When I woke up again, I found myself standing on a rock by the river, with the rushing river in front of me.

"I'm sorry, where is this?"

I scolded and turned around to look around, only to see two beautiful women looking at me in amazement, and I also looked like a scholar in a long robe.

I am familiar with these two women, I have seen them in the painting, they are the two who accompany the scholar in the painting, how did I become like this?

"Don't be surprised, be careful to show your feet, I'm Huang Tian, don't look at me, everything will go according to plan."

Just when I was puzzled, a little scholar suddenly ran over and whispered to me, which shocked me and stunned, Lao Tzu really came to the painting? But didn't Huang Tian say that he was just a spectator? How did you get involved?

"Fan Lang, what's wrong with you? This is the Qiantang ferry, and the boat will come soon. ”

One of the women came over and looked at me with concern, but my heart was furious, because I gradually had a memory of this woman, her name was Chunjiao, but the owner of my body called her the same, of course, this nickname can't be called outside, only in bed.

There is also an interesting origin of the name Erxiang, according to the memory of this body, Chunjiao is the kind of person who can't let go of the bed, and is generally more passive, but she sometimes asks for it when she tastes the joy of fish and water, at this time, the owner of this body, I will call him Fan Lianhai for the time being, he laughed and scolded the two, this is the joy of the boudoir, and it is naturally not enough for outsiders.

And the other woman is Baili Bing, but Fan Lianhai always calls her ass. This name can not be called in front of people, according to memory. This is because Baili Bing is more open and active in bed. And there is a masochistic tendency, and he likes to let Fan Lianhai beat his ass when he is in copulation, so Fan Lianhai calls her by this name when no one is around.

Once this name is called, it means that the two of them are going to perform the gift of Zhou Gong, so this is also a code, as for Fan Lianhai, women had no status at that time, how dare they give their men nicknames? They all called him Fan Lang.

I pondered for a moment to sort out my current situation. I secretly scolded Huang Tian in my heart for being unreliable, isn't this chasing ducks to the shelves, let me experience it? If my soul doesn't come out in the end, I'm completely finished.

I glared at the little scholar beside me fiercely, knowing that he was Huang Tian, but I couldn't say anything now.

Huang Tian didn't look like he saw it, carrying a bookcase on his back to enjoy the scenery by the river, I put my heart sideways, and my heart said that it had come to this anyway. Even if it's too late to regret it, it's too late to enjoy it when you step in, and then reach out and hold all the two beauties in your arms and hug them left and right.

Huang Tian saw me like this, and gave me a big white look. But I didn't say anything, and my performance didn't arouse their suspicions, which shows that Fan Lianhai is usually romantic enough.

Waited for a moment. A large dragon tower ship sailed over from afar and docked on the dock. Huang Tian was the first to go up and lead the way for us, and this kid behaved okay. I took the hands of the two women and walked to the big boat through the gangplank.

There were other people in the cabin, and among them was a big fat monk who was dozing off in a chair, and when he saw us coming, he opened his eyes slightly and looked at us.

The whole ship is divided into many small warehouses, and we want a relatively large cabin where we can rest, and we can put our luggage in it and go to the deck to enjoy the view.

After about half an hour of docking on the shore, the boat finally lifted anchor and slowly drove towards the vast waters.

What surprised me the most was that the air quality in the world in this painting was quite good, and it was a pleasure to breathe, and I opened my arms and shouted loudly against the wind and waves.

Behind me, the two beauties were smiling, very strange, although I turned my back to them, I could detect their every move.

"Fan Lang, it's windy outside, let's go into the cabin and rest."

The two beauties walked up the mountain, grabbed my arms one left and one right, leaned their heads over, and enjoyed the scenery with me.

I can't help but sigh, life has come to this point, what more can I ask for! I really don't know how the tragedy happened, and I'm a little scared. But it can't be shown now.

"Two ladies, for the husband suddenly became full of poetry, and I want to chant a poem, how about you listen."

I have bad intentions, anyway, in the end, I have to go back, I will tease them first, and I also have doubts in my heart, what if it is at night? Is it still me? That's a lot of money.

"Fan Lang, please speak!"

The two beauties can be called models of women, gentle and lovely, unlike the current female men, who are so strong that even men sigh to themselves.

I looked across the river, and saw a lot of houses scattered along the river, the stone foundations were already covered with moss, and the pedestrians on the shore were sparkling in front of them.

I looked at it for a long time but couldn't find the title, this cowhide was a little too big, I peeked at Huang Tian, who turned into a scholar, and saw that the latter was gloating at me.

He knows my details very well, and he knows that I didn't graduate from high school and write poetry? Forget it, I don't have this ability, if I plagiarize the poems of the ancients, it's possible, but I haven't touched a book for several years, and the poems I learned when I was in school have long been forgotten in the back of my mind, and the only thing I can remember is: hoeing and heri area, compound grass coral. The Legend of Sword and Fairy, the picture of the river during the Qingming Festival.

But you can't come up with such poems! I bet they don't understand, but it's obscene and doesn't fit my image of greatness.

I thought about it for a long time, and finally I didn't expect an ancient poem to come to the occasion, but the big words have already been said, how embarrassing it would be if I stopped here? You have to make do with whatever you say.

At this time, the wind began to rise on the surface of the river, and when the evening came, the tide of the Qiantang River came, and the waves of more than one zhang high rolled in, which had the tendency of destroying and decaying.

At this moment, I suddenly had an inspiration, and casually read: "Ten thousand blue waves rise white waves." The golden drums are like a battlefield. Although there is a dragon king sitting in the East China Sea, the waves alone count the money pond. ”

I was dumbfounded. When did I become so talented? This poem is definitely not an ancient poem, although it is somewhat nondescript. But for a scholar like me, it's already a super level.

Huang Tian was also dumbfounded, he originally saw my jokes, but he didn't expect me to really make such a magnificent poem, and opened his mouth wide in surprise.

Chunjiao and Baili Bing each kissed me on the cheek as a reward, almost kissing me unconscious, this is the first time I have been kissed when I am so big, it feels weird.

"Fan Lang's poem is so good, majestic, you must write it down. Scholar. Bring a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone. ”

Baili Bing asked Huang Tian to bring pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and made him depressed, he was supposed to be the main one to investigate the real cause of Fan Lianhai's death, but it turned out to be cheaper for me, and he became an errand runner.

But this kid is bad enough, he deliberately embarrassed me, and he really brought the four treasures of the study, and I can fucking write calligraphy to be called a ghost. I haven't been in touch with this stuff since I was a child.,I'm still writing crookedly with a pen.,I can't even write my own name.,How can I write poetry?

"Childe. The pen, ink, paper, and inkstone have been brought, so write down the poem you just wrote. ”

Huang Tian spread his things on a small square table in the bow of the boat and winked at me. The meaning is obvious, and it makes you shudder. Now it's up to you how you end up.

I hate it so much that the roots of my teeth itch, isn't this forcing Zhu Bajie to show up? Since Fan Lianhai is full of poetry and books. At that time, the calligraphy was naturally very beautiful, and at my level, I could let people see the flaws when I picked up the pen.

But now it's forced to this, I can't write it, I picked up the brush nervously, and I would be able to hold the correct posture of the pen, because when I was a child, my grandfather once taught me, at that time, I wrote the Spring Festival couplets by myself, and I didn't need to sell ready-made ones.

When I picked up the pen, I suddenly felt a strange feeling in my heart, as if I really could write calligraphy words, and immediately grasped this inspiration, brushed a little bit on the paper and quickly wrote down the verses just now.

After I finished writing, I found that the feelings at that time this hand was not my own, this hand was written with a brush, skimming like a knife, a little like a peach, elegant and stylish, although it is not called everyone, but it is definitely a good hand.

I winked at Huang Tian proudly, meaning that this was a miscalculation, I wrote it, and it was very good, I can't see a joke.

I have never seen the tide of the Qiantang River, but this time I really experienced it in the painting, which is really magnificent.

After writing the poem, the wind and waves outside became bigger and bigger, although the dragon tower ship outside was not afraid of such wind and waves, but it also really made me frightened.

Under the persuasion of my two beautiful wives and concubines, I returned to the cabin, and as soon as I entered the room, I felt that my eyes were dark, and I didn't know anything.

When I woke up again, I found that I was standing at the bow of the boat again, and I had some more memories in my mind, which was about the great monk, and he said that one of the two beautiful wives beside me was a goblin, but he was not good at getting rid of the goblin, so let me help, otherwise it would be no good to be with the goblin for a long time.

Of course I won't believe this, but although I can perceive everything, my body doesn't listen to my command, and I have really cooperated with the great monk to steal the demon pill of the fart Baili Bing.

"I wanted to be married to you, but I didn't expect you to listen to outsiders, unite with outsiders to steal my inner pill, and ruin my hundreds of years of practice, you and I have ended our fate, you can do it yourself."

Beside me, Baili Bing and Chunjiao glared at me, not Fan Lianhai's dream, I really became a personal bystander at the moment, I can sense everyone's thoughts, but I don't participate in it.

And at this time, I also knew that the big fat monk was not a monk, but also a goblin, since we got on the boat, he found out that Baili Bing was a demon, designed a trap for Fan Lianhai to get into, and finally stole Baili Bing's Neidan.

A goblin, without Neidan, is equivalent to cutting off the future of cultivation, and even maintaining a human form has to be exchanged for his own life element. Baili Bing smiled miserably and stretched out his hand suddenly...... (To be continued......)

PS: Last night's mistake caused inconvenience to everyone, the warlock apologizes profusely, it has been modified, here thanks to evasion readers, bow and thanks, the warlock will definitely pay attention in the future, and there will never be a similar situation.