While everyone was praising them, the full moon in the sky suddenly moved to the sky above the fairy song tree.

Suddenly, the pure color fluorescence of the body of the Immortal Song Tree changed and turned into a dazzling blood color, and the crown of the tree swayed, like jade striking each other, and the sound of murmuring was endless.

The song in the cloud said "ah", clapped his hands lightly and said: "Even this fairy song tree, even this fairy song tree knows that I met a noble person today, and I came to have fun." ”

Everyone looked at him suspiciously, Yun Zhongge smiled slightly, and an extra spirit stone appeared in his palm. Everywhere the god thought, the spirit stone moved in an instant, and he was about to hit the crown of the tree, but he saw a clump of branches stretched out, and the huge blood-red leaves rolled up, and the spirit stone disappeared.

Suddenly, the color of the body of the fairy song tree changed again, turning into a colorful color, and at the same time, it also emitted a clear sound like a Sanskrit chant, drifting in all directions.

The Sanskrit sound is graceful, with a touch of Zen, which is refreshing.

Suddenly, Qin Qing clapped his hands, pointed to the Immortal Song Tree and said, "Look, there are words on the colored leaves." It was rare to change his cold demeanor and reveal a trace of emotion.

Yun Zhongge was worried that he couldn't alleviate the embarrassment between him and Qin Qing, so he happened to come to this opportunity, and immediately said loudly: "This immortal song tree is the essence of Lingshan and the immortal qi of Yunxia are conceived together, and it is only then generated. Although it is a demon plant, it is extremely spiritual. ”

"Every full moon night is the time when its spirituality is at its best. The wonderful thing is that this fairy song tree is like a famous person in the world, quite elegant, love the most beautiful poetry in the world, as long as the poem text is engraved on the spirit stone, throw it towards the fairy song tree, when the fairy song tree devours the power of the spirit stone, the words on the spirit stone will be burned on the leaves. ”

What's even better is that the fairy song tree seems to be able to read these words condensed by the true feelings of the world, and automatically divides all kinds of poems into five types, with the name of gold, purple, black, white, and blue. ”

"The poems you see at this moment are all collected by the servants and attendants here, engraved on the spirit stone, and then thrown to the fairy song tree to devour, and finally became like this. It's just that in recent years, the fairy song tree has rarely shown its posture, and I didn't expect that today's full moon will make you bump into this wonderful scene, which does not change the appearance of the people who are all blessed people. ”

The song in the clouds, everyone admired, the demon beast elf, everyone saw a lot, but similar to this fairy song tree, it is so obviously not created, giving birth to spiritual wisdom, but it has such a talent and elegance, it is almost difficult to see, it is really an elegant plant.

Everyone has a noble status, a wonderful practice, and a rough understanding of poetry, some are proficient, but there is no one who knows nothing.

As a monk, especially a child of a noble family from a famous family, it is impossible not to know poetry.

The reason is very simple, when the practice reaches this point, everyone knows literature and history, and understands the righteousness.

It is difficult not to feel and rejoice in poetry, which condenses the true feelings, behavioral truths, and experiences of the masters.

In particular, in many cases, in addition to analyzing the principles and difficulties of cultivation, the gatherings of high-ranking families and famous and decent families often organize poetry meetings to meet friends and entertain people.

Qin Qing retreats all year round, rarely asks about world affairs, and she has never heard of many exquisite poems in the world.

At this moment, she was completely sucked away by the fairy song tree, watching reverently, muttering the words on the leaves, and was in the middle of the mind, suddenly a spirit stone was thrown from the east peak, and was wrapped up by the leaves of the fairy song tree, and suddenly, the colorful crown of the fairy song tree turned into a bloody color.

The leaves of poetry disappeared without a trace.

The afterglow of the song in the clouds was always fixed on Qin Qing's face, and he was happy in his heart, but when he saw Qin Qing frowning suddenly, his heart seemed to be pricked by a needle, and when he noticed that the immortal song tree had changed, his handsome face was suddenly as black as ink, and he shouted violently, "Bastard!"

Yue Ziling also had a cold face, and hurriedly threw a spirit stone towards the body of the tree, the spirit stone was caught by the leaves, and there was no extra reaction, not like the song in the clouds before, after swallowing the spirit stone, it released colorful poetry leaves.

"What's going on?" Yue Ziling looked at the song in the clouds, his face sinking like water.

Zheng Shizi said with an annoyed face: "Zhongge, what kind of person Fairy Qin is, how many wonders and wonders in the world, blessed land and caves, have you been." Today, we can go to our Yufu Mountain to watch the ceremony, representing the eight immortal gates, it is rare that our Yufu Mountain has a hand, let the fairy into the eyes, how did such a change happen? Such hospitality, what is the number of courtesies? Do you have to be a brother to the wild uncle Wang?"

Zheng Shizi and Yue Ziling were colored one after another, just because Qin Qingxiu's eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he showed a little dislike.

The cold and clear Qin Qing is like a beautiful cold moon, which makes people can't help but want to embrace it.

Zheng Shizi got along with her for two days, and when he had such thoughts, it was just that, and even Yue Ziling, who had only seen Qin Qing for a moment, also had a heart for love.

There was no need for Zheng Shizi to add to the fire, Yun Zhongge was already furious, and Tuan Tuan hugged his fists and said: "Everyone, it is Yun who is not well entertained. made such a stupid mistake, with you and Fairy Qin here, Yun Mouhe shouldn't have let those miscellaneous fish enter, it ruined the atmosphere. ”

"This fairy song tree hides the leaves of poetry, all because Shi Cai doesn't know which stupid thing it is, made stinky poems, and rashly threw them to the fairy song tree, provoking the rebellion of the fairy song tree, which gave birth to such an accident. Such a bastard, if he doesn't remember that he is a guest at their door, Zhongge will not rest with them. So I sought them and sent them away. ”

After that, Yun Zhongge took out a sound transmission bead from his waist bag, urged the ban to be lifted, and whispered a few words in a deep voice. In just a moment, the armor soldiers of the brigade and many messengers galloped towards the three peaks of Zhusun, Xiumei, and Yunshan, and in an instant, the three peaks were banned.

Since it has caused complaints for many days, a group of messengers, if they really have a specialization in the art industry, do not know what means to use, easily eliminate a riot.

Finally, the three peaks of the sun, the beauty, and the temples returned to tranquility.

"Brother Yun, I wonder if this Immortal Song Tree can bloom the leaves of poetry again?"

Qin Qing blurted out.

As soon as Qin Qing said Brother Yun's exit, Yun Zhongge only felt that the bones around him were suddenly a lot lighter, and he stared at Qin Qing in a daze, and forgot to answer.

Zheng Shizi coughed lightly and said, "Zhongge, Fairy Qin's golden mouth has been opened, you won't have no choice, right?"

Yun Zhongge said: "There is no way, just engrave the wonderful poems on the spirit stone, and throw them towards the fairy song tree, once the fairy song tree gives birth to joy, it will open the leaf of poetry again." ”

Zheng Shizi said, "In this case, what are you waiting for? Although we are not good at this, who has never remembered dozens of wonderful poems, I picked out one at random, engraved it on the spirit stone, and threw it over." ”