How to become a wolf demon

Chapter 291

"Youth fencing is even more flute, and the sword energy and heart are gone in one case."

As soon as this sentence came out, the sarcasm just now disappeared from everyone's faces, and Xue Xiao also showed surprise on his face.

This poem is short and clear, with clear rhythm and neat antithesis. It is different from all the poems and proses in the Book of Songs at that time. When the monks are practicing Taoism, many people like to read poems and books, and they still have a certain level of appreciation.

Under careful inspection, this poem has some meaning.

"Whoever divides the desolation and returns to the queen, thousands of sorrows and joys will gather together!"

In the process of singing, Lang Xing, disguised as mana, swelled and sang with a thick and evil spirit, which matched the rhythm of the jade flute's Xiao Sheng, and it was able to achieve the effect of shaking the audience.From the perspective of the Jindan monks present, this shows that Lang Xing's mana is only a little lower than Sanxian's!
After singing the whole song, Xue Xiao's eyes suddenly brightened.

She only felt that the poem was quoted by Xiao, but there was a feeling in her heart, which was very consistent with the iron bones in the song of the demon!
This person can hear his own mind from Xiao Qu!Surprised, the Yaoyao song suddenly stopped,
The evil spirit in Lang Xing's body instantly calmed down, and Sanqian's breath also stabilized immediately.

Lang Xing saw the unique radiance of literary and artistic young women shining in Xue Xiao's eyes, and knew that doing what he liked had an effect, and couldn't help but wry smile in his heart.

I searched hard for all the information fragments of innate memories in my mind, only to find such a poem about Xiao that fits this situation and this scene.

The poems and essays of the Spring and Autumn Period were still in their infancy to reflect social life. Most of them praised love and described customs.

One can imagine Lang Xing's shock when he brought out the verses written a thousand years later!
All the monks looked like they had seen a ghost. No one thought that apart from being handsome, he looked like an ordinary casual cultivator, and he had such a high attainment in poetry and prose.

Almost original!
Looking at Lang Xing again at this time, I suddenly felt that although he was not accompanied by a demon slave mount, his cultivation base was also a high-level golden core, and he could also have unique research on poetry and prose while practicing, what does it mean?
It shows that if someone puts all his thoughts into practice, he might have already attained the Sanxian Fruit Status!Great potential!

"Good poem! Good poem!"

An old monk twirling his long beard praised, someone took the lead, and the sound of trumpets in the arena suddenly came one after another. At this time, the most educated monks in the human race were these monks. It's the first time I come into contact with a new form of poetry, how can I not praise it.

Xue Xiao smiled at Lang Xing with soft eyes.

But she slowed down for a while, and even wanted to continue blowing the flute.

Lang Xing almost vomited blood, this is too dedicated!

I can only take out the trump card.

"The poem just now was just a wild guess about the ambition of the fairy, and there is another poem that has been prepared for a long time, which represents my praise to the fairy!"

"Five clouds are misty across Penglai, the fairy plays the flute and returns to the next moon,

Turning the head, I don't know how much spring is, frost flowers are like snow all over Yaotai! "

The poem just now can be said to be inspired by the meaning of the gold and iron horse in the song of swinging monsters, reflecting the monk's determination to calm down the monster clan and resist Xirong.

This poem is totally a tease!
Should it be so obvious!
There was an uproar in the audience, and there was a sudden whisper.

"This method is high!"

"This is comparing Xuexiao to Sumei Dongxue!"

"It matches the taboo of the fairy name, there is snow and there is Xiao, this is clearly a poem specially written for the real Xuexiao! It is enough to last forever..."

What is the best way to conquer literary young women?
Write poems for you, stand still for you, do impossible things for you~
The melody of a pop song that was popular at his age in his previous life emerged in Lang Xing's mind.

Xiao's voice stopped, Xue Xiao's eyes were full of this man's shadow, what kind of talent, what kind of admiration, to have this poem specially written for himself.

Did he join the Ascension to the Immortal Gate because of me?
Yes, for sure.

Isn't this the man I've been looking for, someone who can know me and understand me.

I no longer have the heart to brag, and suddenly feel flustered in my heart.

Sanqian's eyes widened, and he looked at Lang Xing in disbelief, then turned his head to look at Xue Xiao, whose cheeks were blushed, pinching the corner of her clothes like a girl, and lowering her head.

Lang Xing was a little confused, the rhythm was a bit wrong.

It seems that I used too much force and copied the poems too much.

I just want to divert your attention...

It was Fan Tong who broke the weird atmosphere, Lang Xing and the others came relatively late, basically they were the only ones who failed to pass Xue Xiao's confirmation.

Fan Tong first quietly gave Lang Xing a thumbs up, and enviously said: "Young Master is amazing, you have caught the eyes of Master Xue Xiao, after getting started, I have to rely on you!"

He decided to hug Lang Xing's thigh tightly in the future.

"It's getting late, the real person should check quickly, we are still waiting to participate in the entry test!"

Fan Tong yelled a few words in a low voice, and the monks present watched Lang Xing flirting with the fairies, envious and jealous in their hearts, and they didn't want to see Master Xue Xiao secretly agreeing.

Hearing the urging from the square, Xue Xiao came back to his senses, his face turned redder, almost embarrassed to look directly at Lang Xing, picked up Yu Xiao, and wanted to play the demon song again, but his muscles ached and he paused for a while. If it is too long, if you blow it again, you need to start from the beginning.

Cultivator Jindan didn't dare to urge the real Xue Xiao who was in charge of the investigation, but under the attack of Lang Xing's two poems, Xue Xiao's mentality was fluctuating, and everyone has already seen it. .

Xue Xiao panicked and hesitated for a moment. If there was something tricky, he should have reacted after listening to the demonic music for so long just now, so he only used his spiritual sense to investigate the remaining monks including Lang Xing.

The entrance examination was finally completed, Xue Xiao took a deep look at Lang Xing, didn't speak, just waved the plain robe, a hazy aura enveloped her figure, turned into an afterimage, and disappeared.

Lang Xing's face froze, and he almost wanted to slap himself twice, when a clear voice like a copper bell suddenly appeared in his ears, only Lang Xing himself could hear it.

"After getting started, go to the Foreign Affairs Hall to find Guanshi Luo, she is my junior sister, she will bring you to see me..."

After Master Xue Xiao left, the square gradually became quiet.

At this time, the moon hangs high in the sky, and under the huge gate tower, the white jade-like stone steps gradually rise up to the top of the mountain, reflecting the moonlight like water, shining brightly, like a galaxy hanging upside down, connecting with the stone steps.

This vision naturally attracted everyone's attention. There was a commotion in the crowd, and hearty laughter suddenly came from the air.

"I am Feng Jiu, the second-generation disciple of the Fengming Sect, and I am the Immortal Guan Master Guan Xian. Welcome all those with lofty ideals to climb the Immortal Gate and pass through the Immortal Pass!"

Feng Jiu's face was about thirty, and his aura was much stronger than Xue Xiao's. He was wearing a short red and black armor, and the scales on the back of the armor spiraled upwards, like the wings of a phoenix.

The invisible coercion permeated the audience, and the temperature in the night rose sharply. All the monks were silent and stood respectfully.

This Feng Jiu, I'm afraid she doesn't have the status of Earth Immortal Fruit!Many people are frightened guess.

The space on the steps below the gate seems to have become another world, and the flashes of spiritual energy appear directly in the naked eyes of everyone, covering the entire space, dotted with stars.

In the next moment, these flashes of spiritual energy suddenly ignited, and half of the sky near Qishan was dyed a strange and magnificent red.

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