"Thank you, Master Yuanzhen. Su Ang customarily thanked him, and he couldn't laugh when he heard the dead soldier Meng.

Sure enough, it is worthy of the teacher who is on Su Ziang, this lie crepe...... He lied to himself.

Regarding Su Ang's 'modesty', the dead soldier Meng only felt that Su Ang was too scary to be a poet, so he made some teachers who wanted to be obscure, but he felt that Su Ang owed a beating, especially a beating.

You're so obscure that you only make him feel ...... His mother!

At this time, Su Ang reached the last southeast direction of the periphery and stopped, as if he was thinking, and the dead man Meng also stopped, waiting quietly.

In all directions, except for the last southeast corner, there are already famous chapters, but Su Jiazi's poems have run out, here, what do you use to get them?

The dead soldier Meng was particularly curious, standing on a high place, holding his chin and looking at Su Ang.

It's a pity that there is no wine, so he waits dryly, he thinks...... It's like 100,000 ants crawling on the heart.

Su Ang looked at the Divine Court and pouted: "Teachers, who made a famous love poem for the apprentice, the apprentice can't remember, let the apprentice write it himself...... Don't embarrass the apprentice, the apprentice can only make ordinary chapters now. ”

Tang Bohu's swaying eight beautiful pictures suddenly stopped, and rammed on Su Ang's head with a bang.

After less than a year of study, you can make ordinary names, and you are still not satisfied? You must know how many people who have raised humanities degrees have lived with other people's names.

But if you think about it carefully, at this time, it is really difficult for Su Ang to make a famous love poem.

"That's it, since it's for the inheritance of Guiguzi's predecessors, Bohu will sacrifice ugliness, sacrifice ugliness. ”

In the Writer's Record, Tang Bohu is also very modest, not modest, he leaned into Su Ang's ear, and made two famous love poems on the spot, passing the artistic conception to Su Ang.

Su Ang immediately returned to his body, his eyes suddenly brightened, crackling and lighting up a new simmer, twenty-nine simmering flowers flickered in Su Ang's eyes, and he also took out the white iron slip carved by the water spirit and the blank, carved like a swimming dragon.

The first article, fame and success;

The second article is still a great success.

Su Ang breathed a sigh of relief, and casually rammed one of them on the stone pillar beside him.

"Hmm......" Dead Shi Meng bit his tongue.

In an instant...... Two ...... Famous?

He couldn't believe it, but the truth was right in front of him, and Su Ang wrote two famous poems in an instant right under his nose.

If you want to talk about the first seven poems, he thought that Su Ang had accumulated them for many days, although it was terrible, but Su Ang's poems were outstanding, Su Ang's demons, this is normal, okay, he recognized it, it was normal, but two of them came out in an instant, this is still poetry? Or is it a demon? No, what is this special...... His mother!

Dead soldier Meng felt that if he was Wen Jie, he would have to strangle Su Ang to death now.

You kid is just a little showman, if you become a lifter and a jinshi, will you want the future generations to be in the world for tens of thousands of years, all the poems and chapters of your Su family will be circulated?

Do you still want to be shameless?

The dead soldier Meng felt that he was dreaming again, this was definitely not reality, but at this time, Su Ang jumped on the stone forest, walked to the center of the stone forest, looked down and sighed: "Actually, Deputy Shuai He's words, the teacher Zhou Dunyi wants to give him "Ai Lian Said", he is a lotus that is straight through the middle, but unfortunately "Ai Lian Said" is a bold poem, and the level is too high, I can't write it." ”

Take a deep breath, hold steady, and not be discovered, Dead Shi Meng controls himself.

The level is too high to be too high, and the dead man Meng tried his best to control himself, desperately controlling himself, but he almost couldn't hold back, he wanted to ask this Su Jiazi, who is a famous and famous chapter at will, what kind of level is your so-called level too high?

Ten cities together?ordinary, high-quality, Dacheng?

Famous?ordinary, high-quality, great-made?

Dead soldier Meng still couldn't help it, he had already raised his hand, just wanted to hold Su Ang's head and break Su Ang's mouth - dog thief slave, you are going to scare Lao Tzu to death?

At this time, Su Ang threw the last poem into the center of the stone forest.

The snow-white smoke of talent is everywhere, constantly dissipating, connecting all directions and the most central A total of nine famous chapters.

It's just collusion, not stimulation and use, but only in an instant, Su Ang's talent is exhausted.

"Wuling Spring, Spring Festival Gala", broken;

"Autumn Wind Words", broken;

"Five Songs of Leaving Thoughts", which was broken one after another;

After that, including the most central chapter of the famous movement, in Su Ang, it also crackled and shattered under the nose of the dead man Meng, leaving only the eternal golden light, which slowly penetrated into the entire stone forest.

The boundless pressure surged in, directly pressing on the bodies of the two, the dead soldier Meng is a top hero, his body can resist sharp swords, and he also feels that his breathing is not smooth, Su Ang is even more crackling and crisp, and the seventy-eight joints of his body have all been damaged by varying degrees of severity.

"It's terrifying, if it weren't for the threefold increase in physical strength, I would be dead by now. ”

Su Ang's face was full of fear, and when the pressure came in, he seemed to see death.

Fortunately, his physique was much stronger, he was injured, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding, but there was a slight bone crack and internal organ cracking and bleeding, as long as he cultivated with his talent for three or five days, it would be fine.

"Disciple He, Guiguzi, Su Ang respectfully obeys the order of his mentor Guiguzi, and comes to save your life, thirty years later, Su Ang will come again to strengthen your vitality, these thirty years, you can do it yourself." ”

Su Ang laughed, turned around and left.

But at this time, the surrounding pressure all dissipated, and a trace of gray aura surged from the stone forest, and the spirit stone held the incarnation of the lotus like a gossamer.

He's face was full of surprise and ecstasy, and he wanted to say something, but his head tilted and fell into a weak sleep, leaving Shi Ji looking at Su Ang with a somewhat complicated look.

"You say, you are a disciple of the old Guiguzi senior?"

Without waiting for Su Ang to reply, Shi Ji smiled suddenly: "The slave family doesn't believe it, Guiguzi is just a legend, not a real inheritance, and the Taishi Ancestor of He only got a fragment of the natural generation of heaven and earth...... That's it, whether it's true or not, you saved the lotus, and you saved the slave, the slave ......"

Speaking of this, Shi Ji groaned for a moment, and before his eyes lowered and he was about to fall into a deep sleep, he came to Su Ang's face.

She stretched out her incense tongue and lightly touched the bamboo pattern on the left side of Su Ang's face.

"The earth and stone belong to the spirit, thank you for the great kindness of the Su family. ”

She said.

What is it? Su Ang was still confused, and suddenly a flower appeared in front of him, and he had been moved out of the stone forest.

And in the center of the stone forest, the dead soldier Meng knelt on his knees, already crying with joy.

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ps: Su Ang is going farther and farther on the road of the beautiful godfather, but the frog can't walk, the frog ...... I'm hungry.

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