I don't know if the sculpture itself is too special, or the woman is too beautiful, Yu Yu found it difficult to look away after taking a look.

Although he tried hard not to make himself seem to care about female sex, he couldn't ignore it. After trying several times, he still couldn't look away from the face of this sculpture.

"There are beautiful women in the north, and they are independent from the world. When you look at Qingrencheng, and then look for Qingren country." Yu Yu raised his head, looked at the huge and exquisite sculpture of a woman, and said silently.

Ling Bier stared at Yu Yu with wide eyes, pulling his sleeves and saying, "Brother Yu Yu, are you talking about poems? The master hasn’t taught me much about poems. Bier doesn’t know much, but it sounds like It sounds good!"

Yu Yu turned his head and saw Ling Bier looking at him. His dark and long eyelashes were as if brushed by a brush. The black and bright eyeballs were like a pair of gems inlaid on his face, an indescribable pure beauty. Yu Yu was intoxicated for a while.

This is clean enjoyment, clean beauty, clean appreciation.

He smiled and touched Ling Bier's head in a doting manner. Han Duxue looked at him faintly. From Yu Yu's eyes, she naturally saw that Yu Yu's pair of Ling Bier was like a sister to Ling Bier. Pure spoiling, so it did not stop.

Bier chuckled, and Yu Yu pointed to the sculpture and said, "This sculpture woman should be the master of Shui Yuetian. In terms of her appearance, she may not be the most beautiful I have ever seen, but this kind of temperament, charm , It's one of the best among the female nuns I have seen.

This kind of elegance, tranquility, dignity, without losing the majestic atmosphere, women's unshaven demeanor, is fascinating, and I have to admire it. Coupled with the scenery of Shuiyuetian and the momentum of this place, this sculpture should be a rare masterpiece in the world. Beautiful, so beautiful! "

"Yu Yu, this is indeed the master of Shuiyuetian, so you better speak with respect!" Han Duxue already knows a lot about Yu Yu's temperament, and at this time, she reminded her that she was too worried. Yu Yu will ridicule.

"Brother Yu Yu, haven't you said if what you chanted just now was a poem?" Ling Bier said with some dissatisfaction.

Yu Yu chuckled, "What poems are not poems, you just say nonsense, don't take it seriously!"

"Why should Mr. Yu be so humble?" Han Duxue glanced at Yu Yu and said lightly, "Now who doesn't know that there is another civil and martial artist in the world, Yu Yu, who is a martial artist? Not only a book sage, I want to shout Your Excellency can't count the words of Wen Sheng, Mr. Yu, what do you think?"

Yu Yu almost stopped!

"That... Fairy Han, I don't think we need to discuss this matter anymore. It's all nonsense, don't take it seriously, you will lose if you are serious!" When it comes to calligraphy, he is confident and mentions poetry... This matter really has nothing to do with me.

Flustered!

"Mr. Yu, I know that you can recite some very clever poems casually. Can you leave one or two poems in my Shui Yuetian, can't you? Or Mr. Yu thinks I Shui Yuetian is not worthy of you. Talented person?"

Han Duxue said indifferently without compromising.

Generally speaking, because of their long life span, monks often have their own hobbies. They don't practice every day, but are struggling with others. But most of them are interested in tea ceremony, calligraphy, chess, and other things that are beneficial to self-cultivation.

There are not many people who like poetry, and it is not common for mortals to learn how profound they are, but Han Duxue is an exception. She comes from a mortal scholarly family, has undergone very good cultural education, and has quite insights and experience in poetry.

Ling Bier blinked and stopped talking.

Yu Yu smiled, "As the saying goes, green hills do not have long-lasting paintings, and flowing water has no strings of ten thousand guqin. The scenery here, coupled with the grace of this ancestor, is the greatest knowledge in itself. If I show off one or two more, it would seem redundant. But since Fairy Han said so, but I was disrespectful."

Yu Yu blinked, thinking carefully, and said casually:

"When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past. The small building was windy last night, so I couldn't bear to look back at the middle of the moon. The carvings of jade and jade are still here, but Zhu Yanchang. Asking you how sad is it, just like a river of spring water eastward flow."

There was really no move. Yu Yu had a clever idea and changed two words from the popular "Poppy Poppy" by Li Yu, the subjugator who had lost his homeland, and read it casually.

The old country, changed to the old, means that the ancestor in front of us is no longer the dead country; Ying Youzai has been changed to the present Youyou, this is because Shui Yuetian has not declined, the ancestor established by the ancestor back then She is still there, but she is no longer in power, so Zhu Yangai.

And the so-called worry... The monk sits for her, and Yu Yu guessed that she is at least the same as the founder of the school, Mu Gan Taoist.

The biggest wish of people like them is to rise to the immortal, but the rise is indefinite, like a dream, even if it is a hero. After all, it is no match for the erosion of years, and the beauty is no longer.

"Good words, good words!"

As soon as Yu Yu's voice fell, Han Duxue and Ling Bier hadn't had time to appreciate it. Suddenly someone nearby applauded and said a word.

Yu Yu turned his head and didn't recognize him.

The three of them walked side by side. In the middle was a young man with a folding fan in his hand. At first glance, he knew that it was not an ordinary fan, but a genuine high-grade spiritual weapon.

Yu Yu's thunder chasing was only a high-grade spirit weapon at this time. It was very difficult to become a high-grade spirit weapon. He had not collected enough mineral resources for a while.

The young man looks very clean, white and clean, his hair is not messy, his face is long, his nose is very stiff, very delicate, his sword eyebrows, and star eyes give people a feeling of warmth and jade, plus a snow-white robe. He looks more outstanding.

This is a standard beautiful man. Yu Yu thinks that his looks are not bad, and he can be regarded as a beautiful man. In terms of figure and appearance, they are all good, but they are definitely not very prominent. At least, this person is not of the same class.

Yu Yu sighed, and immediately thought of Xue Ziling, who had studied in the same room with him for a long time. The person in front of him was like Xue Ziling back then.

They are all handsome, unrestrained, extraordinary backgrounds, outstanding in ability, gentle and elegant, and have the grace of a gentleman.

To the left of this white-robed young man is a middle-aged man with a yellow robe, and his face is indifferent. He is still a master of the star field realm. Yu Yu is not sure whether it is the late star field realm or the mid-stage star realm, but it is definitely not the initial stage. simple.

On the right side of the young man is a female nun, who is also middle-aged, in a simple blue and white robe. At a glance, you can see that it is the elder of Shui Yuetian.

"This person's name is Tu Song, the hidden disciple of Sejongmen Rakshahai, the personal disciple of Rakshasa Sea King, and his strength is good in the late stage of the cave. He came earlier than you!"

Seeing this person coming, Han Duxue faintly conveyed to Yu Yu.