"What's that?"

On the ring, the thunder talisman around Crane Zhenzhang's body crackled and crackled, coupled with the rapid movement around the red whistle, the wind stirred up was also chaotic, but in this chaotic and noisy environment, Crane Zhenzhang's voice of poetry was still strange and high-pitched, chic and lazy, and became the only voice that could be heard clearly in the heart of this chaotic ring......

"Peach Blossom Nunnery in Peach Blossom Dock, Peach Blossom Fairy ...... under Peach Blossom Nunnery"

"Peach Blossom Fairy Planting Peach Tree ......"

“...... and fold the flower branch as wine money!"

“......”

The voice groaned, like a stone, and instantly struck into the hearts of all the old cultivators.

Especially those who drink and read poetry books and love the meaning of poetry the most, they are even more subconsciously slightly stunned.

"This poem is good......"

The first reaction was good.

In fact, most people see good poems, and their first reaction is just to feel that their eyes are bright, and they seem to be good, and after feeling good, they subconsciously smack their eyes, and their eyes gradually light up.

"Good good ......"

"It's not just good, it's wonderful......"

“......”

It is also when this group of old cultivators, or knowledgeable people, are spontaneously curious and appreciative in their hearts, they can also see that the crane Zhenzhang who splashed ink in the ring, chanted loudly, and walked the dragon and snake with a pen, and fell on the paper word by word.

And as his handwriting fell, his mana surged out of thin air, quite a bit of pride, as if he was completely let go all of a sudden, his mind was open, and his mana was gushing like a spiritual spring, and there was a sound of hula, and the talismans around him were all stimulated by his mana and spread outward, and there were even red flowers flying, like between heaven and earth, and peach blossoms bloomed in an instant.

"Sneer......"

The figure of the demon girl Red Whistle was forced to be anxious by the mana, and was almost pushed down by the excited mana.

Suddenly turned her head to look at the crane Zhenzhang who was writing poetry, her little face was already white.

......

......

"That's what you taught this guy to do?"

Also in the building where he watched the martial arts, the goddess king was also a little curious, and turned his head to look at Fang Cun.

"This is the way it suits him!"

Fang Cun explained with a smile.

"Sister God King knows better than me, the person who is the "Book of Books" is the most difficult person to reason, on a body of mana, they read books and enlighten the Tao, raise Haoran Qi, far more pure than others, and on the law of resisting the enemy, but it is far inferior to the "Book of Arts" and "Martial Arts", if you use the seal to resist the enemy, close to foreign objects, and compete with your peers, you can't take much advantage, and not to use the seal to resist the enemy, you can only become famous through the scriptures or poems, and among them, and the scriptures are the most important, after all, the scriptures and articles can be regarded as the road to governing the world......"

"It's a pity that not everyone can make the scriptures, such as Mr. Fan, who became famous at the beginning, and geometry, most of them are just Hao's first poor scriptures, but they only end up picking up people's teeth and wisdom, and if they write the sages' scriptures, although they can also resonate with heaven and earth, defeat the enemy, but compared to writing their own articles, it is far away!"

"The same is true for poetry, poetry can be calm, writing poetry can be sparse, all of them can improve their own mana in a short period of time, and defeat the enemy, but unfortunately, the poems that can trigger the feelings of the people around them are already natural, and they are just a few of them, and how many can be written? Don't you still have to write and copy other people's poems, in this way, the power will be reduced!"

"Writing other people's poems, and the good sentences that you write to induce heaven and man, the effect is at least 100 times different!"

“......”

The goddess king turned his head to look at him and said, "This thing can also write such poems?"

"He can't!"

Fang Cun smiled: "But he's thick-skinned!"

The goddess king subconsciously raised his head, and then cast an inquiry.

Fang Cun said with a smile: "There is a big difference between writing your own poems and writing other people's poems, so if the poems you write are plagiarized, what if others don't know? Just like Mr. Fan back then, if it wasn't for the old slave next to him, who would know that one of his shocking articles was actually plagiarized? So, I also remembered, perhaps, it doesn't matter if it's my own poem, the important thing is that the skin should be thick, as long as it's thick enough, it can be regarded as my own poem, causing the heavens and the earth to shake ......."

The goddess king was silent when he heard this: "I understand the truth, but who made this poem?"

As he spoke, his eyes just turned on Fang Cun's face, looking very suspicious.

Fang Cun was dumbfounded all of a sudden, and could only show a wry smile of embarrassment.

He is not as cheeky as Tsuru Zhenzhang, he can fake poetry and still feel that wonderful realm.

So his choice is also different.

Anyway, I can't tell others that there was a surname Tang in my previous life, so whenever I "borrowed" something from my previous life, I just laughed.

If he laughs like this, others will think that he did it himself, and they will be embarrassed to admit it.

And he, he doesn't have to go through the hurdle in his heart, it's perfect!

And the goddess king saw Fang Cun's wry smile, so he couldn't help sighing, and said: "Your brother annotates the scriptures, which is extremely rare, I originally thought that you didn't have the talent in this area, but I didn't expect that you are so good at poetry, sure enough, the people of your Fang family are not simple, it's just that this kind of poetry is enough to become famous and sing, how do you say that you will give it away?"

Fang Cun's face turned red when he heard this.

I thought to myself: "I still have 300 ...... about the same poems."

"These 300 songs are not enough, there are still 300 words......"

"If you don't have enough words, I'll have no problem with my entire 300 songs......"

"So, the key is not in poetry, but in ...... cheeks"

"How did the seniors who traveled to other worlds manage to not blush......"

"Yes, it's okay to have crossed, and there are still some who haven't crossed, and they don't blush......"

“......”

At the same time, in the ring, Crane Zhenzhang had already written to the xing, and in the laughter, he waved like a dance, and his voice was clear, which actually shook the Quartet, not only forcing the red whistle to not even get close to his body, but also making a group of old cultivators happy.

"When you wake up, you only sit in front of the flowers, and when you are drunk, you have to sleep with flowers. ”

"Day after day, drunkenness, sobering year after year. ”

"I don't want to bow in front of the carriage and horses, but I hope that the old man will die in the wine room. ”

“......”

The sound is clear, resounding through the four fields, a little bit of pen and ink, condensed into golden light.

"Amazing, amazing......"

There are already some old cultivators, and they can't hold it anymore, so they pat their knees hard, and even stand up directly.

Especially the old cultivators who were secretly observing these young juniors who were secretly observing these martial arts, their beards trembled with excitement, and they said in a loud voice: "I didn't expect that the day before, I saw that the Meng family girl was so talented, and she had already seen the treasure first, but she didn't expect that today she actually saw another poet, Xiao Yuancheng, how could you see such two immortal seedlings in a short period of time?"

The other old man stared at the field and said nervously: "Such a poet, don't be killed......

......

On the side of the Leshui Sect, the sect master of the Leshui Sect was already widened in shock when he heard the first few sentences of the Hezhen Chapter, and after hearing it, his palms trembled with excitement: "The hard days have come to an end, in the past, our Leshui Sect was not good at the talismans, and the scriptures and righteousness were not ranked, but now I have raised a poetic talent, wonderful, wonderful, and I will have capital to brag with others in the future......"

Saying that, he waved his big hand: "Did he come to the sect to report the account before?"

The elder on one side muttered, "Yes, this is not in accordance with the rules......"

"It's reported!"

The sect master shouted: "In the future, his accounts will be reported to him!"

......

......

In the midst of the chaos, the demon girl Red Whistle secretly gritted her teeth, feeling the changes around Crane Zhenzhang's body, she was inexplicable, and gave birth to a sense of self-shame, as if Crane Zhenzhang, who is now writing poems, has a certain divine light on his body, this divine light, high up, and himself, but humble as mud, subconsciously, born endless awe of him.

She was shocked and anxious.

She knew that this was a sense of oppression formed by Wen Si Miaohua's shaking of the world.

She was born in the demon pen, and she once heard some ancient stories told by the elders of the clan, just like the former demon king, saw an old Confucian on the side of the road, hungry in his belly, and wanted to catch and eat, but he didn't think about it, the old Confucian was clearly powerless, but when he raised his eyes, the demon king felt that his hands and feet were heavy, and he panicked in his heart, not to mention eating people, but his knees sank all of a sudden, and he knelt in front of the other party.

At that time, she was still extremely puzzled, how could the demon king be so awe-inspiring to a mortal with such great skills?

But the elders of the clan told her: This is the wonder of Jingyi Wenhua, and it is also the reason why the human race is the master of heaven and earth!

What scared the demon king was not that old Confucian.

It is the induction of Wenhua Avenue between the old Confucian and heaven and earth.

The demon king Gu Ran could kill that old Confucian, but if he really made a move, I was afraid that in the next second, there would be a curse!

......

......

"Could it be that I'm in this situation too?"

Red Whistle gritted his teeth and desperately stirred up the murderous aura in his heart: "I can't lose, let alone lose to this person!"

So she suddenly roared, her face swelled with abnormal red, and her body was nearly twice as fast as before, like lightning, and in an instant, she bypassed the runes around Crane Zhenzhang's body that were intertwined with thunder and lightning, and held a sharp snake tooth short blade in her hand, and fiercely stabbed towards the crane Zhenzhang in the middle of the golden light floating, and it was difficult to distinguish between the virtual and the real......

By the time the stab was stabbed, she had already fought for her life.

Even if that kind of heavenly punishment is real, he will desperately kill the person in front of him......

......

So, she successfully broke through the layers of golden mist and came to that person, and it seemed that it was not as difficult as she imagined.

But when she rushed over, she suddenly saw the man, looking up at her.

The smile is clear and chic, there is no killing intent towards himself, only enjoyment.

And rushed over to meet himself, with a murderous look, but he gently lifted the pen and tapped the tip of his nose.

"Little naughty!"