Mr. Big and Li Yunsheng stood at the foot of Qinglian Peak, letting the fine raindrops fall on their bodies, looking up at the top of the mountain in the mist. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Mountains are good mountains. ”

Mr. Big exclaimed.

Both of them are dressed in dark Confucian clothes, their bodies are as straight as tree trunks, one old and one young, one tall and one short like two green pines at the foot of the mountain.

"It's not as good as autumn water. ”

Li Yunsheng retracted his gaze and said very seriously.

"Naturally. ”

Mr. Big answered proudly.

However, Li Yunsheng's words did not come from arrogance towards Qiushui, but Li Yunsheng's spirit sensed that this Qinglian Peak was indeed inferior to Qiushui regardless of the mountain situation or the surrounding heaven and earth aura.

After setting off, the two of them didn't stay for a moment, and went straight to Qinglian Peak from Qiushui, but even if there was a big gentleman with a sword, it still took an hour for the two of them to see, which shows the vastness of Qinglian Immortal Mansion.

Although they had been looking at this mountain peak for a long time, the two of them did not prepare to go up the mountain today, but walked towards the col south of Qinglian Peak.

There is a ten-mile peach orchard in the col to the south of Qinglian Peak, which is where the qi veins of the entire Qinglian Peak are located, and the whole immortal mansion is the most prosperous spiritual energy here except for the autumn water, and it is the place that Qinglian Mansion is most proud of.

In March, the peach blossoms begin to bloom like a splendid and beautiful harvest, and every now and then, Qinglian Mansion will convene the famous people of Xianfu to hold the Qinglian Poetry Meeting until the day when the peach blossoms wither.

Now that the time is in April, when the peach blossoms will wither, today will be the last day of the Qinglian Poetry Festival.

Walking to the entrance of the col, Mr. Big suddenly stopped and said:

"Since this is a poetry meeting, do you and I also have to prepare a poem or two? ”

"Can't write. ”

Li Yunsheng shook his head and said.

"I can't write poetry, but I can?"

Mr. Big then asked.

"Whose poetry does Mr. Big want to listen to?"

Li Yunsheng thought for a while and asked.

Mr. Yan turned his head with a smile, and said as he walked towards the dark entrance of the mountain pass:

"Think about it and help me pick a poem that you think fits right. ”

After saying that, he put his hand on the hilt of the Kaishan Sword at his waist.

I saw that at the entrance of the mountain pass, an old man in cloth with a cane appeared at some point.

"Have you figured it out?"

"I've thought about it. ”

"Then remember that when chanting, the voice should be loud, otherwise I am afraid that the wind will be too strong and I will not be able to hear clearly. ”

After saying this, the mountain sword in Mr. Big's hand came out of his body little by little with a slight "roar".

At this time, a group of figures hidden in the shadows appeared behind the old man in cloth.

"Then I read it. ”

Looking at that group of people, Li Yunsheng frowned, and from those people, he felt a strong killing intent rushing towards him.

"Fifteen or twenty years old. ”

"Win the horse on foot. ”

He sank into his body, and a clear voice came out of his body.

At this time, the group of people behind the old man had already killed Mr. Big with swords in hand.

Hearing this, Mr. Big didn't speak, just grinned, and then opened the mountain with a tearing sound, brazenly unsheathed, and cut a figure who rushed in half with a sword.

As if waiting for the next sentence, Mr. Big put down his sword, opened the wine gourd and poured a sip of wine, and then looked at the two assassins who rushed out of the crowd with a calm expression.

"Shoot the white-fronted tiger in Zhongshan, and be willing to count the yellow beards!"

Behind him, Li Yunsheng's voice sounded, and Mr. Big followed with a sword in his hand, swinging two swords as if splashing ink as he walked.

Kill one with one sword.

After a brief period of temptation, the group of Assassins no longer hesitated and began to swarm.

"One body has fought three thousand miles, and one sword has been a million divisions. ”

"Good poetry!"

For the danger in front of him, Mr. Big raised his head and took another sip of wine without checking it at all, leaned back, dodged a sword lightly, and then opened the mountain to support the ground, his body flipped up, and then a sword slashed out, the sword was like a gale, and the three assassins who were not in a hurry to dodge were wrenched into pieces.

Kill three people with one sword.

"The Han soldiers are as fast as thunderbolts, and the captives are afraid of thistles. ”

Li Yunsheng's voice sounded again, his voice became clearer and clearer, and his tone became more and more majestic, but to the ears of the group of assassins, it was like a poem urging them, which made them shudder.

......

On the last day of the Qinglian Poetry Meeting, the Xianfu attaches great importance to it, and invites great Confucians, talented and beautiful people.

Among them, the most famous among the younger generation is Liu Zilu, although it has become famous in the past two years, but whether it is poetry or cultivation talent is first-class among the peers, last year's song Qinglian Fu, the name of the immortal mansion, everyone rushed to circulate, and even was changed to lyrics and songs to sing in the room.

And this Liu Zilu was born with a good appearance, and it is not an exaggeration to say that his appearance is Sai Pan'an, so at the beginning of his fame, countless Xianfu girls fell in love.

This time, knowing that he was going to participate in the Qinglian Poetry Club, not only the Qinglian Immortal Mansion, but also many beautiful ladies from other state capitals rushed to Qinglian.

Therefore, at this poetry meeting, everywhere Liu Zilu went, there were flowers everywhere, and the scenery around him was simply more beautiful than the peach blossoms in the past ten miles, which attracted the envy of everyone. Many of the children of the family who were left out in the cold saw it itching, but they had no choice but to see that this Liu Zilu cultivation was amazing, and there was the support of the sect behind him, otherwise he would have been done in secret.

"A bunch of waste. ”

Feeling the resentful gaze of the children of the family behind him, Liu Zilu, who always maintained a faint smile on his face, scolded in his heart.

He was very satisfied with this Qinglian poetry meeting, he enjoyed the feeling of being noticed the most, and the same was true for learning poetry and swords, as soon as he thought that one of his poems could make waves in the entire Xianfu and even the ten states, he couldn't help but turn up the corners of his mouth.

Just a movement of the corners of the mouth, the girl who surrounded her on the side turned crimson and her heart was beating.

"Senior Brother Zilu, can you help me see this new poem I wrote. ”

A young girl finally mustered up the courage and handed a pink letter to Liu Zilu.

After rejecting many people before, Liu Zilu finally took the letter from the girl's hand this time.

For the thoughts of these girls, Liu Zilu has long been aware of it, he can't accept everyone's, but he can't accept all of them, which must be well controlled, and who to accept is also very important, this is the same as cultivation is a science, and if you learn well, you can be invincible in the ten thousand flowers.

Sure enough, Liu Zilu's actions caused the girls around him to scream, so the girls around him had an extra layer.

However, this poetry meeting, for Liu Zilu, there are still some fly in the ointment.

Flattered, he rejected the letterhead from the other girls, and casually looked under a large peach tree to the east.

I saw that under the peach tree, a white-clothed cold-faced girl was sitting at the table under the tree, looking thoughtfully at the peach orchard in front of her.

Like Liu Zilu, there were many men present whose eyes were cast on the girl under the peach tree, intentionally or unintentionally.

Liu Zilu frowned, as if he had made up his mind, and said goodbye to the girls beside him, and walked towards the peach tree.

"Senior Sister Frost, what are you looking at?"

Coming to the peach tree, Liu Zilu showed a smile that he thought he couldn't resist even if he was a Nine Heavens Xuannu.