Bohu! My mentor has prepared Taohuawu for you, but you have not made the "Peach Blossom Temple Song" now.

Well... I will reluctantly help you, as a teacher. You can't blame your teacher!

If Tang Bohu could know the past and the next thing, I guess he would say that, mentor, you are unreasonable!

That was the "Song of Peach Blossom Temple" written in the last time I completely eliminated my fame and fortune and had no hope of doing anything.

Besides, this poem was written in the 18th year of Hongzhi! It is only the 13th year of Hongzhi...

"Young Master, you are the young master of the British Duke's Mansion! Why should you 'bow in front of the carriage and horse'?!"

But the maid smiled and broke the handsome young master's stand: "If you say 'Wuling Heroes', you seem to be!"

The so-called "Tombs of the Heroes of the Five Tombs" refer to the tombs of the wealthy families of Chang, An, Yang, Mao, Ping of the Han Dynasty.

Here, it refers to a wealthy family, and isn’t Mr. Zhang himself a wealthy family?

"Sister Miao'an, your son is the 'Great Wife and Deming King' recognized by Master Lian Ru!"

The young man with seductive Danfeng peach blossom eyes rolled his eyes beautifully and said angrily.

"I have thousands of reincarnations and countless forms of life, but I have no limit to my identity?!"

The two old and young behind the peach blossom tree looked at each other, and their eyes conveyed the same meaning: Bah~! It's a bad face!

But when the beautiful boy saw his maid curling his lips, he smiled again.

"Did my sister forget that the 'rolling Yangtze River flows eastward' that I wrote is also a song that has been read through the vicissitudes of life?"

When these words were said, even the young and old behind the peach blossom tree were silent. Isn’t the rolling water of the Yangtze River a song of vicissitudes?

"Of course, I believe in the young master, but if the young master is another poem, I will believe even more!"

The pretty maid stood up and was actually tall, but she saw her blinking her almond eyes and approaching the beautiful young man with her hand over the Japanese knife.

The blue-eyed Persian cat with a face was begging his master to hug him and rub him.

"Okay, okay... just write this song, and I won't do it again."

The young man seemed to be quite helpless and pinched the soft face of the tall maid with a pampered look, smiling and taking the Japanese knife and entering the school ground.

But he saw his Confucian shirt rolling up, holding a Japanese knife in his palm.

Standing on the school ground, his body is like a pine and cypress, his head is hanging down and pondering.

After a while, the young man with a phoenix and peach blossom suddenly raised his head and looked at his tall and pretty maid.

There was a hint of cunning and teasing in his eyes.

"Beauty is not born from the mother's womb, it should be the growth of a peach tree. I have hated that peach blossoms are easy to fall, and fallen flowers are more affectionate than yours.

When you are quiet, you will practice stopping and contemplation, and you will be in a vivid way. The lover will be there..."

The young man took advantage of the sword in his palm and stood up like the fish and dragon dancing.

Just a whisper from his mouth made the pretty maid with tall almond eyes blush to his ears.

Looking at the bright redness on the fair skin, it looks so beautiful.

Although the maid spat in a low voice, she stared at the young man with admiration.

"…I meet you again on the day I am in the wind, and a young man is in the wind.

...There is extremely smart and pride in the world, and I sigh that he is always in a vast world."

The young and old in the peach blossom forest looked at each other, and they couldn't believe it.

This is more than just a great talent, he is simply a magical talent! He dares to say that he has the wisdom of reincarnation for thousands of years and has seen all the world...

Perhaps it is true.

Of course, if they knew that this was the protagonist's halo copying ability, they probably wouldn't think so.

"...I sigh that my supernatural powers are empty and I cannot subdue the people beside me.

I want to lean on the green window to accompany Qingqing, but I regretted that I mistreat the way in this life. I have the intention to hold a bowl of the jungle and leave the beauty in love with her again."

Hearing this sentence, the maid named Miao'an pouted in anger. When did Miao'an not subdue?! The young master was talking nonsense!

You still have to become a monk?! Bah~! Which temple dares to accept the young master? Miaoan takes his temple to the abbot and all the monks in the temple are demolished!

"The eyes of meditation and meditation are opened, and I pray to the Three Jewels to the spiritual surrender platform...

...I fought for lovesickness and no restraint, but I thought that my heart would come to you."

But the young man danced the sword weapon in his palm and took several steps forward with three feet "papapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapa

A ball of sword flowers flashed out from the sword weapon in the palm, which actually felt like flowers were clustered.

"I once thought that there were many sentiments to damage the Brahmacharya, but when I entered the mountain, I was afraid that I would be able to see the whole world. How could I get the two Dharmas in this world, and live up to the Tathagata and live up to you..."

But I saw that the young man had sweat after finishing his chanting, and the frivolous maid hurried forward to wipe the sweat beads for him.

He took the Japanese knife from his hand and muttered, "Young Master cannot become a monk. If you become a monk, Miao'an, you will demolish the temple!"

Well... not only that temple, but also any abbot dared to accept someone, Miaoan also demolished him!

The young and old behind the peach blossom tree seemed to breathe a long sigh, but saw the old man's nose twitch.

It seemed that I could smell something strange and special, and the young man seemed to have smelled it too.

Then the two of them felt coldly stared at by countless poisonous snakes, and the bone-eating cold made their hair stand up!

"It's better not to move around the two behind the tree. My Ji Wushang has a bad temper!"

The two of them looked in the sound, but saw the young man smiling and looking at their positions loudly: "In Fusang, they are called 'Ghost Martial Arts'!"

In Fusang culture, the word "ghost" is not a derogatory meaning.

This is more of a compliment of awe.

For example, during the Warring States Period, the two most powerful retainers of the Takeda clan, one of the five Takeda ministers, was Hara Toshiyuki, a powerful general of the Warring States Period of Fusang.

The other one is the horse farm letter house, who was not injured for more than 40 years of war, and was eventually killed in the battle to protect the head of the family from evacuating the suicide charge hall.

Both of these were called "Ki Mino and Yasha Mino" by Fusang.

Those who can be named "ghost" and "yaksha" are basically ruthless people who "take life and death indifferently, and do things if they don't accept it."

Such ruthless Fusang people add their nickname to the word "ghost" to show their respect and praise.

But the young man walked back to the pavilion with a smile, sat on the Xiangzhu chaise longue and whispered: "Get out slowly..."

"Don't do anything that causes misunderstanding..."

The young man continued with a smile: "What they hold is a Franc machine gun, and it is as fast as thunder and lightning, and it arrives in an instant."

"Even if the two wear heavy armor, they will penetrate it with one blow!"

The old and the young man didn't say much, spread their hands and walked out of the Taolin slowly and honestly.

The old man sighed while walking, and His Majesty also said that this foolish tiger was easy to talk to...

Is this easy to talk to!

But I saw that there were three more people around the young man, an old man wearing a Confucian shirt with his eyebrows and eyes lowered his waist and hung his sword.

The other two are dignified and beautiful women wearing white tops and vermilion hem.

The two women held a weapon in their hands that neither of them had seen before.

It was a chain weapon with a cold light flashing in front and a chain of iron balls with fists falling behind.

The old man looked at the weapon and thoughtfully. He was also a master of martial arts, so he could see the use of this weapon.

The previous sickle can be cut, scraped, chopped, and chained can be held, and the sickle can be turned out to hurt people.
Chapter completed!