"The old master takes flowers as the theme, then I can only continue. ”

gave Wang Yuyan a look and asked her to get ready.

Then the two opened their mouths at the same time, but the voice only came from Lin Lingyun's body.

"The sunrise river flowers are red, and the spring river is as green as blue. ”

"The red and purple have turned into dust, and the cuckoo is new in the summer. ”

"The autumn flowers are bleak, the autumn grass is yellow, and the autumn lights are long and the autumn nights are long. ”

"The edge of the sword comes from the sharpening, and the fragrance of the plum blossom comes from the bitter cold. ”

The red cloud stretched for thousands of miles, covering the entire Qianguo.

Even the monarchs who were far away in the palace stood up at once, looking at the red light in the sky and didn't know how to speak.

It's horrible!

When the ruthless senior brother broke through, he never attracted such a scale of auspiciousness.

Not even half the size of today.

He remembered very well that at the beginning, Xiangrui just covered the ancestral hall of the back mountain of the Demon Suppression Sect, which attracted the Mahayana masters of the Demon Suppression Sect to leave the customs one after another.

Looking at the scale now, it has far exceeded the beginning.

Who is it?

Could it be the boy who has to pass through three tests?

If it was really him, with this auspicious hand, it would be enough to worship the Demon Suppression Sect.

After all, the Demon Slaying Sect loves its reputation very much.

The appearance of a saint in the mortal world in the Demon Suppression Sect is in itself a very allegorical signal.

No way!

You must subdue the teenager today!

In a flash, the monarch disappeared into the palace.

...

To be precise, what Lin Lingyun did just now was not a complete poem, but was spliced together from four poems.

Each represents the flowers of the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Spring flowers.

The splendor of summer flowers.

The dormant autumn flowers.

The indomitable winter flowers.

It's like life.

The old masters were on the spot.

Compared to what they just had, there was a world of difference.

As soon as the Confucians sat down, they stood up tremblingly.

The people around him were even more silent, and even ignored the auspiciousness of the sky.

"The willow silk is soft, and the smoke is sorrowful. Begonias do not rain, pear blossoms snow first, half of the spring break. Now the past is difficult to revisit, and the dream surrounds the Qin Tower. Acacia only on, clove branches, cardamom tips. ”

Another poem was made, and Lin Lingyun's eyes looked at Wang Yuyan, full of affection.

This poem was written just for her.

Of course, the real author of this poem is not him, but he memorized it.

But if the original author is not here, he has to say that he wrote it, and no one refutes it.

Even if the original author really asks for copyright fees, it's a big deal to take him to soar together.

"The heavy lake is stacked with Qingjia, there are three autumn laurels, ten miles of lotus. Qiang tube clear, Lingge flooded the night, frolicking and fishing lotus baby. Thousands of horsemen have high teeth, listen to the flute and drums while drunk, and enjoy the smoke. The picture of the different day will be good, and return to Fengchi Kua. ”

Three words are over.

Lin Lingyun waited quietly for the guidance of the old masters.

Who can advise?

Who dares to point?

God dare!

Auspicious clouds are accompanied by the singing of the heavens.

Everyone present was like a fairyland, and the mood could not be calmed down for a long time.

If it is said that what immortal cultivators pursue in their lives is to ascend to the fairy realm after ascending, then what students in the mortal world pursue is the supreme realm of literary literacy.

The two are not the same, but they make sense.

The monarch arrived at this time, and happened to hear the last poem that Lin Lingyun made.

With his literary literacy, he couldn't understand either.

Although he had also passed the three assessments at the beginning, he was actually guided by his teacher.

With his real level, let alone three assessments, even one of them he can't pass.

Although he couldn't understand it, he saw the auspiciousness in the sky.

Even a fool knows that this is not a trivial matter.

He had already made up his mind to pay attention to this so-called Mr. Ling by taking advantage of the auspicious sky to subdue him.

In this way, it will surely be a good story in the future.

Not only will the reputation of the Demon Suppression Sect in the human world become more and more famous, but even his own status in the Demon Suppression Sect will also rise.

You must know that this Mr. Ling can attract auspicious existence.

Such a person should not be too badly qualified.

Every step he calculated was very good, but he didn't expect that the young man in front of him would be the head of Lingyun Pavilion.

His own realm is far beyond him, and his status and identity are not the same as him.

Lin Lingyun had already discovered his existence.

It's just that the other party didn't speak, and he didn't bother to talk to him.

A small character like the other party can't get into his eyes at all.

If Wang Hui came in person, he would only nod his head at most.

"Old masters, can you give us some pointers?"

Lin Lingyun's attitude was very humble, and he looked eager for guidance.

The Confucians just woke up from the poetry just now, and they were already soaked.

It's exciting.

To be able to hear such beautiful poems in my lifetime is worth this life.

Their appearance made Lin Lingyun sound the appearance of the three masters of Lingyun Pavilion when they first saw Wang Youtian.

It's carved out of a mold.

The Confucians took a few deep breaths to calm themselves.

Then he made a move that made the old masters jaw-dropping.

Bow!

The white-bearded and white-haired Confucian actually made such a big salute to the young man.

Who would believe it if they didn't see it with their own eyes?

After the old masters glanced at each other, they also knelt down in the footsteps of the great Confucians.

Then more and more onlookers fell to their knees.

The place of the ink camp is not large, and most of the onlookers are outside the ink camp.

Those who can enter the ink camp are all highly knowledgeable.

Seeing the learned people bowing down, the people behind them don't know why.

However, in order to make himself less outstanding, he also learned to bow down to the people in front of him.

The crowd was like dominoes, led by the Ink Drinking Camp, and spread out in all directions.

The further back on, the more unclear the onlookers became.

"What's going on? Why are you on your knees?"

"I don't know, I kneel when they kneel, and I will kneel with them, so don't stand, kneel!"

"I don't know what the situation is, you just kneel? Didn't you see the auspicious sky all over the sky? That's the immortal emperors of the Demon Suppression Holy Land are here, can we not kneel?"

The further the news goes, the more outrageous it becomes.

"The Immortal Emperor of the Demon Suppression Holy Land has come to collect disciples! I heard that as long as the kneeling posture is standard, it is possible to be seen by the Immortal Emperor. ”

"But, we're so far away, can the Immortal Emperor see it?"

"The immortal emperors of the Demon Suppression Holy Land have vast magical powers, so they can naturally see it! As long as we kneel sincerely, we will definitely be able to impress his old man!"

"No, aren't you here to see a contemporary saint today?"

...

"The contemporary saint is the immortal emperor of the demon subjugation holy land! His old man opened an altar to preach here, just to be able to promote two immortal emperors from our Qianguo! Hurry up and kneel!"

The news is getting more and more outrageous.

The immortals in Zhongzhou listened to it and called it an expert.

...

"Senior brother, that kid is standing in the distance and doesn't come, what do you want to do?"

Wang Yuyan frowned, very irritable.

Originally, it was very comfortable to listen to my brother's poems, but there was an eyeless boy staring at him tightly.

If the senior brother stared at her with such eyes, she would be very happy.

As for the others, it will make him disgusted, even hostile.

"Yu Yan, although you are wearing a mask to cover your face, this innate temperament is still the killer of all men, you have to get used to it. ”

Lin Lingyun smiled, but he wanted to gouge out the eyes of the so-called monarch.

"Senior brother also thinks I'm good-looking?"

"No one really thinks you're not good-looking, right? If there is such a person, then whatever he says is what he says!"

Wang Yuyan lowered her head and smiled, her heart was very sweet.

The monarch was stunned.

It seems that today it is possible to subdue not only a saint, but also a woman in the world.

In a flash, the monarch stepped onto the high platform.

But before he could stand firmly, his feet slipped and rolled down the stone steps.

Where we talk about love, you are also worthy of it?