Sound from the outside world?

Shen Lang's mind changed slightly, and he immediately returned to the real world.

I saw a stunning woman in an ink skirt standing outside the door, who was the one who made a bet with him at the river god festival and then danced on the waves.

"It's you! Who are you? ”

Shen Lang was surprised and a little vigilant.

This is a master who can Ling Bo microstep, although he doesn't know what kind of Tao he is cultivating, but he will definitely not be an ordinary dancer.

The woman in the ink skirt did not answer him, but put her hands behind her back in front of her, holding a rolled piece of rice paper in her hand.

When the rice paper was opened, one of the golden lights flashed.

Shen Lang's eyes widened, he saw the content on the paper, isn't this the Luo Shen Fu he wrote?!

"Soaring like a frightening flood, graceful like a dragon. Rong Yao autumn chrysanthemum, Huamao spring pine. The hair is like the moon covered by light clouds, and the fluttering is like the snow of the flowing wind. Looking at it from afar, it is as bright as the sun rising to the morning glow; Forced to observe it, the scorching waves appeared. ”

The voice of the woman in the ink skirt is as crisp as jade, and it is like the song of birds in the empty mountain, which makes people feel calm.

"How is my poem in your hands?"

The woman in the ink skirt did not answer, but continued to chant softly.

"The aftermath is pleasing to its beauty, and the heart is oscillating but not pleasant. Unscrupulous media to pick up the joy, relying on microwaves and excuses. May the sincerity be the first, and the jade will be the ......"

When she read this, a faint flush suddenly appeared on her white face.

“…… Feeling the abandonment of words, hesitation and suspicion. Accept the harmony and quiet ambition, and Shen Li to prevent self-sufficiency. ”

After reading, she carefully rolled up the rice paper, a pair of apricot eyes were raised, and the burning gaze fell on Shen Lang's face.

The last paragraph of this ...... What does that mean? ”

Shen Lang's old face turned red, how can this be explained?

When Cao Zijian wrote this, he was ...... dumplings No, I can't forget my sister-in-law, and the full text is how beautiful my sister-in-law is, how good my sister-in-law is, and I like my sister-in-law so much.

Of course, the word sister-in-law was replaced by Roselle.

The woman in the ink skirt snorted coldly, and a pair of eyes flashed brightly: "Bad prodigal, dare to blaspheme the river god!" ”

Shen Lang was taken aback, this hat is not easy to wear.

"How can I blaspheme the river god? I feel it! Shen Lang's face was full of emotion, and his eyes were full of longing and yearning, "The river god Niangniang protects the people on the riverside, and is merciful and generous. In my imagination, Niangniang must be a country and a city, graceful and luxurious, elegant temperament, and beautiful appearance. Every time I think of this, I can't help but fall in love with the river god. ”

"This is sincere, and there is no blasphemy!"

Looking at Shen Lang's serious explanation, the woman in the ink skirt showed a strange look on her face.

"Have you ever seen the river god Niangniang?"

"I have never seen it, but I have been friends for a long time." After Shen Lang finished speaking, his face sank, and he said, "It's a girl, shouldn't you explain first, my poem has obviously been burned, but why is it in your hands?" ”

The woman in the ink skirt said lightly: "This poem was given to me by you, so it is naturally in my hands." ”

Shen Lang shook his head and smiled: "How could this article be given to you, it's obviously ......"

Before he finished speaking, his face changed slightly, and his eyes widened as he looked at the woman in front of him.

"Impossible!" Shen Lang said in a low voice.

"Why can't it?"

The woman in the ink skirt raised her hand between the faint words, and her fingers swayed slightly, and she saw that on the Lan River, the originally calm river water actually swayed with the woman's fingers, setting off waves of waves.

Shen Lang's mind was a little confused, this is the world of Xianxia, there are eight major cultivation systems, and there are demons and monsters staring at the alien race.

Let's just say, it doesn't seem strange that there are river gods.

But......

But standing in front of him like this still gave him a strong sense of unreality.

Seeing that Shen Lang's face was blue and white for a while, the woman in the ink skirt snorted lightly and suddenly raised her hand.

The huge waves on the Lanjiang River were suddenly monstrous, and the entire Lanjiang River was cut out of thin air!

The river turned into a tornado and rushed straight up from the river, hovering in the air, and rushed towards Xiaolou.

", slow down!" Shen Lang shouted.

The waterspout, which had fallen above the small building, suddenly stopped.

"Now you believe it?" The woman in the ink skirt spoke lightly.

"I believe it, and I ask my mother to take back her magical powers."

Shen Lang smiled bitterly, if you don't believe it, the house will be gone.

However, this is really the river god Niangniang, could it be a fake?

There should be no fake, on the day of the river god festival, on the bank of the Lanjiang River, the Lanjiang River was also cut off with a large amount of money.

Finding death is not such a way to find death.

Shen Lang inexplicably thought that not long ago, she pretended to be a dancer and danced on the river.

So here's ...... Really●I'm pretending to be myself?

The woman in the ink skirt snorted lightly and waved her hand slightly, and the waterspout immediately retreated into the river.

The waves on the Lanjiang River were undisturbed, as if the scene just now had never appeared.

Shen Lang looked a little sad, he knew that he wouldn't copy Luo Shenfu.

He can understand Cao Zijian's mood of wanting to eat dumplings, but the key is that now that dumplings come to ask for guilt, it will not be easy to deal with.

Zijian mistook me!

"If Niangniang is here because the poem is offended, Shen Lang will make amends to Niangniang here." Shen Lang respectfully saluted the woman in the ink skirt.

It's all been caught by thieves, what else is there to say.

Shen Lang secretly pondered as he spoke, and he didn't seem to be angry when he saw her expression.

The corners of the woman in the ink skirt curled up undetectably, and a look of narrowness flashed in her eyes, but she immediately returned to that cold expression.

She snorted lightly and said lightly: "It is a big crime to desecrate this palace, but this palace will not care about you for the time being." I want to ask you today, what do you mean by this half of the poem to sacrifice to the river god? ”

Shen Lang sighed and said, "It's not that I don't want to finish writing, but I can't." ”

The woman in the ink skirt frowned and said, "Why?" ”

Shen Lang said: "Niangniang, do you know that this article has become a town?" ”

The woman in the ink skirt hummed softly: "I know." ”

"The talent required for Zhenguo's poetry is too huge, and Xiaosheng has exhausted his talent when he writes here, and he can't continue, so he has to stop writing!"

Shen Lang's face was sad, and he seemed to be distressed because he couldn't do it in one go. That distressed look is not much different from Li Shu, Lin Dong and others.

The woman in the ink skirt moved slightly, and her voice softened a little: "Is the body okay?" ”

"Thank you for your concern, it's okay to rest for a while."

"That's fine......" The woman in the ink skirt nodded.

As soon as Shen Lang wanted to thank her, he heard her continue: "...... Since it's all right, let's put pen to paper. ”

Write?

Shen Lang was shocked, the capitalists are not so ferocious, shouldn't it be normal for me to rest for two days first? Besides, I don't even know your name, so if you keep copying it, it's a big problem.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Dare to ask the name of the mother." ”

The woman in the ink skirt said lightly: "Luo." ”

"Lowe?"

Shen Lang was a little surprised, this happened to bump into?

The woman in the ink skirt snorted lightly: "Since you are named after Luo Ling, this palace will fulfill your heart, and in the future, you will be named after Luo." She said and glanced at Shen Lang, "But it's not appropriate?" ”

"Right, right, how can it be inappropriate for the mother to speak?!" Shen Lang hurriedly replied.

"Well, now that you have a name, then you are bothering to give this palace a surname." The woman in the ink skirt said coldly.

Shen Lang's eyes widened, his mind full of incredulity.

Naturally, he didn't notice that when the woman in the ink skirt said this, her five fingers, which were as crisp as green onions, subconsciously grabbed the corners of her underwear.

It wasn't until the cold gaze of the woman in the ink skirt came over that Shen Lang came back to his senses and said tentatively: "Niangniang, is it okay to Zhen Zi?" ”

"Zhen?" The woman in the ink skirt pondered for a moment, "Zhen ...... Zhen Luo. ”

Shen Lang was a little nervous, and even more excited.

Naming the river god, what level of operation is this, and Her Majesty the Empress is not good today, right?

"Yes." The woman in the ink skirt finally nodded slightly.

Shen Lang's heart suddenly relaxed, and there was even a faint sense of pleasure in his heart about what he had achieved by playing games in his previous life.

Zhen Luo said: "The name is already there, but you haven't written yet?" ”

Shen Lang came back to his senses at this time, this river god lady came to pick up poems.

"Niangniang, I'll go get a pen and paper later."

"No need."

Zhen Luo said lightly, and when he raised his hand, a brush with a shimmering light appeared in front of Shen Lang out of thin air.

"It's ......"

Zhen Luo's voice was cold, and he said: "This is what I got unintentionally, I kept it for no use, and I will give it to you today, which can be regarded as a thank you for giving poetry." ”

Shen Lang stretched out his hand and grabbed it in his hand, and the place in his hand was cold but not cold, like grasping a piece of cold jade. He could even faintly feel that there was a faint surge of talent in this money.

This is...... Wenbao?!

He naturally knew that what the river god Niangniang sent could not be a big road goods, but what he didn't expect was that it turned out to be a precious treasure!

It is said that each piece of Wenbao is at least cultivated by a scholar in the realm of sages for many years before it can be evolved. Moreover, many Wenbao will even be sealed with Taoist supernatural powers because of the great power of the battle.

"This gift is too precious, I don't dare to ask for it......" Shen Lang hurriedly handed the pen back.

Zhen Luo's eyes lowered slightly, and he said lightly: "How can you take back what was sent by this palace?" And it is of no use to me, and it is fitting to give it to you today. ”

Shen Lang hesitated, then saluted: "Since this is the case, Shen Lang has thanked Niangniang." ”

Immediately turned around and went into the house to get the inkstone, and after polishing the ink, he took the scroll of poetry from Zhen Luo's hand.

Just slightly concentrating, he immediately picked up the pen and began to continue.

"Er is a mixture of spirits, fate and roaring, or play a clear stream......"

"So the wind was closed, and the waves were still ...... after the river"

So Yue Bei Lan. After Nangang, Su Ling, back to Qingyang ......"

So he put down his back and stayed with his feet...... He tried to resist the strategy, but he couldn't go. ”

Close.

Shen Lang also put a lot of thought into writing this Luo Shen Fu, mainly the various place names and names in it. Fortunately, during this time, I specialized in various books, and finally managed to find the right people and place names to fill in.

quietly glanced at Zhen Luo, and saw that she was beautiful and slightly cheeky, and was looking carefully.

After a moment, Zhen Luo's face showed a look of satisfaction.

Shen Lang smiled slightly, and suddenly took out a piece of rice paper and threw it on the original.

"There's another paragraph ahead, would you like to read it?"

"Anything else ahead?" Zhen Luo looked surprised, "Then don't you write it to the palace!" ”

Shen Lang originally didn't plan to write out the front, after all, the first paragraph of Luo Shenfu is an overview of Cao Zhi's itinerary, and it is quite troublesome to change.

However, Zhen Luo gave Wenbao away, if she was still allowed to read this incomplete article, Shen Lang always felt that she couldn't go away.

When Zhen Luo read the text, he had already typed the draft, and without hesitation, he started writing directly.

"In the sixth year of the empress, the remaining sins were committed to the nobles and avoided the countryside. Boat on the Lanjiang River, the god of Wensi water, called Zhenluo ......"

When the last sentence "What is it?" I want to hear it. After writing, he turned it to the paper just now, and added "Yu Zhizhi said:" Its shape," was added to the front.

At this point, the whole Luo Shen Fu is truly complete.

At this moment, the two manuscripts actually floated in the air.

In a burst of gold, the two pages gradually closed, and finally turned into a golden scroll!

"This ...... How is this ......" Shen Lang was speechless.

Zhen Luo's face was also filled with surprise: "Half of the Zhenguo, the whole text is shocking...... This full text turned out to be a stunning work! ”

With a flick of her long sleeves, a divine light shrouded the golden scroll, so that Wenhua in it did not show half of it.

"Amazing?"

Shen Lang was a little puzzled, he had only heard of the county, Dafu, Mingzhou, and Zhenguo, but he had never heard of the saying that there was such a thing as shocking.

Zhen Luo said slowly: "Zhenguo is not the highest quality, and there are amazing works on it. If this manuscript is put into the palace, it can not only suppress the luck of a country, but also remove the turnip and save the essence, so that the national fortune is more pure and condensed; If it is put into the sect sect, it can ensure that the sect has a strong and talented talent within a hundred years; If it is used for attack, it can cut off a layer of national fortune from the enemy; If it is used as a defense, it is unbreakable if it is not a saint. ”

Shen Lang's heart pounded when he heard it.

What is it?

Offensive and defensive nuclear weapons?

Zhen Luo stared at Shen Lang's eyes and said, "At the beginning, I thought it was just a work of Zhenguo, so I came to ask for it." Who would have thought that it would be a shocking text, if you want to get it back, this palace can return it to you. ”

Shen Lang was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Niang Niang just said that there is no reason to take back the things that were sent, but at this moment she said that she wanted to return it to me, doesn't this look down on me Shen Lang?" This text is the sacrifice and the mother, you can rest assured that it is. ”

Zhen Luo's beautiful eyes flashed with a strange brilliance, and after a while, he said slowly: "This palace has already explained the function of this article very clearly, if you give it to this palace again, then this palace will really accept it." ”

Shen Lang hugged his fists and smiled: "Shen Lang gave this article to Niangniang, and I hope that Niangniang will not dislike it." ”

Zhen Luo's snow-white teeth bit his lip lightly, bowed slightly to Shen Lang, and said, "Thank you Shen Gongzi in this way." ”

"Mother's welcome." Shen Lang returned the salute.

Zhen Luo took a deep breath and said, "Young Master Shen, you're ready." ”

Shen Lang was stunned, and before he could react, he saw Zhen Luo raise his hand and point at the golden scroll.

A golden light erupted from the small mouth the size of a fingertip, surging towards Shen Lang's eyebrows.

"Boom" with a loud bang.

Shen Lang felt as if his head had been broken in an instant, and countless golden breaths poured into his mind.

The dead trees in the misty world emitted a nine-colored brilliance, and the golden aura poured in and was quickly absorbed by it, and on a single trunk, two golden fruits condensed at the same time, and they ripened almost instantly.

And in the world of Lanjiang, there is a roar.

Shen Lang entered it as soon as his mind moved, and he was shocked to find that the Lanjiang River had completely changed at this moment. It's not just the Anping County section, but a whole pickup has appeared here.

His mind just moved slightly, and the entire Lanjiang River came to mind.