Chapter 257: West Lake composes poems

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Two rays of light, one white and one green, flew by, and the speed was very fast, as if there was something urgent. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info

Long Xiang held the sword, and stopped them in an instant as soon as his body moved, the power of the quasi-saint was much more powerful than the white snake that only had the cultivation of Taiyi Golden Immortal. However, she actually found a breath of Haotian on the body of the white snake, and wondered in her heart, could it be that there was any other origin of this.

"The general spares his life!"

Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqing appeared, and when they saw that it was Long Xiang, they hurriedly saluted.

The prestige of the military god Long Xiang is probably not weaker than that of the Jade Emperor, and the previous extinction stars, maybe mortals don't know it, but they know very well that Long Xiang did it.

You know each other!

Long Xiang was in a much better mood and asked, "Dare to spread wild in Hangzhou City, don't you want to live?"

"This...."

Bai Suzhen hesitated a little and explained: "General Rongyu, Bai Suzhen was rescued by her benefactor 1,800 years ago before she survived. This Hangzhou City Guanyin Master appeared, the opportunity is rare, Bai Suzhen hurriedly rushed to ask where the benefactor is? It is really excusable, and I hope that the general will forgive the sins."

"I see!"

Long Xiang nodded, her benefactor was Haotian nine times out of ten.

It seems that a lot of things have happened in the hundreds of thousands of years that she has been away, wasn't it the period of chasing deer 1,800 years ago? Long Xiang smiled: "I don't think you need to look for Guanyin, I know your benefactor."

Bai Suzhen was overjoyed and asked, "Please also ask the general...".

"Wait!"

"I won't tell you who he is, but if you go to West Lake and meet a man in green clothes, he will definitely be your benefactor. Of course, his identity is extraordinary and his appearance has not changed, you will naturally recognize him!" After speaking, Long Xiang smiled and turned to leave, but looking at her expression.

Seems like some kind of prank?

Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqing also didn't feel right, but they came all the way and got the news, can they not go? They left immediately, but after they left, Long Xiang laughed.

What can happen?

Haotian and Yaochi were traveling by boat in the west, she was unhappy, but she was not easy to disturb the genuine lady. What's more, the relationship between her and Yaochi is really bad, so they just go their own way, anyway, there is no one who loses if Haotian runs at both ends. Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqing didn't know that they had hit the muzzle.

West lake

On the riverbank, many talented people gathered, and there were even rich daughters hidden in the boat.

In the Great Song Dynasty, Baguwen was quite popular, and there were many vulgar people. Anyone who has read a book for a few years says that he is a certain talent, and if he is a talent, then everyone can guide the country.

"Everyone, be quiet!"

Hangzhou Li Shilang Gongzi, Li Qing raised his hand to quiet the crowd.

He cleared his throat and said: "Li Qing has a proposal in Xia Xia, boating on the West Lake is an elegant thing, how can there be less poetry to commit? If any of the talented people present can make a peerless famous poem, Li is willing to give one hundred taels of gold, and he will never break his word!"

After speaking, he took out a bag of silver, more than a hundred taels to say the least.

The people on the edge of the West Lake talked a lot, but most of them looked at a flower boat, which was the location of the famous female courtesan Bai Peony in Hangzhou, and she also came today.

No wonder Li Qing is generous!

However, there is also a king boat in the West Lake, splendid and gorgeous, and it is inlaid with gold edges, no matter how you look at it, it is not an ordinary rich family. But who is in this boat? Haotian and Yaochi sat in the boat, looking at the grand scenery on the West Lake and hearing the proposal of the poem, and they were amused in their hearts, these mortals were quite leisurely.

"Husband, why don't you make a song too?"

Yaochi blinked, no matter how he looked at it, Haotian smiled and drank a glass of wine in his hand, and said: "That white peony is a flower demon that has become a hundred years old, and these mortals don't know it, alas!".

"Kindness?"

"Otherwise, I'll help you destroy her, someone in the province is worried!"

Yaochi was about to leave, but as soon as she stood up, she was pulled into Haotian's arms and said, "Good poetry, how bad luck are you killing her like this?" Okay, I swear, I'm not interested in this little monster at all, really, what kind of goblin do I still look at with you as a big beauty?"

As he spoke, he kissed it with a smile.

Yao Chi responded enthusiastically, the two hugged each other tightly and were reluctant to separate, to be honest, they felt precious after experiencing a life and death parting. They both love each other deeply and will never be separated.

"It's the spring equinox, and the talent gathering is at this time, which coincides with the West Lake view, and there are beautiful women in the flower boat!"

"Haha!"

"What's that?"

On the riverbank, as soon as someone made a poem, they burst into laughter. This poem is really too much water, and then a noble boy swaggered over, smiled disdainfully and said: "You are also called a poem, I think it is a trick of a three-year-old child, everyone listen to me quietly!"

"The universe is divided into four seasons, the fallen leaves are also distinct, the spring breeze blows the willow branches, and the lakeside falls with people!"

"Well, that's a good one!"

"But what have you done? Favor, whose favor do you want to fall?" Suddenly, the people on the riverbank did not agree, thinking that he was molesting Bai Peony.

To say, it's not easy to compose poetry, but it's not easy to pick thorns?

As soon as two poems came out, they were scolded for their blood, and no one dared to compose poems now. Bai Peony shook his head, although these two poems are not very good, but they are not so unbearable, don't look at the talents here, but most of them are some people who pretend to be garlic, how many real talents can they learn?

Han Xiang and Lu Yan also came over, very happy.

It turned out that Lu Yan liked white peonies, and it was good to pull Han Xiang over to write a poem for him. Han Xiang is Han Xiangzi, and Lu Yan is also Lu Dongbin.

But they haven't become immortals yet!

"I... I have a poem, everyone be quiet!" At this time, Lu Yan gritted his teeth and walked out, but he didn't look like a genius, but a chivalrous man. After all, who came to West Lake to play and carried a sword on his back, of course, it didn't matter, everyone was looking at him and was curious about what kind of poem it was.

"The light rain and fog are hazy, and the cruise ship enters the West Lake lightly. The blue waves are five kilometers in radius, and the poems of the lake provoke the autumn wind!"

"Good poetry!"

"It's so wet!" "Who's a whooper!"

Haotian almost didn't squirt out, not that he wanted to be crooked, but that there were many people with strong dialects on the bank of this river. But this poem is really good, especially the last sentence of the poem full of lakes that provokes the autumn wind, which can be described as amazing.

However, there are people who write poetry again.

"For thousands of years, the prosperity of the West Lake is no longer what it used to be, the white snake is rootless grass, and the old people say that the flowers on the shore of the lake!"

In the king's boat, Haotian was stunned, holding the wine glass in his hand motionless in mid-air, his face changed. Yao Chi was very strange when he saw this scene, and couldn't help pinching his fingers and counting, and was shocked in his heart, yes, the white snake from 1,800 years ago came to repay the favor. She straightened her clothes, and walked out of the cabin alone.

As soon as she went out, the whole West Lake was in a sensation. (To be continued.) )