"The jasper is as high as a tree, and there are thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.
I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.”
Everyone stopped breathing, what a poem!
In the clear night sky, there was a thunderbolt, followed by thousands of lightning bolts like silver arrows. When approaching the small courtyard, they turned into countless light rains, extremely brilliant.
"Publishing national-level poetry, flawless"
"Compared with this poem, the poems I have seen before are as filthy as the mud in the ground."
…
The talented people were amazed!
Xiaoyue Immortal Lord looked at Chu Feng a little more solemnly.
When Xiao Huohuo and Fairy Yeyue looked at him with admiration, Chu Feng recited the second poem.
“Birds will fly away from thousands of mountains, and all traces of people will be wiped out.
Boat PC World Weng, fishing alone trees and snow. "
…
The talented people took a breath. This poem describing the cold winter river was so deep in their bones that it was the only one in the world. I am afraid it has surpassed the national level.
An even more astonishing phenomenon occurred than before. A waterfall ten thousand feet high appeared out of thin air, surrounded by dozens of mountains. Each one was engraved with traces of heaven and earth, making it unique.
On every mountain there is a splendid and majestic temple. Whether it is the foundation stone, tiles or wooden pillars, they all show the vicissitudes of time, sacredness and majesty.
Chu Feng took the third step and fell.
"Two orioles sang in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascended to the sky.
The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in the Xiling Mountains, and the door holds the ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu."
…
Another superb seven-character rhyme poem!
The talented people were silent, each and every one of them looked like the facially paralyzed actor and actress in a third-rate idol drama.
Young Master Dongxuan was sweating profusely and his face was pale.
Xiaoyue Immortal Lord leaned forward subconsciously, and his chest was completely white.
Xiao Huohuo and Fairy Yeyue's eyes were empty and lifeless, and they didn't know what they were thinking.
There was a thunderbolt, and the sky and earth were covered with dense vegetation. Ancient pines took root and grew in the void, old vines stretched out, and patches of flowers bloomed.
At the same time, Chu Feng took the fourth step and chanted with his hands behind his back:
"The young woman in her boudoir knows no worries, and goes up to the green building with her makeup in the spring.
Suddenly I saw the color of willows on the street, and I regretted teaching my husband to look for a title. "
"hiss……"
Everyone in the audience gasped again! Another national-level poem, this Taoist priest is still a human being!
Dongxuan already had a silly expression on his face, and laughter kept flowing from the corners of his mouth.
Above, Immortal Xiaoyue, standing behind the desk, a trace of heat flashed in his beautiful eyes.
Xiao Huohuo and Fairy Yeyue were still in blank expressions.
This time, as expected, another vision appeared.
Chu Feng took the fifth step, another ancient poem, the sixth step, the seventh step... Finally, he took more than twenty steps, more than twenty famous poems, and more than twenty visions.
At the dim light, Chu Feng looked back and saw that except for the Immortal Master Xiaoyue who was still standing, the rest of the people had fainted.
The ground was full of messes, the originally quiet courtyard and countless surrounding buildings were turned into ruins, and thunder and fire were burning trees dozens of miles away.
I recited more than twenty poems and it actually had such an effect!
Chu Feng subconsciously wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead.
Suddenly, a soft and powerful force struck, dragging Chu Feng away from here. His eyes were filled with darkness, and he didn't know how much time had passed.
Chu Feng landed on a high mountain, and the cold wind hit his face, which was very sour and refreshing.
A few steps away, on the edge of the cliff, Xiaoyue Immortal Lord stood facing the wind, his white clothes fluttering in the wind, his plump twin rabbits, slender thighs, and raised buttocks forming a perfect and attractive figure.
Chu Feng coughed lightly and asked, "I wonder, Immortal Lord, what are your instructions for bringing Pindao here?"
The mature and charming beauty did not turn around, but just sighed softly.
"With such talent and beauty, why are you not a member of my Confucian sect?"
It turns out that I appreciate myself! Chu Feng had a strange feeling in his heart. After all, these poems were not written by him.
"Dao Zhang Chu, with your achievements, if you join our Confucian sect, it is not impossible to be promoted to Immortal Lord, Immortal Emperor or Immortal Emperor within a hundred years!"
Xiaoyue Immortal Lord turned around, slightly opened his red lips, and said seriously.
Chu Feng smiled and shook his head.
The so-called cultivation in this world is just like a joke. In other worlds, it may not be enough to beat someone with one finger.
When Immortal Xiaoyue saw this, he looked disappointed. It was the first time in thousands of years that she had seen such a talented genius. It would be a pity not to stay.
"Those poems just now should be given as gifts to the Immortal!"
Chu Feng said seriously.
"Really? Give it to me"
Under the moonlight, Immortal Xiaoyue raised a heart-stirring smile on his lips.
Didn’t the Immortal Lord recall something wrong?
Chu Feng subconsciously took a step back.
"Look how scared you are. I have already seen through everything in the world of mortals. How can I be tempted by things of the flesh?"
Xiaoyue Immortal Lord gave Chu Feng an angry look.
God of infinite blessings and longevity!
Chu Feng made a gesture, Xiaoyue Immortal Master became more and more charming, which reminded him of Master Xiaoyue in Qin Shi Mingyue.
"I'll take you out of here tomorrow"
Immortal Master Xiaoyue finished speaking and his figure faded away.
The next day, more than twenty poems recited by Chu Feng spread throughout the tenth level of Confucianism and Taoism.
Countless talented people paid homage to Chu Feng.
Groups of young people with the ambition of becoming literary masters rushed to Guanling Mansion, but failed.
In a valley, there is dense fog, few trees, and no animals.
Chu Feng and Xiao Huohuo followed Xiaoyue Immortal and walked inside.
"Immortal Lord, why is it so quiet here?"
Xiao Huohuo couldn't help but ask.
The walking Immortal Master Xiaoyue had a cold voice.
"There is a top-level teleportation array here. When it is running, huge fluctuations will occur. Creatures with shallow cultivation cannot survive."
So that's it. Xiao Huohuo nodded and looked at Chu Feng, only to see the Taoist priest staring ahead.
Hiss, it’s a five-color altar, so majestic and sacred.
"This is the top teleportation array of the tenth level. As long as it is set up, it can send you to the fourth level of the ancient human race road."
Xiaoyue Immortal Master stopped and said.
Chu Feng also stopped, hesitated, and said to Xiaoyue Immortal: "I accidentally entered this place, and I have to trouble the Immortal to expend mana and immortal stones to open the formation. Please forgive me!"
Different from his indifference towards Xiao Huohuo, Xiaoyue Immortal Lord turned his head and smiled charmingly.
"If you feel sorry for me, just stay."
Chu Feng was sweating in his heart, wondering if the Immortal Lord should be so direct.
Xiao Huohuo, who was ignored, lamented in his heart that when he was with the Taoist priest, he could only be ignored by the woman.
With a roar, the five-color altar began to move rapidly.
The chaos is surging and the atmosphere is myriad.
Chu Feng frowned and looked at it, seeing that massive amounts of immortal energy and complex power of rules were being input by Xiaoyue Immortal Lord.
One day and one night later, a ray of light shot from the five-color altar, sucking Chu Feng and Xiao Huohuo up.
"We will meet again in the future"
Xiaoyue Immortal Lord stood in the valley and whispered to himself.
