"Boy, there is no obstacle in the world that cannot be passed, the so-called true affection is just that, if it is mixed with conspiracy and trickery, it is at most a vicious deception, before the matter is clear, don't worry too much about it, it's not worth it!"

Bingyan, who seemed to see the fat man's depressed mood and understood the reason for the matter, pretended to be profound, smashed his mouth, reached out and dragged a wine jug behind the former, drank it all, and said: "This trip, I don't know when Lu Dao will return to his hometown, I can't help but sigh." How about writing a poem to express my heart and relieve your boredom at the same time?"

"Patriarch come on! Come on!" Seeing that the fat man hadn't squeaked yet, the group of many good players of the Snow Dragon Clan who came with him coaxed for a while, Bing Yan hurriedly put his hands behind his back, raised his head at a forty-five degree angle, and his face was dark.

Time, a long time passed in the waiting, Bing Yan paced back and forth, first frowned, then the corners of his mouth were pursed, and then his face turned red, and he opened his mouth to babble for a long time, but in the end, he didn't even collapse a fart, and the fat man's already low interest plummeted, and he squinted and said: "Uncle Yan, if there is no ink in the stomach, don't pretend." As far as I know, the talent of the average literati is inversely proportional to their stature. Don't you see that most of those who chant a good poem are weak scholars? If I can sing a beautiful tune, I'll eat the flask in my hand raw!"

"Stinky boy, you can't eat it if you want to eat it today!"

Looking at the contempt on the fat man's face without concealing his face, he waved his hand and raised a huge wine jug in his hand. Hearing the teasing meaning in what he said just now, Bing Yan snorted coldly, and his gloomy face was brewing for a while. Only then did a hint of pride appear in his eyes. I saw that there was a little bit of sharpness on him. Stretching out his palm, he made a sword-like movement, and his steps were majestic, quite a bit of a stance.

"Carrying a sword on his back, he will cut whoever he doesn't like, and after cutting the man and the woman, he will cut until he dies!"

"The patriarch is so literate, it's really a convincing five-body throw!"

"This poem is definitely the heyday of the patriarch for hundreds of years. It will surely become another classic of our race! The bold and unrestrained man's blood, and the wandering gives people a faint sense of loneliness, which is catchy and amazing. Good poetry, good poetry!"

"Vomiting"

Seeing that vulgar little poem, it immediately caused the surrounding sounds of praise one after another, and even more, a middle-aged man was so excited that his face turned red, and he exaggerated and sighed again and again. Let the fat man look at a burst of retching.

"What's the matter, what is your boy's expression, do you think I can't chant that poem just now?" saw the fat man's expression of being disgusted by eating flies. Bingyan's figure flashed to the side, staring at the former condescendingly, and said with an unkind gaze.

"Uh... No!" I felt that my whole body suddenly felt like falling into an ice cave, cold from head to toe, the fat man's body stiffened, and he shook his head again and again. Although he knew that even if Bingyan was not happy, the other party would not really make a heavy hand, but the upper body of those fists like iron hammers was not uncomfortable.

Seeing that the words fell, the chill in Bing Yan's eyes did not subside, but he thought that he was perfunctory and better, the fat man swallowed his throat lightly, gritted his teeth and said: "Although the poem that Uncle Yan chanted just now is quite extraordinary, if it is compared to one person, it is still more than one step behind." ”

"Who is it?"

"It's your good son-in-law! As early as when we were in the Northern Wilderness, we didn't hear him less in the mountains, and every time we heard it, people couldn't help but be full of pride and enthusiasm! Therefore, after listening to his poems for a long time, I feel that you really lack a little charm and connotation. The fat man hurriedly stretched out his hand and pointed at it, and hurriedly put all the responsibility on Zhang Hao.

"This... How can there be anything that the fat brother said..."

Seeing that the fat man was obviously afraid of being hammered, he shamelessly moved himself out, and before he could finish speaking, when he saw Bingyan walking towards him viciously, the corners of Zhang Hao's mouth twitched fiercely, and he immediately stopped talking.

"Boy, let's do a song. Although Bing Yao was on his side, Bing Yan did not do anything excessive, but his hands were clasped together, and there was a crisp sound of Kaka collapsing, and the threat was self-evident, which made Zhang Hao look cold.

"Dad, don't make a fuss. I can testify that when I was in Shuichang City before, Brother Hao did write some poems, but those were all touching the scene and feelings, and you are so persecuted now, who will be inspired? ”

Pouting, Bing Yao said as if no one was there: "In the past ten years, your human friends have come to Frost Snow City less and less often? People, they're all scared of you!"

"That's because they don't know how to appreciate!" was directly poked at the bottom of the old man, keenly aware that many Snow Dragon Clan powerhouses in front of him had strange meanings on their faces at this time, Bing Yan snorted twice, and said with a hard mouth.

Bing Yao's face softened slightly, and then a little cunning flashed in his eyes, and he turned to look at the fat man, and seduced: "Let's have a song for the three of us, if you can win against me, when you arrive at the Ming Cave of Boshan Cellar, I will discuss it with the patriarch Jin Biao, and when the ambergris event is over, I will have another day of rejoice, how about it?

"Is that true?"

Sure enough, when these words came out, the first thing that was not calm was the fat man who had been beating his chest because he didn't catch up with the Ice City Party, and at the moment he tried his best to widen his eyes, and walked to Bing Yan in three steps and two steps, and finally saw Bing Yan nodding seriously with a serious face, and he said excitedly: "I'll come, I'll come first!"

After that, the fat man's eyes narrowed slightly, and after a while, a strong essence burst out from the bottom of his eyes, and after squeezing his eyebrows, without warning, he smiled confidently, and it seemed that there was a stunning song about to come out.

"Since I was frustrated for most of the day because I missed the party, I will use this as the theme to write a song. ”

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of many people present suddenly lit up, after all, this event has just passed, and the lively and unprecedented grand occasion is still fresh in people's memories. Therefore. Everyone was also curious about the fat man's next poem.

"A snowflake mountain. I am concerned about fighting field battles, one cannon after another, and my heart is leisurely!"

"Rub Rub"

When this poem came out, everyone who was full of anticipation was stunned at first, and then the jaw of the dry man immediately fell to the ground, and Bingyan, who was closest to the fat man, couldn't help but retreat a few steps in a row, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of his daughter and Meng Yurou with a blank face and didn't seem to understand, and he breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. His face sank, and he slapped the fat man in the air, directly knocking the fat man to the ground. Looking at the huge head smashing on the ice, a dull sound burst out, which made everyone can't help but tense up.

"At your level, you dare to make fun of me!

Holding his head with both hands and rubbing it for a while, the fat man looked at Zhang Hao aggrievedly, and said, "Mouse, brother has done his best, and it's up to you next!"

"Hey...", seeing that an excuse he used casually led to such a farce. Zhang Hao wanted to cry without tears, and felt that the eyes around him were all transferred to him at this time. He could only nod his head.

Lowering his head slightly, looking at the wine jug in his hand, the sword style when Bingyan chanted the poem just now appeared in his mind, Zhang Hao pondered for a long time, and then his body spun, his waist was slightly raised, he poured a sip of wine, waved his palm and condensed a black flame long sword, dancing like flowing water.

"Freezing three thousand thousand feet cold,

The cold wind is like a knife carving a plate,

Drunk and dancing swords and swords like edges,

Snow sprinkled with beautiful scenery into the sea!"

After reading a sonorous and powerful poem, the sword style in his hand came to an end, Zhang Hao waved his hand and put the long sword behind his back, and that elegant posture made Bingyan stunned.

"Good poems, wandering without hiding a touch of pride, catchy to read, full of praise, good poems... Ah!" I have to say that the middle-aged man who praised Bingyan just now was definitely a wonder, and at this time, I saw that he was the first to stand up again, but this time, before he finished speaking, he was slapped by Bingyan in the air and flew directly out of the ice platform.

Immediately after, when he came into contact with Bingyan's penetrating gaze without turning, Zhang Hao only felt a burst of hair all over his body: "Uncle Yan, don't look at me like this, I really don't have a bottom in my heart." ”

"Huh"

However, the next moment, I saw Bingyan dodge out and came directly to Zhang Hao: "I didn't expect my good son-in-law to not only be strong, but also have such talent, go, I'll show you some treasures!"

"What baby?" Looking at Bing Yan's troubled face, Zhang Hao asked tentatively.

"I have written more than 1,000 poems and songs in the past few hundred years, you can help appreciate them, polish them, and wait until the dragon clan If we hold another party, then there will be a poetry contest, so that your father-in-law can show his face!"

Seeing that the words fell, Zhang Hao was dragged alive by Bing Yan, and jumped out of the range of the ice platform, and when he reacted, Bing Yao heard a miserable scream resounding through the Binghong Palace.

"Help!"

......

Ten hours of non-stop teleportation, the energy spars replaced on the large array have been piled up into a hill nearly two zhang high, but this time the Snow Dragon Clan is quite a bit ruined, and take out all the best spars accumulated in the clan without leaving one, and wait to send away more than 6,000 people from more than a dozen Warcraft clans, it is late at night.

During this period, for Zhang Hao, it can be said that life is worse than death, in the face of Bingyan's so-called baby, at the beginning, he also told a few words of truth, but later, he was beaten and didn't even dare to say a word. If you can't say it, you will undoubtedly be pumped, and if you say it's good, you will still be pumped. It's just that the first one is because of anger, and the second kind of Bingyan will always smile like a brilliant chrysanthemum with his whole cheek, but he still doesn't forget to stretch out his big palm and slap Zhang Hao on the head, saying that it is hypocritical.

"Brother Bingbo, I'll leave this Snow City and the matter of staying in defense to you. When I arrive in the Northern Wilderness in the future, I will regularly send someone to convey the situation back, and then you can act when you see the opportunity!" When the dozens of people who left behind the palace entered the inner hall of the teleportation array as the last wave of people and horses, and when they parted, Bing Yan put on a rare solemn look and explained.

In fact, this time to go to the Northern Wilderness, the major Warcraft clans are aware of the severity of the situation. Just like the Snow Dragon Clan, they also left some young and old people with outstanding qualifications in the territory of the clan to protect them, in order to leave seeds for the inheritance of the clan.

"Don't worry, patriarch, leave everything to me!" didn't say much, but when he reassured these words, the determined light flashing in Bingbo's eyes was a little scary.

"It's not too early, let's leave!"

As soon as the words fell, Bing Yan stretched out his palm and patted Bing Bo's shoulder heavily, then waved his hand slightly towards everyone behind him, and Li Suo took the lead in stepping into the dark teleportation gate in the center of the teleportation array prompted by the energy crystal. Seeing this, Zhang Hao's heart couldn't help but show some admiration. It is a major matter related to life and the continuation of the family, if you change to the big family in the Anthropocene realm, I am afraid that it is difficult for a few people to be able to do this free and easy.

"Holy Spirit Sacred Tree, what secret are you hiding this time?"

Saying goodbye to Bingbo and the others one by one, when he stepped into the teleportation gate, Zhang Hao's heart was also full of curiosity full of anticipation, and he couldn't wait to reach the Boshan Cellar Cave to find out... (To be continued......)