The shepherd owl was also direct, and the first one was done, first bowing to the remnants of the Wenfeng Demon Emperor in the past, and then saying.

I have a field, and spring breeze is planted on the field.

Sitting alone under a tree, the flowers bloom brightly.

Concise, beautiful, and full of leisurely yearning, it also joins the ontology of the Wenfeng Demon Emperor, the Pu Demon Tree, to see the world and listen to the world with the tree.

In a short period of time, to be able to do this, even Song Ren had to sigh, Mu Xiao is really powerful.

It seems that as a second well-known writer, he can be cultivated by Sikong Bitu, and there is real material.

Above the void, Madame Long was on the dragon's head cane, nodding constantly.

Wen Feng, that guy, when he was leaving, was thinking about this kind of artistic conception life, and he was not a genius boy from the Golden-winged Dapeng clan.

Long Lan below also nodded, just twenty words, directly describing the kind of beautiful and leisurely life,

In the next moment, the Pu Demon Tree suddenly fluttered slightly, with a flickering of brilliance, and the white flying floc was windless and automatic, and the next moment, one of the flying flocs slowly floated out of it and slowly arrived in front of the shepherd.

Their eyes lit up.

Is this recognized by the Wenfeng Demon Emperor?

The shepherd owl was also excited, and hurriedly stretched out his hand, and the flying flotsam was like a white snowflake, clear and shiny, slowly falling in the palm of his hand, and then entering the palm of his hand.

The shepherd's body trembled suddenly, and in his eyes, the scene in front of him passed rapidly to the primeval era, strange beasts were rampant, and above the sky, there was a red divine bird, looking at the world, the incomparable avenue and hissing, fighting with a wild alien that had long disappeared, even after a long time, it seemed that he could feel a scorching wave coming.

Sharp and domineering.

It's just what I saw when the Pu Demon Tree was just a tree.

Mu Xiao trembled with excitement and muttered to himself: "Ancient Vermilion Bird Four Strikes!" ”

Seeing that the shepherd seemed to have received great benefits, the greedy Kuisha stepped forward and hurriedly bowed to the phantom of the Wenfeng Demon Emperor.

"The younger generation Kuisha is ugly!"

Kuisha seems to be honest and honest, known for his physical brutality, but he is as careful as a hair.

The body of the Wenfeng Demon Emperor was actually left in Longshou Mountain, and a quasi-emperor like Mrs. Long was already unexpected, and the leisurely life may have been thought of, but who did he live with?

It's Mrs. Long.

If you are bold enough to guess, the Demon Emperor Wenfeng and the Dragon Lady ......

After Kuisha finished worshipping the Wenfeng Demon Emperor, he glanced at the shepherd who was still immersed in the benefits, and then spoke.

You and I are in the twilight of our lives, sitting in the courtyard.

The clouds roll and the clouds listen to the sound of the rain, and the stars are dense and the stars are rare to enjoy the moon shadow.

Flowers bloom and fall to remember the past, when you talk about the past, I paint the past.

I hope that there will be years to look back on, and to share the white head with deep affection.

As Kuisha's poem was finished, Long Lan covered her mouth, and the Dragon Lady above the void trembled.

This kid-

Song Ren looked at Kuisha's back, not to mention the verses, but more and more unfathomable, before, it seemed that the other party was bold and generous, and he also gave him a long time to solve his doubts, and now it seems that his mind is much deeper than that of Mu Xiao.

The shepherd is at most a belligerent character with a straight intestine, and this Kuisha, like Zhu San, has a simple appearance that is full of deception.

How much more to guard against this goods.

Sure enough, another piece of flying flotsam came from the Pu Demon Tree, and Kuisha reached out to take it, and got a primeval sonic attack, which surprised him greatly.

Then, Long Lan looked at Song Ren, the first Liufang writer.

Song Ren looked at Long Lan, and always felt that this woman always looked down on herself, thought about it, and looked at Pu Moshu again, it seems that Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon" is the most in line with the 'leisurely' artistic conception.

I can't think about it so much, and I can't make sycophants, so I can only write it with the kind of yearning life of the human race.

After Song Ren saluted, under Long Lan's curious gaze, he slowly spoke.

The bright moon is not a branch to frighten magpies, and the breeze chirps cicadas in the middle of the night.

The fragrance of rice flowers says that there is a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard.

Seven or eight stars outside the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain.

In the old days, at the edge of the forest of the Maodian Society, the road turned to the river bridge and suddenly saw it.

Bright moon, magpies, evening breeze, cicadas, rice flowers, frogs, light rain......

What a reminiscent and leisurely life.

At this moment, even Long Lan lowered her head to feel the aesthetic conception contained in this poem, and Mrs. Long above the void was also amazed.

It's so good, it's worthy of being the first famous writer.

A piece of flying flickering came, and it seemed that it had been recognized, Song Ren hurriedly happily knotted, and then hallucinated, this was a battle from the depths of Pu Demon Tree's memory, it was a black dragon and a dragon.

A dragon power treasure technique that can constantly purify the bloodline and suppress the opponent with the bloodline.

Song Ren was overjoyed and hurriedly took a closer look.

"Grandma-" Seeing that the three of them were all immersed in the world of supernatural powers they had obtained, Mrs. Long walked out on crutches, and Long Lan hurriedly ran over to help her.

Madame Long nodded and spoke softly, "What do you think of them?" ”

Long Lan thought for a while and looked at Mu Xiao: "Brave, but straightforward, easy to be provoked." ”

Looking at Kuisha: "It seems reckless, but it is thoughtful." ”

Finally, Ah Bao: "Talent is there, but it is extremely obscene, and I always want to take shortcuts, which is useless." ”

After hearing this, Mrs. Long immediately smiled: "The other two evaluations are quite pertinent, but Ah Bao and I are very optimistic about him, don't say that there is thunder dragon essence blood, sometimes, luck is also part of the strength, you can see that he is timid and obscene, but I see that he is a shortcut and does not follow the rules." ”

After Mrs. Long finished speaking, she turned around directly: "What I promised is also completed, when they wake up, send them away, you too, it's time to go out to meet, or go to the 100,000 mountains, see more knowledge, belong to your big era, it's already here." ”

Long Lan looked at her grandmother incredulously.

Madame Long's body slowly disappeared, and the voice came into Long Lan's ears again: "Go ahead, the road in the future still depends on you, the [Demon God Network] and the [Heavenly Dao Network] have begun to collide, and now there is an extra blank, and none of the demon emperors can enter, and they don't know what is there."

But I always have a feeling that taking care of you by my side will hurt you, of course, everything depends on you, in the previous [Demon God Network], I have announced to the demons with your appearance. ”

Watching her grandmother disappear, Long Lan was silent, and then looked at the three young junjie in front of him who closed their eyes and felt the supernatural powers, and the little panic before slowly dissipated.

She has dragon blood, super cultivation, indomitable determination, and many inheritances.

What is she afraid of, it's time to get out.

At this moment, Long Lan was very determined.

As the three of them came to their senses, their faces were full of laughter, and it seemed that they had all gotten good things.

Long Lan walked over and said, "It looks good, are you going to return to the 100,000 Mountains this time, I want to be with you, can you?" ”

Song Ren's eyes also lit up, and he looked at Mu Xiao: "I'm going too, I want to worship your teacher and learn more." ”

"See your own teacher, Sikong Bitu?" Mu Xiao's heart moved, and he quickly smiled: "That's okay, let's fight with me first." ”

Song Renchang let out a long breath: "Then forget it." ”

Shepherd: "......"