Mr. Da and Li Yunsheng stood under Qinglian Peak, letting the fine raindrops fall on their bodies, looking up at the top of the mountain in the mist.

"The mountain is a good mountain."

The eldest gentleman exclaimed.

Both of them were wearing dark Confucian uniforms, with straight bodies as trunks as a tree, one old and one small, one tall and one short, like two green pine trees at the foot of a mountain.

"Not as good as Qiushui."

Li Yunsheng withdrew his gaze and said seriously.

"nature."

The eldest gentleman answered with a proud look on his face.

However, Li Yunsheng's words did not come from his arrogance towards Qiushui, but from Li Yunsheng's soul that the Qinglian Peak, in terms of the mountain and the spiritual energy of the heaven and earth around him, was indeed not as good as Qiushui.

After leaving, the two of them did not stop for a moment and came straight from Qiushui to Qinglian Peak. However, even if a great man walked on the sword, the two of them still spent an hour showing the vastness of the Qinglian Immortal Palace.

Although I had been watching this mountain for a long time, the two of them were not ready to go up the mountain today, but walked towards the valley south of Qinglian Peak.

There is a ten-mile Taoyuan in the valley south of Qinglian Peak, which is the place where the entire Qinglian Peak veins are located. In addition to Qiushui, the entire immortal palace is the most prosperous of spiritual energy and is the place where Qinglian Mansion is most proud of.

In March, the peach blossoms begin to bloom like a beautiful and beautiful flower. Every time at this time, Qinglian Mansion will gather famous scholars in the Immortal Mansion to hold a Qinglian poetry meeting until the day the peach blossoms wither.

It is now April, and the peach blossoms are about to wither. Today is the last day of the Qinglian Poetry Festival.

When he reached the entrance of the valley, Mr. Da suddenly stopped the trail:

"Since this is a poetry gathering, do you and I have to prepare one or two poems?"

“Can’t write.”

Li Yunsheng shook his head and said.

"If you can't write poetry, can you understand poetry?"

The eldest gentleman continued to ask.

"Whose poem will be listened to by the eldest son?"

Li Yunsheng thought about it and asked.

Mr. Wen Yan smiled and turned his head, walking towards the dark entrance of the valley, and said:

"Think about it carefully and help me pick a poem that you think is suitable for."

After saying that, he put his hand on the hilt of the Kaishan Sword at his waist.

I saw an old man in a civilian dress with a crutch at the entrance of the valley at some point.

"Have you thought about it?"

"Think about it."

"Then remember to chant, the sound should be loud, otherwise I will be afraid that the wind will be too strong and I will not be able to hear it clearly."

After saying this, the mountain-opening sword in the eldest Mr. left his body little by little with a slight "roar".

At this time, another group of figures hiding in the dark appeared behind the old man in a common man.

"Then I'll read it."

Looking at the group of people, Li Yunsheng frowned. From those people, he felt a strong murderous intent coming towards him.

"The boy is fifteen or twenty."

"Take a Hu horse riding on foot."

He sank the body so far away, and a clear voice came out of his body.

At this time, the group of people behind the old man had already rushed to the front of the great man with weapons in his hands.

Hearing the sound, the eldest gentleman didn't say anything, just grinned, then opened the mountain and whistled, unsheathed, and slashed a figure who was rushing over in half with one sword.

As if waiting for the next sentence, the eldest gentleman put down his mountain sword, opened the wine gourd and took a sip of wine, and then looked at the two assassins running out of the crowd with a calm expression.

"Shoot and kill the white-bred tiger in Zhongshan, and be willing to count the yellow-bred tiger in Yexia!"

Li Yunsheng's voice sounded behind him, and the eldest gentleman followed him with his sword in his hand, and swung two swords as if he was wielding his brush ink while walking.

Kill one person with one sword.

After a brief temptation, the group of assassins no longer hesitated and began to flock.

"I fought for three thousand miles in one body, and I once became a million divisions with one sword."

"Good poem!"

Regarding the dangerous statue in front of him, the eldest gentleman raised his head and sipped his wine without checking it. He leaned back and dodged a sword lightly. Then he opened the mountain to support the ground, flipped his body and slashed it out with a sword. The sword aura was like a strong wind, and the three assassins who were not anxious to dodge into pieces.

Kill three people with one sword.

"The Han soldiers are as fast as thunder, and the enemy cavalry is storming and afraid of thorns."

Li Yunsheng's voice sounded again, his voice became clearer and his tone became more and more majestic, but to the group of assassins, it seemed like a death-induced poem, which made them chill.

...

On this last day, the Qinglian Poetry Festival was highly valued by the Immortal Palace, and invited great scholars and talented men and beautiful women.

Among the most famous among the younger generation, Liu Zilu is. Although he has become famous in the past two years, both poetry and talent in cultivation are among his peers. Last year, a poem about Qinglian was famous and famous in the Immortal Palace, and everyone was circulated and even changed to lyrics and music to sing in the room.

Moreover, Liu Zilu had a good appearance, and it was no exaggeration to say that he was as good as Pan An, so he attracted countless girls in the fairy palace from the beginning of his fame.

This time I knew that he was going to participate in the Qinglian Poetry Festival. Not only Qinglian Immortal Palace, but also many beauties and socialites from other prefectures arrived in Qinglian.

So at this poetry meeting, Liu Zilu went everywhere, and the scenery around him was even more beautiful than the ten-mile peach blossoms, which made everyone envious. Many neglected children of aristocratic families were itchy, but they were helpless because Liu Zilu had amazing cultivation and was supported by the sect behind him, otherwise he would have done him secretly.

"A bunch of waste."

Feeling the resentful gazes of the children of the aristocratic families behind him, Liu Zilu, who always had a faint smile on his face, cursed in his heart.

He was very satisfied with the Qinglian Poetry Meeting this time. He enjoyed the most attention-oriented feeling, and the same was true for learning poetry and swords. When he thought that a poem could cause waves in the entire fairy palace and even the ten states, he couldn't help but raise his lips.

Just a movement of raised mouth, the girl who was surrounded by her face turned red and her heartbeat was beating.

"Senior Brother Zilu, can you help me see this new lyric I wrote?"

A girl finally plucked up the courage to hand a pink letter to Liu Zilu.

After rejecting many people before, Liu Zilu finally took the letter from the girl this time.

Liu Zilu has long understood the thoughts of these girls. He cannot accept everyone, but he cannot accept none of them. The degree of determination must be well grasped, and it is also very important to accept whoever they want. This is just like practicing. Once you learn it well, you can be invincible in the flowers.

Sure enough, Liu Zilu's actions caused a scream from the girls around him, and the girls around him were one more layer.

However, this poetry meeting is somewhat deficient for Liu Zilu.

While he looked flattered and refused the letters handed over by other girls, he inadvertently looked at a large peach tree on the east side.

Under the peach tree, a cold-faced girl in white sat at the table under the tree, looking thoughtfully at the Taoyuan in front of her.

Like Yu Liuzilu, there were many men present, who deliberately or unintentionally turned to the girl under the peach tree.

Liu Zilu frowned, as if he had made up his mind, and said goodbye to the girls beside him, and walked towards the peach tree.

"Junior Sister Ningshuang, what are you looking at?"
Chapter completed!