"It offends me to write many poems, so I accept it, fellow Taoist Qin."
Long Fu Shi was very polite, and he even had the intention to persuade him to use Cong Lei Sword less just now. This convinced Qin Liangyi, who had always been calm and generous, and he wiped the wet blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled with all his strength, cupping his fists and saying:
"Fellow Taoist, you are very polite."
The two of them talked to each other, and this battle came to an end.
Of course, the ending after the full stop made Qin Yun's expression even more ugly.
Because this battle was basically caused by him, he wanted to use another big victory to defeat Dan Chen and completely control the say of the actual leader of Qingxu Tian's trip.
But with Qin Liangyi's defeat, all of this was in vain and turned into a complete joke. He was in full view of everyone, and he could no longer take action. He felt a sense of frustration and resentment, as if he had stolen the chicken but failed to lose the rice.
"Fu Shi, are you okay?"
At this time, Qingyun and his party also squeezed into the crowded school grounds. Even in a large crowd, he couldn't help but hold Long Fushi's small hand with a soft jade glove and asked distressedly.
"It doesn't matter."
Long Fushi, who shook his head slightly and ended the battle, seemed to be a different person, especially when facing Qingyun, his gentle smile contained only positivity and sunshine, without any words related to darkness.
But this scene made Qin Liangyi feel creepy in his eyes.
Long Qingdi dutifully replaced Long Ranmo, dressing her eldest sister and wiping her sweat. Taking advantage of this gap, Long Fushi quietly took out the hands held by Qingyun, quickly hidden behind the cloak, and then directed towards The monk from Qingxu Tian said:
"Previously, Sister Lian was defeated at the hands of your sect, but now you are lucky enough to win. At this point, our grudges with your sect have been wiped out."
Although his tone was calm and fair, the "equality" in his words was quite domineering and sharp.
"you!"
When Qin Yun heard this, his face turned blue and purple again.
This battle was full of twists and turns. From the beginning, everyone thought that this weak woman was no match for Qin Liangyi, who had the ninth level of Yuanhua. Later, the two of them fought against each other in formations, and the runes competed with each other in a high-intensity manner.
When they entered into a decisive battle with swordsmanship, no one expected that Qin Liangyi would be defeated by "Poetry" in the end.
But now that the matter has come to this, Qin Yun really has no face to attack the other party again, but Yan Nanzhi and Dan Chen both have calm faces, especially Dan Chen, who even smiles at Qing Yun and the others, making it difficult for people to see through what they are thinking. think.
"Sister Long, you can't sing well unless you sing..."
Yao Pofeng curled his lips, but finally couldn't hold it back.
However, Long Fushi nodded slightly and ignored it. Then he came straight to Ding Fengyuan, bowed and saluted:
"Thank you, Senior Ding, for your help many times. I am very grateful to Fu Shi."
"Hahahahaha, fellow Taoist Master Long, you're so polite. Why didn't your song come to an end? It makes me feel itchy to listen to it!"
Hearing this, Long Fushi smiled faintly, and the raised corners of his mouth outlined a beautiful arc:
"I have heard that Bai Jianxian is not only unparalleled in cultivation, but also has unparalleled knowledge. He only writes poems after a few years of rough reading. If he doesn't do anything in front of everyone, it can still leave suspense and repercussions!"
This statement immediately made all the monks present feel ashamed. Considering Sister Long's level of proficiency in everything, if she just does what she wants, wouldn't everyone be stupid?
When the conversation changed, Long Fushi clasped his fists again and said:
"New grudges and old grievances are fleeting. You speak uprightly and write poems that must be responded to, regardless of identity or position, just like you just did not fear strong enemies and protected Mengxun for me."
These words immediately made Ding Fengyuan, a heroic old Taoist priest, respect the soft and boneless girl in front of him even more, so he also smiled and said:
"Well said! No wonder Lin Feng praised you to the sky in private. You are simply a strange woman of a generation! Right? Lin Feng!"
With that said, Ding Fengyuan turned his head and stretched out his hand, fished out Chang Linfeng and winked quietly at the same time.
"Lin Feng...hehe...it turns out that he is the proud son of the Chang family. He unexpectedly met his neighbors in the northern border of Yuezhou. It is really fate. It is polite to write poems."
"Long... Fellow Daoist Long, you are so polite. Long Qingcheng's name is known to everyone in Baizhen City!"
Seeing that the other party recognized his identity immediately, Chang Linfeng was stunned for a while, then his face turned red, and he quickly returned the greeting.
With his embarrassed expression and stammering tone, anyone could see what he was thinking.
It's just a pity that the word "Qingcheng" describes not only the beauty of Long Fu's poems, but also the admirers who can circle around Baizhen City several times. Of course, her heart can no longer tolerate anyone except Qingyun.
Just bowing slightly, Long Fushi came to Qingyun's shoulder and ignored the blushing Chang Linfeng at all. He seemed to have left the whole world behind him, perfectly explaining what it means to refuse with the most gentle smile. People are thousands of miles away.
"Dragon... Fellow Taoist Dragon... I think your idea of moving just now should be light flute, expressing ambition, cold sword, and composing poems, right? Fellow Taoist's talent is really..."
Seeing that the other party stopped talking to him as soon as he met him, Chang Linfeng said again.
It's a pity that although Long Fushi stopped as he expected, he didn't get the look back and smile he imagined.
"Yanzhi is dead, and now Ranmo takes over."
The fiery red cloak filled his eyes, and the graceful back made Chang Linfeng feel that he was deeply confused.
"Senior Ding, I heard Fairy Yao tell me about the previous matter. Thank you for helping me regardless of past suspicions."
After thinking about it for a moment, Qingyun also came to Shenhuatian after following Long to compose poems. No, it should be said that he was in front of the disciples of Zhizhengtang and said sincerely.
Now observing from a close distance, he discovered that the monks behind Ding Fengyuan had many familiar faces, all of whom had fought bloody battles. It seemed that during this trip to Shenhua Tianzhijing Cave, Bai Zhizheng still believed in his team more.
"Twenty years passed in a blink of an eye, and little friend Qingyun came back safe and sound."
However, even though they were both survivors of the Thirty-Three Realm Trials, Ding Fengyuan did not have the same good temper as Yao Mengxun when facing Qingyun, even though they had never actually met each other.
After all, I just had a fight with Master Bai a few days ago, even though I was still completely tortured.
But as one of the earliest close associates in Zhizhengtang founded by Bai Zhizheng, Old Man Ding still knew the details and qualifications of the boy in front of him.
"In less than twenty years, he has actually broken through to the fourth and fifth levels of the Yuan Hua Realm, and he has survived injuries that were almost disemboweled from time to time. This kid's potential is really terrifying."
Don't look at Ding Fengyuan's heroic and seasoned appearance. In fact, his character is both rough and fine, wise and courageous. Otherwise, he would not have become one of Bai Zhizheng's most trusted subordinates.
If it weren't for the many people in this place, he might have wiped out the roots for Mr. Bai long ago.
Of course, Qingyun was also very clear about the meaning of the hidden gleam in Ding Fengyuan's eyes, so he left with a few polite words and clasped his fists.
Although this time he came forward to make trouble, he has always been a person with clear grudges. Even though he had been entangled with Bai Zhizheng for a long time, if he didn't even say thank you, Qingyun always felt that he was rude to others.
"Brother Ding! Him!"
The young master had just turned around when Chang Linfeng spoke impatiently, but Ding Fengyuan shook his head to stop him.
"He is now a student of Jiangyundong. After all, he is a disciple of Zhijing Dongtian. The overall situation is the most important thing. Mr. Bai has his own opinions."
The light was also shining, but when Chang Linfeng looked at the intertwined fiery red and cyan, there was more jealousy in his eyes than Ding Fengyuan.
"I found that I really don't get along with the people in Zhizhengtang."
Dragging A Lian who kept making faces at Yan Nanzhi, Qingyun muttered helplessly to himself, and no longer paid attention to Qingxutian and the people in Zhizhengtang.
"What's wrong?"
Long Fushi raised his head in confusion and asked.
"Sister Fu Shi doesn't know. Xiao Yun'er was in the Thirty-three Realms back then~ She stole the limelight from Bai Jianxian!"
Yao Mengxun also playfully blinked her gray silver eyes and said with a smile.
How clever Long Fu Shi was. Reminiscent of the incident between Bai Zhizheng and Taiwei Qionghua a few days ago, she also hugged Qingyun's arms with a little shyness and said softly:
"I really don't know Chang Linfeng, otherwise I would have pointed it out to you before."
After saying this, she turned her head and said to Long Qingdi beside her:
"Thank you for your hard work, Qingdi, go back to Hebai's place!"
"It's...eldest sister..."
His pupils trembled slightly again. Long Qingdi seemed to have untied some kind of shackles in his mind. He took three steps and two steps at a time, and ran to the black-faced boy in a flash. His cheerful appearance was in great contrast with the dignified wide-sleeved shawl.
"It's Miaoyin again... I seem to be using my magical power to compose poems a lot recently. By the way, what did Mengxun just say to me?"
Qingyun was just thinking in his heart when Zhu Xianning finally squeezed in from the crowd in the distance, but his thoughts were interrupted.
"Ha, Master Zhu, why did you come here? We were bullied so badly by the monks from Qingxutian just now!"
The two sides had finished fighting, but the little fox didn't think it was a big deal and still complained to Zhu Xianning relentlessly.
"Haha, aren't you guys pretty good~"
On the way here, Zhu Xianning had naturally heard about the previous competition. When facing Qing Xutian, the leader of the righteous path, even though the other party did not have a representative disciple designated by the sect, he did not make too much of a show of it and just passed it by with a haha.
But as soon as he finished speaking, Qingyun and his party were surrounded again.
To be precise, Long Fushi was surrounded by senior masters whose auras were extremely powerful.
An elder of a sword cultivator from a certain sect, a casual cultivator who was good at seal carving and talismans, and even a Pan family wind-controlling cultivator who was dressed luxuriously and studded with jade also came over.
Without exception, all of them were interested in accepting disciples.
"Go, go, go, leave me alone, write poems. Now, he is an out-and-out disciple of Jiangyundong, and he is our future genius alchemist who knows Jingdongtian!"
"Brother Zhu, what are you talking about? Can Jiangyundong be a place for cultivation? Isn't it a waste of natural resources for little friend Long to study in Jiangyundong!"
"Yes, yes, Master Zhu. It is true that you are a master of alchemy, but Little Friend Long is obviously better at formations and talismans, so why are you here..."
"No, no, no, I asked you old guys, how can you accept disciples and receive..."
At this time, Zhu Xianning was shouting like an old hen, constantly driving people out, for fear that this precious baby who "understood a little bit" of everything would go to another sect to explore unknown mysteries on a whim.
Not to mention, Alchemist Zhu’s network is quite wide. The high-level monks surrounding Long Fushi are all familiar with each other without exception. Even so, until he moved out of his responsibilities as a substitute teacher, everyone became so familiar. All the talents returned in despair.
After all, Mr. Fei is much more famous than him, and no one dares to steal his little female apprentice.
It's just that the release of it made the originally unknown Long Fu poems more eye-catching.
Ding Ding~: In fact, as mentioned before, Long Fu's qualifications for practicing poetry are not high. He mainly likes various miscellaneous studies. There is only one reason why his cultivation is so rapid now.
