Of course, it's more important to be your word. When there are many lyricists today, talented people are also shining everywhere like the starry sky. But since the great Su scholar traveled south to Lingnan, there are only a handful of people in Bianjing who can be called everyone. And you, the king, are undoubtedly one of them.

Although the grass people are blunt, but combined with the above points, how can they not guess the identity of the king?

After saying this, Ouyang Shu admired himself a little, looking at this sycophant, it was reasonable and well-founded, although the words were almost flattering, but it did not give people a feeling of deliberately flattering. Lao Tzu is really the grandmaster of sycophants and the originator of touting!

Zhao Ji is a prince with a very literati temperament, and he has a common problem of literati, that is, he can't stand up to praise and is easy to flutter. When Ouyang Shu said this, his face immediately became a little bright. However, he still tried his best to make a calm appearance: Mr. Li praised falsely, and he didn't dare to take it seriously

Ouyang Shu secretly said in his heart that it was not good, he originally listened to Zhao Ji's meaning, and it seemed that as long as he answered this question, he would have the intention of letting himself go. But this sycophant went down, and looked at his expression, it seemed to be quite enjoyable, and it would not be good if he kept himself again and had a long talk.

You must know that the current Zhao Ji is a scourge to Ouyang Shu, and the longer you stay with him, the more likely it is to affect your future. Although his wine is very mellow, his conversation is also elegant, and there are beautiful courtesans serving by his side, but for Ouyang Shu, it is better to go back. After all, your future is the most important thing!

Thinking of this, Ouyang Shu immediately made a decision, and hurriedly said: The king doesn't have to be too humble. With the king's poetry and painting work, not to mention that the past is not as good as the ancients, and the latter is not as good as the future. At least the first three hundred years, and the last three hundred years are unmatched. Although Li Yu, the lord of Jiangnan, is known as versatile, compared with the king, it is like a grain of rice competing for glory in the bright moon, which is really not worth comparing. Even compared to the Lingnan Da Su Bachelor, you are more than enough

Okay, okay! Zhao Ji finally became a little impatient, and his expression when he looked at Ouyang Shu had a little disdain. You must know that his idol since childhood has been Li Yu, and he has always been targeting him. Now it's good that Ouyang Shu has blown himself much smarter than him in order to slap the horse, which is simply too traceful.

Shameless, shameless!

This is Zhao Ji's evaluation of Ouyang Shu now.

Since you can't adapt to this weather, please take care of yourself, and I'll send it away!" Zhao Ji's tone was a little light.

Ouyang Shu scolded the straight thief in his heart, this is good, he took it in a luxury carriage, but let Lao Tzu drive the No. 11 car back, it is really unreasonable. However, the flattery on his face did not fade at all, and he nodded his head again and again.

Zhao Ji had no interest in Ouyang Shu, so he turned his head away and stopped talking, and Ouyang Shu had no choice but to turn around and leave.

Ouyang Shu's figure had just disappeared, and a person immediately walked out of the forest over there. When Zhao Ji saw that person, his face showed dissatisfaction, and said: Mu Tuicheng, is this kind of snob with a smug and a soft waist that you recommend to the Lone King?

The person who came was Mu Yun, he heard Zhao Ji's reprimand, a faint smile appeared on his face, and he said unhurriedly: The king really thinks that this person is so unbearable?

Zhao Ji's face changed, and he asked rhetorically: What do you mean by this?

Mu Yun said with a smile: I think that as a tribute student, it is normal to avoid the king and avoid the king, so I think that he can guess the author by just one word, and with such intelligence, he should never do anything that arouses the king's contempt!

Zhao Ji was thoughtful and did not reply. Yellow sand, vast desert, dry bones all over the ground, murderous and violent air everywhere, pale gray sky, lonely in the boundless emptiness and desolation of the city - Liufang City.

The Liufang clan ruled over one-third of the land of the Infinite Quicksand, dividing a large area of the southern part equally with the Purple Moon Clan who were looking at it from afar. For more than 100 years, the brave and good warrior King Liufang has performed countless legends on the infinite quicksand: how he single-handedly washed the lair of the ogre eagle demon, how he led his people to break out of the siege of the demon cultivators, how he relied on his prestige to conquer hundreds of surrounding tribes, and he is a myth that his clan has told for more than a hundred years. When the Liufang clan led by him had reached its peak, the greatest interest of the Liufang King was to stand on a huge bluestone outside Liufang City every night and wait for the sunset at dusk.

At this time, there is a kind of kingly temperament between the eyebrows of the Liufang Wang, and the deep eyes contain the vicissitudes and domineering spirit of the long-term battle, a black battle robe and armor are worn on his burly body, and the armor on both shoulders is made into the image of two fierce beast gods, which gives people a majestic momentum.

And at the other end of the rock behind him, there sat a young man about fifteen years old, a young man in white robe and silver armor, with a kind of indifference and calmness on his face that had not experienced too much wind and frost and killing, but in this gentleness and elegance, there was a heroic force that could not be concealed, and his gestures showed that he seemed to be born with awe-inspiring and domineering.

He is Prince Ouyang Shu, the only son of King Liufang.

At this time, Ouyang Shu was holding a pale green jade flute in his hand, horizontal to his lips, and immediately, a melody with deep internal force bubbled out from the flute, and the energy in the flute rolled up the yellow sand on the ground and flew together, as the flute gradually rose, the yellow sand also flew higher and higher, and formed a salon in the air, dancing up and down with the melody, and the high and dark gray sky behind it formed an incomparably magnificent and lonely picture.

King Liufang sighed lightly and said:

"Ouyang Shu, what are you thinking?"

"I was thinking about my mother, and every time I seemed to feel her breath in the sound of the flute. ”

"Do you miss your mother?"

"The child has never seen his mother, so he can't be considered missing. It's just that my father said that this jade flute was specially left for me by my mother, so every time I blow it, I seem to feel my mother's power. ”

After Ouyang Shu finished speaking, he suppressed a long sigh that was about to exhale, and looked back at Liufang City, in the city not far from them, there was a dense crowd of people standing in the square, these were all members of the Liufang Clan, and they were all waiting for the arrival of the sunset, this most beautiful and gentle minute in the violent and ferocious day, no one wanted to miss it.

"Ouyang Shu, if one day I'm gone......"

"Father, you ......"

"Listen to me, if one day I am gone, you must take your people away from danger no matter what, no matter what you give, you will even protect the people of the Liufang tribe with something more important than your life. ”

"The child knew that the child had sworn to his father that he would never abandon any of his people. ”

Ouyang Shu firmly assured his father that he always felt that his father had always been very strange lately, and he always said these things "if I am gone" for no reason. And he would stare at some ordinary clansmen who were working or cultivating for a long time, his eyes full of regret. Father, what's wrong?

"Hmm. Hearing his son say this, King Liufang's expression stretched a little, and after nodding with satisfaction, he turned his gaze to the direction of the setting sun with a gloomy expression.

King Liufang looked at his son with a little guilt in his eyes. Ouyang Shu is the supreme prince of the Liufang clan, but since he was a child, he has never been pampered for a day, since he was six years old, he began to learn from his father to deal with the affairs of the clan, every day in addition to the arduous cultivation, he also has to learn various skills to survive on the infinite quicksand with the eight elders of the clan, learn how to protect the city and prevent the enemy's surprise attack. He eats, lodging, and works with the lowest cultivators in the clan, leads the clansmen out to hunt and replenish food in the city every once in a while, inspects the surrounding affiliated tribes once every ten days, and occasionally has time to listen to the elders of the clan tell all the things they know on the Flood Desolation Continent, from cultivating demonic beasts to cultivating, mental methods to the remnants of the Flood Desolation.

The history of the desolation is the history of the desolate continent, but few people have really seen it, and each tribe relies on the elder patriarch or elder to tell the incomplete history of the desolation.

Although his daily life is busy and a little hard, the only difference between him and those clansmen is that others call him "Prince Ouyang Shu", in addition to this, he has not even had an easy life for an ordinary child in the clan, but Ouyang Shu has never shouted tired, because his father said: He must strive to become the king of the Liufang clan, a king who is stronger, smarter and calmer than him.

"I want to be the greatest king of the Liufang people. ”

Ouyang Shu swore in his heart more than once.