Four hundred and ninety-two chapters of poetry

"Hehe, the surname Gao doesn't dare to be a big name, he is a descendant of the Yang family, and his single name is a martial artist!", Wu Yang briefly introduced himself, "But I don't know who the four high-ranking talents are?"

"We can't be any seniors, we don't remember other names, everyone generally calls us Meilan Zhuju, and Xiaoyou is willing to call it that. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info", I saw the oldest one in the middle laughing, "I just saw Xiaoyou blurt out poetry, talented, let me wait to admire, I don't know if I can teach a thing or two." ”

Wu Yang carefully watched the expressions of the four people, but they were not similar to the ancestors of the water dragon told by Ao Run, but these people had powerful magical powers, and they seemed to be the top cultivators in the Immortal and Demon Alliance, but they were not like traditional immortals, but they faintly exuded a little demonic energy, and it was possible that they were the most mysterious demon clan in the Immortal and Demon Alliance.

The demon clan cultivates with grass, trees and spirit beasts, and it is the most mysterious race in the Immortal and Demon Alliance.

"See four more seniors!", Wu Yang hurriedly saluted, "The road of poetry, I'm just a layman, I know a little, but it's a show!" ", the lich is telling the truth, he would rather study alchemy experiments when he has time, and he will never spend on such a boring thing, the one just now, it seems that a friend of the Lich Star who is good at poetry and writing mentioned it by chance, but the lich has a good memory and wrote it down.

"Since Xiaoyou has talent in his chest, why don't you show one or two, is it difficult to look down on me!"

Wu Yang looked at the four of them carefully, now he is completely unfamiliar with the land of Longquan, and he doesn't know where the dragon's eye is, and these four people have extraordinary powers, and they suddenly appeared here, it is possible that it is related to the spring.

Competing in poetry, the lich is inevitably not the opponent of the four, but the four are firmly fixed here, and they can't blatantly look for the dragon's eye.

In his heart, he suddenly smiled and said, "The talents of the four seniors must be above the small ones, and the ancient poems and texts are too many to mention, but I heard that a new type of poetry is popular in the starry sky, and I know a thing or two." ”

"Oh, could it be that you're talking about the modern poetry reform led by the Lich Star, I've said a few things, but the Immortal and Demon Alliance prohibits everything on the Lich Star from entering, but I haven't tasted it. ”

Wu Yang cleared his throat, straightened his waist, and opened his mouth to come out, "Gently I go, just as I come gently, wave my sleeves, and don't take away a cloud!"

The four of them muttered in their mouths, only to see the monk surnamed Zhu asking, "These few sentences are very ordinary, how can they be regarded as poems!"

But without waiting for the lich to explain, another monk embroidered with plum blossoms directly retorted, "Brother Xian, don't you realize the artistic conception in it, although it is just a few sentences of understatement, one sentence by one looks ordinary, but when it is connected together, the artistic conception has been completed, and it is really a wonderful poem of the first class." ”

The other two also couldn't help nodding, thinking that this so-called modern poem really had its own uniqueness, and the corners of their mouths were always reading four sentences non-stop, but they were still unfinished, "Xiaoyou, this modern poem, is it possible that there is a following?"

The lich smiled, and did not reply to them, "The golden willow by the river is the bride in my eyes, and the beautiful shadow in the sparkling waves, rippling in my heart!"

"Wonderful, wonderful, with Liuhua people, I guess that the person who can write this poem must be an amorous genius!", the plum blossom monk couldn't help but comment, and even nodded yes.

"The Lich Star is worthy of being a place where talents gather, and it is really the essence of being able to transform modern poetry into ancient poetry, this poem is completely different from what we have known in the past, but the artistic conception is lofty, and it is far beyond our cognition!", the orchid monk nodded, as if he was still unsatisfied.

"Xiaoyou, this poem, I'm afraid there will be a next one!"

"That pool under the shade of elm!", Wu Yang pointed to the huge lake, "It's not a clear spring, it's a rainbow in the sky, crushed in the floating marsh, precipitating my dream ....."

Wu Yang occasionally pointed to the water of Longquan, and occasionally pointed to the ancient trees swaying in the distance, the whole person really looks like a chic poet, the artistic conception is integrated into his body, ignorance is endless, full of charm.

“.... I wave my sleeves and don't take away a cloud!"

Wu Yang's voice stopped abruptly, his fingers fluctuating in the water layer, layers of fine magic power transmitted in the ripples, and his eyes followed the movements of the four people, each with his eyes closed, as if enjoying that wonderful memory.

Wu Yang was also immersed in it, but not in the beautiful poems, but in the sense of magic, the entire Longquan Lake was very large, but it could not escape the lich's sensitive perception.

The eyes are blind, and the magic power has probed every corner, but he has not found the slightest spring, so it is possible that he has been taken away by the ancestor of the water dragon.

But there are four such strange monks here, Wu Yang doesn't think that they are really reciting poems here, vassal elegance, although the Immortal and Demon Alliance is full of talents, but there is not much waste in such a useless place.

There was no spring in the whole lake, but the spring must have been in the place where the water flowed, and he looked around, from far to near, and his gaze stopped at his feet.

Feet?

By the way, in the center of the lake, isn't it under the pavilion in front of me, at this time I took a closer look at the pavilion in front of me, only to see the octagonal eight edges, eight red lacquer pillars support the top of the pavilion, the pillar is engraved with a wonderful group of maids, and the top of the pavilion is the eaves and the wall, the eight dragons carved by the tiger and the tiger.

Wu Yang carefully compared the pattern patterns, and found that the lines of these patterns were connected with the eight dragon-shaped carvings on the top of his head.

Eight Golden Lock Array!

Legend has it that this formation is extremely esoteric, but it is not widely used, but it is very good in suppressing treasures or protecting them.

Treasure?

Apart from the precious spring, there is nothing else that can be regarded as a treasure now, and the purpose of the four of them here is obviously to take care of such treasures.

Although Wu Yang's mind was delicate, he couldn't break the eight golden lock formations in an instant, and the four people in front of him were definitely not ordinary and incompetent, the lich could trap them, but they couldn't kill them instantly.

"Hehe, this poem is really magical, but I don't know what the title is, I will definitely transcribe it and watch it every day!"

Seeing that the four of them had recovered from their artistic conception just now, the lich laughed and said, "This is written by a Terran poet for his beloved girl, called Farewell, this person has settled on the Lich Star for a while, and is a leading figure in modern poetry. ”

"If one day, if you can see this person, you will definitely pay a good visit!", the plum blossom monk looked pious, but the lich was in a hurry at the moment, although the four of them were obsessed with poetry, but they did not have many things on hand, and suddenly he thought of a thing, the magic sound machine, which contained a lot of things.

Especially modern poems, if not a hundred, but eighty, are all classics on the Lich Star.

The lich deliberately looked around and whispered, "Four, I still have some modern poetry on hand, but?"

"Just what?"

The Lich whispered, "It's just a forbidden product, if it is known by the Immortal and Demon Alliance, it must be killed!", since the Lich Star and the Four Alliances became enemies, the Four Alliances directly regarded everything produced on the Lich Star as a forbidden product, and did not allow the culture on the Lich Star to spread within their jurisdiction.

Poetry is the essence of culture.

The four of them knew what the lich was talking about, but they had just read a modern poem, and it was like drinking a drop of good adult wine, and it was very uncomfortable.

I saw the monk surnamed Zhu look around and said with a smile, "There are only a few people in this pavilion, I think the little friends of the Yang family are also kind-hearted people, and love will never be spread out!", although he smiled again and again, but a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, if he had no choice, he could only kill this person.

"Yes, I'll wait for a few people, and my lives will intersect, but I won't talk nonsense!", Chrysanthemum Monk also smiled vaguely.

The other two also laughed, but when the lich saw the four of them, he shook his head, "No, no, if you kill me then, what if you kill me then!"

The monk surnamed Zhu scolded angrily in his heart, "What a treacherous boy!"

But the Plum Blossom monk said, "You have given us modern poetry and writing, but you are kind to us, how can we kill our benefactors at will." ”

"No, no!", the lich waved his hand incessantly, "unless!"

"Unless what?", the four asked in unison.

"Unless you hand over the treasures you carry to me for temporary safekeeping!", Wu Yang also took a great temper, the Immortal and Demon Alliance's weight on treasures is very strong, and the strength of the treasures that have been handed over without life is equivalent to a drop of more than half.

The four of them were naturally unwilling, but looking at the demeanor of the person in front of them, they obviously wouldn't tell them if they didn't agree, but the poems and texts kept itching in their hearts, and they couldn't calm down at all.

"Good!", the plum monk gave a plum branch to the lich, thinking that this person would not be able to escape under the siege of the four of us, and it was important to get the poem first, and everything else would be easy to do.