Chapter 3 Three Thousand Poems in the Belly
"What's the matter, you're challenging me? The second in the world to challenge me, a person who has no cultivation? I don't agree. Jiang Xiaofei was reluctant to agree to the challenge's request, and he still knew a little about the cultivation of this Xueling world.
The second in the world is an existence standing at the pinnacle, and now that the second in the world can be so angry, it seems that he is too much, Jiang Xiaofei has to admonish himself to try to be as light as possible.
Immediately aroused the disgust of many people for Jiang Xiaofei, the immortal cultivator was originally a spiritual cultivator, and in the face of other people's challenges, how could he go further in his cultivation if he didn't accept it.
A man with flowing black hair next to him couldn't help but snort coldly, "The empress also asks for permission to Brother Lingyun's request, Brother Lingyun's cultivation has reached the consummation of the distraction period, if I leave a demon in my heart, it will inevitably be a loss to my Xueling world." β
"yes,"
couldn't help but arouse everyone's echo, and Su Qingxue was also in a dilemma.
The cultivation of the Xue Ling world is divided into the Spiritual Channeling Period, the Qi Cultivation Period, the Sea Condensation Period, the Jindan Period, the Yuan Infant Period, the Transformation Stage, and the Supreme Sage.
From this, it can also be seen that Ling Yunzi's strength is the first, and now Su Qingxue's strength in the Xueling World ranks first, and he is the first immortal cultivator in history to cultivate the Supreme Sage within a thousand years.
Now that there is another immortal cultivator with great potential, it is a great blessing for the Xueling world, after all, the Xueling world is constantly being invaded by foreign races.
Seeing that many immortal cultivators were aggressive, including some monks who relied on the old and sold the old, Su Qingxue was suddenly forced to have nothing to say, so she had to be in a hurry.
Jiang Xiaofei's face couldn't help but change, and a group of people bullied my woman, "Okay, I accept your challenge." β
Su Qingxue couldn't help but feel anxious when she heard this, isn't this looking for death? Hurriedly grabbed Jiang Xiaofei and signaled not to be impulsive.
Jiang Xiaofei smiled and touched Su Qingxue's jade hand, "Trust me." β
Su Qingxue had never seen such a confident Jiang Xiaofei, and there was no previous ruffian in her eyes, and her heart couldn't help but pound.
Jiang Xiaofei took Su Qingxue's hand away and slowly walked off the stage, "I admit that I am not an immortal cultivator, and you are known as the second in the world, if you fight with martial arts, it will inevitably be a little dishonorable." β
Ling Yunzi couldn't help but feel happy when he heard that Jiang Xiaofei actually agreed to the challenge, "Then how about you?"
Jiang Xiaofei had a flash of inspiration, "Then why don't you try it in my way." β
"What way?" Ling Yunzi looked confident, and he was naturally very sure of himself in his heart, no matter what he was, he was the son of Tianjiao.
"Let's fight, how about poetry?" For Jiang Xiaofei, a liberal arts student, it is the simplest, not to mention that he has a lot of ink in his stomach.
"Okay," Ling Yunzi agreed without hesitation, after all, he knew very well in his heart that he had lived for so long and could not be compared to ordinary people.
"Then I don't know how to make a judgment?" Wen Dou is naturally not a problem, but he is afraid that there is no capable person to testify and it will be difficult to distinguish victory from defeat.
Then Ling Yunzi looked at the crowd, "I have heard that Li Changfeng and Brother Li entered the Tao with poetry, and he is the first poetic god of Xueling, I don't know if Brother Li can be a witness." β
One person was dressed in a white plain dress, with loose hair and a handsome face, holding a cyan gourd in his hand, presumably containing some kind of wine.
"Since Brother Lingyun has spoken, then I will be a witness, I don't know if the empress can do it?"
Li Changfeng didn't want to wade into this troubled water, after all, his strength was there, so he had to set his sights on the empress.
"But," Su Qingxue was also very curious about how Jiang Xiaofei defeated Ling Yunzi, and Jiang Xiaofei's poetry and lyrics were also seen and quite obsessed, so he was still confident in this.
Fluttershy next to her also showed excited eyes, which couldn't help but make Su Qingxue glare.
"Okay, today I, Li, have the honor to be a witness and naturally uphold justice, I don't know how the two of you fight?"
"Hehe, Brother Jiang might as well choose you. β
Jiang Xiaofei couldn't help but be happy when he heard this, this is not a win, naturally he will not be pretentious like an immortal cultivator, "Then write poems and lyrics with the theme of acacia." β
also deliberately threw a flattering look at Su Qingxue, and couldn't help but provoke Su Qingxue's shyness.
"Okay, then I'll come first. Ling Yunzi turned his back with confidence and couldn't help but groan.
"Lovesick tears, lovesickness, my daughter is so delicate; β
"Good poetry,"
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Jiang Xiaofei couldn't help but feel disdainful in his heart, can such a naΓ―ve lovesick poem still be called a masterpiece?
Slowly step forward, "Enter my lovesick door, know my lovesickness, long Sauvignon Blanc, long Sauvignon Blanc, short Sauvignon Blanc is infinite." β
The words are amazing, and even the world's first poet god is moved by his face.
But everyone had a flash of essence, but they didn't dare to express it.
"yes, yes. Fluttershy on the throne exclaims, smiling.
Suddenly, there was silence in the hall, and when Su Qingxue heard her praise Jiang Xiaofei, she felt very twisted in her heart.
Fluttershy pauses, seems to understand something, and lowers her head, fiddling with her fingers.
"Hey, among the many immortal cultivators, there is actually a woman who dares to say it," Jiang Xiaofei couldn't help but wave his hand at Fluttershy.
"I don't know Li Shishen, whose poetry is better?" Jiang Xiaofei asked.
Li Changfeng also frowned, "This, it seems that the poetry of the two is so exquisite, how about it as a draw?"
He cautiously looked at Ling Yunzi next to him, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that there was no change in his eyes.
"That's not good, I still have poetry, I don't know if I can still give it in Lingyun?" Jiang Xiaofei naturally knew it.
Ling Yunzi couldn't help but be ruthless in his eyes, and said with a smile, "Brother Jiang has it, I naturally have it." β
The smell of gunpowder is full of gunpowder, and it is about to explode in an instant.
"Okay, then this time we might as well quickly deal with the poems, whoever stops first will be the loser, is it feasible?" Jiang Xiaofei couldn't help sneering in his heart, Lao Tzu's poems that he had memorized for more than ten years were not in vain.
Ling Yunzi couldn't help but smile coldly, "Then Brother Yijiang." β
Jiang Xiaofei laughed, "Refreshing, then I'll come first." β
Qin Nu looked at the smoke and moon with her cheeks, and her red belt was empty. β
Ling Yunzi's brows tightened,
"Falling flowers are fluttering in the dust, and flowers are in the mirror of the east window. β
"Yuan has Zhixi, Ting, and Lan, and Si Junzi Xi does not dare to speak. β
"The gentleman's lovesick face is like jade, and the stars in the sky love the bright moon. β
"Xiao looks at the sky and looks at the clouds at dusk, and thinks about you when you walk, and thinks about you when you sit. β
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At this time, Ling Yunzi also appeared, on the other hand, Jiang Xiaofei was getting faster and faster, after all, there was still a lot of ink in his belly.
For a while, the focus of the entire hall also became Jiang Xiaofei, who was singing poetry alone in the hall.
"Yingying is in the water, and the pulse is silent. β
"Sijun makes people old, and the years are getting late. β
"Acacia is full of neon clothes, how do you know that the autumn leaves are yellow. β
"I am in a state of sickness today, and I only dream of idlers. β
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For a while, everyone was dumbfounded, and Li Shishen's face became embarrassed, and he slowly listened to Jiang Xiaofei's poetry and singing, and actually entered a state of cultivation.
"Bring the wine," Jiang Xiaofei suddenly shouted to the attendant next to him, and when he saw everyone's dull eyes, he couldn't help but be excited.
A jar of spiritual syrup and jade liquid was held in his arms, sometimes chanting and singing, sometimes laughing and drinking a large sip of wine.
"Hmm, I wonder if you can engrave the poems on the pillar for me?" Jiang Xiaofei was dazed, and couldn't help but pull the young man in white who was holding a jade sword in one hand and said drunkly.
Everyone suddenly looked forward to Jiang Xiaofei's poetry in their hearts, and naturally they would not stop it, coupled with Li Shishen's instigation, the young man was also happy to draw his sword and stand ready to stand in front of a pillar.
Jiang Xiaofei smiled when he saw this, and took a sip of wine,
"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and does not return......"
"Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. β
"The phoenix swims on the phoenix platform, and the phoenix goes to the Taikong River to artesian. β
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Immediately, everyone was fascinated by what they heard, and Li Shishen also took a step forward in his cultivation because of this, and couldn't help but deeply admire the young man in front of him.
More people also think it is incredible, just like the poet descended to earth.
Jiang Xiaofei became more and more drunk and excited, and slowly poured out the ink in his abdomen.
"It is a good scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and the season of falling flowers is a good time. β
"Jincheng silk pipe day after day, half into the river wind and half into the clouds.
This song should only be in the sky, how many times can the world hear it?"
"A lifetime of one generation and one pair, fighting for two ecstasy. Lovesick and not blind date, who is the spring of the day. The pulp is easy to beg for the blue bridge, and the medicine is difficult to run into the blue sea. If you visit Oxford, you will be relatively poor. β
Jiang Xiaofei slowly walked towards the main seat with affection, "Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. Persuade you to have a glass of wine, and there is no reason to go out of Yangguan in the west. β
After drinking the spiritual syrup and jade liquid in the pot, he slowly smiled at Su Qingxue, his eyes were confused, "May I be like the stars and the moon, and the night will be bright." β
I saw Jiang Xiaofei slowly close his eyes, staggering, whirring from his mouth, holding the jade pot tightly in his hand, and falling towards Su Qingxue.
Su Qingxue hurriedly caught the drunk Jiang Xiaofei, and only listened to his whisper, "I am the star and you are the moon, and you are not separated from each other." β
Su Qingxue's heart was also warm, the young man in her arms was full of manliness, and she couldn't help but make her heart pound, and her face was a little flushed.
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