"The White Head Demon Master (

That stroke is not murderous, not even powerful, only ink.

A stroke was drawn on the tip of his nose, but Red Whistle was stunned on the spot.

She knew very well that if she wanted her own life, she only needed to add more strength and it would be done.

She actually rushed to the other side of her, and she was surrounded by eloquence, driven by the force of the resonance of the world and the earth, she felt that she was suppressed on the spot by him. There was a kind of defenseless, letting the other party palm. With the same feeling of being killed, she felt that she could die at least a dozen times at that moment, but the other party actually just picked up a pen and touched the tip of her nose.

...I have to say, this move is very frivolous, and a little bit wretched...

However, he had already embraced the idea of ​​returning home, just like a red whistle walking from the edge of life and death, but was directly defeated.

She was holding her body desperately, trying to get up and kill her with that nasty smile.

But she only felt that the Huang Huang Qi Luck around the other party had already rushed towards her like a tide, and above her head, it seemed to be facing a sea, which came from the bright and bright Wen Si Qi Luck of Great Xia. Although only a corner, it is extremely terrifying.

At this time, she finally understood what the demon king in the story was afraid of.

So after she couldn't stand up after exhausting her strength, she actually knelt down and cried loudly.

Looking at him crying bitterly, He Zhenzhang put a smile on his face. He did not go to help the banshee, but after a moment of hesitation, he continued to write down. The cool and dripping handwriting happened to catch this free and easy song. Li Chen's poems made the radiant spirits around this even more soaring, and each section seemed to draw some kind of majestic luck to him.

"Chess and horses are of great interest to those who are noble, and those who are poor in wine and flower branches are fate."

"If the rich is better than the poor..."

"One is on the ground..."

"One in the sky!"

"..."

After writing this poem, He Zhenzhang lifted up his sleeves, picked up the sticker, and appreciated it for himself.

Then, he handed it to the red whistle who was kneeling and crying, and smiled: "Give it to you!"

"I……"

Red Whistle was stunned, feeling like something like a tsunami, rushing into his heart in an instant.

She was ashamed that she had never seen her in her life, and she blurted out subconsciously: "I...I haven't read many books, don't understand..."

"It's ok!"

He Zhenzhang looked at her with a smile, and whispered: "Come back to me, I will teach you privately!"

After that, he stuck the words into the arms of the banshee, laughed loudly, and turned away, with a ray of Wenbao light behind him.

...

...

"As expected, as expected..."

Looking at the half-poem written by He Zhenzhang, he held his hand down, the world was in a dense appearance, and he nodded imperceptibly.

"Before embarking on the path of spiritual practice, I thought that the theory of luck is nothing but illusory, but now I understand that this is not a fake. The real existence of air is over everyone's head. Heaven and earth, at this time, I finally understand why people who practice need to borrow the will of heaven, and why everyone who walks on the road is a prisoner..."

"Or in other words, this is not a prisoner, but there are gains, nothing more..."

"..."

Fang Cun didn't say these words, just flashed gently in his heart, without a trace.

But the goddess king seemed to be keenly aware of the tremor in his mind, turned his head thoughtfully, and glanced at Fang Cun. She did not ask, but Fang Cun knew what she realized and knew she was there. Determine what to yourself.

So, he nodded slightly to express affirmation.

The fifth door, just so inadvertently, opened when Fang Cun finally determined the problem.

...

...

"what?"

Around the Xianhui arena, the practitioners saw a scene on that stage, and I don't know how many people dropped their jaws in shock.

It was an expected battle between life and death. Who could have imagined that it would have become such a situation. That Young Master Crane’s poem shocking the city is already deeply moving, and even more shocking, it is even His opponent was also shocked by the air in the poem, and took the initiative to bow his head to admit defeat. These things were a bit bizarre, but watching them at this time made everyone surprised and happy.

If there is a feeling of being proud, it is now!

Whether a poem is good or not, not everyone can count it, it can attract a lot of applause, but it is just mediocre.

It is really elegant to be able to conquer the fairy with a poem, and take the initiative to bow down...

But amidst suspicion, some people feel distressed...

"How did you give it to that demon girl?"

"This prodigal son, do you know how much this word sticker is worth?"

On the side of Le Shui Sect, all the elders are so angry that they have toothaches and fire in their eyes, and they want to get them back.

"No problem!"

It was the Sect Master of Le Shui Sect, with deep eyes, staring at He Zhenzhang, and said: "This kid has become famous, and we Le Shui Sect will also follow suit, and don't care about this word sticker... Turn around and catch him back to the mountain gate. He was locked in the room and asked him to write a hundred volumes in one breath. Later, if Le Shuizong gives gifts, he will give this..." As he said, he frowned slightly, and said: "But this poem is good, but it seems that the meaning is still unfinished. , The meaning of leaving the dust is not completely transparent, is it possible... a few more sentences after that?"

He said and waved his hand: "Be sure to let him write it!"

...

...

On the other side, Red Whistle returned to the stage holding the verse that was still incomplete in ink, blushing and head down.

The young master of Youwuling had been defeated before, and she had been despised and cast aside her eyes among the monster race. At this time, she was naturally full of worry, regretted for a while, and felt that she was so easy just now. She was taken away by others for a while. I was immersed in it again, thinking that I would come back a few more times, I am afraid that it will be the same, thinking of this, but feel that it does not matter even if it is being scolded and contemptuous in the clan.

It's just that she didn't expect that the Demon King and the great demons did not scold her.

However, a few elders looked at her helplessly and pity, and shook their heads slightly.

One of them said: "You don't have to be too upset. If you lose under this poem, you don't lose the Yaozu's face!"

Red Whistle was stunned, and raised his head in puzzlement.

"The demon clan cultivates, first cultivate the human appearance, what do you do for?"

The elder slowly shook his head and sighed: "Don't say it's you, even if it's me, or the demon king, or even the demon, if you see someone who can write such great works, Can't kill him, this is to respect the human spirit!"

"It's as if we fight and fight with Daxia again, but we also respect the sages of their human race!"

"..."

Hong Shao'er seemed to understand but not understand, but she finally understood that she didn't have to worry about any worries.

Then his mind moved again: "If the elders don't pursue it, wouldn't I really be able to find that person..."

"Study poetry?"

"..."

Performing martial arts continue!

It's just like the previous day, who was robbed of the limelight suddenly, and the people who came in the back were really miserable.

And Fang Cun and the goddess king, after watching the battle of Hezhenzhang, they also went back early.

There are still a few old classmates who are behind, so they have to save time and deliberate one by one.

And he also thought that He Zhenzhang was in such a big limelight, and this night must not be peaceful. I don't know how many literati, elegant, seniors, all thinking about seeing him, but they didn't think about it. It just arrived in the afternoon. Seeing Tsuru Zhenzhang came over with a hand on his back with a cheerful face, and his brows were constantly picking up. When he saw Fang Cun, he happily greeted him and said, "Go!"

Fang Cun was taken aback: "Where?"

He Zhenzhang said: "Lan Xiangju, I will treat you!"

"what?"

Fang Cun glanced at him suddenly.

He Zhenzhang happily said: "Lao Fang, Lao Fang, I won't say anything else, you really helped me a lot this time, do you know that the sect has already hinted at me, what will I do in the future? , Where I want to go, all the account sects have been reported. What is even more exaggerated is that now all the brothels in this city are actively posting me, asking me to drink..."

Fang Cun looked a little helpless and looked at him silently.

He Zhenzhang smiled, not at all embarrassed, and said closely: "Also, give me the next few sentences?"

Fang Cun was startled: "What are the next few sentences?"

"The last few lines of that poem..."

He Zhenzhang said: "It can be seen. The few sentences you gave me should not be complete, and there will be a part later, otherwise the breath will not be able to be received after all. The lord has already spoken, let me copy it as soon as possible. Give him a good appreciation..."

"I really can't underestimate people..."

Fang Cun couldn't help laughing when he heard the words.

The literati in this world naturally has some good points.

He really didn't give the whole poem, and they clearly felt it.

"It's easy for you, but it's not good for you!"

Fang Cun smiled and said: "If it was just to play a big role and support the facade, it would ruin this poem. There are triptych behind it, but I will deduct it for the time being, so you can try to figure out the meaning of it, and continue it yourself. When did you really renew it yourself, or feel that you really can’t renew it~lightnovelpub.net~ come and find me again... As for others, you should know what to say?"

"What?"

Hearing this, He Zhenzhang was slightly taken aback: "Why did you give your homework?"

Fang Cun glared at him.

He Zhenzhang hurriedly smiled and said: "It's easy to say, easy to say, but I still have one question. Tonight, there is a young young air refiner in Yuancheng who has a banquet. I specially invited me and Senior Sister Meng Zhixue Meng, among them young and beautiful Junior sister... do you have time today?"

Fang Cun smiled and said, "What are you doing with me?"

Tsuru Zhenzhang lowered his voice and said, "They entertain guests just to ask for advice on how to restrain the monster race..."

Fang Cun understood when he heard what he said.

This second day of martial arts performance was not the only battle between He Zhenzhang and the demon girl Red Whistle. Previously, 36 talents of the demon clan challenged the 36 famous Tianjiao in Yuancheng. In the afternoon, there were still two battles , It’s just that these two battles were very miserable. One was seriously injured, and the other lost his life. It was only because Meng and He were so amazing that this suppressed the decline!

For this reason, those who have been named and challenged and are about to enter the ring are naturally a little panicked.

That's why they specifically invited Meng and He, just to ask for advice on how to win.

And Tsuru Zhenzhang knew about his family affairs, and he didn't know what to say and what not to say, so he hurried over to ask himself.

Fang Cun has been waiting for this question for a long time.

He said to Hezhenzhang: "Just go away, and when the right time comes, push to me!"

Tsuru Zhenzhang was startled: "Are you willing to point them?"

"If you give me some advice, it's nothing!"

Fang Cun looked at him with a smile, and said, "What is Yuancheng Sanya? If you want to be elegant, then let's be together..."