"Although Gou Jiyun's ...... That poem doesn't rhyme a bit, but it can be regarded as a limerick poem, Zhang Lan, seeing you laugh so happily, there must be a better masterpiece, in that case, Zhang Lan, you can read your poem!"

Seeing Zhang Lan smiling so arrogantly, Fuqu Shiya frowned slightly and said to him.

"Yes, if you have any good poems, you can read them, are you afraid of being laughed at by us, so you don't dare to read them!"

"That's it, you can't even pronounce it, why are you laughing at our Sister Jiyun!"

"Read, read!"

“......”

Watching that group of girls bombarding themselves, Zhang Lan didn't care. That's how they are, if they don't beat them, they dance more than the boys.

"Well, listen up, cough ......"

Coughing slightly, Zhang's voice changed, and suddenly, the momentum of the whole person changed, as if a sword that broke the sky rushed up into the night, and those students couldn't help but secretly obey one by one, just reciting a poem, do you want to engage in such a big battle!

I only heard Zhang Lan recite aloud: "The sword rides the wind, and the world is free; without the sword, my heart floats, and I have the sword intent to be cold; I cut off the mountains and rivers in one style, and then cut the clouds and the sky; a sword is in my hand, and it goes straight to the Nine Heavens!"

Every word was moving, so that these students were stunned one by one.

They don't know much about poetry, after all, they don't study it seriously in class, but even if they don't understand it, they can hear whether poetry is good or bad. Zhang Lan's poems may not be elegant, but their poetry is heroic, just listening to it already makes people think of a scene of a master cultivating immortals and riding the sword in the wind, such a scene is really yearning.

If he becomes such an immortal cultivator one day, how good would it be, when the time comes, the world is so big, wouldn't he let himself come and go freely?

"Well, yes, I didn't expect that Zhang Lan could actually read such a bold poem, it seems that there is no less hard work in this area on weekdays, I am very satisfied, Zhang Lan, you can come to my poetry class in the future!"

Zhang Lan's poems may still be lacking in some places, but Fuqu Shiya knows that in terms of poetry, the person who made this poem must be a big family, and she is far from it.

"Then thank you, mentor!"

After Zhang Lan thanked him, he sat down and raised his eyebrows at Gou Jiyun, which made the little girl so angry that she couldn't wait to bite him hatefully.

"Okay, let's not talk about it, today, I want to tell the students about the poem "Laughing Red Dust" by the poet ancestor Qinglian Sword Immortal......

Qinglian Sword Immortal, is a famous immortal cultivator in this world, his cultivation is superb, thousands of years ago has been successful, became a monk of the Mahayana period, not long after, he left a lot of peerless masterpieces, easy to chant the poem on a moonlit night, lifting the sky clouds and clouds to rise

According to legend, the exercises of the Qinglian Sword Immortal are hidden in the poems he left behind, and many people want to explore his exercises from them, but so far few people can understand any cultivation techniques from the poems, but some people find that studying the poems of the Qinglian Sword Immortal can indeed be cultivated diligently, so that the strength that has been shackled will rise unconsciously, and these people later formed a sect of cultivating immortals, named Qinglian Immortal, with Qinglian Sword Immortal as the ancestor.

Zhang Lan couldn't help but be stunned when she heard Fuqu Shiya talk about the Qinglian Sword Immortal, but when she said the name of the poem, he knew that this Qinglian Sword Immortal was not the Qinglian Sword Immortal in his memory. The world is so big, there are always some things that are coincidental, for example, someone with the same name.

I have to say that this Fuqu Shiya's poetic harmony is indeed extraordinary, and even Zhang Lan couldn't help nodding secretly for her explanation. It's a pity, no matter how good her explanation is, I'm afraid that there are some meanings for the cow to play the piano. The students in this class basically didn't listen carefully, either whispering, or drowsy, or staring at her delicate figure without blinking.

Of course, not everyone didn't listen carefully, at least, Feng Suling listened very carefully, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he was engrossed. No wonder, she just read a poem by Yang Wanli, and her reaction was so big, it turned out to be a poetry fan.

Looking at Ming Yuzhu again, she was already lying on her stomach at the moment, but there was something supporting her head, little by little, it was not smashed on the table, and Luo Yu Qiuming on the side was sitting upright, on the side of Ming Yuzhu, the twin sisters were also listening carefully, which made Zhang Lan very surprised, should I really say, is it worthy of being a skipping student?

"Well, that's all for today's class, students, let's see you next time!"

When the class time was over, Fuqu Shiya nodded with satisfaction to Feng Suling in the audience, and then turned around and walked towards the outside of the classroom, without any intention of staying.

"Hmph, that's all that's going to be done to please the mentor!"

Gou Jiyun looked at Fuqu Shiya's eyes in her eyes, and was very unhappy with her satisfied eyes that she was the only one who was satisfied with Feng Suling, didn't anyone find out that she was actually studying seriously? Just now, she fell asleep because she was tired from studying, where is she not serious like Feng Suling, and she is still so energetic......

Well, the previous ones were just thoughts in Gou Jiyun's heart. She couldn't say such shameless words.

Unlike usual, after class today, the students did not rush to leave, but sat quietly in their positions, looking at Gou Jiyun, wanting to see how she reacted.

Before, she made an appointment with Feng Suling to meet in the ring after class. But now Zhang Lan is still here, as the person behind Feng Suling, with Zhang Lan supporting Feng Suling, does she really dare to fight with Feng Suling?

People who know Zhang Lan's methods are a little worried, after all, even if it is Gou Jiyun, he may not really dare to go against Zhang Lan, at most he will say some sarcastic words.

"Feng Suling, let's ...... See you in the ring!"

Standing up, Gou Jiyun didn't say much, turned around, shouted at Feng Suling, and then didn't wait for her answer, turned around and walked towards the outside of the classroom.

"In the ring, does Gou Jiyun really want to follow the trend of Su Ling in the ring?"

"Oh my God, this must be interesting, I'm going to check it out!"

"Let's go, let's go!"

Those neutrals and those who supported Gou Jiyun all followed in a honeycomb, and only those who supported Feng Suling stayed a little worried. Maybe Feng Suling is very strong, but in the face of Gou Jiyun, who has a magic weapon, what can she do. Even an immortal cultivator would be very passive in the face of magic weapons, let alone a martial artist who was not even born with her.

"How about it, Su Ling, do you want me to lend you a magic weapon to use?"

Zhang Lan smiled behind Feng Suling: "If you have the magic weapon I gave you, you should be able to solve Jiyun's classmate very easily!"

"No, I believe in myself!"

Feng Suling shook her head slightly.

"However, if I can get the support of my mentor, I want to believe that I can play better!"

Wind Chime turned his head, tilted his head slightly, and smiled.

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