This turtle and crane garden is simple and simple, filled with smoke and water, green bamboos shake, and vines hang.

No carving, no axe chisel, there is a kind of mountain forest and wild interest!

There is a bubbling ice spring in the center of the turtle and crane park, called the Black Tiger Spring.

The Black Tiger Spring is surging, like a leopard surging, lingering in the Turtle and Crane Park.

And the poetry meeting was held here, and this poetry meeting is also known as the "Tianshui Poetry Meeting"!

Because of this Tianshui Poetry Club, many poets came in advance, and the turtle and crane garden was crowded with poets from various urban poetry guilds.

As Liu Ling and Fengling entered the Turtle and Crane Garden, the attendant who welcomed the guests suddenly said loudly: "The Poetry Guild of Tianshuang City has arrived!"

When the other people in the world saw Liu Ling and the others, they turned their heads lightly.

Tianshuang City has a nickname, plus the four elders and many hall masters, it is also second to none in the surrounding more than a dozen cities, and everyone does not dare to underestimate it in the slightest.

Just when many poets were about to get up and say hello, when they saw that there were only Liu Ling and two people, these people couldn't help but be stunned.

"Uh...... Didn't you say Tianshuang City? Why didn't you see President Gu Cang, could it be that the person who greeted the guests was mistaken?"

After all, people have not reached a certain level, and they are not qualified to step into Kunshan at all, which means that which city brings the most people will have a stronger strength!

There were three or four people from the worst city in the Turtle and Crane Garden, all of whom were poets from more than three realms.

And this time there are only two of them, which can be described as the most shabby!

How could this be a person from Tianfrost City? After all, there were five Gu Cang and the four great elders, and when everyone was puzzled for a while, someone suddenly recognized Fengling.

"No, this should be the people of Tianfrost City, isn't that the Wind Tomb?"

Fengling used to be the first hall master, and although his status was not as good as that of the four elders, there were not a few people who knew him.

After Fengling was recognized, other cities were suspicious.

"Fengling is here, this should be Tianshuang City, but why are there only two of them? Gu Cang? Who is that kid?"

The crowd was in a commotion for a while, and suddenly someone said, "I'm just hearsay, I don't know if it's true or not." Some time ago, I heard that there was a hairy boy in Tianfrost City who entered the Poetry Beast Tribulation and successfully challenged Gu Cang's position as the president, so the position of president has changed masters, and Gu Cang and the four elders were then transferred away by the headquarters for some reason. ”

Hearing this, everyone was stunned.

A hairy boy who successfully challenged Gu Cang?

How is this possible!

After all, Gu Cang's poetry writing skills are slightly inferior to them!

Wait a minute!

- Hairy boy? It can't be this person, right?

Everyone looked at Liu Ling one after another, and everyone found that Fengling was standing behind Liu Ling, obviously Fengling was now following him.

Could it be that this kid is really the new poetry guild leader of Frost City?

Seeing the many poets staring at him with a bewildered expression, Liu Ling suddenly hugged his fists at everyone and said: "Below is the president of the Tianshuang City Poetry Guild, fortunately, fortunately!"

Everyone's faces froze.

"Damn, this kid is really going to be a president, isn't this nonsense?"

"How many catties of ink can you have in your stomach?"

......

Most of the presidents in other cities are gray-haired old men, but Liu Ling is less than twenty years old, and he looks like a milky and undried flute head.

Looking at everyone's strange eyes, Liu Ling secretly pouted: ", don't you look down on people, right? What's wrong with being young? Young Master Ben is handsome!"

Ignoring everyone's strange gazes, Liu Ling sat down at a stone table under the guidance of the inside.

After the crowd chattered for a long time, a beautiful woman in green clothes suddenly walked over!

This woman seemed to have a lot of status in Kunshan, and the other attendants were quite polite when they saw him.

The woman came to everyone with a slight sway, and then a smile appeared on her elegant face.

"You are all the presidents and elders of various poetry guilds, and you can come here to celebrate our master's birthday, I thank you on behalf of Kunshan!"

Many poets returned the salute with a smile.

This woman they recognized, her name was Bai Ling, and she was the personal maid of Zhang Shan's daughter.

The two grew up together since childhood, like best friends, and this Bai Ling also has a lot of status in Kunshan.

After Bai Ling was polite, he smiled and said: "Everyone came in advance, presumably for this Tianshui Poetry Club, then Bai Ling will not waste everyone's time, the poem will start immediately, and then Bai Ling will be verbose with two more sentences of the rules of the poetry club."

Mr. Zhang Shangui took out a lot of treasures, these treasures are wrapped in poetry and souls, and these treasures will be placed at the source of the Black Tiger Spring, which flows through the entire Turtle and Crane Park. After the treasure is placed at the source of the Black Tiger Spring, it will be randomly left in front of you, and you can write poems and lyrics at that time.

As long as the soul of the poem you write is stronger than the soul of the poem that wraps the treasure, you can break it open and take out the treasure inside, and the treasure will be yours!"

Hearing this, everyone held their breath and looked eager to try!

Zhang Shan's ghost poems and songs, Qimen Dunjia, and alchemy refining tools are all-encompassing, and all the treasures that are refined are eye-catching.

Seeing that although there are many treasures in Bai Ling's hands, they will never lower the quality because of this, how can the treasures taken out by Zhang Shangui be mortal?

Seeing that everyone was holding their breath, Bai Ling seemed to suddenly remember something, and suddenly said: "Let me remind you again, these treasures, the poems and souls outside were written by Mr. Zhang Shangui in the past three days, and there are a total of 100 poems."

If you write so many poems in a hurry, the soul of the poem will not be too strong, and you all have the possibility of breaking it.

However, it should be noted that the poem should be written quickly, and the soul of the poem should be broken as soon as possible, otherwise if the treasure is accumulated in front of you, because the soul of the poem comes from the hand of one person, there will be a phenomenon of fusion, and if the soul of the poem is fused, it will be several times stronger at once, and it will be even more difficult at that time!"

After speaking, everyone nodded one after another, this time there are a lot of people from each city, you can brainstorm and compose poems together, that should not let the treasures accumulate in piles.

Seeing that everyone was ready! Xiaohong immediately put the treasures at the source of the Black Tiger Spring, and the Black Tiger Spring was also suddenly surging, and these treasures floated towards everyone with the flowing water.

These treasures were all floating with the flow and could not be controlled, so everyone had to shout with red eyes: "Come here, come here!"

As these treasures hurriedly dispersed, one by one they began to be left in front of everyone, and everyone licked their lips one after another, and hurriedly wrote poems to break the soul of the poem!

These poetic souls are divided into various categories, farewell poems, nostalgic poems, what type of poetic soul, what type of poems you have to write to break them.

These treasures are drifting wantonly, some people have six or seven in front of them, and some people only have two or three eyes left, so there are also a few happy and a few sad.

Those who were unlucky and only left two or three in front of them, they all complained bitterly, with a bitter expression.

And the one who makes everyone jealous the most is Liu Ling!

Liu Ling didn't know if he had been favored by God today, one treasure after another flowed in front of him, and in just a while, there were already eight or nine treasures flowing to him.

Seeing this, the people in other cities suddenly had red eyes, and their faces were full of envy and jealousy!

However, the treasure was left in front of Liu Ling, but Liu Ling did not immediately break the soul of the poem, but picked up the teacup and crossed Erlang's legs, and drank the tea leisurely.

Seeing this, the others looked suspicious.

"it! What are you pretending to be at this time? Hurry up and write poems to get treasure!"

"Nima, what a fool is a fool! so many treasures have flowed to him. But what's this kid in a daze?"

Everyone scoffed at Liu Ling's indifference.

Although this treasure is good, but after a long period of time and accumulation, the poetic soul will merge together, and it will be difficult to break it at that time!

Everyone felt that Liu Ling might be missing a tendon in his brain.

"Young people are still too frivolous!"

Fengling is also a little confused, if the poetry soul realm of these treasures is not easy to break if even he doesn't hurry up and write poems, once they are fused, it will be over!

"Liu Ling, let's write it quickly, although there are few people, if you are lucky, you can catch one or two!"

Liu Ling still waved his hand indifferently and said to Feng Ling: "Don't be in a hurry, I'm waiting." ”

Feng Ling looked confused, but he didn't write poems under Liu Ling's obstruction, and Liu Ling watched as more and more treasures accumulated in front of him.

About half an hour later, this Tianshui poetry meeting is basically coming to an end!