Su Shi's "Begonia" should be enough to shake the scene, right?

It's just that there are no begonias here, take an osmanthus to make up the number.

It seems to be okay, and I can make up the numbers.

Sure enough, as soon as this poem was read, seven or eight flower demons immediately appeared around Ye Jiangchuan, each with its own beauty.

They looked at Ye Jiangchuan stupidly, and someone read:

"Therefore, burn high candles to illuminate red makeup. ”

"It's so good, I like it so much!"

That adoring gaze makes people completely addicted.

Ye Jiangchuan smiled, walked under the chrysanthemum, and sang another ode:

"The new frost is light overnight, and the plantain is newly defeated.

Cold-tolerant only east fence chrysanthemum, golden millet at the beginning of the dawn is clearer. ”

After the chant, Ye Jiangchuan waited for countless praises.

This is Bai Juyi's "Yongdai".

But those flower demons, you look at me, I look at you.

A scholar on the side was already unaccustomed to Ye Jiangchuan's appearance, and shouted:

"This is the 7,000-year-old Tang Yi Gongzi's "Yongdai".

Everyone can recite it, what do you want to do?"

Ye Jiangchuan's face turned red suddenly, and there was a senior who took the first step......

He laughed and said, "Just kidding everyone." ”

"The light muscles and weak bones are scattered, and the golden stamen is overflowing.

If you want to know the old trillium, the herbs begin to bloom when they are destroyed. ”

is still Su Shi's "Zhao Chang Hanju"

The big guy's poem is fine, and this should be fine.

There's no way, that senior can recite Tang poems, but he can only be a sheep.

As soon as this song was called, those flower demons immediately shouted:

"What a light muscle, weak bones, scattered and ghostly!"

"When the grass is destroyed, I want to cry, this is me!"

"Great, great!"

"Excuse me, sir, what is this poem called?"

"Zhao Chang Hanju"

Then Ye Jiangchuan took two steps and came under the orchid.

"The cold plum is getting farther and farther away, and the fragrance is all over the valley.

Do not compete with the group, and the flowers and leaves do not wither. ”

Then Ye Jiangchuan looked at them.

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

"A good flower does not wither its leaves. ”

Ye Jiangchuan let out a sigh of relief, this senior has not moved!

Come under the azaleas:

"In the early years, I sang the red mountains, and I didn't know the name of the king.

The red star is dazzling towards the Beidou, and the rivers and mountains are picturesque and blood-stained. ”

Come to the peony flowers:

"Ancient and modern times are called national colors, and they are delicate and beautiful.

Whoever wants to be noble and cheap, knows the time and has his own qualifications. ”

But this senior has already moved, Ye Jiangchuan laughed again, and said:

"Just kidding, just kidding!"

"The incense is ten miles away, and the good name is passed down to thousands of generations.

The world knows the cold and warm, and it is rare and not strange. ”

This has not been touched by his predecessors, Ye Jiangchuan let out a sigh......

Ye Jiangchuan gradually figured out the pattern, and there are really a lot of seniors and bigwigs here.

However, many of them were pre-Song period, and few Song words were circulated.

In addition, there are some modern ones, but they seem to be all in textbooks, and they should be before the crossing, and they have not memorized a few good poems.

In addition, there are seniors like the master, who have almost forgotten the things of their previous lives, and they have already eaten any poems.

Fortunately, I used to like ancient poems and remember some of them.

These flower demons have lost their destiny, and within three days, they will surely perish.

Copying a few more poems by yourself to make them happy is the last happiness.

As for your own juniors, later fools, I'm sorry, I have finished copying the poems, you will die in the sea!

Ye Jiangchuan copied poems here, and many scholars were still unconvinced at first.

But as Ye Jiangchuan's poems were made, they were all dumbfounded, and then admired.

One by one, they scrambled to copy Ye Jiangchuan's poems and went back to praise them.

Ye Jiangchuan copied dozens of poems of ode to flowers in one go, and then said:

"Alright, so be it!"

There was an old scholar who couldn't help but ask:

"Master, please ask your name, so that I can go back and preach your psalms. ”

Ye Jiangchuan thought about it, and most of the Su Shi bigwigs copied it by himself, so he replied:

"Su Shi Su Dongpo, one of the eight masters of the Tang and Song dynasties, a native of Meishan, Meizhou, and his ancestral home is Luancheng, Hebei Province......"

It's a false name or something, it doesn't matter!

Everyone was stunned, Ye Jiangchuan was silent after speaking, looked at the white peony and said:

"Can you get a flower gentleman?"

Bai Peony's face was full of joy and said, "Gentleman first!"

After speaking, she handed Ye Jiangchuan a fragment of the Great Dao.

Ye Jiangchuan started to turn into a miracle card.

Card: Minaret Garden

Tier: Rare

Type: Lands

Explain, in the garden, there is a minaret, in which countless wisdom is hidden.

Summary: Beautiful place, intoxicating.

With this miracle card, all the effort is worth it.

Ye Jiangchuan smiled, and just about to leave, White Peony said:

"Your Excellency, please take your time.

We'll be open to you alone, again!

A flower feast for you!

You are a monk of the Taiyi Sect, you definitely have no regrets, and the harvest is endless. ”

Hearing this, Ye Jiangchuan nodded and said, "Okay!"

Over there, many flower demons appeared and began to give gifts.

The mortals gave gold, silver, and jewelry, and the monks gave pills, and each of them had gifts, and when the feast was over, the crowd dispersed.

Ye Jiangchuan and Fang Dongsu said goodbye, and he stayed here silently.

Soon cleared, and there was no one else here.

Many flower demons appeared, and they looked at Ye Jiangchuan with great joy.

"The east wind curls over the sublime, and the fragrant mist is empty and the moon is in the corridor. I was afraid that I would fall asleep in the middle of the night, so I burned a high candle to shine red makeup. ”

They began to recite Ye Jiangchuan's poems, and then they opened up again.

This time, it's even more beautiful than the last one.

The top ten famous flowers turned into a sea of flowers, Ye Jiangchuan was once again addicted to them, and "Taiyi Miaohua One Yuan and One Qi Void and Reality Life and Destruction of the Heavenly Mandate Sutra" ran wildly and changed!

But this time, it seems to be deeper than the last time.

It seems that endless desire swept Ye Jiangchuan, indulging in this, forever and ever, don't wake up.

This desire, greed, devouring, wanting to possess everything, the most primitive instinct of life, explodes here completely.

It wants Ye Jiangchuan, immersed here, never, never, and never wake up.

Immersed, immersed, but Ye Jiangchuan roared and suddenly woke up.

"I'm Ye Jiangchuan, the unique Ye Jiangchuan!"

"My goal is only Daoyi!"

"Endure loneliness, endure pain, persevere, work hard, only in this way, one day, I will realize my ideal!"

I want to silence him, like a dream.

Ye Jiangchuan, who has the three holy bodies, "Qinyuan Spring" and "Liuhe of the Heart", how can he be immersed in the illusion of the little flower demon and can't extricate himself?

Ye Jiangchuan opened his eyes and couldn't help but say aloud:

"Destiny Taiyi, wonderful breath, my heart is like a sword, free and immortal!"

So far, sober, there is no trace of doubt.

Instantly, a familiar voice sounded in my ears!

"Ye Jiangchuan, into the three major confusions, life instinct can not be confused, love admiration can not be confused, desire and greed can not be confused.

Transcend all beings, realize the three puzzles of small miracles, and reward the little miracle card: Heart Talk!"

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Fellow Daoists, would it be good to have a monthly pass? Xiaoshan, looking at it with a blank eye!