"So what do we do?" The sword idiot has really changed, if he stayed in the past, he would have panicked, but at the moment he still looked calm and calm.

"The other party didn't break it, it is estimated that he didn't guess the relationship between us and the Blood Drinking True Monarch." Murong Feng sneered: "Since people pretend not to know, let's also accompany that old guy to continue acting." ”

The sword idiot nodded silently.

At this time, Yue Xi and Lin Yue walked over, and the conversation between Qingyuan Ancestor and Murong Feng just now could be heard clearly, so as soon as they saw Qingyuan Ancestor, they immediately walked over and said politely: "Dare to ask Miss Zhao, but you have studied the subset of my Confucian scriptures and histories?" ”

"I've only skimmed through a few books, and I haven't studied them in depth." Murong Feng smiled quietly and said: "Actually, compared to those boring scriptures, I prefer those poems and songs that can cultivate sentiment. ”

Lin Yue's eyes lit up immediately, and she said, "Sister Jiangang, do you also like poetry and songs?" Do you like that person's poetry? ”

Murong Feng was immediately embarrassed, and said in his heart, how do I know what masterpieces you have here.

The sword idiot had a look of watching the show, Yang Xiu was very much looking forward to what poetry Murong Feng would say, after all, it was much more normal for girls to talk about poetry and poetry than to study any subset of scriptures and histories all day long.

Just when Murong Feng didn't know how to answer, that Yue Xi was in a hurry to express: "Senior sister, no matter how good this famous poem's poetry is, it is someone else's, how can we make a poem now?" Why don't we write a poem about this scene? As he spoke, he pointed to the natural and quiet Lotus Cloud City.

Lin Yue immediately said with a look of admiration: "Senior brother, do you have any inspiration?" ”

When it comes to chanting poetry, I dare to say the second to the Confucian disciples, and no one dares to say the first, so Yue Xi smiled proudly and confidently: "I was inspired to travel to Jiuzhou, and I wanted to write a poem every place as a souvenir." And the scenery of this Lianyun City is unique, so that in the next time, Shixing made a big draft of a clumsy work, and asked a few senior Taoist friends to help correct it. ”

Blood Drinking Zhenjun smiled and said: "Although the old man is not good at poetry, I hope to smell Xiaoyou's masterpieces." ”

Yue Xi finally seized the opportunity to perform, and naturally made a full shelf, first coughed and cleared his throat, and then looked at the rolling Tianhe in the distance, and recited with a hesitant face:

"The Tianhe River goes far into the four seas, and the blue leaves climb the palace even in the sky."

"Good !!" The sword idiot suddenly shouted hello, startling everyone. Lin Yue, who was provoked on the side, pouted, and said in her heart that she should call this sound, what are you robbing a big man!

Yue Xi was even more proud for a while, and immediately recited the second half of the sentence that he had been meditating for a night.

"Thousands of sails are reflected in the green shade, and the edge is hidden under the flowers of Lotus City."

This time, even the blood drinking Zhenjun, who was not good at poetry, also shouted hello, and Lin Yue stared at Yue Xi with little stars in his eyes, which made this guy even more proud.

"The river of heaven goes far into the four seas,

Biye climbs the palace in the sky.

A thousand sails reflect in the green shade,

The edge is hidden under the lotus city flower. ”

Murong Feng recited the whole poem on one side, and then glanced at the Lotus Cloud City hidden under the blue leaves of the sky, and couldn't help but admire: "Good poetry, it really should be the right situation." I don't know what the name of this poem is? ”

Yue Xi smiled proudly and said: "Miss Zhao, the name of this poem is actually hidden in the verse, you read the first word of the first sentence, the second word of the second sentence, the third word of the third sentence, and the fourth word of the fourth sentence together. ”

"Heaven, leaves, reflections, and cities?" Murong Feng read it aside, and said with a dumb smile: "The son-in-law is talented, and the little woman admires it." ”

Lin Yue's eyes rolled, and she said with a smile: "Sister Jiangang, since you also know poetry, why don't you also take this opportunity to write a poem and let a few senior Taoist friends present taste it?" ”

Yang Xiu frowned, he could naturally see that this woman seemed to have good intentions, but she was secretly targeting Miss Zhao, after all, as long as she was a woman, she didn't care about her appearance. Especially when there is a stunning beauty who can make other women feel ashamed, as long as it is a woman, it will be jealous. This female disciple of the Confucian Sect is naturally no exception, not to mention that her Senior Brother Yue seems to be too behaving in front of Miss Zhao, which must have caused this woman to have a huge sense of crisis.

Murong Feng didn't think about it so much, but he purely felt that the poem "Tianye Yingcheng" was catchy, so he praised it, but he didn't expect to be taken the opportunity to drive ducks to the shelves.

For a moment, several people present stared at her, seeing how she would answer. Even the swordsman, the virgin, already had a gloating expression.

Murong Feng originally had no inspiration or interest in composing poems, let alone being driven to the shelves temporarily, so it must be useless to write a ready-made poem, after all, she is not a great writer who is sad all day long. But none of this prevents her from being a palindromic copyist, and this is not the earth anyway!

"Actually, I'm not good at writing poetry, so I'm not good at it." Murong Feng said casually, but several people present were dumbfounded.

Even if a few people don't understand poetry, they understand that the difficulty of writing is definitely several levels higher than that of poetry, and if it is not good, it will definitely be laughed at and generous.

Yang Xiu hurriedly persuaded: "Miss Zhao, Miss Lin asks you to compose a poem, and you can compose a poem." ”

"It's okay, I just have a manuscript." Murong Feng smiled slightly, leaned on the railing and looked at the mountains and rivers from afar, and chanted:

"In the early autumn of independence, Tianhe went south to Bailuzhou. Look at the mountains red all over, the forests are dyed; The river is clear and transparent, and hundreds of boats compete for the stream. The eagle strikes the sky, the fish soars to the shallow bottom, and all kinds of frost compete freely. Confused, ask the vast world, who is the master of ups and downs?

Bring hundreds of couples to travel, reminiscing about the past eventful years. Just the same way as a young man, in his prime; The scholar was angry and scolded Fang Xuan. Pointing to the country, inspiring words, the dung was ten thousand households. Have you ever remembered that when you hit the water in the middle of the stream, the waves curb the flying boat! ”

As soon as this word came out, there was silence at the scene, and several people had different thoughts but were all dumbfounded......

The sword idiot admires this girl for plagiarizing so blatantly.

The Blood Drinking True Monarch mistakenly thought that this was the Moon Shadow Great Demon King, and he was really reminiscing about the past.

Yang Xiu didn't expect the young Miss Zhao to have such talent, she was shocked.

And Lin Yue was already completely stunned, not to mention that the artistic conception of this poem alone threw Yue Xi's poem out tens of thousands of miles, but it was the majestic atmosphere of this poem that made her feel difficult to breathe. This is unprecedented, and I am afraid that even a few great Confucian scholars in the academy could not write such poems. The reason is simple, because this is an imperial poem!

As for Yue Xi, it was no better, but he immediately reacted that this word could never be made by a girl in the prime of cardamom, which was obviously plagiarizing others. But the problem is that he has never heard of this masterpiece after reading a lot of books, and if such a majestic phrase comes out, it will definitely be praised by the world as a guideline. Why has it never been mentioned? Could it be the new work of that great Confucian or Yasheng?

And Ren Yuexi probably wouldn't have guessed that this poem, which had been slightly changed by a few words, was written by a founding ancestor of another world. The words and sentences contain the imperial atmosphere, so it's strange that it can't be majestic.

"Son-in-law, I don't know if the little girl's clumsy work may enter your ears?" Murong Feng asked with a smile. Throughout the thousands of years of Chinese civilization, Confucianism has been an academic school of outrageous rhetoric since its birth, and the easiest way to convince Confucian disciples is not to use brutal force, but to slap them in the face in the field they are best at. Otherwise, with the sour temper of these sour people, they will definitely torture you endlessly with little things until they drive you crazy.

Obviously, the effect that Murong Feng hoped for had been achieved, and it was surprisingly good.

Yue Xi was speechless, and she couldn't find evidence to prove that others were plagiarizing, so she could only flee in shame, so that she almost avoided Murong Feng in the next trip, which made her rarely quiet. But the problem is that Yue Xi and Lin Yue didn't dare to provoke her, but Yang Xiu pestered Murong Feng to chant poems almost every day, but there was not much ink in the belly of this goods, and a few lame love poems made Murong Feng hate to kick this cargo off the boat.

Fortunately, the Divine Sword Gate was already in sight, and Murong Feng was finally freed.

Murong Feng originally thought that this Divine Sword Gate would find a blessed land with beautiful mountains and rivers as the gate station, but when she saw a majestic city appear in a field, she knew that fantasy or anything was a lie.

Instead of setting up the sect in the mountains and mountains that are difficult for mortals to set foot in, the Divine Sword Gate built a city and opened roads, set up shops, and planted mulberry fields in the center of the most densely populated plains, as if an imperial capital was dominating one side.

And the sect of the Divine Sword Gate is like a majestic imperial palace located in the center of the big city, in a sense, this Divine Sword Gate is the fantasy version of the ancient imperial imperial city, but the emperor is the sect master, and those elders perform their duties like the bigwigs of various departments.

But what made Murong Feng even more amazed was that the sect master of this Divine Sword Sect was not lifelong like the ancient emperors, in fact, it was understandable if he thought about it, after all, the emperor wanted to be a long live himself, but there was no one who lived past a hundred years old. But here are as many monsters as dogs, and in the cultivation realm where monks are flying all over the sky, old monsters who have lived past 10,000 years may be rare, but living thousands of years old is definitely a big deal. What if this is really the Emperor of Long Live and let the people below?

Therefore, the elder rotation system implemented by the sect master of the Divine Sword Sect does not feel familiar? That's right, it's a republican electoral system! It's just that the outer bread is covered with a layer of fantasy, the term of office of the sect leader of the Divine Sword Sect is one hundred years, if there is no big mistake, he can be re-elected for one term, but if he makes a big mistake, he will be impeached by the elders, but the elders only have the power to impeach, but they do not have the power to directly oust a sect master, because this power is in the hands of the senate composed of the old monsters of the sect.

It is said that this super-modern republican electoral system was invented by Namomen hundreds of years ago, of course, when this system first appeared, it caused an uproar in the world, and it was slandered and attacked by the old Confucianism. However, hundreds of years have passed, and although the various sects in Jiuzhou do not say it, their bodies are very honest to copy this system and apply it to themselves.

In particular, the Confucian sect kept shouting not to don't, but the plagiarism was the most thorough, and even the election of the door owner was not wanted, and the new was directly launched to create a republican parliamentary system in the real sense. Anyway, there has never been an emperor in the true sense of the word in this world, so unlike the Confucianism in ancient China that was born dependent on imperial power, the Confucianism in this Xiuzhen realm is not lost to Momen in terms of advanced thinking, otherwise the two sides would not be able to fight each other for thousands of years without being equal. In fact, just from the fact that women can be recruited into the academy, it can be seen that the Confucianism here is still very open-minded, but the natural sourness really makes other sects a little unbearable......

After all, the Touri is an important weapon of the country, and it must not be able to swagger into the city, so it flew around the city into a military camp, and the military camp has a specially dug lake for the Touri to land.

In this barracks, the soldiers who are on duty at the entrance of the camp are all monks in the foundation building period, and the captain in charge of identity verification is a Jindan monk.

Murong Feng, Sword Idiot, Yang Xiu, Yue Xi, and Lin Yue were not disciples of the Divine Sword Sect, so they were naturally not qualified to enter other people's military lands. Therefore, the five people were blocked out of the camp gate and sent off the boat by the Blood Drinking True Monarch himself with a magic weapon.

After the Blood Drink True Monarch entered the military camp and completed his debriefing, he drove a spacious demon beast van with five people and galloped away in the direction of the city gate.

The van has not yet arrived at the city gate, but the lively market along the road has already dazzled several people in the car. It is supposed to be a suburb of the imperial capital, but it is no less lively than some of the larger towns.

When the van car came to the towering city gate along the crowded traffic, Murong Feng lifted the car window to look up at the city gate, only to see a huge stone plaque embedded in the city gate, and the plaque was engraved with four quaint big characters like a golden hook for the first Yang Shendu!

Blood Drink Zhenjun took the opportunity to introduce the Shouyang Divine Capital City to a few people in the car: "As you can see, the capital city of the Evil Sect is located on this Shouyang Plain, less than 100 miles away from the East Wilderness Sea in the east, so it is named after the first sun in January in the 24 solar terms, which means that the sun rises and shines on the first ray of sunshine. In addition, there are also four big cities of the city, including the city of the incense, the palace of the warbler, the important town of Huaixu, and the four big cities of the Ming Shutong capital, which are located in the four directions of the arch and the god capital. In addition, there are Jixia City, Lanqiu City, Nangong City, Juyue City, Zichun City, Jiayue City, and Bingyue City, and these city names are taken from the 24 solar terms. ”

Yue Xi rarely did not show off his knowledge, but looked out the window frequently, and exclaimed with an exclamation on his face: "The liveliness of this Shouyang City is no worse than my Confucian Shushan Holy City." ”

Yang Xiu chuckled and said, "Brother Yue Xian, don't you say that every time you go to a place, you will write a poem to commemorate it?" This Yang God is much more majestic than that Lotus Cloud City, so you must be able to make a better work, right? ”

Yue Xi was immediately old, since he was slapped in the face by Murong Feng in the field he was good at a few days ago, it was too late for him to hide from others, how could he dare to show ugliness in front of others.

"Please also ask Brother Yang Haihan, foolish brother, I was shocked by the majestic prosperity of Shouyang City for a while, so that my heart was in turmoil, and I couldn't grasp that trace of inspiration for a while to make a satisfactory masterpiece." Yue Xi's eyes rolled, and he played a trouble, and said with a smile: "Why don't you invite Miss Zhao, who is only a high fighter, to also write a song for this Yangcheng, so that I can wait to open my eyes?" 2k reading network