Ding Ermiao was showing off his elegance, reciting poems to the world, completely unaware that someone was killing behind him.

In fact, even if he knew, with his current cultivation, he would not be able to dodge this sword.

Fortunately, the sword, half an inch away from Ding Ermiao's back heart, slowly stopped, and the hilt was held in the hand of a woman in red.

He is about 20 years old, dressed in brocade clothes, wearing a rose-red cloak, with willow eyebrows and apricot eyes, and has the appearance of heaven and man. It's just that his face is very cold, and his eyes are like swords.

The sword was hanging on the back of Ding Ermiao's heart, and the tip of the sword did not move at all, which showed that he was cultivating.

“…… The bell is urging the guests to go, and the long way is long. Lead my green horse and raise my willow silk whip. Step on the road when I come, and find my old joy. Looking back, Wangjun has been across the shore, waving goodbye to tears in his eyes. ”

Ding Ermiao's poetry was so hard to help himself that he continued to chant:

"Look at Jun sad and hide his tears, watch Jun smile and move the boat, thinking about it, and the blockage can't be spoken. Jiangnan can pick lotus, lotus leaves empty field! Mo Yan picks lotus, Mo Yan picks lotus alone, the west wind blows the incense in the lotus pond, and the dream of a guest is like a cold ...... overnight"

At the end, Ding Ermiao thought of Ji Xiaoxiao, Wu Zhanzhan, Gu Qinglan and others, and almost burst into tears.

And the sword behind him actually began to tremble, and the tip of the sword shook, like the wind blowing willow leaves.

Finally, the woman in red slowly withdrew her sword, and with a backhand in her cloak, the sword had disappeared without a trace.

"Sir, who wrote this poem?" The woman in red suddenly spoke and asked behind Ding Ermiao.

"Who?" Ding Ermiao was taken aback, and took two steps forward before looking back.

Jumping two steps forward is to prevent a sneak attack behind him, which is the experience accumulated by Ding Ermiao in countless actual battles, and he unconsciously used it.

"Don't be afraid, sir, I'm not a wicked person." Seeing Ding Ermiao's embarrassed appearance, the woman in red couldn't help but smile slightly, stepped forward slowly, and said, "I like this poem just now, please, can you ...... for me Read it again? ”

Ding Ermiao looked at the red-clothed beauty in front of him vigilantly, and opened his mouth to ask, "Are you ......?" ”

"I was a passer-by, and I accidentally walked by here, and I heard my husband chanting poetry, so I stopped." The woman in red said.

Passerby? Ding Ermiao denied this statement in his heart. This woman definitely has cultivation, otherwise, it is impossible to pass by here, and she can't hear the footsteps.

The situation is unclear, and it is difficult to distinguish friend from foe, so Ding Ermiao had no choice but to be perfunctory and said with a smile: "Showing off elegance makes the girl laugh." ”

"I didn't laugh, but I really liked the poem. Can you write it down and give it to me? The woman in red looked at Ding Ermiao and said, "If Mr. is successful, I will be grateful." ”

It seems that the spiritual civilization construction of this great wilderness country is still in its infancy, and people's entertainment life is still very monotonous.

"Of course you can, but it's just a gesture." Ding Ermiao thought for a while and said, "But my family is poor, and I don't have a pen and paper." ”

"It's okay, I'll take it." The hand of the woman in red was taken out of the cloak, and she was holding a brush and a piece of white paper, as well as a jade bottle, presumably filled with ink.

"Wow...... are you a fairy? Can you conjure something? Ding Ermiao's eyes widened and he asked like a retarded person.

The woman in red can casually take out a pen and paper from the back of her buttocks, she must be carrying a storage ring or something, needless to say, she must be a person with extremely high cultivation. Ding Ermiao kept a heart, pretending to be an idiot and concealing his knowledge.

"I'm not a fairy, that is...... An ordinary person will change a little spell. The woman in red smiled and said, "Come on, sir, please write this poem to me." ”

Ding Ermiao nodded, thinking about where to write poems for her.

Autumn Frost and Autumn Dew poked her head out of the lotus leaves in the distance at this time, and saw the woman in red and Ding Ermiao standing together, and couldn't help but be stunned.

Then, Qiu Lu opened her mouth and asked, "Brother Ermiao, is this person ...... Who is it? Is it your former wife? ”

Because Ding Ermiao said that he is a man with a wife. Qiu Lu was not deeply involved in the world, and when she saw this beautiful woman in red standing with Ding Ermiao, she took it for granted that Ding Ermiao's original wife had found her.

"No, no, don't talk nonsense......" Ding Ermiao was taken aback and hurriedly waved at Qiu Lu.

"Bold pariahs, unabashed, believe it or not I'll kill you!" The pretty face of the woman in red changed, and she shouted at Qiu Lu with her eyes wide open.

Qiu Lu pounced in fright and shrank into the water again.

Worried that the woman in red would suddenly kill her, Ding Ermiao hurriedly blocked in front of her and said, "Don't be surprised girls, they can't speak, I'll apologize on their behalf." ”

The woman in red glanced at Ding Ermiao's face and asked, "Your name is ...... Two seedlings. ”

"My surname is Ding, Ding Ermiao."

"Ding Ermiao...... the name is a little vulgar." The woman in red groaned.

"Yes, yes, the names of the countrymen are vulgar." Ding Ermiao smiled and asked, "May I ask the girl's name?" ”

The woman in red was a little surprised, looked at Ding Ermiao for a long time, and said, "It's okay to tell you, my surname is Ke, and my name is Ke Cailian." ”

"Ke Cailian? What a name, it feels like it's out of the ordinary! Jiangnan can pick lotus, lotus leaves He Tiantian! Ding Ermiao smiled, and instantly understood why the woman in red liked this lotus-picking poem.

Turning his face to face the lotus pond, Ding Ermiao shouted: "Autumn frost and autumn dew, don't be afraid, Miss Ke Cailian, I have forgiven you." ”

Let's say this first, even if Ke Cailian doesn't forgive, I'm embarrassed, right?

Sure enough, Ke Cailian looked at the boat in the depths of the lotus leaf and asked, "Who is this autumn frost and autumn dew?" ”

"Uh......, it's my wife, it's all my wife." Ding Ermiao said.

Ke Cailian glanced at Ding Ermiao, walked to a big stone by the lotus pond, flipped her wrist, and the sword was already in her hand.

Then, the three-foot green peak flashed, and the large stone was cut off one layer, as smooth as a tabletop.

Ding Ermiao was surprised, this girl lifted weights like light, this sword is not an ordinary skill, but I am afraid that my previous cultivation is in my body, and I can't cut the stone with a sword like her.

"Mr. Ding, you can write here." Ke Cailian said.

"Okay, make a fool." Ding Ermiao squatted beside the big stone and unfolded the pen and paper to write.

But as soon as he wrote two lines, he was stopped by Ke Cailian.

"Mr. Ding, why don't I know much of your handwriting?" Ke Cailian stared at the white paper and asked with a frown.

, the writing of the Great Wilderness Dao Country is different from that of the Huaxia Kingdom on the earth? Fainted, wasting this flowing book.

Ding Ermiao chuckled in his heart, then raised his head and smiled, and said, "Countrymen don't read much, so they scribble like this......"

"Scribbles? Which teacher told you to scribble like that? Ke Cailian asked.

"Uh......, the teacher died early, I scribbled it myself." Ding Ermiao scratched his scalp and made an embarrassed look.