An old man walked out of the crowd of Qingfeng Country, jumped on the high platform quickly, took out an elixir from his arms and stuffed it into the mouth of the unconscious young monk, the elixir seemed to contain a strong aura, and in an instant, the gushing blood stopped his head, and the claw marks on his chest slowly healed, and his pale face due to excessive blood loss also showed a ruddy ......

Lin Xingfeng was amazed, this is a good thing, a must-have magic medicine for fights and brawls, the favorite of reckless people! Go up and send a wave, and a pill afterwards can not only stop the bleeding, but also grow meat.

The young man groaned, woke up slowly, staggered up and looked at Long Changshan on the opposite side, and then looked at the old man next to him, bowed down and saluted with his fists, his expression was full of gratitude, and he was very sincere.

I wanted to fight to the death, drain the blood and turn it into a blood dragon, and I was also responsible for my recklessness, but I didn't die, and I also entered the ranks of the third-grade monks, and the old man of Qingfeng Country in front of him rescued him again and stopped his injuries, so he really should thank the two of them.

The old man stroked his beard and smiled softly: "Second Master Lin, this Junjie is also a happy event when he enters the third grade, so my Guiling Pill is also given to him, and I only have one Guiling Pill," he bowed to Lin Yucai with a very low posture, "I also hope that Second Master Lin will raise his noble hand, this is a matter of adding money... It would be nice to skip the matter of adding money. After speaking, the old face turned red, and his appearance was very cute.

Lin Xingfeng was instantly happy, this old man is still a lover! It's all like this, but I still love that elegant thing, it's really funny.

Seeing that Lin Yucai didn't answer, the old man raised his eyes and saw Lin Erye standing, and there was a handsome young man sitting in front of him, smiling, looking very pleasing, and he instantly understood, and then hugged his fists and said: "I have a small knife, I like it very much, the knife body is engraved, it is very delicate, so I gave it to Lin Xiaohouye, and I hope that Xiaohou Ye will not shirk it." ”

Lin Xingfeng watched a ball of aura wrapped around an object and floated gently towards him, and when he arrived in front of him, the aura dissipated, and a small short knife lay quietly on his robe. Start slightly cool, the scabbard is earthy yellow, I don't know what wood is made of, gently pull out the short knife, the knife body is engraved with patterns, it is very exquisite, a few exquisite small characters at the end, the workmanship is very fine, take a closer look, on the book

"I wish for eternal life".

Lin Xingfeng liked it very much, so he put it in his arms, got up and bowed to the old man on the stage.

Lin Yucai saw that his nephew liked the knife very much, and the old man was also very good at things, so he said: "Huang Xiangguo is also interested, since Xiaofeng likes this short knife very much, the previous matter of adding money will be stopped." I also hope that Huang Xiangguo will not go around some fancy intestines. ”

When the people of Qingfeng Country heard that the master opened his mouth and no longer added money, they immediately cheered, and they all hugged their fists and shouted to the old man in Taichung, "Xiangguo Gaoyi!" ”

Lin Xingfeng was dumbfounded, "Xiangguo Gaoyi"? How dare this special mother be called Gaoyi? Is this old embryo sacrificing his life and death for the country and the people, or is he honest and noble and not afraid of the powerful? It's not, it's just to spend less money on visiting the green house!

On the stage, Huang Xiangguo smiled and bowed his head, very satisfied, hugged his fist at the referee of the imperial capital, and the old man returned the salute. Long Changshan saw that Xiangguo was here, so he had nothing to do, so he stepped down, thinking that this competition not only ruined his reputation, but also became a whole family into the third grade, which is really hateful! There was a hint of unhappiness and a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes, which was in stark contrast to the cheerful Qingfeng people.

Huang Xiangguo stood in Taichung and said loudly: "The people in the Holy Wasteland have a hearty and thick temperament, I am not as good as the Qingfeng Country, in the previous competition, you were fearless and fearless, and fought bravely, let me admire." ”

Everyone in the wasteland looked happy and straightened their chests, as if the old man was praising himself. Lin Xingfeng is very good, hearty is a straight-hearted tendon without any bad thoughts, thick is honest and honest, together it is a reckless man, no brain! This old man can fool and talk.

The old man then spoke: "As the saying goes, there is no first in literature, there is no second in martial arts, and the previous four games were all won and lost, so in this fifth game, let's give up the martial arts and come to the literary fight, so as not to hurt the harmony again." Looking at Lin Yucai again, "Second Master Lin, you said it was good to have a literary fight?" ”

As soon as Second Master Lin wanted to speak, everyone in the Holy Wasteland kept shouting, "It's easy to say, let's have a literary fight." ”

"That's right, there is no second article, it's good to have a literary fight!"

"Yes, yes, Wendou is good, it doesn't hurt and anger."

Shangguan Xue frowned, and Lin Xingfeng looked like he was watching a play. This group of reckless people, people are in camp step by step, and their words are also very exquisite, you still have to fight in martial arts, who will fight you rough billets in a literary fight?

Lin Xingfeng was in a good mood, looking at these reckless men who were very proud of being immersed in praise, he was very funny in his heart.

Time always passes inadvertently, and after a few fights, it is already sunset. The golden afterglow shines on the fourth floor, and some of the courtyards are draped in golden veils.

Huang Xiangguo looked at the courtyard from afar, admired the afterglow of the sunset, and looked at the several plum blossoms sticking out of the wall of Wangmei Pavilion.

With a flick of his sleeves, rice paper floats in front of him, and he holds a pen to concentrate on painting.

Everyone didn't make a sound to disturb, and after a while, Huang Xiangguo put away his pen and ink, gently blew out a breath of aura, the rice paper was flipped, and a picture was presented in front of everyone.

The bright moon hangs high, a few plum blossoms quietly bloom branches, a stream flows tactfully, flows down around the plum blossoms, a few green-shirted travelers sit by the stream, some people bring wine and invite people to accompany them, some people look at the silent plum blossoms and are fascinated, some people stroke the piano with a smile, everything seems so beautiful.

Huang Xiangguo coughed softly to wake up the people who were looking at the painting, "Shicai looked at the plum blossoms exposed on the wall, and remembered that he once went on a night trip with his friends to enjoy the plum blossoms. ”

"This fifth literary fight, then a poem for this painting, there must be a bright moon, plum blossoms, and flowing water. But as long as everyone in the Holy Wasteland can make a song, even if it is just one sentence, I, Qingfeng Country, will admit defeat. ”

In an instant, everyone in the Holy Desolate Region panicked!

"Who said yes, huh? Who said yes! ”

"That is, we would rather compete in martial arts, isn't it difficult for us to compose poetry!"

"Huang Xiangguo, let's change to martial arts, how can we write poems in this literary fight......

The screams of bitterness are continuous, and these barbarians regret it! Lin Xingfeng was very happy, and his eyebrows fluttered and his appearance made Shangguan Xue very suspicious, and Second Master Lin also looked at his cheerful nephew very puzzled.

Lin Xingfeng smiled and said: "Hahaha, I am happy to look at the appearance of these rough blanks, and I dare to fight without weighing myself, hahaha, Wendou is so wow, it doesn't hurt the peace, hahaha, you deserve it, it's a big mess!" ”

Shangguan Xue was happy, and Lin Xingfeng, who was looking at the treasure, also laughed, and looked at the people who were scratching their ears and scratching their cheeks, and everyone who was thinking hard also felt funny. Second Master Lin was also happy, but the people who looked at the thinking also hurriedly thought about it, after all, Wendou had already settled.

Lin Erye frowned and looked around, trying to find some inspiration, suddenly looked at the whiteness on the chest of the building manager, and then looked at the bright moon of the flower roll in the stand. The building steward glanced at the second master, ignored it, and was also thinking about making a poem.

Seeing that everyone in the audience was thinking hard, Huang Xiangguo was not in a hurry, he stroked his beard with one hand and put the other behind him, seeing that everyone was thinking hard, only the little marquis was talking and laughing with the girl next to him, and he also recognized the woman, who was the princess of the wasteland, I heard that she had excellent cultivation talent and was very smart, and she thought that she had a good work in her heart, so she no longer looked at the two.

After a while, there was still no answer, and the old man wanted to speak, but when he saw Second Master Lin coughing slightly, he stared at Second Master Lin with puzzled eyes. When he cultivated like this, if he wanted to know what the sound was in the field, he would not be able to escape from his ears.

Second Master Lin looked at the audience, and saw that everyone in the Holy Desolate Region was still thinking, so he was very proud, and coughed solemnly, the sound of spiritual energy wrapping, the sound was very loud, and everyone stopped thinking and looked at him curiously.

The second master smiled, bowed slightly, and said with a smile: "I don't have much talent, but I have an occasional sentence, and if I think about it carefully, it will meet your requirements, there is a moon, there is water and plum blossoms." ”

Everyone applauded, and the old man was also very happy when he heard this, looked at Second Master Lin and said, "I also hope that Second Master Lin will teach you." ”

Second Master Lin nodded, and said loudly: "The jade rabbit hangs high in the stream, and the plum is also red, and the people are also red." Yan shook his head very proudly, and his appearance was very much like a literati who wrote poetry.

Everyone in the Holy Desolate Domain cheered loudly: "Gao Cai! "Wonderful!"

"Good poems, good poems, the second master's poems are good, I'm ashamed of myself"

"Old man, what's the matter, Second Master Lin's poem has been in line with it!"

The quiet thinking suddenly changed to a bustle, since you can't do it yourself, someone has done it, forget it, and it is worth being happy without bothering to think about it.

The lewd man hugged the enchantress in his arms, and the enchantress twisted her waist and rubbed against his strong muscles

It's very charming. Looking at Lin Erye, he saw that the building manager beside him was exposed, the mountain peaks were towering, and the man was happy, "The jade rabbit hangs high in the stream, and the plum is also red, and the people are also red!" Hehe, what a poem, it's wonderful! "It was a loud voice.

The enchantress in her arms looked delighted, "Does the master also understand poetry?" ”

The man smiled evilly and said, "Ye is a reckless man, although he doesn't understand poetry, but I understand you." After speaking, he pinched it again, and the enchantress blushed and smiled at the man.

The building steward blushed, remembering that the second master had swept over him, and suddenly asked the second master: "Second master, but the slave family made the second master feel it, and he was able to write this poem on the spot?" ”

Second Master Lin was silent, looking very proud. Lin Xingfeng was amazed in his heart, he was indeed talented! It's nasty! Hahaha, my uncle is very talented.

On the stage, Huang Xiangguo's face turned red, and he was both ashamed and couldn't help sighing, it was really difficult for these barbarians. He heard what the beautiful woman said very clearly, and since Second Master Lin nodded and admitted, he also understood what the jade rabbit meant, but literally, it did meet the requirements.

Huang Xiangguo restrained his emotions and said softly: "Barely compliant, it can be regarded as fine... It can be regarded as exquisite, Second Master Lin is quick to think. The old man himself couldn't comment on it, especially after knowing the truth, it was very difficult to comment, and then he said aloud.

"In this fifth literary fight, since the Holy Wasteland has made a poem, it will be considered as a win, in this competition, my Qingfeng Country will lose, and the small courtyard will no longer fight." bowed to everyone and walked towards the stage.

Qingfeng Country was dissatisfied, shouting, "Can this also be called poetry? Long Changshan said loudly: "We did lose this competition, but everyone in the wasteland is thinking hard, only the princess and Lin Xiaohou are laughing, presumably the princess has a masterpiece, you might as well show it to us, so that I can appreciate it." He stared at the two of them.

Shangguan Xue blushed for a while, Shicai and Lin Xingfeng looked at everyone without thinking, seeing that this person was suddenly in trouble, they were very embarrassed, and their delicate bodies trembled slightly while holding on to the chair. Lin Xingfeng was furious, this dog thief is really not a thing, relying on cultivation to bully the weak, and now he dares to make fun of my daughter-in-law.

Lin Xingfeng held Shangguan Xue's little hand and gently squeezed it to make her relax. The hand is smooth and delicate, and he retracts his hand and puts it under his nose and sniffs it, which is very fragrant.

He stood up and glanced at Long Changshan, then stared at Huang Xiangguo, who was about to step down, and said loudly: "Yes, the princess has a masterpiece, wait and listen quietly - the shadow is sparse and the water is shallow, and the dark fragrance floats in the moon dusk." After speaking, he ignored the crowd, pulled Shangguan Xue and planned to leave.

The old man jumped over the high platform to stop the two, and hurriedly said: "Please ask the little marquis to chant the whole poem", and after speaking, he bowed.

Although the gift is very large, and there is a friendship of sending knives, Lin Xingfeng's mood came up, how could he pay attention to him, so he said dissatisfiedly: "Go and go, how can there be a whole poem, and there are occasional good sentences, don't bother us." He looked very impatient.

Huang Xiangguo is very embarrassed and very eager, these two sentences of Yongmei can be said to be the plum blossom style to write the end, there are these two sentences in front, who dares to raise the pen and write plum blossoms.

Seeing the two people who were far away, Huang Xiangguo said loudly to the two of them, "Please stay here, can the little marquis make another song, no matter what the poetry is, I, Huang Qianmei, am willing to do one thing for the Lin family, no, two!" I am willing to do two things for the Lin family to go to the soup and fire, even if it is a loss of life, it will not be postponed! Everyone was shocked, saying that what happened to this old minister, he was willing to die for a poem.

The two looked back, Shangguan Xue looked at Huang Lao Xiangguo curiously, but Lin Xingfeng was very impatient, but this kind of second-grade monk is beneficial to my Lin family, and it is also a good thing to have a good helper.

"Tell me, which one do you want?"

"I also hope that the little marquis will make a poem with plum and snow." Huang Xiangguo bowed, glanced at Shangguan Xue, and stared at Lin Xingfeng with blazing eyes.

Lin Xingfeng smiled slightly, glanced back at the beauty, and pinched the princess's soft, Shangguan Xue blushed with shame, and wanted to withdraw her hand, but he pinched it tightly.

Huang Xiangguo looked at the two people in front of him and sighed again and again, only to hear Lin Xingfeng say, "Mei Xue is not willing to descend in spring, and people are squeezing their pens and paying for the chapter." The plum and snow are three points white, but the snow loses the plum and a piece of fragrance. ”

After Lin Xingfeng finished speaking, he pulled Shangguan Xue and left without looking back.