readx;? Handed down poems, as the name suggests, can be spread all over the world and passed down through the ages. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This kind of poetry is very rare, even the emperor will read it carefully, and even the emperor will personally meet this kind of heirloom poet, replace it with courtesy, and be polite.

Get the emperor's appreciation, that status will naturally be greatly improved, no one dares to be disrespectful to the poet, because disrespect to the poet, that is to the emperor, so anyone who writes the poetry is admired by the world.

The Heavenly Star City Lord knelt at the feet of this kind of person, even if it was passed out, it would not be too embarrassing, not to mention, this heirloom poet himself was still a half-step emperor-level powerhouse!

Thinking like this, the Heavenly Star City Lord's heart suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, and he was no longer so restrained, but walked towards the tall building, kneeling today, why don't you pull down your face and have a good relationship with this again?

Before he could speak, Fu Hong's voice had already come: "Quick, let me see, let me see this poem." ”

Fu Hong looked a little excited.

Handed down poems and texts are rare to see in 10,000 years, but there are two poems in a row in the past few days, which will definitely make all the people who love poetry in the whole world boil.

"Let me see, I'll see. Hearing the voice of his old friend, the Heavenly Star City Lord hurriedly stepped forward and took the opportunity to speak.

"Get out of the way!" Fu Hong angrily pushed away the hand stretched out by the Heavenly Star City Lord, and then looked down at Shiwen without emotion: "Ten years of life and death, two boundless ......"

He was caught up in the verse.

The Tianxing City Lord next to him was a little embarrassed, he ran in and finally found a conversation to talk to, but he didn't expect his old friend to be so faceless.

But soon, Fu Hong read the poem out while reading.

The embarrassed expression of the Heavenly Star City Lord was suddenly covered by the shock of the poem, and after listening to it word by word, he closed his eyes and shook his head: "Such a poem, such a poem, it is simply not like an ordinary work!"

"It's so sad, it's ......"

Fu Hong: They fell into the praise of this poem.

After Chu Tang knew the grade of this poem, he turned around and left.

......

Back in his room, ignoring the noise outside, Chu Tang meditated and cultivated, but there were always ripples in his mood, and he couldn't calm down.

"I've been here for more than ten days, and for more than ten days, the ancestors of the evil clan in the future generations should not notice my departure, but they can't be delayed any longer, at most if they stay here for a month, they have to get the Tianjing Stone and rush back to the afterlife, otherwise they will have a lot of dreams at night, and they won't be able to rest assured. ”

Setting a goal, he reluctantly calmed down and delved into the magic on the Heavenly Immortal Wall again.

Time passed slowly.

Soon, the third day was set.

Chu Tang's room was knocked.

"Lord Chu, it's time for us to hold a poetry meeting, can we go out now?" Fu Hong's voice came.

Chu Tang got up and opened the door, and after meeting Fu Hong, he nodded and said, "Okay, let's go." ”

"Well, there is one more thing, the seniors of the Imperial City Xingwen General Hall have already rushed over, and it is estimated that they are waiting for you on the Qingshui Tower now. ”

"Okay, you've done a great job. ”

"It's not hard, it's not hard, let me tell you, there are two people in the main hall, both of them are deputy hall masters, one is a poet who has written many top poems, and the other is a warrior who has reached the half-step emperor like you. ”

"Hmm. Chu Tang snorted for a moment, one article and one martial arts, this cooperation is a bit exquisite, and I don't know if it's good intentions or vigilance.

"The deputy hall master who is mainly poetry and literature is called Han Xiao, and his personality is relatively gentle, and the deputy hall master who is mainly based on strength is called Yang Hai, and his temperament is a little cold......"

Along the way, Fu Hong kept introducing Chu Tang.

Soon the two of them arrived at the Qingshui Building, which they had only visited a few days ago, and they could see from a distance that all the people under the Qingshui Building were densely packed with people, and the area gathered together was wider than the Qingshui Lake.

When these people saw Chu Tang appear, they all boiled, chanting Chu Tang's name and shouting to see Chu Tang's hand-me-down poems.

As Fu Hong walked into the high-rise building, he saw two people with extraordinary bearing walking down from the upper floor and walking towards Chu Tang, and the two sides introduced each other to each other.

There is nothing wrong with what Fu Hong said, the literati named Han Xiao is more easy-going, and he is also very enthusiastic about Chu Tang, and he threatens to admire Chu Tang's poetry very much.

The other person named Yang Hai was more indifferent, he just said his name briefly and didn't say more, and then looked at Chu Tang with a more distant gaze, as if he was scrutinizing.

Chu Tang glanced at him and calmly looked away.

At this time, Han Xiao said: "Lord Chu, where is the first draft of your Manjianghong, take it out and let us see, the heirloom poems have not appeared for 10,000 years, and it is a big deal for you to pass it on today, I think even the emperor will be alarmed." ”

"Praise, well, doesn't the Great Emperor know it now?" Chu Tang collected this more crucial sentence, the purpose of his coming was to find the Great Emperor as soon as possible, and then leave here with the Heavenly Pure Stone, now that he has made so many troubles, the Great Emperor still doesn't know, which inevitably makes him a little disappointed.

"The emperor is not in the palace for the time being, and he has been traveling for a long time, so some of the things that happened here, the emperor should not know yet, if the emperor knows that there are handed down poems and texts, he will definitely rush back as soon as possible. ”

Han Xiao explained in detail.

Chu Tang nodded, then looked at Fu Hong.

Fu Hong immediately understood Chu Tang's intentions, and said loudly: "The poems written by Lord Chu have been collected by me, so I will bring them to a few adults." ”

While everyone was waiting, Fu Hong quickly returned, holding a pile of rolled scrolls in his hand, and placed them all on the long case in the hall.

"How are there so many. Han Xiao asked in surprise.

Fu Hong smiled enthusiastically and said, "These are all poems created by Lord Chu, and I have collected them all." ”

"Okay, which one is the Manjianghong written by Lord Chu, take it out and take a look. Han Xiao said with some urgency.

Fu Hong hurriedly leaned down, took out the Man Jianghong written by Chu Tang, and then spread it out on the long case.

Suddenly, all the people in the vicinity stretched out their heads, and even Yang Hai next to him looked sideways, although his status was mainly improved by cultivation, but after all, he was also a person from the Xingwen General Palace, and he was also very interested in good poetry.

"Angry hair rushes to the crown, relying on the place, Xiaoxiao rain rests......"

"Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky!"

Read a poem.

Han Xiao closed his eyes, his expression was serious, and then he put down the poem very respectfully, turned his head to look at Chu Tang and said: "This text is really a peerless text, Lord Chu is worthy of being a poet of the world, and I respect it." ”

As he spoke, Yang Hai next to him also said, "It's okay." ”

"Okay?" Han Xiao suddenly turned his head to look at Yang Hai and said, "Isn't this okay, this is a hand-me-down poem, Lord Yang should be cautious!"

"Huh?" Yang Hai looked up at Han Xiao, his brows raised slightly, a little angry.