"The White Head Demon Master (

"what is that?"

On the arena, the thunder talisman raised around the body of He Zhenzhang crackled and screamed, coupled with the rapid wandering around the red whistle, the sound of the stirred wind was also chaotic, but in this chaotic environment, He Zhenzhang's chanting voice was still strange and high-pitched, and it came out in a chic and lazy manner. It became the only voice on the chaotic arena that can make people hear clearly...

"Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, Taohua Fairy under Taohua Temple..."

"Peach Blossom Fairy Plants Peach Trees..."

"...Folding flowers as wine money again!"

"..."

The voice chanted like a stone thrown, and it instantly aroused the hearts of all the old Xiu.

Especially those who drink and read poetry, love poetry and literary meaning the most, they are subconsciously startled.

"This poem is good..."

The first reaction is good.

There is no such kind of reaction that immediately shocks the heavens when they hear a poem. In fact, most people see a good poem, and the first reaction is just that they brighten up, it seems good, and they feel good. After that, I subconsciously slapped it carefully, and my eyes gradually brightened. The more aftertaste, the more I feel that there is a lot of writing in these few words, and it is indescribable.

"Good good..."

"It's more than good, really wonderful..."

"..."

Even when this gang of old Xiu, or those who have become aware of it, are full of curiosity and appreciation in their hearts, they can also see that the crane badge that is splashed with ink on the ring is chanting loudly, while The pen went with the dragon and the snake, and every word fell on the paper.

And as these handwritings fell, his mana surged out of thin air, quite a bit of soaring pride, it seemed to be completely released at once, and his mind was broad, and his mana was gushing like a spring of spirit, hula la With a sound, all the talisman seals all over his body were provoked by his mana to spread out, and there were even blossoming red buns flying around, just like between heaven and earth, and peach blossoms bloomed instantly.

"laugh……"

The figure of the demon girl Red Whistle was hurriedly forced by the mana, and was almost overthrown by the excited mana.

He suddenly turned his head and looked at the Tsuru Zhenzhang who was writing poems. Her small face was already pale.

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"This is what you taught this guy?"

Also in the building where you watched the martial arts performance, the goddess king was also a little curious, turning his head and looking at Fang Cun.

"This is the way for him!"

Fang Cun explained with a smile.

"Sister God King understands better than I am. The people whose natal scriptures are the "Book of Books" are the most difficult people to reason about. They read and understand the truth, cultivate their aura, and are far more pure than others. The method is far inferior to the "Shujing" and "Wujing". If you use talisman seals to fend off the enemy, it is close to foreign objects, and you can compete with your peers. It can become famous through the meaning of Scripture or poetry, and among them, the meaning of Scripture is the most important thing. After all, Scripture articles can be regarded as the great way to govern the world..."

"It's a pity that not everyone has made the Scripture articles. Like Mr. Fan, he has become famous once, and there are geometrics. Most of them are just poor scriptures, but they only have the wisdom of others. Writing articles about the sages’ scriptures can also resonate with the world and defeat the enemy, but compared to writing articles written by myself, it’s a far cry from the world!"

"The same is true for poems. Poems can be meditation, poems can be neglected, and they are both ways to enhance one's mana in a short time and defeat the enemy. It is a pity that the poems that can inspire the feelings of people around are natural, and they are only occasional. , How many can be written? Don’t you still have to write and transcribe other people’s verses, in this way, the power will be discounted!"

"Writing other people's poems is at least a hundred times different from the best lines I wrote to sense heaven and humans!"

"..."

The goddess king turned his head and glanced at him, and said, "This product can also write such poems?"

"he can not!"

Fang Cun smiled: "But he has a thick skin!"

The goddess king raised his head subconsciously, and then asked him.

Fang Cun smiled and said, "There is a huge difference between writing my own poems and writing poems by others. Then, if the poems written by yourself are plagiarized, what if others don’t know it? Just like Mr. Fan back then, if not The old slave next to him broke, and who knew that his stunning article was actually plagiarized? So, I also remembered, maybe it is not important whether it is my own poem, but the important thing is, You have to be thick-skinned, as long as it is thick enough, you can treat it as your own poem and cause the earthquake that day..."

The goddess king was silent as he listened, "I know the truth, but who did this poem?"

As he spoke, his eyes only turned on Fangcun's face, and he seemed very suspicious.

Fang Cun was completely dumb, only a bit embarrassed smile.

He is not as cheeky as He Zhenzhang, able to write poetry and still feel the wonderful realm.

So his choice is also different.

Anyway, I can't tell people that there was a surnamed Tang in the previous life, so whenever I "borrow" something from the previous life, I just laugh like that.

With such a smile, others will think that he did it himself, so they are embarrassed to admit it.

As for him, he didn't have to cross the hurdle in his heart, it was perfect!

When the goddess king saw Fang Cun’s wry smile, he couldn’t help but sighed and said, “Your brother’s commentary on the scriptures is extremely rare. I thought you didn’t have the talent for this, but I didn’t expect that you would do this with poetry. Good at it, sure enough, there is nothing simple in your family. It's just that these poems and famous songs are enough. How do you give them away?"

Fang Cun blushed as he listened.

I thought to myself: "Similar poems, I still have 300 poems..."

"These three hundred are not enough, there are three hundred more words..."

"It's not enough to add more words, and it's okay for me to come all three hundred songs..."

"So, the key is not poetry, but face..."

"How can the seniors who have traveled to other worlds not blush..."

"Yes, it's okay for those who have crossed, and some of them haven't crossed, and they are also not flushed..."

"..."

At the same time, on the ring, Tsuru Zhenzhang has already written about Hing Chu, amidst the laughter, he waved like a dance, and his voice was so clear that he shook all directions, not only forcing the red whistle to be too close to him. It made a group of old Xiu happy to hear it.

"You only sit in front of the flowers when you wake up, and you have to go to sleep when you are drunk."

"Before and after the flowers, day after day, drunk and sober year after year."

"I don't want to bow to the front of the chariot, but I hope to die in the wine room."

"..."

The sound is clear, resounding across the fields, a little bit of pen and ink, condensed into golden light.

"Unbelievable, unbelievable..."

He was already a little bit old, already unable to hold it back, patted his knee vigorously, and even stood up directly.

Especially the old Xiu of the young juniors who secretly observed these martial arts, their beards shivered with excitement, and they said: "Unexpectedly, I saw the Meng family girl the day before, so talented. I have seen the treasure for the first time, but I didn't realize it. Today, I saw another poet, Xiao Xiaocheng. In a short time, how can I see such two fairy seedlings?"

The other old man stared at the court and said nervously: "This kind of poetry talent, Ke Mo was killed..."

...

On the Le Shui Sect side, when the Le Shui Sect Master heard the first few sentences from He Zhenzhang, his eyes widened in surprise. After hearing this, his excited palms trembled: "The hard days are over. In the past, our Le Shui Sect was not good at discussing symbols and symbols, and was not able to rank in the theory of classics. Unexpectedly, now we have cultivated a poetic talent, wonderful, wonderful, and we will brag about it in the future..."

He said and waved his hand: "Did he come to the sect to repay the bill before?"

The elder on one side murmured: "Yes, this is not in compliance..."

"Reported!"

The Sect Master yelled: "He will be reported to him for all his bills in the future!"

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Amidst the panic, the demon girl Red Whistle gritted her teeth secretly, feeling the changes born around He Zhenzhang's body. She unexpectedly gave birth to a sense of shame and filth, as if she was now waving a few words about the He Zhenzhang who was writing poems. There was a certain divine light, this divine light, high above, but myself, but humble as mud, subconsciously, gave him endless awe.

She was shocked and anxious.

She knew that this was a sense of oppression created by Wen Si Miao Hua shaking the world.

She was born in a demon pen, and she heard some ancient stories from the elders of the clan, just like the demon king of XX, she saw an old scholar on the roadside, hungry, and wanted to catch it for food, but failed. Thinking, that old Confucian has no power to tie a chicken~lightnovelpub.net~ But looking up, the demon king felt his hands and feet sink, and his heart panicked. Let alone cannibalism, his knees suddenly sank and kneeled. In front of each other.

At that time, she was still very puzzled. How could the Demon King's skills be so awe-inspiring for a mortal?

But the elders in the clan told her: This is the beauty of the scriptures and the prosperous, and it is also the reason why the human race today is the ruler of the world!

It was not the old Confucian that scared the Demon King.

It is the induction of the Wenhua Avenue between the old Confucian and the heaven and earth.

The Demon King Gu Ran could kill that old Confucian, but if he really did, he was afraid that in the next second, a scourge would come!

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"Have I encountered such a situation?"

Red Whistle gritted his teeth and desperately aroused the murderous in his heart: "I can't lose, let alone lose to this person!"

So she suddenly screamed, her face was full of abnormal red, and her figure was almost twice as fast as before, just like lightning, and in a flash, she bypassed the intertwined surrounding Tsuru Zhenzhang's body. Like a talisman of thunder and lightning, holding a sharp snake-tooth short blade in his hand, he fiercely floated towards the golden light, and the crane Zhenzhang in the indistinguishable cloud and mist fell over...

When the knife was stabbed, she had already killed her.

Even if that kind of scourge is true, I will desperately kill the person in front of me...

...

As a result, she successfully broke through the layers of golden mist and came to that person, feeling that it was not as difficult as she imagined.

But after rushing over, she suddenly saw the man, who was looking up at herself.

The smile is clear and unrestrained, there is no intention to kill himself, only fun.

But rushing over to meet him with a murderous look, he gently lifted the pen and tapped the tip of his nose.

"Rascal!"