Yunxiao's eyes were full of gratitude, but he didn't express it in words, he just bowed his head slightly, and showed his heart to Nangong Yimeng with a subtle expression. This may be called silent at this time!

Nangong Yimeng understood his mind. I suddenly have a good impression of Luo Yunxiao's unpretentious and unpretentious mind. He immediately cut to the point and said: "In the past few days, the old man has read your poetry collection, and his heart is full of mixed feelings and emotions! There is a poem in it, the first few sentences seem to be, ask the world, what is love. Straight Christians promise life and death. Belch! It's so poignant that it makes people feel pity. I can't help but think of the past decades ago. ”

So, Nangong Yimeng inadvertently recounted the tragic past that had been sealed for a long time when he was young to Luo Yunxiao again.

After finishing the story, he suddenly asked Luo Yunxiao: "I don't know if the lord of Luo Zhai can use this tragic incident in the old man's youth as the background, give a poem or a word, and send it to the old man, so that the old man will have a thought in the future." I wonder what you think? Then, he looked at Luo Yunxiao with a sincere face, hoping that he could give a positive answer.

Luo Yunxiao's heart was also drunk at the moment. The heart said, "Where do I have such great power?" In addition to the ability to plagiarize, I will also write a few limerick poems. This old man is too exalted to me. However, he also knew that his reputation as a "poet" had already spread all over the world, and it was impossible to deny it at this time. No way! Now I have to climb up the pole.

Luo Yunxiao held back a trace of helplessness in his heart, and said slowly: "Okay! Just ask the master of Nangong Valley to allow the kid a little time, the kid should think about it carefully, and ask the old man to wait a while. ”

Nangong Yimeng didn't speak, but just stretched out one arm and made a gesture of please. Then he looked at Luo Yunxiao silently, with a calm expression.

Luo Yunxiao didn't allow him to think at the moment, his whole brain was running rapidly. After a while, a wonderful poem jumped into my eyes, which seemed to be quite appropriate and consistent with the past of Nangong Yimeng. It is the eternal swan song written by Lu Fangweng to his beloved Tang Wan--- the head phoenix.

As soon as he thought of this classic poem, he couldn't help but chant it softly: "Red crisp hands, yellow vine wine, willows on the spring palace walls of the city." The east wind is evil, the joy is thin, a sorrow, and a few years away. Wrong, wrong, wrong! Spring is as old as ever, people are empty and thin, and tears are red and silky. Peach blossoms fall, idle pond pavilion. Although the mountain league is here, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Mo, Mo, Mo! ”

Nangong was stunned for a while! When he listened to this poem, suddenly the unbearable past experience flashed in front of him one after another. This poem is completely tailor-made for him. Listening to this poem, he immediately had a strong sense of picture and insertion, which really made him sigh.

Nangong Yimeng sighed for a while and then said: "This poem is written so perfectly, can you ask the master of Luo Zhai to write it down later, the old man should collect it and make a permanent thought." ”

Luo Yunxiao nodded and said, "Okay, wait a minute, before the kid leaves the Five Colors Valley, he will write it down and give it to the elders of the Council of Elders." I wonder if there is anything else going on with the Nangong Valley Lord? If not, the boy will take his leave. ”

Nangong Yimeng suddenly said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, don't worry." Please also ask the master of Luo Zhai to stay for a while, the old man still has something to talk to you about. Maybe this matter is still helpful to the master of Luo Zhai. ”

Luo Yunxiao froze slightly, and there was an inexplicable emotion floating in his heart, Nangong Yimeng, as a god-like existence in the martial arts, if he could help his own things, then the only way to improve his strength was to improve his strength. Could it be that he would teach martial arts to himself? It's worth looking forward to!