At this moment, a stone pillar shimmered impressively, and then countless lights and shadows appeared from it, each of which was a text.

The text reads: "Limited time for a candle incense, make a poem!"

Then, a gust of wind blew, blowing with the damp breath of the abyss, bringing a piece of paper, which fell in front of Chu Youcai.

Chu Youcai was stunned, he didn't expect this assessment to be so simple, just to make a poem.

At this moment, Nan Sanfu on the stone pillar suddenly laughed, waved in his hand, the light flickered down, and in just a few breaths, a poem was written, and he threw the paper on which the poem was written towards the stone pillar.

The stone pillar suddenly burned, and the word "unallowable" originally appeared, but a golden key hidden in the paper suddenly glowed, which actually made the "unallowable" instantly become "can".

Then Nan Sanfu laughed, his body flashed, took back the paper, and walked towards the depths of the main hall.

There was a golden gate opened for him.

Then Nan San returned to his senses and stared at Chu Youcai proudly: "You have now been poisoned by me, the poisonous gas attacks the heart, you can't operate the breath in your body at all, and even use a thought, you feel that people will explode, so you, how can you make poetry?"

In a flash of his body, he entered the Golden Gate, and then the Golden Gate disappeared immediately.

Chu Youcai's heart was shocked, and he suddenly felt unbearable pain in his chest.

When I looked closely, I found that it was a lump the size of a peach, and there was a myriad of foul odors emitting from it.

"This is?" Chu Youcai suddenly remembered the rotten smell he had just smelled, which was exactly what it was.

He couldn't help but suddenly realize, it turned out that just now he thought it was rotten incense, but he didn't expect it to be poison!

At this time, he endured the pain and was about to put pen to paper to write poetry, but the pain in his mind was so bad that he couldn't even think of anything.

Fortunately, his spirit has been tempered, he has a strong recovery ability, and he took a glass god ice pill at the moment, which made his mind clear, but he instantly wrote a very well-known poem in his previous life, but found that the stone pillar in the distance did not react at all.

"The talent of this poem is already very good in the previous life, it can be comparable to "Will Enter the Wine", it is impossible not to react?" Chu Youcai was surprised for a while.

At this time, the pain in his chest became worse and worse, and the pimple had grown to the size of a bowl.

He finally couldn't help it and spoke up.

At this moment, there was a pleasant and familiar aura in front of him.

He barely raised his eyes, and found a lotus leaf in front of him, and a little fox suddenly poked its head out of the lotus leaf and turned into a woman.

The eyes are delicate, intelligent, and a little naughty.

This woman is Jiaona.

Jiao Na walked to Chu Youcai's side, and after touching Chu Youcai's pulse, she said softly, "Young Master Chu." ”

Chu Youcai couldn't help but be dumbfounded, and said, "Why did you come here?"

Jiaona didn't answer, but said softly, "Your illness is extremely serious, and if you don't treat it, your whole body will rot." ”

Chu Youcai nodded and said, "Then there will be Sister Lao Jiaona to heal." ”

"Then you're welcome. Jiaona suddenly removed the Jin Chuan from her arm, placed it on the place of the lump, and slowly pressed it down, so that the bulging lump inside coalesced, and then she lifted her robe with one hand, untied the saber, the blade of which was thinner than paper, and carefully cut it to the base of the lump.

Purple blood poured out.

Chu Youcai suddenly felt unbearable pain.

Fortunately, by Jiaona's side, the body fragrance on her body, as well as her delicate figure, can make him forget some pain.

It didn't take long for Jiao Na to cut off a piece of carrion from Chu Youcai's body, which was the size of a tree nodule.

Then Jiao Na spit out a red pill from her mouth, put it on the muscle on the wound and rotated it, pressed it once, Chu Youcai felt the heat on his body go straight out, and then pressed it around, and felt a little itchy, when he pressed it three times, he felt that his body was cool and comfortable, and it was soaked into the bone marrow.

Jiao Na withdrew the red pill into her body, her face turned much paler, and said softly: "Master Chu, the pain is healed. ”

Chu Youcai looked at Jiaona's somewhat haggard face, and couldn't help but say, "Sister Jiaona, thank you." ”

Jiaona shook her head, stared at the incense that was about to burn out in the distance, and said, "The time for a candle of incense is approaching, you can write a poem quickly." This must be a new poem that you have made yourself on the spot, and if someone else has written it, even if it has been written by yourself, it will not be effective. ”

Hearing this, Chu Youcai suddenly realized.

"Since I want to write a new poem by myself!"

In these days, he has written so many poems, and he has constantly figured out these poetic skills, and he is very sure of the flat rhyme of the words.

He couldn't help but think of the song "Wanghai Tide" he had done before, and the words on it were still vivid, no matter how flat and rhyming, the techniques were extremely proficient.

Seeing that the incense was about to burn out, he did not hesitate and began to fill in the words.

"Leaning on the railing, the plum is light, the flowers and shadows are chaotic, and the hands are light at the beginning of the month. The fairy calyx is green, the cong chrysanthemum is drunk in the lane, and the Yiren powder is warm. ”

When this poem "Wanghai Tide" was written, he thought about countless contacts with Yun Cuixian in his mind, and remembered that Yun Cuixian leaned on the railing and looked at him, waiting for his appearance, even if it was late at night. And the warmth with her is like yesterday, which makes people warm.

He continued: "Leaving the flocculent and flying the luan. Drunk snow loves Jindu, and the court fog cages the river. The willow dew is red, and the northern geese in the twilight are fragrant with coconuts. ”

This is written about Hongyu, the lonely girl brought back from the casino, willing to sacrifice her life for her Honggu, and then Honggu is gone after all, and she has become a divorce, she is so in love with the warmth of home, in love with Jindu, but even if she waits until the early morning of the next day, the willow dew falls, and her red shirt, like a twilight drum, messes up her heart and fragrance.

After writing Shangque, Chu Youcai's heart couldn't help but stir slightly, recalling them, they were always very warm, but he couldn't help himself, and he couldn't bring them the most comfortable life, which brought them so many worries.

He had all kinds of guilt in his heart.

He continued: "The night town of the border is cold. There are ten miles of flying swords, and tired birds are like smoke. The wind swept across the snow, graceful as a magpie bridge, how can Yan's old feelings hurt. ”

To him, Shangguan Wanru was like the lonely swordsman lurking in the side court, waiting for her father's revenge, although she had the skill of flying swords, she was still so tired. A gust of wind swept in, and she stood on the magpie bridge, waiting for her relatives, but the swallow was old and never came back.

Then he wrote to the end: "Flower Lane is merciful." But under the drunken begonia, the hut is cold. Scattered evening chrysanthemums are lonely, dyed and slept in the south of the Yangtze River. ”

The place in his dream is that there are countless flowers, patting the railing all over and singing against the railing. I hope to get drunk under the begonia flowers, so that the room is full of fragrance.

However, he couldn't do anything, he could only make those chrysanthemums lonely, dyeing all over Jiangnan, leaving him with nowhere to hide.

After finishing writing, Chu Youcai felt a deep loneliness.

Although this poem is only a lyric for "Wanghai Tide", it is full of his apologies to Yun Cuixian and them, and his feelings are from the heart, the love is deep, and it points to his heart.

Almost at the moment when this poem was written, the time for that candle incense came to an end.

Then, the paper in Chu Youcai's hand flashed brightly, and the huge pillar in front of him also emitted a brilliant light, attracting Chu Youcai to walk forward.