When it comes to the willow girl, you can't help but talk about the second willow puppet, the willow puppet is a kind of ghost, the strength is low, and it mainly relies on the number to rush up and devour people's souls, but if the willow girl is produced, the willow puppet will be suppressed, so that the willow forest will become a treasure that Wenjie likes, and he will be clear when he reads.

'Bright heart' is not a simple four-character idiom, Liu Nu will increase Wen Jie's reading efficiency by more than three percent, which is Wen Jie's dream treasure, but unfortunately Liu Nu is even more rare, among the millions of willow puppets, there may not even be a Liu Nu.

So even if it is an unruly hero, there is some greed that can't be suppressed.

"Promise! Righteousness! Ignore life and death!"

Suddenly, Ji Ran, who was born in a Renxia family, gritted his teeth and spoke, Su Ang was his friend, so he couldn't be greedy for the apprentice Su Ang wanted to take. The nine words shot out of his throat like a sharp sword, Ji Ran's mind was clear, and the sixth simmer was ignited with a bang.

"Brother Su Ang, Brother Fool has lit six simmers!" Ji Ran laughed proudly.

He looked at Su Ang, and hurriedly held back the laughter in his throat, and watched Su Ang take out the water spirit carving and green bamboo slips together with Liu Jushi, the mountain ghost, and the little slave kite.

Su Ang sat cross-legged on the ground, spread out a few rolls of green bamboo slips, and the water spirit carving between his fingertips slid out of the streamer and quickly landed on the Jane.

"Nanxiangzi Falling Flowers":

Whisk off the weeping rain, sad and full of spring breeze. The situation is also Cherry Weiyuan, which is sad. There is another person like you.

Mo Dao has nowhere to return, and he is dreaming of incense. If you can't stay in the killing, you can't fly away. May he know less about his thoughts.

I saw that the handwriting was on the Jane, but it was not Su Ang's usual handwriting, but 'Iron fist with a silver hook, once collected the wonderful traces', Juanxiu's font is extremely beautiful.

As soon as I finished writing, I saw the golden light circulating everywhere, and it seemed that it would never be erased.

The golden light flickered once, flashed again, and then fell silent, and Ji Ran, the female ghost, Liu Jushi, and the little slave kite next to him all held their breath and almost screamed.

The golden light flashed once, it was for the ordinary famous move, it flashed twice, it was a famous boutique, and three times it was a famous move.

"Congratulations Brother Su Ang, you are a poet, you didn't say anything. Ji Ran congratulated him.

But at this time, his head was hit, Liu Jushi didn't know when he fell to his side, his eyes stared at Su Ang's hand without blinking, and he lowered his voice and scolded: "It's not over yet, look again!"

Ji Ran was a little confused, but when he looked at Su Ang again, his fists clenched suddenly.

I saw Su Ang's palm without pause, pulling over the other green bamboo slips, and writing handsome small characters:

"Jiang Chengzi: Remembering Dreams"

The dream was a sad road. Hibiscus tears, cherry language. The curtain is full of flowers, all of which are misunderstood.

Don't talk about the wind and rain tonight, if you want him to come, can you come?

Arrange an infinite ecstasy. Red paper, green silk quilt. Leave him without a plan, and let him go.

There are still many times, and people are close to each other, and they are worried about returning.

The golden light flashed twice in a row, and it was another famous song, Ji Ran was already speechless, and the mountain ghost and the little slave kite were so excited that their faces were red, Su Ang was so powerful that they were happy, and now it seems that Su Ang is so powerful that he wants to break the sky?

Liu Jushi was stunned, his sad expression was even more sad, and his eyes when he looked at Su Ang also changed.

Two love poems, each of which is a famous masterpiece, how much emotional wound did Su Ang have to be able to write such poems? How much pain did it take to have such an understanding? She has been waiting for a person for thirty years, but now it seems that it is not as good as a little showman.

"Su Jiazi is such an idiot, did Guangliang hurt you so deeply?" Liu Jushi murmured in a low voice.

She walked up and wanted to take the chapter to watch, and there were two famous articles in succession, and it was almost the same, even if Su Ang had a deep understanding, even if Su Ang's writing was amazing, it was almost the same, she didn't think Su Ang could write it, and she didn't want Su Ang to write it again, because the more she wrote, the more sad she became.

But at this time, Su Ang's fingers moved again, and he pulled a roll of green bamboo slips......

"Still writing?" Ji Ran hurriedly went over to grab Su Ang.

"It's okay, love poems aren't worth much. ”

Indulging in the sad artistic conception of his mentor Liu Ruyi, Su Ang's eyes were full of mourning, but after feeling it, he felt that he could write again, and there was another special taste in the divine court.

"Dream Jiangnan, Huairen":

One of them:

People go also, people go to Fengcheng West. The drizzle will be wet with red sleeves, and the new Wuwu will be deep and the green eyebrows will be low. Butterflies are the most mysterious.

This time, there was only a flash of eternal golden light, it was an ordinary celebrity, Ji Ran breathed a sigh of relief, and felt that it was fortunate that this was the case, otherwise, he really wouldn't want to live. Liu Jushi also smiled, but if he was an ordinary name, it was not so hurtful.

But Su Ang's water spirit carving still did not stop, and he continued to write on the same roll of green bamboo slips.

Second: people go also, people go to Lulu Island. Hanlian became jade hatred, and Liu Si flew on the Zheng and was sad. Luo Mu was shocked early.

The golden light flashed again, twice in a row, it turned out that this was a combination of poems, and this one was already a famous masterpiece!

But that's not all!

Third: people go to the building, people go to the painting building. It's not that the tail salivates and people are scattered, why do you need to be red, pink and exquisite? There is a night wind.

Flash! Flash! The ancient golden light flashed wildly, and the combination of the three articles became one, which was already a wonderful chapter of fame! Ji Ran and Liu Jushi both stared at Su Ang's fingers, very nervous, so nervous that it was difficult to breathe, because looking at Su Ang's appearance, it seemed that this combined poem had a succession of follow-ups!

"Is there anything else?, is there really any?" Liu Jushi felt that the soul did not belong to her, and she was afraid.

If there are more, then, how many more are there? One article plus one level, is it going to be as terrible as Xuan He, or even ten cities together?

If this is the case, the wound in Su Ang's heart is absolutely innumerable!

She was thinking about it, Su Ang's body was crooked, she raised her head with a pale face, and smiled softly as if the scars in her heart had not healed: "Of course, this is a combination of ten poems, but I can't write anymore." ”

Yes, I can't write it, how terrible is the combination of ten articles? How many scars do you have to write it?

Liu Jushi couldn't help but go over to support Su Ang, looked at Su Ang's face, and couldn't help but think:

Let Su Ang have such a sad feeling, how deeply did Guangliang hurt Su Ang?

[I can't write it, I have a deeper understanding of love poems, but the soul source is exhausted, and it will take several days to recover, but unfortunately the tenth simmer that was lit yesterday was not able to light another one this time, just a little bit.] 】

Thinking like this, Su Ang smiled wryly, he was just a little bit away from lighting the eleventh simmer, so that his soul would be nourished by the newly lit simmer, and he would be able to recover immediately.

But Liu Jushi didn't think so, she felt that Su Ang's wry smile contained too much and too deep something.

"Su Jiazi, don't be sad. She whispered.

Hearing this, Su Ang was slightly stunned and understood, shook his head and said: "These poems were not written by me, they were written by my mentor Liu Ruyi, I just ghostwrote...... Wait, you're a woman, what does it feel like?

"It's true that the slave family is a willow girl. ”

Nodding in acknowledgement, Liu Jushi was laughing in his heart.

She had already heard of Su Ziang's reputation as a teacher, what was the mentor Wang Wei, the mentor Tang Bohu, and the mentor Lu Lun...... Who will have so many mentors, to put it bluntly, it is a kind of self-humility, but this time it is not, she thinks that Su Ang loves face and doesn't want her sad things to be seen, heh, man.

Helping Su Ang to sit down on the stool, Liu Jushi said very considerately: "Okay, it was written by your mentor Liu Ru, I understand." ”

You know? Do you really understand?

Su Ang really wanted to explain, but he really didn't want his teacher's poems to be labeled with his name, but at this time, he smelled the fragrance of Liu Jushi, as if he had been empowered, and the knowledge that he had not understood before began to understand, and he felt the power of this Liu Nu closely.

In an instant, the little thing that was missing was made up, his face became red, his eyes flashed, and the blazing white flames lit up!

Five flames in the left eye, six flames in the right eye, and eleven fiery white flames flickered eleven times before disappearing. He stood up, feeling his body light, and his whole body was full of the rolling talent that had skyrocketed again!

The feeling of going from weak to full in an instant is indescribable!

Suan laughed.

Ji Ran was not very comfortable, he looked at the blazing white flame in Su Ang's eyes, remembered that he had lit the fifth simmer, and the look of the sixth simmer just now, and slapped him in the face again.

Shameful, faceless, he wants to die!

"Brother Su Ang, you are ashamed of me!" In the end, it was Hao Shi Ji Ran, and the blush on his face did not disappear, and he smiled.

Su Ang returned Ji Ran with a smile, and did not forget the business, pointing to the chapter on the ground and said to Liu Jushi: "The teacher asked me to give these to you, saying that it was her gift to the apprentice grandson." Liu Jushi, are you willing to worship me as a teacher?"

Liu Jushi took two steps back, bowed his head and groaned.

After a while, she said softly, "This gift is too heavy. ”

"It's not heavy, it's a love poem, and it's not worth much. Su Ang said with a smile.

This is the truth, and his mentor Liu also said that love poems have no fighting power, they have little effect on him, and they are really worthless, but Liu Jushi didn't think so, but looked at Su Ang with sadness in his eyes.

Love Poems...... Not worth it?

How heart-wrenching does this have to be to say that your good psalms are not worth anything?

I still remember when I was just a little willow girl, the man was reading, and he conjured up a willow forest to sprinkle willow leaves for the person, and the man said that the title of my gold list was also a fresh clothes and angry horse, even if the ghosts and spirits wanted to marry her, but she waited for a full thirty years.

Hurt, sad, missing, complaining, but all of this, what is compared to the Su family?

It's nothing, and she doesn't have Su Ang's ease.

"Liu Dongfeng is just a pseudonym for slaves, and the real name of the slave family is Liu Yuhuan. ”

Set off a gust of willow leaf fragrance, Liu Yuhuan knelt down charmingly, with purple red danfeng eyes blooming with extraordinary brilliance, like a gorgeous peony blooming in an instant.

The bond that had been 30 years was now in vain.

She raised her head and conjured up a tea with the faint fragrance of willow leaves: "Godfather, please don't dislike your daughter." ”