The Divine Martial Stars

~: 157, self-knowledge

To put it more seriously, this is because the three of them killed themselves. They wanted to go to a poetry genius. They were easily nailed to the shame column by one or two sentences. In the future, no matter when and where. However, anyone who mentions the two poems of the poems will inevitably mention the three, which is regarded as a stepping stone background board.

Of course, more people are shocked by Li Mu’s poetry.

"This boy, what is it in the end, so poetry, why haven't you seen it before?"

"Is it a foreigner?"

"Tonight, perhaps you will witness the birth of a poetry legend."

Some people started to talk about it.

Lin Qiu Shui's face was gloomy and watery. His eyes were full of grievances. He gritted his teeth and stood in the same place for a while. He finally made a decision to recruit the short winter melon book and whispered in his ear for a while. Be sure to do it, tell the teacher that this matter is related to the centuries-old reputation of my Hanshan Academy."

The short winter melon book rushed away.

Liu Muyang, the chief of Fengming Academy on the other side, also reacted.

He also called the confidant classmate for the first time, whispering something.

Tonight, no matter what means, the situation must be reversed. Otherwise, once the news spreads, his chief reputation is completely stinky, and he will be tired of Fengming Academy. This is not a trivial matter. It will even affect the future of the Empire.

The scholar of the Fengming Academy was also rushing away.

The singer Song Qingfei's face is cloudy and uncertain, standing in the same place, I don't know what to think about, but his eyes are resentful and gloomy, obviously not reconciled, and what is brewing.

Most people in the hall did not leave.

Because I saw the performance of the chiefs of the two academies, I know that this scene is not over yet.

If the arrogant young man has no background, then he will have trouble tonight, and it will be a big trouble.

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Xiao Yan pushed open the door and led Li Mu into it.

In the room, there was a faint scent of orchids, which was very smelly and refreshing.

Li Mu looked around curiously.

In the quaint room, everything should be furnished, all of which are exquisitely crafted with light-colored wooden utensils. The crepe lines are vivid and there are no obvious feminine features. The only feature is the book.

On the left and right sides of the wall, there are bookshelves, which are full of books, and even smell the faint ink and fragrance. Li Mu’s eyes are sharp and can be seen at a glance. Those books are not just furnishings. It is often read by people. Although it is well protected, the edges of the pages are worn out.

All this is to explain that the owner of the room is a good book, a book of love, and a person who loves to read.

In addition to the many books, another feature in the room is more flowers.

It is a kind of lavender blue flower. There are dozens of pots in large and small places. They are placed in different positions in the room. Most of them are already flowering, the leaves are slender, the branches are soft, and they are gently floating. People can't help but feel a pity, and the faint smell of flowers in the room is emitted from the stamens of these blue flowers, and has a unique taste.

Other than that, there are no obvious women's objects.

If it is not already known that this is the brothel of the brothel, Li Mu really thought that he came to the study room of a noble literary recluse.

Xiao Yan took Li Mu, passed through the room, and came to another room that was connected.

Here is a tea room, decorated with elegant, filled with a refreshing tea flavor.

A girl dressed in a chest skirt, quietly sitting behind the tea table, is making tea, soothing, flowing, there is a chic beauty, her hair is like a cloud, dark as ink, sitting in a futon On the time, the hair of the ankles and the ankles are like a group of ink clouds spread out layer by layer around them, forming a black circle.

Under the black hair, the girl's skin is so greasy to the extreme, it seems to be a faint fluorescent, delicate goose egg face, face is small, like an innocent jade, like the master carving of the Qiongniu Sophisticated and sleek, the mouth is a little cherry...

For a moment, Li Mu had a feeling of being lost.

How to say it, this girl, any of the five senses, is exquisite to the extreme, combined, but does not belong to the kind of glamorous and glamorous cold weapon, but a kind and gentle generation. Fenghua, can not help but produce closeness.

Not the beauty of murder.

It is a gentle color.

In Li Mu’s mind, there are two such words at once.

"Miss, this son has arrived." He said, then he sat very nicely, began to boil water, and helped the girl to make tea.

Li Mu knows that the girl behind the tea table is the head of Wen Shengzhai.

"The son of the son, please sit down, take the tea for the sake of wine, and respect the son of a son. Thanks to the son of today, in the Wenshengzhai, make this beautiful poem." The flower wants to speak, the voice is soft and soft, very nice, like the wind. Like the blue flowers in the middle, it is pity.

Li Mu smiled, sat down, took the teacup, tasted it, and then drank it.

When I picked up the cup, my fingers touched, and Li took a faint coldness from the girl’s fingertips, like a piece of ice.

After drinking tea, the atmosphere was a bit dull.

Li Mu does not have experience in this area and does not know what to say.

This is, there is a faint scent that is different from the fragrant blue flower fragrance. Slowly, Li Mu took a sip of his heart and shook it a little. He immediately realized that this was the scent of the flower that he thought of, and he couldn’t help himself. A swing.

Before crossing, he was a junior high school student in the edge of an ordinary small city. Where did you face such a beautiful and beautiful woman so close?

Especially the Xiqin ethos is open, the women wear the chest-breasted skirt, the chest is very low, similar to the low-cut dress on the earth, so the flower wants to have a white and clear groove on the chest, almost at your fingertips. The appearance of Li Mu, who was originally calmed down, gradually became a bit unbearable and blushing.

He feels that facing such a beautiful and beautiful woman, it is even more stressful than the master who is the same as Wei Chong.

"The son seems to be a bit cramped?" The flower wants to open the words with a three-point smile, eye-catching.

Li Mu smiled and didn't hide anything. He said: "The first time I came to the brothel."

In the eyes of the flower, there was a hint of surprise, and it immediately turned into a sly smile. "The son poetry is shocked. Tonight, I made a singer's poem for the singer." I am grateful, I don’t think I have to report, I have to cook tea for the son, please."

In the heart of Li Mu’s heart, the next sentence of the newspaper is not supposed to be ‘have to be accustomed to it’? How to become a boiled tea, this girl looks beautiful, but does not play cards according to common sense.

He didn't study tea, so he drank it like a cow chewing a peony, just drinking it.

The cockroach, called Xiner, shook his head and looked at it. The son poem was amazing, but in terms of etiquette and tea ceremony, it was ignorant. It seems that there is no legendary high-pressure of the celebrity, but instead Like a dull goose, it doesn't understand the style.

I didn’t have any contempt for the flowers, but I felt that I was so funny and embarrassed, and I was able to store a cup of tea for Li Mu, saying: “I don’t know the name of the son.”

Li Mu opened his mouth and said it.

But he turned his mind and thought that this time he just came to visit and opened his eyes. It is not that he wants to really do something. It’s about the beauty of the beautiful and beautiful people in front of him. The chances of what is going on should be small, so I don’t know what the name is.

So he smiled and said: "The same is the end of the world, why have you met each other... I am just a nameless pawn, I have a good sentence tonight, I am fortunate to be able to see everyone, you and I are different people The name has no meaning, just a code name." Li Mu means that he is from the earth, within 20 years, he will definitely go back, so it is two people from different worlds, not too long-term intersection. .

The flower wanted to take a glimpse of it, but I didn't expect it to get such an answer.

Next to the Xin Xiner, raised her head, and a small cheeky face, it was also a big accident.

However, take a closer look at Li Mu's clothes, very ordinary fabrics, squatting on the body, and there is no valuable decoration, it is estimated that it is not a big family, even the rich family is not considered, probably a passing The poor scholars only, so Xiner feels that Li Mu’s emotional content is probably that he feels that he was born in a humble way. Today he is able to go upstairs. It’s just a fluke. In fact, there is no status and financial resources that match the talent. In this way, naturally, My own lady is a man of two worlds.

This should be a self-knowledge.

Xiner is a little sympathetic to Li Mu.

However, this little sister thinks that Li Mu is so self-aware that it is not a good thing.

After all, although my own lady has recently encountered some troubles and was forced to open the window, it should be able to solve it. With her talents, looks and fame, she does not know how many powerful chases, how many Junjie genius pursues, and the choice. There is a lot of room, it is impossible to really be a poor scholar who has no power and no power because of a [Pearl Poetry]. After all, living is not based on poetry. This poor scholar has struggled for one year, and it is not necessarily affordable. A box of rouge from my own lady.

Originally, Xiaoxin Xiner was worried that after Li Mu came in, he would ask for some rude and excessive demands, which would cause him to avoid it. Now, it can be avoided. This poor scholar is quite self-aware.

"The same is the end of the world..." The flower is a bright spot, and I can't help but carefully taste this poem.

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