Kendo Sky

Chapter 32

"It turns out to be the young master Mo Yu. I have admired your name for a long time, and I hope you will give me poems. I hope your poems can impress my lady."

Although the girl in purple clothes is not from Jiuzhen, she knows the affairs of Jiuzhen like the palm of her hand. From the perspective of breath and behavior, this girl in purple clothes is not extraordinary.

"Then I'm showing my shame. There just happens to be a masterpiece, and I hope Peony will comment."

The wind blows snowflakes all over the sky,
It was Yin Tao's wanton wave again,
When spring comes, the mood dances,
Traveling in a beautiful place to enjoy Fangfei.

Mo Yu chanted, and the artistic conception appeared immediately. It was obviously in the Jiuxiangyuan, but at this time it seemed to be snowing lightly, making people intoxicated. Mo Yu is worthy of being one of the four great talents in Jiuzhen. , It's really not comparable to ordinary people.

"Mr. Mo Yu, I'm sorry. Including this work, you already have six works. The poems are good poems, but they don't meet my young lady's wishes, so I'm sorry."

Mo Yu's confident expression froze in an instant. This masterpiece has been brewing for a full month, but it still failed. What kind of poem does Peony need?Mo Yu's mood was gray and cold for a while, but fortunately, he had experienced it five times, and he quickly recovered from the sixth time.

"Happy love is thin, the east chamber is cloudy and the west window is moon, who will fold the old alliance into a crane? Bury thousands of feet of snow in the air."

Another young man in white came down with his sword on his back, swaying the artistic conception with infatuation. In an instant, everyone's mood was low, as if they were all broken in love, and the atmosphere was very delicate.

"Mr. Nanfeng, your poems are very sad, but I'm sorry, my lady is still not tempted. I hope you will bring better masterpieces next month."

Nanfeng is also one of the four talents in Jiuzhen. Seeing Mo Yu's defeat, he immediately came up, but he was full of confidence, and when he heard the girl in purple clothes, his heart fell to the bottom of the valley in an instant.

"Brother Nanfeng, Brother Mo Yu. Seeing me Zhu Shan play, I will definitely live up to my name as the Four Talents of Jiuzhen,"

"Please, brother." Mo Yu and Nanfeng were defeated, and now they can only pin their hopes on Zhu Shan. The four talents will win and all will be prosperous, and the other will be hurt. It's just that the boss of the four talents didn't come today, so it's probably impossible to suppress them.

"The drizzle falls like silk, and the green hills are faintly beautiful. The peach blossoms on the Moshang are ashamed of the willows, and the wind blows a few petals into the clear stream."

Zhu Shan's poems integrated the mountain scenery into the people, and they were quite artistic. Nan Feng and Mo Yu were secretly shocked. The second brother's poetry has improved again. It seems that this time he will be able to win the oiran Peony.

It's a pity that the girl in purple clothes still shook her head. This time, the three great talents were all defeated. Afterwards, people appeared on stage to write poems one after another, but none of them could move Mudan's heart. This really insulted the talents of the talents.

"If there are no talented scholars to come up with poems, then today's flower poetry meeting will end here." The girl in purple clothes has already declared that the flower poetry meeting is over, and it seems that the only thing left to do is wait for the flower poetry meeting next month.

"A group of vulgar people are worthy of poetry? It's an insult to the true meaning of poetry. Hey, pathetic, sad, hateful, and sad."

At the same time as the Flower Poetry Meeting was about to end, a rampant voice came from the corridor, and the eyes of the whole courtyard were filled with eyes in an instant. This sentence can be big or small. But insulting the recitals of modern poetry, this is a shame.

"Once the soul of the flower is buried in the cold rain, it is difficult to turn around in the sixth life. The flowers on the other side bloom and bring back the old dream, but I will meet you again on the bridge."

The worrying words suppressed the anger of the audience. The group who were just about to teach the old drunkard fell silent instantly. The figure behind the screen also swayed lightly a few times. Only when life and death are left out can this poem be created. This is a poem about life and death.

"Dare to ask, my lord, who wrote your poem?"

Everyone was shocked this time. The woman's voice was obviously not that of a girl in purple clothes. In an instant, everyone's eyes flashed, and they stared at the screen. There was nothing wrong with it. This extremely ethereal voice came from this woman's mouth, heaven Ah~ What kind of voice is this? Why does it sound like you are living in a dream? Peony opened her mouth and instantly fascinated everyone. Just one sentence created such a scene. The real appearance appeared, didn’t it? What about upside-down sentient beings?

"Hey, this poem was written by my woman, and it is also the most precious poem in my life. May I ask, can a girl ever write this poem?"

There was a brief moment of silence, and the Jiuxiangyuan fell into silence. After a while, Peony's voice came again. "My little girl is not talented, but this is a peerless masterpiece. I have admired hundreds of millions of poems. This poem has surpassed love. I can't compare it."

Mudan directly conceded defeat, claiming that she could not write such a wonderful poem, and Yantian didn't say anything about it. After all, "Suyao" was the holy maiden of the Holy Palace back then, and her talent was terrifying. Yantian's pain, recalled today, tears dripped in his heart, but he felt very happy, in his life, it was worth it to meet such a talented woman.

"Haha. Brother, I didn't expect that you are also a man of temperament. My brother really admires how a girl can write such a wonderful poem. But this is a woman's work. It doesn't count as winning today's flower poetry meeting. My brother just improvised a poem." , little girl, listen carefully. After closing the pen for a year, I actually recited two poems successively. The first one is for meeting my brother happily. The second one is for the poem not to be dominated by women. Women should be at home Embroidering country flowers, dancing swords and so on, poetry and so on, it should be done by romantic people."

Faced with the old drunkard's wild words, everyone's hearts were filled with anger again. They had seen arrogant ones, but they had never seen such rampant ones. So many talented people hadn't written a poem. How could a smelly old drunkard be able to write it?What a joke.

"Old drunkard, don't pretend to be crazy, you'd better go back to the room with your little red and have fun. To save yourself from embarrassment here, I can't guarantee that the sword in my hand will pierce your throat in the next second. "

Someone in the crowd laughed.

It's just that facing the pressure of so many people, the old drunkard stood up with his arms around Xiaohong as if nothing had happened, and then drank all the wine in the jug with a sip. Divide the momentum.

"Bird Tears in the Cage of the Holy Palace"

"Power is greater than the sword in the sky"

"Jiuxian is happy in the world"

"A drop of wine to fend for itself"

The wine dripped behind the screen in an instant, and no one could see what happened, but the peony behind the screen disappeared. This scene happened extremely strangely. The girl in purple also vomited blood and passed away at the moment the peony disappeared. , when everyone couldn't understand what happened, they walked directly behind the screen, and there was nothing but a drop of wine scattered on the ground. Where is Miss Peony?
Yantian's expression was extremely shocked, the meaning of this poem meant something else, Yantian's brain was spinning rapidly, the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and looking at the old drunkard, that figure had disappeared!It was there just a second ago, how could it disappear in the blink of an eye!Even Yantian didn't realize how the old drunkard disappeared, just like the disappearance of peony, so wonderful, this old drunkard was a bit too mysterious.

"In a holy palace, a woman in white suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood on the bed. Her eyes opened instantly, and a sword light passed by, directly cutting through the doors and windows. Surprise flashed in her eyes, and then her expression Restoring calm. There is such a beautiful poem in the world, why I have never heard of this woman, and that figure, why is it so like the figure of my enemy in the holy palace thousands of years ago, the girl in white just thought about it for a moment, and died Clone, she suffered a severe injury, and soon entered the healing process."

"Interesting, it turned out to be a clone!" After all, Yantian was the reincarnation of the Great Emperor, and he knew about the clone.It's just that he is very shocked now that someone has dispatched a clone, and she is also a beautiful woman. If I guess correctly, this woman is the saint of this life!After Yan Tian pondered over the old drunkard's poem, he figured it out.The avatar is only a strong person who has ascended to heaven and can condense the sword to transform the avatar. The old drunkard was killed with a drop of wine. What is the old drunkard's cultivation?

Yantian figured everything out in an instant, but then he fell into more chaos.It was the appearance of the old drunkard, and in a blur of consciousness, he seemed to have seen the figure of the old drunkard somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"The drunkenness is gone!" Yan Tian's heart trembled instantly.The drunkenness pervading the world suddenly disappeared. Although there was still drunkenness, it did not have the kind of drunkenness that made Yantian's mind sway. All of this must be related to the old drunkard. Next time I meet an old drunkard.Is there any chance of meeting him?

"Hey, boy, the stars were attracted by you. What I saw a few months ago was not an illusion. He is really a mysterious boy. I look forward to meeting you again. Taibaijian has already drunk the wine spring, although he has not yet fully recovered. It’s been repaired, but it doesn’t have much impact. The Holy Palace is really well-informed. If I didn’t sit here personally, Jiuquan would have been taken by you. The old friends who still have the seal should be awakened soon, so it’s time to visit Visited. The chaos is finally coming, can we decide the outcome in this life?"

Above Dongshan, he was dressed in white, with a white long sword, and a handsome and elegant appearance. It was really difficult to superimpose the image of the old drunkard just now, but he was really alone, which was too shocking.

The old drunkard's departure also alarmed many people, especially Xiao Hong, who fainted directly, because she didn't know when, she found that she was hugging an ugly puppet, which scared her out of her mind for a long time.

The matter in the wine town has come to an end, the drunkenness has disappeared, and the old drunkard can't find it, so there is no point in staying any longer.He still had a mission to carry with him, so Yan Tian stepped on the good horse, took five jars of rice wine with him, and left.

The wind on the mountain road is blowing, and the beasts are neighing, but they can't stop Yantian from moving forward. There is a monster mountain in front of him. There should be a lot of monsters here. Yantian slaughtered Liangju to satisfy his hunger, and then raised step into the demon mountain.

　The poem is excerpted from: (Yu) Borrow, this is a cute little girl, very talented, hehe, of course there are others.

　　
　
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