Thorn Ridge, there is a wooden fairy nunnery, there are six demon kings in the nunnery, and they have already had the ability to transform into shapes, but they have not yet achieved the way of immortals.

Over the years, they have stayed quietly in the thorn ridge, studied poetry, and discussed the Tao, and their lives have been very comfortable.

The six demon kings, both men and women, sat together and drank tea, chatted about some of their cultivation experiences, and also studied the poems, the only demon king in the form of a young woman suddenly remembered something, and said: "Brothers, where is the little peach, it seems that I haven't seen him for some days recently!"

"Little sister Xingxian, I assigned him homework a few days ago and asked him to compose a poem, I haven't seen you these days, I think I'm meditating!", as the woman's words fell, a demon king next to him who looked the oldest and looked white-haired and pale said.

"Eighteenth Brother, Xiao Tao'er has just been practicing with us for a short time, and you let him compose poems by himself? Isn't this embarrassing for him? If you think too hard these days, so that you hurt your heart, won't the gains outweigh the losses?"

Listening to the words of the gray-haired old man, the young woman frowned slightly, and said with some reproach.

"Yes, yes, little sister Xingxian is right!" With the words of this young Xingxian, the two demons next to him, Ling Kongzi and the naked ghost, nodded and said with a look of approval.

"No, no, no, I still think that the eldest brother of the Eighteenth Duke is doing the right thing, and if you write poetry, you have to cultivate it from an early age!" It's just that the two demons next to him, Gu Zhigong and Fuyunsuo, opened their mouths and expressed their agreement with the words of the Eighteenth Duke.

The six demons of Thorn Ridge each have their own positions, and soon, they argued again.

However, such a scene, the six demons have long been accustomed to it.

There are different opinions on the path of practice, and even when composing poems, there are often arguments about which word is most appropriate.

It's noisy, but it's lively.

"Hello masters!"

It's just that just when these six demons were arguing because of their respective positions and opinions, the wooden body, like a puppet-like little peach, came over with a bouncing appearance, and he had long been accustomed to the situation of his six masters quarreling, and he was not surprised, and said hello.

"Little Peach, are you back?" Looking at the little peach that appeared, Xingxian may be more careful because she is the only woman, and looked at him carefully, seeing that he didn't look like a sad god, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

"How about Xiao Tao'er, for the teacher to ask you to compose a poem, have you ever made it?" Comparatively speaking, the Eighteenth Duke looked like a strict teacher, staring at Xiao Tao'er and asked.

"Master, I've made it!" Hearing the words of the Eighteenth Duke, Xiao Tao'er nodded and said.

"Oh?" This answer made the six demons of Thorn Ridge all look at each other, which was unexpected.

Writing poetry is not so easy, and in a few days, a child can write a poem? They don't believe it.

They would never be surprised if Little Peach said that she couldn't do it, but now that she had said it, it surprised them.

"Well, it's done, that's good, you can read it to a few of us, and give you some pointers!" Eighteen Gong was stunned for a moment, and then nodded and said.

Although it was made, it should obviously be a very bad limerick, right?

It's okay, even if it's a limerick, it's better than not making it at all, and a few of his own people should be able to give him something.

Eighteen Gong's words made the Xingxian next to him also react, and nodded secretly.

The thoughts in my heart are similar to those of the Eighteen Gongs, let's see for the time being, what kind of poems can a child like Xiao Tao'er make?

"Ahem, masters, listen to it, this poem, called "It's Not Worth Visiting the Garden", is a poem I wrote when I felt something, and I gave it to Master Xingxian!"

Learning from the previous appearance of Jiang Liu, she coughed dryly, and Xiao Tao'er's eyes finally fell on Xingxian's body.

Although the meaning of the whole poem is still unclear, the last sentence is related to apricots, but Xiao Taoer can hear it, so she said that she gave this poem to Xingxian.

"Sure enough, Master didn't hurt you in vain!"

Not to mention how this poem is, but Xiao Tao'er has such a poem but only gives it to herself, Xingxian s face rippled with a smile, and said with satisfaction.

Under the gaze of several demon kings, Xiao Tao'er recalled a little, and silently memorized the poem in her heart.

After making sure that there was nothing missing, he spoke: "You should pity the moss on the tooth prints, and the small buckle firewood will not be opened for a long time." The spring garden can't be closed, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall. ”

"Huh!?"

Originally, I thought that Xiao Tao'er would compose a poem, which should be a very unsmooth limerick poem, not even a limerick poem, but when such a poem came out, it made the eighteen princes and several demon kings stunned.

Great!

After studying poetry and singing for so many years, these demon kings still have the ability to taste, and they know that this poem is definitely a good product when they hear it.

"The garden is full of spring and can't be closed? A branch of red apricot comes out of the wall? Does this mean that in the spring of the garden, only the red apricot is the most unstoppable? Is this the best praise of apricot blossoms?"

Of course, Xingxian paid the most attention to the last two sentences, and after chewing the meaning of these two sentences carefully a few times, Xingxian's face couldn't help but show a smile, and she hugged the little peach and kissed it fiercely.

"Hahaha, little Tao'er, Master likes this poem very much, yes, yes, you are really a genius!"

"Wait......" It's just that although the six demons were surprised that Xiao Tao'er's poem was a good product, the eighteen princes next to him suddenly spoke, which made the atmosphere sink suddenly.

"Little Peach, you said that you should pity the tooth mark moss, which word is this clog?" asked the Eighteenth Duke staring at Xiao Tao'er seriously.

"This ......" Hearing the words of the Eighteenth Gong, Xiao Tao'er's face couldn't help but change.

He just listened to Jiang Liu read it once, and Jiang Liu didn't write it to him, how did he know?

"As far as I know, this word is a rare word, and it seems that our masters haven't taught you yet, right?"

"Master, I, I was wrong......"

With the words of the Eighteenth Duke, of course Xiao Tao'er understood that her matter was exposed, and immediately knelt down, admitting her mistakes very frankly, and had no stubborn thoughts.

"Yes, I also think there is a problem, this poem is mainly about visiting friends, knocking on the door and not opening, Xiao Tao'er, you are in this thorny ridge, how can you have such a friend? Sure enough, it was not you who made it!" As the words of the Eighteenth Duke fell, the Fuyunsuo next to him also came back to his senses and said.

"Okay, okay, don't scare the children!" Seeing their stern appearances, Xingxian took Xiao Tao'er behind her and said angrily.

While speaking, Xingxian also turned her head, looked at Xiao Tao'er, and asked, "You tell the sixth master, where did you come up with this poem?"

"Sixth Master, this, this poem I heard from the mouth of a monk on the outskirts of Thorn Ridge! I asked him for a poem, and he gave me such a poem casually!"

"A good poem, come casually!?"

Xiao Tao'er's words made the eyes of the eighteen male and several tree demons light up and looked at each other.

......

Jiang Liu and his party naturally don't know about Xiao Tao'er's side.

Anyway, I have a lot of skill points now, and looking at the state of the primary state of the Soul Returning Spell, the resurrection target is only 10% of the HP, and the cooldown time is as high as an hour.

Jiang Liu thought about it, tried, and smashed another skill point on the Soul Returning Spell, smashing the Soul Returning Curse to the intermediate level.

Sure enough, after being promoted to the intermediate level, the effect of the Soul Healing Spell has changed, 10% of the HP has become 20%, and the cooldown time of one hour has also been reduced by 10 minutes.

As soon as he thought of this, Jiang Liu had no intention of keeping it, and directly smashed the skill of the Soul Returning Spell to the highest level.

Then I looked at the attribute information of the Soul Returning Spell and was satisfied.

Soul Healing Spell (Great Perfection): Cast on a target that dies for 3600 seconds or less, it revives the target, and after resurrection, the health is 40% of the maximum health and the cooldown is 1800 seconds.

The Great Perfection's Soul Returning Spell, after resurrection, can have 40% of the health value, which is not bad, unlike the primary state of only 10%, it can be said that only the blood skin is left.

Also, the cooldown time has been reduced from an hour to half an hour.

It's just that although the skill of the Soul Returning Spell is very strong, the thought that it can only resurrect targets within an hour of death makes Jiang Liu's heart become very heavy again.

Obviously, this skill has no effect on the little white dragon.

"Hey, if you worked a little hard before, and you had already reached level 60 when the little white dragon died, wouldn't you be able to resurrect directly?" Thinking of this, Jiang Liu's heart felt a little self-blamed.

Although I have gone all the way, I have already improved my cultivation as much as possible.

However, just a little bit of the situation, it is still inevitable that Jiang Liu will blame himself a little, and it is best to work harder.

However, although this reincarnation spell can only be cast on the target within an hour of the death time, it seems that the only limit of this skill is the time when the target dies, and there seems to be no limit to the identity and the like!?

For example, after an ordinary person dies, a Soul Returning Pill can revive and pull the soul out of the Netherworld, but after the Immortal Buddha dies, the soul will fall into the hands of the King of the Earth, and it will be extremely difficult to resurrect.

However, this time the Soul Curse doesn't seem to have this limit!?

Moreover, whether it is the resurrection of ordinary people or the resurrection of immortals and Buddhas, there must be a prerequisite, that is, the goal must not be scattered, otherwise, it will not be resurrected no matter what.

However, this Soul Curse doesn't seem to have this limit!?

If that's the case, the skill of this soul spell is definitely a divine skill, much more powerful than the abilities of the Jade Emperor and the Buddha!

Of course, can the immortal Buddha be resurrected, and can the soul of the person be resurrected? This is just speculation from the situation shown by the skill attribute information.

Will it really be possible? This will have to be met with such a goal in the future, and it will be known after trying it.

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Sogou