Penglai City, a small dilapidated temple in the west of the city surrounded a group of people.

"Cheap seed, where did you copy this poem?"

A guard with a knife asked the young man with an indifferent expression, "Where did you steal the books from a lowly and humble wild species?" In Penglai City, under the nose of the great demon god, you dare to read books privately, but you have violated the taboo, and this crime is cramped and stripped of your bones, and the worst is chopped up and fed to dogs. ”

The young man looked at several guards with knives expressionlessly, and the bitterness on the corners of his mouth could not be concealed.

Among the several guards stood a young man in luxurious clothes, with pointed eyebrows, his eyes staring at the young man fiercely, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, with a little sneer, as if he was laughing at the humble young man.

This young man is the Xie family, one of the three major families in Penglai City.

Xie Shu looked arrogant, and shouted: "Two days ago, I lost a book with a new poem written by me, did you steal it and take this poem for yourself?

Xie Yu's words fell, and sure enough, there was a burst of ridicule and commotion from the crowd with the mentality of watching the excitement.

"I've long seen that this thing with a mother and no father is this kind of goods, hehe, it's really a white-eyed wolf. ”

"Stealing the poems of the young master of the Xie family, and claiming to take it for himself, this kind of person is really a cheap one, and he deserves to be an orphan. ”

"Alas, it's no wonder that he is an orphan, maybe his life is too hard, if he wants to attract the attention of the demon king with this poem, he may not think that the matter is still exposed, and in the end it will not be able to be grandstanding, and he may have to pay a terrible price for it. ”

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The straw sandals boy listened to the piercing sound, his breathing gradually became rapid, and his heart suddenly felt like a knife, he looked at all the sneering people, and couldn't help but ask himself, what happened to this world?

His name is Chen Chang'an, wearing worn straw sandals, revealing dirty toes, and his clothes are sewn and mended in many places, but he is also clean and tidy, with a slightly childish face, clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, but he is expressionless, and he looks out of place compared to his surroundings.

It turned out that Xie Xuan's fanfare of 'rejuvenating the teacher and asking for guilt' this time was aimed at this poem! Hehe, Chen Changan couldn't help but laugh at himself.

With a disappointed look, he couldn't help but look at the sky, and what caught his eye was an incomparably huge city, this sky city was called Demon City.

In Yongzhou, this is the country of demons.

Things have to start from five hundred years ago, when there was a terrifying war between gods and demons, a battlefield like the end of the world, gods and demons killed until the heavens and the earth changed color, and the blood flowed like a river, which eventually led to the collapse of the six realms.

God died, and the world shattered into nine continents called Kyushu.

The demon clan took the opportunity to divide Yongzhou, one of the nine states.

In Yongzhou, the human race was enslaved, and human life was like a mustard, and they could only live in the underland city with poor resources, while the demon city controlled the city inhabited by humans, enslaving and ruling the human race.

The Terrans have suffered and become the lowest and most humble race, and from time to time they are exploited for the fruits of their labor, providing food, fruits, silk, and money for the demons in the sky, and even women have become profanities, and the Terrans live a miserable life.

And those who hate the demon clan are branded with the mark of criminals and taken to the Colosseum of the demon city to fight with the beasts for the demon clan's amusement.

After the demon clan occupied Yongzhou, human beings were forbidden to practice and study, but anyone who reported it could be exempted from tax for three years. also got a lot of rewards, after the night curfew, there are werewolves patrolling the city, once they find that there are humans outside, they will catch and eat, and eat until there are no bones left.

Although the demon clan forbids humans to read, they love poetry, and every three years at the festival of the demon god, a poetry conference is held.

Since Chen Changan crossed into this world, he was extremely depressed in his heart, and the pent-up emotions that had been accumulated for a long time reminded him of a poem in his previous life, so he wrote it down casually, but he didn't expect it to cause a big disaster.

Of course, Chen Changan understood very well why Xie Yu threatened that he wrote this poem, not to show off his literary talents in front of the demon clan and please the demon clan.

In Penglai City, the Xie family is the lackey of the demon clan, bullying the human race for the demon clan above the sky, therefore, with the permission of the demon king, the children of the Xie family can practice properly and study.

"Speak, are you dumb? Xie Yu saw that the young man had maintained a expressionless face for a long time, and he was immediately furious, he was the young master of the Xie family, and he was valued by the demon king, in Penglai City, except for the other two families, who would dare to disobey the Xie family?

Chen Changan raised his head slowly, and the bitterness on the corner of his mouth was replaced by a kind of self-deprecation, as if there was a penetrating look in his eyes, with a hint of disdain.

They are also human races, but they are so sharp and mean to their compatriots, what if they are the identity of the demon race? At this time, do they have to grovel and laugh with them? Hehe, the way of this world ...... It's cold!

"Chen Changan, this kid hasn't read, how can he write such a good poem? Young Master Xie, you think you may be mistaken, Chen Changan, this kid is honest, he hasn't been out in the past two days, so naturally it is impossible to steal your books, I think it should be that someone left it on the ground when he came to my small temple to burn incense. "It was a lame old man on crutches, with deep wrinkles carved into his face by the years, and his sideburns were pale, and he looked so old that he seemed to be about to fall down at any moment.

Xie Xuan's face was cloudy, and he stared at the old man for a while, but he didn't dare to question loudly, because the head of the family had told him that in Penglai City, he could offend anyone, but the old man in the broken temple in the west of the city should not be disrespectful.

Xie Shu remembered these words clearly, but in Xie Shu's eyes, this was obviously a dying old man, who had to walk two steps with a cane, a bad old man could have some ability, if it wasn't for his father's warning, it is estimated that Xie Yu would have ordered someone to demolish this broken temple and break the old man's other leg.

Beside the lame old man was a young girl of seven or eight years old, with a small face and shabby clothes, who looked inconspicuous, and belonged to the kind that would not be noticed in the crowd. The girl glanced at Xie Xuan, and then at Chen Changan, her brows furrowed.

Xie Yu squinted at the lame old man, and sneered: "Whether you have been left behind by someone knows better than anyone else in your hearts, don't let me catch the handle next time, otherwise, none of you can bear the wrath of the demon king." ”

After speaking, Xie Shu pushed aside the crowd and left with a few guards.

Subsequently, the people who watched the excitement were also evacuated, and they left the scene one after another, and after a while, the dilapidated small temple became deserted again.

Chen Changan, who had been holding up his emotions for a long time, breathed a long sigh of relief, saluted the lame old man, and said apologetically: "Old Du, I'm really sorry, I've caused you trouble today." ”

What Du Lao's real name is Chen Changan is not clear, but Chu Xiaonan has always called him Du Lao, and Chen Changan simply calls him Du Lao.

The lame old man waved his hand and sighed: "Child, it's not your fault, but the world doesn't allow it, people don't live like people, cats and dogs also stand tall and shout, alas!"

The girl came to Chen Chang'an's side, she should have been a beauty with an elegant temperament, maybe like a little fairy in people's mouths, but in order to hide people's eyes, the girl could only wipe her face with black charcoal and wear tattered clothes, so as not to attract the attention of the demon clan.

"Chang'an, why are you so careless that you have been seen in your poems. ...... Hurry up and show me if the poems I wrote this time are good. "The girl's surname is Chu, and her name is Xiaonan, which is a good name. As for Chen Changan's ability to compose poems, she has known it for a long time, and Chen Changan has also written several poems for her.

"I was careless, and the poem written on the paper didn't have time to burn, so it was seen. Chen Changan smiled bitterly, spreading out the paper that was crumpled into a ball in the palm of his hand, and it was already wrinkled.

Chu Xiaonan smiled gracefully, opened the paper carefully, and read out casually: "Misty waves, Liu Yiyi." The grass in the lonely village is far away, and the apricot blossoms fly in the slanting sun. Jiangnan Spring is broken, and the people of Pingman Tingzhou have not returned. What a word! Xie Yu is also a young master, obviously it is a word, but if you want to say it is a poem, it is really not an ordinary stupid ......."

After reading Chen Changan's words, Chu Xiaonan felt very amazing, and at the same time was very puzzled, Chen Changan was obviously only 15 years old, why could he make such amazing poems? I still remember the first poem written by Chen Changan, and the kind of heart-wrenching artistic conception was simply jaw-dropping.

In this regard, Chen Changan just muttered, "I'm homesick." ”

He looked up at the sky, but was obscured by the city in the sky, he still remembered that on that blue planet, yes, he was a time-traveler, and when he usually missed his hometown, he would think of those poems.

And this song "Jiangnan Spring, Waves are Miao", but it almost put himself into a catastrophe.

"I'm going to be uncle, let Lao Tzu travel to this kind of ghost place, God, play with me. Chen Changan roared angrily in his heart.