Chapter Ninety-Eight: Seven Steps of Poetry and Sighing

I saw that the ice qi instantly enveloped the evil ghost, and gradually formed a white ice cube, exuding a very cold and silent cold power.

"Hmph,, I don't know what to do, look at how my Fan Tian teaches you."

When Fan Tian saw that the evil ghost was frozen, he couldn't help but scold angrily.

With a wave of the small black flag, I saw more than a dozen evil ghosts flying out of the flag, swimming towards Bai Ling at a very alarming speed.

After Bai Ling saw this, he didn't make any expression, just shook his jade arm lightly, and saw that the ice qi quickly split out and swam towards dozens of evil ghosts.

Fan Tian was willing to freeze his evil ghost, shaking the small black flag to release a stream of black gas, and hit the evil ghost.

After absorbing the black qi, the evil ghost showed a very terrifying expression as if it had been beaten with chicken blood, and flew towards Bai Ling very frantically.

"Ice Falls"

After a crisp sound, I only felt as if the heavens and the earth were frozen, and a lot of ice qi quickly gathered towards the evil ghost.

I saw that after the evil ghost came into contact with the piercing ice qi, the evil ghost was instantly frozen in the ice and could no longer move.

", dare to hurt my baby."

"Devil Cry God Howl"

I saw Fan Tian quickly shake the small black flag, and in an instant, a stream of black gas attacked the ice.

After Bai Ling saw it, a trace of surprise appeared on his snow-white little face, and he couldn't help but use the ice silk in his hand, and a powerful ice qi flew out.

I don't know how long the stalemate lasted, but Bai Ling's little face had already appeared, and a drop of faint sweat had appeared, but he still gritted his teeth and held on.

"Haha, Senior Sister Bai Ling, I think you will obey me, why make such a fuss." Seeing that he still had the upper hand, Fan Tian couldn't help but say very proudly.

"Shameless." Bai Ling's miserable little face was revealed, and he reprimanded Fan Tian.

"Hmph, it seems that you don't cry when you don't see the coffin." After speaking, he patted the storage bag, took out a strange magic weapon, and sacrificed it to the white spirit.

Bai Ling took out a white bottle, took out a pill and took it, his little face instantly had a hint of redness, obviously the medicinal power of the pill began to work.

As the medicinal power of the pill was refined, the spiritual power was slowly formed, and Bai Ling's own mana was also somewhat replenished, shaking the ice silk and shouting.

"Frozen Miles"

As soon as he drank out, he saw that the cold air around him fell instantly, and then he saw Fan Yu's eyes shrink involuntarily, and he quickly flew out of the spot for dozens of meters before he landed.

Looking at the place just now, a thick layer of ice has already formed, and it can be seen that if Fan Tian didn't dodge, I'm afraid he would have been frozen in it at this time.

"Little, if I don't give you some power, I really don't know how powerful my Fan Tian is."

"Waiver"

After shouting out, I saw the strange magic weapon that was sacrificed, which instantly turned into a black sword body and stabbed at Bai Ling.

Knots

After the crisp voice shouted, I saw that the ice shield around me condensed a layer again, obviously afraid of the small black sword that stabbed me.

"Broken"

Fan Tian was the most arrogant when he saw it, and injected a large amount of mana into the black sword, and then saw that the black sword was like a meteor, stabbing towards Bai Ling's ice shield.

"Bang" After the sound of a bang, and then seeing that a crack had appeared in the ice, Bai Ling, who was only anxious, gritted his teeth lightly, but at this time, there was no extra mana to perform other exercises.

casually patted the white storage bag on his waist, and saw a white shield appear in his hand, offering a sacrifice in front of him, instantly expanding by a few points, and suddenly tightening Bai Ling's body.

Looking at Bai Ling's little face again, there is still a trace of blood there, and the whole thing is like an ice-colored beauty, which is very charming.

But it is precisely because of this unearthly appearance that Fan Tian of the Qinghai-Tibet faction is so obsessed.

Fan Tian looked at Bai Ling's appearance, couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and added another force to the black little sword.

Looking at the ice shield in an instant, there was a big crack, and there was a danger of breaking the defense at any time, although there was still the defense of the white ice shield, but it was not a long-term solution, and the anxious Bai Ling stomped on the jade foot.

......

"Brother Zhang, I didn't expect you to be a person of temperament, Gongsun Ce is really honored to meet you."

Gongsun Ce put on a look of hating to see each other, and said to Zhang Yang.

"Where is Brother Gongsun, it is a great honor for me to be able to meet Brother Gongsun who is very knowledgeable and has cultivated into amazing friends." After Zhang Yang heard this, he hurriedly arched his hand and said back.

"Brother Zhang is too humble."

"Brother Gongsun's talent, I'm afraid Zhang Yang won't be able to catch up in his life, and the word "too modest" is talked about there." Zhang Yang thought about his situation, and couldn't help but look gloomy, but he quickly eased up, and said with a smile at Gongsun Ce.

"Brother Zhang, here's a poem I got from the mortal world, you take it and look at it, you will understand some meanings, and it will also help your own cultivation, although you are not a Confucian cultivator, but you can also kill time by looking at it."

Gongsun Ce said and took out a book from his arms, handed it to Zhang Yang, and said very kindly.

"Oh, then I won't refuse."

Zhang Yang did not shirk after hearing this, took it in his hand and said slowly.

"Brother Zhang is too polite, but it's just a book." Gongsun Ce said with some pride

Zhang Yang nodded to Gongsun Ce, and then opened the first chapter, only to see a collection of poems came into view: "Golden Silk Clothes" persuaded the monarch not to cherish the golden silk clothes, and persuaded the monarch to cherish the youth. The flowers can be folded straight, and the branches must be broken without flowers. ”

Looking at the interpretation of the poem, Zhang Yang couldn't help but nod after reading it, feeling that there was a hint of meaning in it.

"It seems that the poetry of this mortal world is also remarkable, and it really helps." Zhang Yang said to Gongsun Ce

"Haha, Brother Zhang really has enlightenment, why don't you only cultivate Confucianism with me, how about it?" Gongsun Ce said jokingly

"Hehe, Brother Gongsun made fun of it." Zhang Yang arched his hand, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"By the way, Brother Zhang, there are still some important things to do, so I won't delay, and I will leave first, he will definitely go to Qingyun Mountain one day and go to visit."

Gongsun Ce folded the fan, looked at the full moon on the jade plate in the air, and said to Zhang Yang.

"Brother Gongsun please, when the time comes, the friendship of the landlord will be promoted."

After Zhang Yang heard this, he hurriedly smiled at Gongsun Ce and said.

"Okay, Gongsun will say goodbye first." After speaking, he sacrificed a landscape fan, stepped on it lightly, and arched his hand to Zhang Yang.

After watching Gongsun Ce escape, he lowered his head and took out the poetry collection, and then glanced at the golden silk clothes, and opened the second chapter.

When he saw the verses inside, Zhang Yang couldn't help but fall into contemplation.

I saw that it was written: Seven steps of poetry boiled beans to burn beans, and beans cried in the kettle. This is born from the same root, so why not be in a hurry to fry each other.

Originally, when I saw the verses, I didn't feel much, but when I saw the interpretation, Zhang Yang's heart was finally shaken.

After the time when there was half a pillar of incense...

"Hey... I can't imagine that the human feelings in the world are just like this, so what is there to pursue in this world. ”

Zhang Yang slowly raised his head, looked at the entire plum blossom forest and couldn't help but sigh.

yes, what is life chasing? Why do you have a life? So why did it fall?

Zhang Yang sighed at this, suddenly took a deep breath, put the poetry collection into the storage bag, and then took out the flying sword and stepped on, driving quickly towards the depths of the plum blossom forest.

......

"I said Senior Sister Bai Ling, how good you are from me, look at your current appearance, it makes Brother Fan Tian very distressed."

Fan Tian looked at Bai Ling, who was struggling to support at this time, and said with an obscene smile.