"Senior brother! Are you swollen?! Brother! ”

"Senior brother! Wake up......"

"Senior brother, don't scare me...... Brother......

After finishing a poem, the poets and monks who were betting against Jiang Lin fainted and fell to the ground, their breath disordered.

The rest of the monks also spurted out a mouthful of old blood from their mouths, and their realms were a little unstable.

The practice of monks is nothing more than two aspects, one is the accumulation of spiritual power, and the other is the persistence of one's own cultivation path and the comprehension of the Dao heart.

But now, this little flower thief! The man whose main business is sword cultivation and his side business is picking flowers is actually doing such a good poem!

In the professional field, it is not as good as a little flower thief! I'm not reconciled!

Thinking about it, many people spurted out a mouthful of old blood, and the scene was chaotic for a while.

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However, compared with the chaotic scenes of those monks, more people are still reciting this poem constantly, especially the last two lines, the more they read it, the more flavorful it becomes, which makes people feel emotional......

"The crowd is looking for him a thousand times. Suddenly I looked back, but the man was there, and the lights were dim......"

The last sentence is made, without much flowery rhetoric, but it is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

How many times have I searched through the crowd? When I suddenly looked back, the woman was still there, in the place where the lights were scattered.

This poem was originally a poet's poetic expression to express the feelings of Xin Qiji's predecessors who were unwilling to join the same stream.

However, Jiang Lin is not a politician, but an immortal cultivator, and even more ...... Flower thief......

So the emotions are naturally completely different.

This poem first depicts the lively Lantern Festival with gorgeous rhetoric, but unexpectedly, in the end, it does express the search for a woman.

The last sentence reflects the "dedicated romance" of this flower thief.

How many times have I looked for you? Looking back, you are still in the dim light, waiting for me with a smile.

What a romance! What kind of dog food......

"Suddenly I looked back, but the man was there, and the lights were dim......"

The senior sister by the river was already holding her forehead, the girl with her eyes shaking tightly pinched the hem of her skirt, her mouth was muttering, and her cheeks were crimson.

Isn't this poem written by Xiao Lin for himself?

Even in the girl's mind, she had already made up that she was dressed in a plain skirt and wearing a beaded hairpin, standing in the lamplight, he looked for himself thousands of times, and finally saw himself.

He and Xiao Lin looked at each other, and their eyes were hazy......

Similarly, Chen Marry was holding her skirt tightly, so ashamed that she couldn't raise her head......

Could it be that Jiang Lin, a big fool, finally remembered it? Do you remember what happened when you were a child?

"The crowd is looking for him a thousand times."

Could it be that Jiang Lin, the big pig's trotter, has been looking for him for a long time?

Big Fool...... Where do you need to find someone...... People are right next to you......

In addition, among the fox demons from the Ten Thousand Demon Prefecture, they were born with infatuation and sighed because of this poem.

The four girls, Bai Ling and Bai Qiao, have changed their impressions of this flower thief a lot.

This person is indeed quite frivolous, but in that frivolous chest, does he have such an infatuated heart?

Or is it that he originally liked a certain girl, but he couldn't find it, so he could only indulge himself in despair?

In fact, what Bai Ling, Bai Qiao and the others didn't notice was that the master beside him had lowered his eyes.

In the woman's mind, the scenes she spent with him at that time couldn't help but appear.

"The crowd is looking for him a thousand times."

Inadvertently, a flash of joy flashed in the woman's heart.

But soon this joy sank into the lake of hearts.

How is that possible?

Master had already amnesticized himself from his childhood, how could he remember it?

But if he hadn't remembered it, why did he make such a verse?

Thinking about it, the woman shook her head, laughing at herself at the fluctuating thoughts.

When did I feel like that little girl who was angry and sad because of a man's words?

At the same time, on the riverside, both monks and ordinary mortal women couldn't help but wet their eyes......

It turns out that all those rumors are false......

Who said that Jiang Gongzi is really romantic? In fact, people are really dedicated......

In order to find a woman, Jiang Gongzi searched thousands of times.

Did Jiang Gongzi find it? If you don't find it, isn't this a kind of fantasy of praying? Otherwise, how could words be so sad?

No, Jiang Gongzi is so pitiful, I really want to take Jiang Gongzi into my arms and comfort him......

For a moment, the atmosphere of the entire ethereal riverside changed.

Jiang Lin found that many girls were looking at him with tears in their eyes.

What the hell is this?

The reason why I chose this poem is because this poem is indeed a swan song, and the skills are overwhelming, but why do so many girls look at themselves with so much pity?

Isn't that right......

For a long time, the elders of the Ethereal Spirit Sect also came back to their senses from the repeated verses.

Looking at Jiang Lin, especially when he made this poem, the elder was very reluctant.

This elder knew that it was impossible for Jiang Lin to lose.

The theme of tonight's poetry meeting was originally to celebrate the prosperity of the Ethereal Lantern Festival.

But now, Jiang Lin is not only painting the prosperity, but also sublimating the emotions, the sentence "where the lights are shining", who else would think of writing poetry to bring humiliation on himself?

It's a pity, it would be great if this young handsome man could come to his own sect.

Not only is he young, he is handsome, he is also a sword cultivator and a poet monk, but from the verses, he can hear that he already has other girls in his heart.

Otherwise, when he got the words, he would really have to make a statement to the sect master, hoping to marry Mo Li's nephew to him.

In fact, it is nothing for a man to have three wives and four concubines, if Mo Li's nephew is the main palace, it is not impossible, that is, Jiang Lin may already have an extremely important her in his heart, and it is estimated that he will not be able to be the main palace......

"Does anyone else want to write poetry tonight?"

The voice of the elder of the Ethereal Spirit Sect spread, but it was only a polite question.

If there really is someone who can make a masterpiece that goes beyond this hand word, then tonight I am afraid it will be passed down through the ages.

In fact, when this hand word was made, everyone tonight, because of this poem, also went down in history.

On the riverbank, many monks were dizzy, but no one shouted.

Looking at the poet monks, those musicians, painters and other monks who gambled against Jiang Lin were so anxious that their clothes were torn, and they couldn't wait to scold the genealogy of those poets and monks!

What about you poets and monks? Isn't it even as good as a flower thief?!

They looked at Jiang Lin again, and they were even more helpless, they really didn't expect this flower thief to be so good at making poems?

But they can't say anything yet, after all, as long as it is "one art" to crush the heroes.

Now that the art of poetry has been reached, if he wants to "ask" Jiang Lin for other skills, he is afraid that he will be criticized by others.

And just when the Ethereal Spirit Sect was about to regretfully announce Jiang Lin's victory, he didn't expect Jiang Lin himself to say loudly first:

"I still have three arts, and I will enjoy them with you!"