I, the mother-in-law, sign in and make a baby kiss with the empress.

At night, the bustling Empress City was still brightly lit, as bright as day, Xiao Yu walked on the street, with a trace of apprehension in his heart.

But his friend was righteous and stuck a knife in his ribs, but he still mustered up the courage to walk quickly to the foothold of the three sisters of Wang Qiuluo, and decided to simply order.

In front of a three-story house, the exquisite and rich decoration reveals the extraordinary occupants.

Xiao Yu took a deep breath, and then opened his throat: "The clouds want to dress and the flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon." If it weren't for the jade mountain, it would meet Yaotai under the moon. Qiuluo Daoyou, the first time I saw you, I couldn't help but be deeply attracted, I couldn't sleep at night, and I wrote a clumsy poem to give to you who are standing on the yaotai.

Xiao Yu shouted so loudly that anyone within a radius of 100 meters could hear it, if Xiao Yu hadn't used his aura to suppress the hot blood, he would have blushed to the root of his ears by now.

"Clouds want clothes, flowers want to look..... It's a beautiful poem, more beautiful than any poem I've ever read.

"There is such a masterpiece in this world? The poet and god can't write such a chapter."

"This poem must be able to be passed down through the ages, who is Chulo? For this son to write this poem, it must be the best in the world." "

The poetry of the poet fairy is inexplicably attractive, you hear it, whether you know the words or not, you feel that the fairy spirit is fluttering, and there is the unswerving romance, beauty, so beautiful.

The three Qiu Luo sisters who stayed in the house naturally also heard Xiao Yu's words, the fox clan is a wise man in the demon clan, and has a great deal of research on human literature, when they heard this poem, they all showed a look of amazement, there is such a great talent in this world!

When they heard the latter words, they all showed surprised expressions, this is for the third sister? Qiu Ling opened the window and saw the familiar fairy ethereal figure downstairs, she understood, Ji Yi said that the momentum was coming.

"Xiao Gongzi, do you have any other poems?" asked Qiu Lingchuanyin.

"Yes!"

"This son, thank you for the poem you wrote for the sister-in-law, but the sister-in-law is deep in the boudoir, and it is quite incompatible with the man to meet, please go back." Qiu Ling knows that maintaining a sense of mystery is the most important point to build momentum.

"Please tell my sister that my admiration for her is like the water of the heavenly river, gushing endlessly, like thousands of miles of peach blossoms, fragrant all the way. Xiao Yu raised his voice.

"I'll tell you, Childe, please go back. Qiu Ling said.

Xiao Yu shook his head and sighed, a trace of bitterness, a trace of reluctance, a trace of admiration, and the back of Yi Xing Shan, leaving everyone with regrets all the way.

"Third sister, I didn't expect Ji Wushu to invite such a poem to make such a poem that can be passed down through the ages, your fame will definitely spread throughout the continent, to be honest, my sister is very envious of you. Luo Ling sighed, she thought that Ji Yi was looking for a writer.

"Yes, second sister, I also express envy, jealousy and hatred. Qiu Xiang also expressed his admiration for this poem.

"This poem is indeed beautiful. Chulo was also infected by the charm of this poem.

There are thousands of people who have heard Xiao Yu's poem, and the vast majority of them are monks, and monks, good memory is basic.

Everyone was impressed by this poem, this poem quickly swept the entire barren continent from these mouths, especially some monks recognized Xiao Yu, everyone was thinking, Chu Luo, who was worthy of the admiration of the Immortal King's holy body, was so stunning, therefore, Chu Luo's fame quickly spread throughout the continent.

Shaking the Holy Land, the Holy Lord and a middle-aged man and an old man were sitting together at this time, looking at the information on the table.

"Brother Yu has such a literary talent, how can I, the eldest brother, not know?" the Holy Lord's eyes revealed incredulity.

"I don't know if I'm a father. The middle-aged man also seemed to have a different understanding of his youngest son for the first time.

"I, Xiao Feng, am actually Xiao Yu's grandson, who will dare to say that I am a big boss in the future?" The old man smiled, he was Xiao Yu's grandfather.

"Qiu Luo, the daughter of Qiu Qian, has two sisters, has just entered the growth period, equivalent to an eighteen-year-old human race, top appearance, ninety percent pure-blooded, practicing the Fox Clan's Emperor Sutra "Nine-Tailed Demon Emperor Sutra", Shenfu realm cultivation, top half-step powerful combat power, shy personality. Xiao Yu's father looked at Chu Luo's information and said that he was very satisfied, and his son's vision was still very good.

"It's still Xiao Yu sensible, unlike you, a rebel, who hasn't married yet. Xiao Yu's father didn't forget to despise his eldest son, this tuba was useless.

"So I really suggested to my father that you add me a younger brother. "The Holy Lord is not embarrassed at all.

The three of them didn't think to ask Xiao Yu for verification, in their cognition, their Xiao family bloodline, it is not a matter of course, why should they doubt

it? "Yun wants clothes, flowers want to look, spring breeze blows Revlon..."Such a good poem, why doesn't it belong to me? I don't know how many female cultivators lost their minds when they looked at the poems in their hands.

With this poem, even if it has gone through the ages, their names will still circulate in the barren continent with this poem, throughout the ages, in addition to the emperor, how many people can be famous through the ages?"

"I don't know how many saint goddesses turned their eyes to Xiao Yu, just asking for such a poem, they have a great chance.

Early the next morning, Ji Yi and the three of them came down from the top floor of the restaurant to have breakfast, almost everyone in the lobby was talking about "Qingping Tune", while sighing about Xiao Yu's talent, he was also full of curiosity about Qiu Luo, and Chu Luo's fame had suppressed all her opponents.

"It's the talented Xiao Yu!" The sharp-eyed people saw Ji Yi and the three of them and exclaimed.

"Fellow Daoist Xiao Yu, my holy daughter is willing to ask for a poem at any cost, I wonder if I can talk about it?" A person who looked like a housekeeper stood in front of Xiao Yu and said sincerely.

"My saintess is too, as long as Xiao Daoyou is willing to write a song, the price will be opened by Daoyou.

"Our goddess said that as long as Xiao Yu Daoyou is willing to give a poem, we can swim together all night in the Flower River tonight. A rough voice caught everyone's attention, and the goddess of his family didn't seem to be very serious.

A group of people pupated to Xiao Yu's side, and they all accepted the task of their own Holy Goddess Maiden, and they came here to squat Xiao Yu.

Ji Yi and Ye squeezed out gently, and they didn't have anything to do anyway.

"My poems are not for sale, please come back, and don't come again. Xiao Yu refused, he knew that he wouldn't take this job.

"Xiao Daoyou, one night of Huahe is not enough, two nights, three nights, a month is fine!" or that rough voice, which made the noisy lobby quiet.

"Damn, when will it be your Hehuan Sect's turn to participate in such an elegant matter?" said a monk.

"What??, do you have an opinion about our

Hehuan Sect?" "If you have no opinion, I'll say it?"

"You have the ability to come out and fight it alone

!" "Who is afraid of whom!I have endured your Hehuan Sect for a long time

!" "It's all a violent temper!" Ji Yi shook his head, the current people are too irritable.