Yelu Zhen said: "I don't believe that there are immortals in the world, who are you? ”

"How can mortals, with all hearts and eyes, see through the poor and pathetic encounters. The poor monk is not young anymore, do the math...... Two hundred and forty-eight years old. The white-robed scholar's words frightened Yelu Zhen and Bu Xiangyang, they couldn't believe that a person could live to be two hundred and forty-eight years old, and still look so young.

Bu Xiangyang chuckled: "In two years, it will be two hundred and five, right." ”

"Two hundred and five, two hundred and five?" the white-robed scholar suddenly laughed and said, "I see, it's funny." It was when the king of Qi rewarded Su Qin that he came up with a clever plan, he deliberately divided Su Qin's body in two, hung his head at the city gate, and posted the emperor's list, saying that Su Qin was a traitor, and the person who killed him would be rewarded with a thousand taels of gold. Four people came to receive the reward. These four people insisted that they had killed Su Qin, and it was difficult to distinguish the truth from the fake. So someone said that the four of them would divide the thousand taels of gold equally, two hundred and fifty taels each. King Qi immediately said angrily, "Drag these four two hundred and five out and cut them down." I can't imagine that in two years, the poor road will be two hundred and five. ”

Bu Xiangyang was very strange, he was obviously scolding him, and he actually thought it was funny. However, he had never even heard of two hundred and five, and he could immediately figure out the allusions of two hundred and five, this person had good knowledge...... At least until just now, Bu Xiangyang only knew that two hundred and five were swearing, and he didn't know where it came from.

Bu Xiangyang said: "Who are you?"

"If you can write a poem that is satisfactory to the poor way, the poor road will tell you. ”

Yelu really didn't dare to speak, and the three people present had the lowest martial arts. In fact, Yeluzhen's martial arts are not much lost to Bu Xiangyang, but they are only slightly inferior, but Jiuyang Burning Heaven Jue is almost useless against Bu Xiangyang, and he is naturally not an opponent by relying on internal strength.

Bu Xiangyang was silent for a while, and then said: "After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is not the same as the four seasons, the sky and leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are different red. How's this poem?"

"Good poetry, good poetry~ Poor Dao respects you a cup. After finishing speaking, the white-robed scholar took out a wine bowl from his arms, scooped a bowl of Jiuquan water and threw it to Bu Xiangyang. After Bu Xiangyang took the bowl, he drank it all, and suddenly felt relaxed all over his body.

The white-robed scholar's feeling for Bu Xiangyang changed suddenly, he originally thought that these two people were martial artists, but it turned out that they were fellow scholars and also liked poetry.

"This poem is good, but in the eyes of Poor Dao, it is worth this bowl of wine, is there anything good?"

Bu Xiangyang gritted his teeth and said, "By the way, there is another song." When he was born, he was a hero, and when he died, he was a ghost, and he still thinks of Xiang Yu and refuses to cross Jiangdong. What about this poem?"

The white-robed scholar looked at Bu Xiangyang, thought for a while, and said, "You have another song." ”

"Okay, outside the mountain, outside the green mountain building, when will the West Lake sing and dance, the warm wind will make the tourists drunk, and Hangzhou will be Bianzhou. What about this poem? Even you are willing to bow down. ”

"Have you ever been to West Lake?"

The white-robed scholar suddenly asked such a question, and immediately asked Bu Xiangyang stupidly. West lake...... I've heard of it, but I've never been there. I heard that the scenery of West Lake is very beautiful, but Bu Xiangyang has no interest in the scenery, and West Lake is in the territory of the Southern Tang Dynasty, and as the leader of the Wulin Alliance, running to the boundary of the Southern Tang Dynasty as a citizen of the Han Dynasty will cause a lot of disputes.

The white-robed scholar said: "I know by looking at your face that you haven't been to West Lake, how did you write this poem." It's okay to deceive others, but the three poems you just read are clearly in different styles, and they should be written by three different people. The second poem is a poem written by a woman, although Poor Dao has not heard it, but it can still be heard. ”

Bu Xiangyang was instantly embarrassed, and he didn't deceive this old monster. How could he have heard these three poems, but why did he know that they were not written by the same person? Was it so obvious? Why didn't he see it?

"Treat Hangzhou as Bianzhou?" The white-robed scholar pondered carefully, and then immediately shook his head: "How can Bianzhou be compared with Kengzhou now? The Khitan is pressing the border, Liu Chengyou of Bianzhou is anxious, and the war in the north is continuous, how can there be a peaceful scene in Hangzhou? This poem is by no means written in contemporary times, but it is impossible not to have heard such exquisite verses if you were to go to the poor road first...... How the hell did you get this poem?"

Kaifeng in the Tang Dynasty was indeed peaceful, and there would be no surprise if this poem was written by a poet in a white robe by a Tang Dynasty poet. But the white-robed scholar confidently read all Tang poems, and this one was definitely not written by a Tang Dynasty poet. Nowadays, the ten kingdoms are constantly in turmoil, and it is impossible for such strange verses to be produced.

"There's still something to do, so I'll leave here. Bu Xiangyang was told the sore spot, and immediately turned to leave.

"That'...... I also took my leave under it. ”

The white-robed scholar and Yeluzhen were left, Yeluzhen thought that he didn't have those exquisite poems just now, and he was not the opponent of the white-robed scholar in terms of martial arts, so he gave up and left.

Although the master is strange, he is not hostile. It's just that his cultivation is really high, and he has never seen a scattered person with such a high cultivation. And this man claims to have lived for more than 200 years, is there really such a thing in the world?

Bu Xiangyang and Yeluzhen didn't believe that a person could live for more than two hundred years and look so young and handsome. If he is telling the truth, then he is really not a man, but a god. Is there really a god in the world? At least Jeruzhen doesn't believe it, and he doesn't believe in Bu Xiangyang.

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After Bu Xiangyang left, he wiped a cold sweat, and then said softly: "That kid Zongxin is a little smarter than me, and the poems he says are admired by others, how can the poems I say be caught cheating by someone? How did the white-robed scholar hear that these poems were not written by the same person......? How did he hear that this was a poem written by a woman? Poetry is so complicated that I probably won't be able to understand it in my life. ”

After calming down for a while, Bu Xiangyang said depressedly: "It's clear that 'I don't know the true face of Lushan, only because I am in this mountain', Zongxin changed it to Mount Tai and regarded it as a poem written by himself? I really want to go and meet this shameless monk for a while, but now there are more important things to do. Guo Wei got a copy of the Red Emperor True Yuan, I'm afraid this is the cause of everything. Guo Wei's three-year fate of the Son of Heaven is already doomed, I still want to go back to Chang'an to make plans as soon as possible, the world is about to be in chaos. I don't know where Ayumi's girl went, and now how far away she is still hiding. ”

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The white-robed scholar closed his eyes and perceived carefully, and suddenly nodded and smiled: "Sure enough, it's gone, it's all gone." Next, Poor Dao should do something serious. ”

The white-robed scholar waved his sword finger, and the sword soared into the air, stabbing at the white-robed scholar from behind in front of him. The white-robed scholar jumped lightly, stepped on the sword body and flew directly to the top of the cave. In mid-air, the white-robed scholar waved his sword finger, and a shocking sword aura rushed out of Mount Tai, directly stabbing out a big hole, and the white-robed scholar left the hole.

After leaving, the white-robed scholar waved his sword finger behind him at will, and an equally shocking sword aura simply smashed the entire cave.

The white-robed scholar Imperial Sword rode the wind to take a look near Mount Tai, and then came to the top of the Red Emperor Cave and controlled Xiu Jian to fly into the Red Emperor Cave. This hole was made by Zong Xin, and it took a lot of effort on his part, but it was not worth mentioning in front of the white-robed scholar.

The white-robed scholar came to the stone carving of the Red Emperor, and then chuckled: "After looking for so long, there is still a tunnel under Jiuquan, although the little monk is not high in martial arts, but he is indeed smart, and his attainments in poetry are also comparable to the parting of ways, although the amount of wine is not good, but it is favored by the wine god gourd, and he must be a lover of wine." It's a pity that he is a monk, otherwise Poor Dao really wants to take him as a disciple and teach him how to taste wine and compose poetry...... But his poems are really not bad, and there is no need to teach them anymore. ”

The white-robed scholar waved his sword, and the sword qi directly cut the Red Emperor stone carving into pieces, and under the Red Emperor stone carving, there was even a secret door.

The white-robed scholar smiled: "Here, sure enough, here." Poor Dao spent a lot of time looking for you. ”

The white-robed scholar entered the secret passage directly, which was a downward staircase, not high from the ground, and soon came to a stone room. There are several tree-shaped jade coffins in the stone room, not to mention the people lying in the coffin, even this coffin is priceless. The whole jade trunk was hollowed out, and there were even some small living insects on it.

Tree jade is an extremely rare type of jade, not petrified, but made from real tree trunks, so it is not surprising that there are real insects on it. It's just that I can't imagine that anyone with such a big hand can make everyone lie in such a coffin.

The white-robed scholar looked left and right, and the corpses in these coffins had calm faces, and the muscles of their bodies did not atrophy at all, as if they were living people.

"Drunk for a thousand years, really drunk for a thousand years. Poor Dao woke up to the classics of the drunken millennium wine shop to know that there is this fine wine in the world, and only one cup can be drunk for a thousand years. I think all of you here have tasted the delicious taste of being drunk for thousands of years, and you don't want to miss out on the wine. ”

The white-robed scholar immediately came to a high platform, on which was placed a golden pot. The white-robed scholar picked up the golden pot and shook it a few times, and there was half a pot of wine, although it was placed here, it did not volatilize.

The white-robed scholar said excitedly: "This is drunk for a thousand years? According to legend, a thousand years ago, the heavenly star fell into the mortal dust, and the drunken millennium workshop took the heavenly star to make wine, and the earth spring was used as a guide to brew a pot of peerless wine called 'drunk thousand years'." It's a pity that the strength of the wine is too strong, and there is a star as a koji, and the effect is extraordinary. As long as you drink a glass, you will be intoxicated for thousands of years, but the poor road is hungry for this pot of fine wine, and has been looking for you for decades. ”

The white-robed scholar didn't lie, he was really two hundred and forty-eight years old, and although he looked young, he was already tired of it. My life's long-cherished wish is to taste a cup of 'drunk millennium'. Composed by Tianxing and brewed by Jiuquan, how to describe the taste?

The white-robed scholar gently opened the lid of the pot, and a stream of blue light burst open, and the aroma of wine immediately filled the entire stone room. The aroma of the wine is too strong, and the delicacy that has been precipitated for thousands of years makes people crazy.

"Good wine~!Good wine~!" The white-robed scholar swallowed his saliva and said: "It's a pity, this is not a place to drink, if the poor Dao drinks here for a thousand years, it will definitely sleep for a thousand years, you must find a safe place." Bear with it, bear with it. ”

The white-robed scholar immediately left the stone room with the wine jug, walked with his sword, and finally destroyed all the Red Emperor Caves. Because several people in the stone chamber are still asleep because of the drunken strength of thousands of years, if these people are found, they will definitely be cremated. Although the white-robed scholar has nothing to do with these people, they are all good drinkers, otherwise they would not have slept for thousands of years for a sip of wine.

The white-robed scholar has been thinking about where is the safe place, and no one will hurt him within a thousand years. You have to find a place like this, otherwise you can't drink this wine.

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