The breeze is coming, and the moon is shining outside the window.

Zhou Langkun, Wushan's master and apprentice, plus a Wei Baizhi, the three of them talked at night, and some of Wei Baizhi's demon slaying experience opened up a new world for Wushan.

It wasn't until the end of the day that Zhou Langkun, Wushan, and Wei Baizhi got up and woke up Zhou Qingzhou, who was sleeping, and went to the island lake.

At three o'clock, there are many people along the shore of the lake in the center of the island, but the king of Furong in the center of the lake has not yet emerged.

"Daddy, look, there are so many, so many lotus flowers are blooming!"

Zhou Qingzhou was completely sleepy, with a pair of smart eyes, carefully looking at the lotus flowers that had bloomed in advance.

Wushan was also very surprised, because the largest lotus flower in the center of the lake, the horseshoe-shaped lotus leaf radius is several zhang long, and the lotus leaf is huge like a small boat after spreading, which is really rare.

"Prepare, the Furong King has a spirit, and he will have to use poetry to attract talents, and it will send lotus flowers of different sizes according to the level of talent."

Zhou Langkun reminded Wushan in a timely manner and asked Wushan to get ready.

Wu Shan nodded, looking at the lotus flowers in the middle of the lake, he already had a plan in his heart.

Glancing at the old guys who had been waiting here since yesterday, Wu Shan's heart was a little more awe-inspiring.

Usually Wushan wanders in Qinghe City, and he can't meet these big masters at all, but he didn't expect a hibiscus flower meeting, which gave Wushan a new understanding of Qinghe City.

In this troubled world, it is not for nothing that Qinghe City can be so peaceful.

In addition to the strength of the academy and the county guard, there should also be a credit to those big families entrenched in the city.

Just before the hour approaches, the sky is gradually breaking, and the morning light pierces the sky.

I don't know when the island lake is shrouded in a layer of white mist, and it is hazy and unreal.

The red sun jumped out, and ten thousand golden rays fell, dyeing the surface of the lake with a touch of carmine.

A gust of wind blew, the mist dissipated, and a huge cyan lotus flower in the center of the lake had fully bloomed.

At the lotus platform of the flower heart, there was a figure whose whole body was entangled in the dense qi, and he couldn't see his face clearly in a daze.

Looking from afar, the figure is elegant and delicate.

Between breaths, you can smell a fresh fragrance.

It's really a hibiscus out of the water like a beauty, and the jade girl's red makeup rhyme is the most godly.

Although he couldn't see his appearance clearly, it didn't delay Wushan's fantasy of the figure on the lotus platform at all.

Woohoo......

The people who were waiting along the lake had already stepped on the water in a few leaps, and came to the lotus leaves near the king of hibiscus, standing or sitting, with solemn expressions.

Wushan is not far behind, the clouds and smoke are everywhere under his feet, and he lightly stepped on the water surface and landed on a lotus leaf not far from Zhou Langkun and Wei Baizhi.

Stepping on the lotus leaves, Wushan exclaimed from the heart, Where is this lotus leaf, It is simply a stable water boat.

Just when Wushan was still thinking nonsense, someone had already made a chapter.

"Yesterday at Qinglian Lake, looking at the island in the middle of the lake. coincided with the overnight rain, showing off the jade hibiscus. ”

"I want to wave my hand, and the lotus flower can follow. Er is a flower in the water, and he is a scholar of books. ”

"April Flying Flower Spring has passed, and Dongfeng does not recall the beginning. The water shakes the lotus and does not fall, and stands with Qing until dawn. ”

“……”

Boy!

Wu Shan was frightened, in just a few breaths, these old guys had already completed the poem.

One after another talents of different lengths appeared, and they were not absorbed by this group of literati and ink writers, but by the Furong King in the middle of the lake.

Wushan was not in a hurry to write poems, but stared at the Furong King who absorbed the talent in the middle of the lake, and Wushan had a feeling that this Furong King was afraid that it was going to become a refinement.

No, it's supposed to be out of shape!

Zhou Langkun, the teacher standing nearby, saw that Wushan was in a daze, and reminded Wushan with words.

Wushan bowed his hand, opened the folding fan in his hand, shook the fan, and spit out 'golden lotus'.

"The flowers of land and water, plants and trees, the lovely ones are very rich. Wen Sheng Luofu loves chrysanthemum. Since Qianqing, the world loves peonies very much. ”

When Wushan read these sentences, the teacher Zhou Langkun and the teacher Wei Baizhi were frowning, because these poems were not poems, words were not words, and there was no talent to show.

In the distance, standing on the lotus leaves, he has been paying attention to Wushan, especially when he feels the strength of Wushan, which is already the fifth realm of qi and blood, he can't wait to immediately step forward and strangle Wushan.

"What does this little mongrel read, the words don't reach the meaning, the poems don't rhyme, how did he enter the third realm of literary tone?"

It is not only the enemy who pays attention to Wushan, but also the Qinglian girl Yun Mengli standing on the high platform of the lakeside courtyard.

"What is this witch boy thinking? This is the Hibiscus Flower Club, why did he mention chrysanthemums and peonies? ”

Qinglian girl Yun Mengli looked at Wushan from afar, he was full of expectations for Wushan, in the past few years of choosing a husband, Wushan is the most mysterious and straight man Yun Mengli has ever seen.

From Wushan's experience and some ways of doing things, Yun Mengli can see that Wushan is a bit machismo, masculine, calm, decisive, and dares to take responsibility.

On the surface, Wushan seems to dare to love and hate, but in fact, he is a 'paper tiger' with a slightly inferior self-esteem and a colorless heart.

Yun Mengli was very confident, she felt that she should see Wushan very accurately, but Wushan's behavior sometimes made her very confused.

Just like yesterday, Yun Mengli took the initiative to send it to the door to give Wushan a chance to talk and cultivate a relationship, but Wushan actually wanted to kick her out.

Being kicked out of this kind of thing, Qinglian Nu Yun Mengli is really the first time to encounter it.

"Miss, is he the person you fancied?"

"Except for being stronger, it doesn't look special!"

Yun Gu's words, Yun Mengli did not respond.

If it was before he used the Holy Maiden's authority to inquire about Wushan's information, Yun Mengli would have the same opinion.

But now, Yun Mengli only thinks that Wushan is getting more and more interesting.

"Later, I will send the blue lotus flower that belongs to me to Wu Gongzi!"

"Miss, that's ......"

"It's nothing, that's my future husband, can't you?"

Yun Gu was speechless, and Yun Mengli said it so naturally.

On the other side, an old man and a veiled girl stood on the same lotus leaf, their attention also focused on Wu Shan.

"He's that Wushan?"

Chu Qingyi's face was slightly red, she nodded shyly, and answered her grandfather softly.

"Yes, Grandpa!"

The old man Chu Tianqing blew his beard and glared, his hair fluttered, and his tone was extremely displeased.

"The fifth realm of qi and blood can still be seen!"

"It's this Wendao realm, why is it not as advanced as you?"

Chu Tianqing, the old head of the Chu family, looked at Wushan horizontally and vertically, no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't look right, and he just felt that Wushan was not good.

"Just those few sentences, bullshit!"

"Wouldn't you be an idiot who only knows how to fight and kill?"

Without waiting for Chu Qingyi to open his mouth to explain, the old man Chu Tianqing had already made a conclusion to Wushan.

Chu Qingyi was still blushing, in front of her grandfather, who loved her the most, Chu Qingyi had no face to say that he also had a good impression of Wushan.

However, how did the old man Chu Tianqing not understand his good granddaughter, he glanced at Chu Qingyi who lowered his head and blushed shyly, but secretly looked at Chu Qingyi in Wushan, and said with a scolding.

"That Zhou Luculent was rigid, and teaching an apprentice was also rigid. Since you like it, why don't you come to the door to propose marriage and settle things early, isn't it? ”

"Grandpa!"

Speaking of this kind of lifelong event related to the marriage of her daughter's family, Chu Qingyi's face was thin, and she really couldn't listen to it anymore, so she had to beg for mercy.

"Hmph...... If this kid doesn't come up with a decent dowry, don't even think about it! ”

The white-haired old man Chu Tianqing said cruel words in his mouth, but looking at Chu Qingyi's eyes, he was so kind and loving.

"Brother Wu, these words are not like yesterday's you, you can make them!"

Yesterday he saw that his lover Yun Mengli should have a good impression of Wushan, so he thought that it was a very happy thing to lose face in front of everyone.

Wu Shan glanced at Wen Ren Khan Qing and ignored the latter.

This guy is a straightforward and fast-talking, shameless woman who can have a small belly and chicken intestines, and he can't be angry with people.

Because there is no talent to appear, the eyes of the people around him look at Wushan more or less with some color.

However, Wushan was unimpressed.

Wu Shan folded the fan in his hand and read out the next few sentences.

"To love the lotus out of the mud without staining, clear ripples but not demons, straight through the outside, not vines and branches, fragrant far and clear, pavilion net planting, can be viewed from a distance and can not be blasphemed."

The island heart lake, because of the section behind Wushan, fell into a deathly silence.

Even the figure sitting on the lotus platform in the center of the lake also looked at Wushan, and sent goodwill and expectation to Wushan.

At this moment of attention, the corners of Wushan's mouth turned up, the folding fan in his hand opened again, and with a light fan, the appearance of a beautiful son was completely imprinted in everyone's minds, full of force.

"It is called a chrysanthemum, and the one who is a recluse of flowers; Peony, the rich and noble of flowers; Lotus, the gentleman of flowers. ”

This time, everyone was listening to Wushan's recitation, and their cognition was different, everyone looked at it from a different angle, and the emotions on their faces were different.

Wu Shan glanced at everyone, with a kind of pride, proclaiming the essence from that 5,000-year-old civilization.

"Yikes! The love of chrysanthemum is rarely heard of after Luo. The love of the lotus, who is the giver? The love of peony is suitable for everyone! ”

Wu Shan finished reading the last sentence and stopped.

Wushan is waiting, everyone is waiting.

This "Ai Lian Said" is not a poem, nor a word, but a prose.

It stands to reason that this kind of article should not be accessible to readers in the lower three realms.

However, because of the shortness, after a while, Wushan felt that he could grasp it.

The first part of "Ai Lian Said" is written about the nobility of lotus flowers, and the second part is about using flowers as metaphors for people, writing thoughts on human nature.

And character and humanity are two things that are extremely important to the Furong King who is about to take shape.

After a while, a five-foot and eight-foot talent condensed in front of Wushan, and Wencheng was famous for centuries.

As soon as the talent appeared, he was dragged away by the figure on the lotus platform in the heart of the lake, and was not absorbed and transformed by Wushan.

In the next second, the island lake suddenly changed.

The lotus flowers that bloomed all over the island lake trembled, and one by one the petals flew up from the water, and then the petals automatically decomposed into smashes, forming a series of words.

“…… Out of the mud but not stained, clear ripples but not demons......"

“…… Lotus, the gentleman of flowers, also ......"

“……”

This is Ai Lian who read out Wushan said, Wushan, who saw this scene, really couldn't describe this situation.

"Do you know that there is no pen and no ink here, why can you still manifest your talents?"

Zhou Langkun's voice appeared in Wushan's ears, and without waiting for Wushan to speak, Zhou Langkun asked and answered himself.

"Qinglianju is quite peculiar, there are islands in the lake, and there are lakes on the islands, forming a large array of pen and ink."

"The people who come here to read can manifest their talents without pen and ink, and the poems and articles can be manifested at the exit, one is because of the great array, and the other is because the hibiscus king has awakened, the fragrance is ink, and the essence is the pen, and it is replaced."

"What is happening now, you can understand that you have encountered the literalization before."

Hearing this, Wushan's eyes lit up and he figured it out.

In mid-air, countless petals were shattered and decomposed to form a "Ai Lian Said".

Just as everyone was amazed by this scene, the words in mid-air began to merge with each other, and finally condensed into a hydrangea-like object composed of flower petals.

The petal hydrangea fell, enveloping the figure in the lotus platform, the Hibiscus King, emitting a soft blue light.

Syllable!

The sound of an egg breaking through its shell sounded, and the petal hydrangeas began to fall off one by one, revealing a shadow standing on the lotus platform.

This is the Hibiscus King, this is the real Blue Lotus Girl.

Born in the mud, not stained with dust; Bathing talent, flowers bloom and transform.

This Qinglian female finger is like cutting onion roots, the mouth is like containing Zhu Dan, Tingting jade stands, and the instrument is quiet and leisurely.

"Thank you for making me understand the key to transformation!"

Wu Shan looked up and looked at the Qinglian girl who was standing on his shoulders at some point, no more than three feet tall, wearing a long skirt, and was dumbfounded.

"I love this dress!"

Qinglian Nu opened her mouth and said this sentence to Wu Shan, attracting Wu Shan's attention. Wu Shan felt slightly, and knew that the clothes on the Qinglian girl were transformed by "Ai Lian Said".

The clothes were worn on the Qinglian girl, and they were generous and beautiful like a fairy.

The clothes are stacked with a layer of intricate green yarn, which is as soft as cutting water; The skirt was scattered with lotus ornaments, and at this moment, Wushan saw a girl wearing a moon-white skirt, with pure feet, standing in this earthly world, clear and turbid.

She was like a piece of time, stunning Wushan.

This kind of thing, I don't see it with my own eyes, I really don't know how to describe it.

Qinglian Nu is small and exquisite, quiet as a virgin, like an ancient lady, with smart eyes and big eyes staring at Wushan without blinking.

"Uh...... That one...... That one...... Hello! ”

For a moment, Wushan didn't know what to say, so he had to say hello to express his kindness and flattery.

"Skirts, I love them!"

Qinglian Nu said again, which was more appropriate than the previous words.

"My name is Wushan, what is your name?"

"What's my name? Wushan ...... Wushan ......"

Qinglian Nu was stunned for a moment, and after chanting Wushan's name a few times, she suddenly sat on Wushan's shoulder, leaned on Wushan's head, and muttered.

"I'm Qinglian...... Qinglian ...... My name is Fleur! ”

"Fleur! Hibiscus! It's a good, nice name, like a fairy, Hibiscus Fairy! ”

"Really?"

"Well, that's good, I love it!"

“……”

Wushan and Furong, in everyone's shocked eyes, are like two children who have just met, introducing each other and talking about topics of common interest.

Boom!

Wei Baizhi couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva and said in a frightened and inexplicable voice.

"Luculent, I believe what you said now, your apprentice is very wicked, he is inhuman!"