Bai Cangdong listened to the poems written by the Chu family, and watched them disappear in front of the Holy Dao Monument one by one and be teleported into the Holy Tomb, only then did he know that the Holy Dao Monument at the entrance was actually not too high for poetry, even if it was a more interesting limerick, it would be recognized by the Holy Dao Monument, and the requirements for entering the Holy Sepulchre were far lower than Bai Cangdong imagined. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seeing that the Chu family had already entered the Holy Sepulchre, only Chu Jiudu, Ximen Wuji and Bai Cangdong were left, as well as Chu Yufei and others who came from the Chu family to see them off.

"Cangdong, I haven't heard you compose poems for a long time, and today is a rare opportunity, so you can come first, lest I can't hear your poems after I go in." But don't fool me, you have to make a good poem. Chu Jiudu said to Bai Cangdong with a smile.

"Is it necessary?" Bai Cangdong shook his head with a wry smile, he was really not in the mood to compose poetry now.

"Of course you need to, you should think of it as a birthday present for me. Chu Jiudu said seriously.

"Ah, it's your birthday today?" Bai Cangdong paused for a moment.

"A man's birthday is a difficult day for my mother, I have been with my mother in previous years, and I have never been with others, but I really like your poems too much, so I will ask you for a poem, you can't refute my face. Chu Jiudu said.

"Why do you need to ask others for poetry, Brother Jiudu, I will give you a poem as a birthday gift. Before Bai Cangdong could answer, Ximen Wuji spoke.

"Wuji, if you have Yaxing, it will naturally be great. Chu Jiudu smiled.

Ximen Wuji looked at the sword pattern on the Holy Dao Tablet, pondered for a moment, and then said, "I have already thought of it. ”

"Then let's talk about it. Chu Jiudu said.

Ximen Wuji glanced at Bai Cangdong again, and then he spoke: "The sword and the hand of the beloved, like a bone blade hatred, a river of blood in anger, burying thousands of enemies. ”

"Good poetry, good spirit, good blood. Chu Jiu praised.

Chu Yufei and others also felt that Ximen Wuji's poem was excellent, but it was indeed very surprising to make such a bold and bloody poem in such a short time.

Ximen Wuji said lightly: "Brother Jiudu likes it." ”

"Naturally, I like it very much. After Chu Jiudu finished speaking, he looked at Bai Cangdong again and said, "Cangdong, you won't refute my face, right?"

Ximen Wuji couldn't help frowning slightly, obviously very dissatisfied with Chu Jiudu's insistence on Bai Cangdong's poem.

Bai Cangdong thought for a while: "Since Brother Chu likes it, then I will read a song to Brother Chu for you." ”

"Good. "Chu Jiu is overjoyed.

Western Wuji didn't speak on the side, nor did he look at Bai Cangdong, as if he was very disdainful of Bai Cangdong.

Chu Yufei and the other Chu family members all looked at Bai Cangdong, wanting to listen to the poems that Chu Jiu wanted so much, what kind of level would it be.

Bai Cangdong pondered for a moment and then said:

The ancient sword is cold and gloomy, and it has been cast for thousands of years.

The white light is the sun and the moon, and the purple gas is a bullfight.

Some guests borrow a look, and love is not daring to ask.

In the clear jade box, the autumn water does not flow.

The treasure has a nature, and the essence is incomparable.

It can be folded inch by inch, and can not be soft around the fingers.

May the heart of the man be straightened quickly, and the head of the minister will be cut off.

Unwilling to revenge small grievances, stabbing personal vendetta in the middle of the night.

Advise the monarch to be cautious, and not be ashamed.

"Good!good!good!" Chu Jiu didn't comment, but just shouted three times in a row.

Everyone can see that Chu Jiudu likes this poem very much, which is completely different from the praise of Ximen Wuji just now, it is an instinctive love.

Ximen Wuji's face suddenly looked a little unpleasant, not only because Chu Jiu preferred Bai Cangdong's poems, but also because Bai Cangdong's poem seemed to be satirizing the one he had just written.

His poems are to make people happy with grievances, kill when they kill, and repay kindness and revenge.

However, Bai Cangdong's poem is to persuade people not to use the sword easily, and not to use the sword of the divine soldier to avenge personal grievances, which will make the divine soldier humiliated, isn't it just a satirical poem.

In fact, Ximen Wuji himself thought too much, Bai Cangdong saw the sword depicted on the Holy Dao Tablet, so he thought of Bai Juyi's famous "Li Duwei Ancient Sword", which was not aimed at Ximen Wuji, it was just a coincidence.

It's a pity that Bai Cangdong has no intention, but Ximen Wuji is a listener, and his eyes are already a little unkind.

"Brother Jiudu, I don't know which wealthy family this friend surnamed Bai is from?" Ximen Wuji looked at Bai Cangdong with his eyes, but asked Chu Jiudu.

Chu Jiudu suddenly frowned slightly, he had already introduced the two of them to each other before, Ximen Wuji already knew that Bai Cangdong was a disciple of Nanli, and now he was talking like this, I am afraid it was not as simple as simply asking Bai Cangdong about his origin.

Seeing that Chu Jiu was embarrassed, Bai Cangdong said directly: "Here are the disciples of Qingzhou Nanli Academy. ”

"Oh, I heard that Nanli Academy has been destroyed by the Eastern Earth Demon Kingdom recently, I don't know if this matter is true?" The corners of Ximen Wuji's mouth curled slightly, and he looked at Bai Cangdong with a smile and said.

"Wuji ......" Chu Jiudu was suddenly a little displeased, wanting to stop Ximen Wuji from talking further.

"It's okay, my Nanli Academy has indeed fallen into the hands of demons. Bai Cangdong said lightly.

"Then I have another question, I don't know if the demon slayer's seizure of the home is considered a shame for the divine soldiers, I don't know if you used the sword at that time?"

"Wuji, I think you'd better advance the Holy Sepulchre. Chu Jiudu said in a deep voice.

Chu Yufei and other Chu family members also felt that Ximen Wuji's words were a bit too much, but thinking about it on the other hand, Bai Cangdong was able to survive, naturally he escaped from Nanli Academy, and compared with his experience, the poem he wrote was a little embarrassing and unconvincing.

It was originally a poem of great wisdom and bravery, but it also made people feel a little cowardly.

When the demons invaded your homeland, you didn't draw your sword to kill the enemy, when will you wait before you draw your sword?

But at this time, no matter whether Bai Cangdong answered whether he drew his sword or not, he couldn't justify himself, even if he said that he had drawn his sword and killed how many demons, but who could prove it to him?

In the final analysis, since Bai Cangdong survived, then he is a deserter, it doesn't matter whether he draws his sword and fights at the beginning, in the eyes of others, he is a deserter who survives.

Bai Cangdong looked at Ximen Wuji, his face had turned cold, stared at Ximen Wuji and said indifferently: "Ximen Gongzi, I can't come back for your Q&A, but I also have a question I want to ask Ximen Gongzi you." ”

Ximen Wuji's face suddenly showed disdain, and he raised his hand slightly and said, "Just ask, you can't answer my questions, but I can answer all your questions." ”

"I want to ask you, Prince Ximen, have you ever been on the battlefield to fight a demon?" Bai Cangdong asked.

"Of course, our Jade Void Continent has been fighting against the Eastern Earth Demon Kingdom for many years, and since I was promoted to a real person, I have participated in no less than a hundred battles, large and small. Simon Wuji said with his chest straight.

"Then have you ever been injured?" Bai Cangdong asked again.

"With my strength, how could a demon hurt me. Simon Wuji said proudly. (To be continued.) )