"The wine will be poured in, and the glass will not stop. ”

These two verses have been echoing in Nangong Qing's mind.

She doesn't know poetry, although she occasionally listens to Zhuge Guoxiang and Xuanzang's poems on weekdays, she just listens quietly on the side, and occasionally thinks that one or two sentences seem to be good, but it is only good to stay.

However, today she seems to understand the artistic conception of the whole poem, and she doesn't know where the little monk copied the verses, so she can't help but silently write down this poem.

Such a good poem, she would never believe that it was written by the little monk in front of her herself.

It's just that Nangong Qing didn't know that although this poem was a masterpiece, it was not enough for her to instantly understand the artistic conception in the poem.

However, she can understand martial arts moves.

Only Li Bai's method of using martial arts to express what has been done, and integrating poetry and martial arts, can she fully understand the power of the temple.

In the silent woods, the girl stood there for a long time.

The shock in Li Bai's heart was no less than that of Nangong Qing, he seemed to realize something.

This time, he shouldn't be as simple as creating an original exercise, but may have created a genre.

In my mind, I kept replaying the poems I had read in my previous life, as if each poem had a set of moves corresponding to it, and these moves were varied and vivid, completely unbound by rules, and could almost do whatever I wanted.

It's completely incredible, Li Bai himself doesn't believe it when he says it.

Can the poetry written casually by literati be related to martial arts? Could it be that Li Bai, a poet immortal in his own world, is really a peerless master?

If it is really a genre that has been created, Li Bai feels that the most important thing now is to give this genre a name that can be pretended.

Well, otherwise how can you be worthy of Li Bai?

Yes, thinking of this, Li Bai nodded heavily, what is the good name?

Well, it's called Qinglian Sword Song.

......

After a long time, Yi'er first broke the silence of the grove.

"Childe, childe...... Did you write this poem?" Yi'er asked with a wink.

Of course, she can also comprehend the subtlety of the fusion of sword moves and poetry, although she doesn't understand poetry, and martial arts are just in contact, and she can't understand as much as Nangong Qing, but Li Bai is invincible in her heart.

Li Bai touched his nose, although he felt that it would be shameless if he nodded, but after all, everyone called Li Bai.

Take it and pretend to be forced, it should be fine, right?

However, before Li Bai could speak, Nangong Qing said disdainfully: "How can a little monk have this level?"

She didn't mean to look down on Li Bai, but it was impossible, in her opinion, this poem was far superior to Zhuge Guoxiang and Xuanzang, how could it be from the hand of a sixteen-year-old little monk?

"Hehe......" Li Bai didn't argue, he just snorted coldly, didn't admit it, and didn't deny it.

"Ah...... Childe, Childe, then you help Yi'er copy it down, the name of this martial art is too long, Yi'er can't remember it. Yi'er didn't get entangled, just pulled Li Bai and said.

Later, Yi'er brought paper and pen.

Li Bai was silent in front of the paper for a moment, but still began to put down the pen.

Word...... It's still so ugly.

Seeing that Nangong Qing frowned, there were a few words that she really couldn't understand, so she asked.

Li Bai glanced at her with contempt and said, "It's really uneducated, and I don't know a word." ”

Nangong Qing was so angry on the spot that her face turned red.

Is it that your font is too ugly, okay?

Who is uneducated?

The sun slowly set, the White Horse Temple near dusk was reflected red by the setting sun, the leaves rustled by the breeze, and the song "Will Enter the Wine" also rustled on the paper.

Yi'er happily held the rice paper, looked at it several times, and waited until the ink was dry, and then carefully put it into the placket.

Subsequently, Li Baishen mysteriously told Yi'er that there was still a nirvana to teach her.

With the fusion of poetry and martial arts just now, the two girls are looking forward to it.

Under the expectation of the two girls, Li Bai showed a strange smile on his face.

I saw the little monk swaggering to an open place, not holding a sword, but looking left and right, looking at the sky, and then at the ground.

Then he turned around and said with a smile to Yi'er: "You must see clearly, I don't teach people this nirvana easily." ”

The little monk's eyes became serious at this time, he looked ahead and adjusted his figure.

The whole atmosphere became serious, and the two girls also frowned and stared at the little monk, for fear of missing something.

I saw that the little monk suddenly waved his sleeves, and the entire sight of the two girls turned white......

"Shameless!"

Nangong Qing suddenly scolded.

"Lime powder?"

Yi'er's eyes were shining, she had seen Li Bai use this method.

......

At this time, Li Bai had already strode out of the grove, looked at Dao Yun who was still digging dung from a distance, and nodded with satisfaction.

However, his heart was a little unwilling, Dao Yun was his first apprentice in the real sense, and he was really wronged by letting him dig dung all day long.

Thinking of this, Li Bai had secretly made up his mind in his heart that he must teach this apprentice the real thing when he had the opportunity.

The setting sun stretched the figures of the two monks, Li Bai shook his head, and looked at the sky, it was not too early.

"Knock ......"

The bell in the temple also rang at this moment, and all the monks knew what the bell meant.

The sermon is about to begin.

Li Bai also slowly walked in the direction of his meditation room, I don't know if anyone will come to listen to "Journey to the West" today.

I hope I can fool a few more people, right?

Dao Yun in the distance looked up, and also saw the back of Li Bai who was leaving, and couldn't help sighing, hesitating whether to go to the meditation room to listen to the master's lecture.

After all, before going to bed last night, Li Bai also told him about this and asked him to listen to it too.

However, Daoyun still shook his head and continued to work hard.

......

Li Bai returned to the meditation room only to find that there was not a single monk?

Sure enough, it doesn't work?

To be honest, Li Bai was really a little disappointed, but he quickly adjusted his mentality.

This is better, no one will go back to sleep lazy, thinking of this, Li Bai plans to go back to sleep again.

......

At the same moment, Elder Zhou Fu touched his square face and strode into the meditation room.

He liked this time the most, because usually at this time, countless monks would come to listen to his lectures, and sometimes his meditation room would be surrounded by water.

This gives him a special sense of accomplishment.

I don't know how many monks will come over today, there is his meditation room in front of him, Elder Zhou Fu did not have great joy and sorrow, and walked over as usual.

Well?

He found that there was no one outside his meditation room?

This group of little guys actually squeezed into the meditation room?

Thinking of this, Zhou Fu couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

He had said before that only his true disciples could enter the meditation room, and the disciples of the other elders could listen, but only outside the meditation room.

Why are there no rules at all today?

You have to scold them!

Zhou Fu walked into the meditation room angrily, but when he stepped into the meditation room, he was stunned.