"If the Marquis intends to leave the border, go to the Southern Wilderness, and join Si Zhu, now would be a good time." Seeing Chen Luo in a state of trance, Sang Luo spoke again.
Chen Luo came back to his senses and chuckled: "Is there some poetry meeting?"
"Master Hou is divine." Sang Luo also smiled, "Since ancient times, Wing Chun and Sad Autumn have been a prosperous time for poetry. Since Si Zhuguo has a prosperous literary style, he will not miss this elegance."
"Every year at the end of February and the beginning of March, it is the time of Wing Chun. Si Zhuguo builds a poetry stage to comment on articles." Speaking of this, Sang Luo couldn't help but smile again, "Speaking of which, if it weren't for you, Mr. Hou, our human race I have been looked down upon by them in the past two years."
Um? I won't be sleepy if you talk about this.
An interested look appeared on Chen Luo's face: "What does it have to do with me?"
Sang Luo thought about it for a while and said: "To be fair, the demon tribe is also a creature of heaven and has great talents. And because the environment and customs of the demon tribe are very different from those of the human race, they have also developed their own poetry style."
"The most famous one is the 'haiku' style of writing. This style of writing is deeply influenced by the non-metrical poetry before the Daxuan Dynasty and gradually evolved. The biggest feature of it is that it has three sentences to one, which is short, subtle, and wonderful. In the blink of an eye.”
"For example, in the previous dynasty, a literary giant emerged from the demon tribe, and he turned a banana tree into a demon. He once wrote a haiku——"
"Beside the ancient pond, a frog makes a quiet sound when it enters the middle of the water."
Chen Luo nodded. This haiku was indeed interesting, especially the word "xiang", which instantly made the entire description come alive.
Sang Luo continued: "Although there are haiku, the demon clan also pursues metrical poetry extremely. However, since the last poetry boom of our human race came to an end, few masterpieces have been handed down. There are even rumors among the demon clan that the human clan's literary style has declined. It is a blank poem piled up with words, and there is no flourishing poetry anymore. It is just a moral article, and the literary elegance of demons and Confucians is far better than the elegance of human Confucianism."
"In the past few years, many demon scholars have come to Lin'an to ask for poetry and lyrics. Where is Lin'an? Saint Lotte and Su Po were both magistrates here in the past!"
When Chen Luo heard this, his heart also moved. He remembered the poetry meeting in Zhaixing Pavilion before entering the Crystal Demon Realm. If he hadn't taken action at that time, Daxuan would have really lost to that Qingqiu White Fox.
By the way, what's the name of the demon fox? Forget it, I won’t remember the defeated general. I remember it was a white fox because the little demon left a story about "the white fox withdraws from his thoughts".
"However, since Lord Marquis was born, the spirit of the demon clan has been severely suppressed." Sang Luo Laohuai said cheerfully, "At first, those demon clan were not convinced and clamored to compete with Lord Marquis. . But the masterpieces that have been handed down since then are one after another, and they no longer dare to mention competing with him. "
Chen Luo waved his hand: "Oh, poetry and poetry are not worth mentioning. They are not worth mentioning."
Sang Luo said sternly: "The words of the Marquis are wrong. Every time the Marquis composes a poem that is handed down from generation to generation, the world's culture becomes more important. In the short term, it seems that except for the war poems, other poems have no effect. But in the long run, Look, the more culture there is in the world, the higher the awakening rate of reading talents, and the greater the chance of geniuses appearing in the tribe."
"Therefore, since the four outstanding talents Wang, Yang, Lu and Luo started the poetry scene, in the following hundreds of years, our human race's poetry has been like a vast ocean, almost creating a prosperous era of poetry that has never been seen in the human race."
"This is why demons also care about poetry."
Chen Luo's face straightened and he cupped his hands: "I've been taught a lesson."
Sang Luo's face turned red and he quickly returned the gift: "I don't dare to take it seriously. But as the young man said just now, if the Marquis wants to enter Zehu, this Wing Chun Poetry Competition is an excellent opportunity."
Having said this, Sang Luo let out a long breath and finally sold Guan Zi here without leaving a trace.
"After all, the place where the poetry competition is held is just outside Jingze Lake!"
Chen Luo: (︶︿︶)＝convex
You are so old, but you still play the suspense routine of unboxing at the end, shameless!
"Mountain Master, the purpose of the poetry meeting may be to absorb the culture and suppress the demonic energy of Bodhi Land." At this time, the mountain guarding monk sent a spiritual thought to Chen Luo.
Chen Luo was stunned. Does this Si Zhuguo know about the existence of demonic energy?
This is something even the Dapeng clan doesn’t know.
There is indeed something wrong with this Si Zhuguo.
After chatting with Sang Luo for half an hour, he stood up to see her off. Sang Luo also tactfully said that he had finished talking about his affairs in Lin'an, and he planned to leave for Hanzhou.
The implication was that the news about Chen Luo would not be revealed. Chen Luo naturally thanked him very much. In addition to some treasures, he also personally wrote the first few chapters of "The Legend of the Eight Immortals", which almost made Sang Luo almost He happily gave up and repeatedly expressed that he wanted to pass down the manuscript as his family heirloom, and then left happily.
"Mr. Mastiff." Chen Luo called out, "Pack up your gear and leave the city tomorrow to enter the Southern Wilderness!"
"By the way, go to the bookstore and buy ten sets of "The Record of the Red Dust". I'll read it when I have nothing to do on the way. That book is very well written."
…
The next day.
An inconspicuous carriage drove slowly out of Lin'an City and headed towards Zhennanguan Pass.
After running around all day, we finally passed the Zhennang Pass of the human race at sunset.
As soon as you leave Xiongguan, you will reach the southern wilderness.
Chen Luo just felt a slight stagnation in his breath, as if the air was thicker, but he quickly adapted to it.
According to convention, Zhennanguan, a hundred miles away, is the so-called "area of gift", that is, neither the human race nor the demon race will build forts and cities within a hundred miles. There is only one official road that extends beyond a hundred miles before it is truly entered. The realm of demon clan.
Chen Luo lifted the car curtain and found that the official road was prosperous, with pedestrians and caravans coming and going in an endless stream, including many students wearing Confucian shirts, presumably also students attending the Si Zhu Poetry Recital. This Sang Luo also told Chen Luo that because of the generous rewards from Si Zhuguo, the children of the human race also flocked to it. After all, studying is still very expensive.
Make money based on talent, not shabby.
It must be said that the difference is that among these students, there are obviously more shape-shifting demons and half-demon with demon clan characteristics.
After closing the car curtain, Chen Luo picked up the book in his hand. It's not "Records of the Red Dust", but "Records of Si Zhuguo".
After talking to Sang Luo yesterday, Chen Luo became obsessed with Si Zhuguo. After specially letting Mastiff Lingling transform, he went to the government to get this dossier with the Da Ru sign from Wenchang Pavilion.
After all, Sang Luo is a civilian, and a lot of information is inaccessible. Some information must still be based on official information.
As for the Wenchang Pavilion Daru brand, Chen Luo has plenty of them.
Ignoring the unimportant information, Chen Luo directly found the record of the king of Si Zhuguo.
"The Sizhu Kingdom has three kings. It has been confirmed by King Zhenxuan Sinan that all three kings are pure-blood saints."
"The Great Lord is in the form of a crane, and his cultivation level is between the second and first levels. According to the investigation, he should be the orphan of the Qing Linghe clan that was exterminated thirty years ago."
"The Lord of the Second Kingdom is a lynx in the form of a second-grade Great Sage. According to reports, he married a young master of the Tiger Clan's Sword and Tiger lineage. Later, he regretted the marriage and made a three-year fighting agreement. He defeated the young master of the Sword and Tiger lineage of the Tiger Clan. Lord, this has completely offended Jianhu’s lineage.”
"The Lord of the Three Kingdoms was originally from the Cangxiong lineage of the Bear Clan. He was born with the blood of his ancestors. When he was young, he was exchanged for blood and marrow from his fellow tribesmen, and was abandoned outside the Bear Valley. When he reappeared, he beat to death the new member of his bloodline who was a third-grade great saint cultivator. Young Master Jin Cangxiong has withdrawn from the Bear Clan. His cultivation level is unknown now."
Chen Luo licked his lips, thinking of a good guy.
Let’s just say that this is where the main character’s buffs are fully given.
Let's see, the family orphan, the divorced young master, and the bone-digging boy, with this configuration, I have to write three separate books. In this atmosphere, it feels difficult to end the game without unifying the demon clan!
What kind of Sizhuguo is too small, and the pattern is too small.
but……
An idea came to Chen Luo's mind: These cannot be related to my mysterious third senior brother.
Judging from the detailed map of Jingze Lake, the possibility is very high.
The eldest brother said that the second senior sister said that the third senior brother was very beautiful. Could it be that he was the Great Lord Xianhe?
There is also the Lord of the Three Kingdoms, a little bear demon whose blood marrow is gone. How can he survive? Moreover, he was able to complete the counter-attack in the end. He would not believe it if there was no expert behind him to kill him.
And whoever has this ability - what if he is a half-saint from a human race.
teacher!
Just when Chen Luo was thinking wildly, the carriage suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?" Chen Luo opened the car curtain, but soon understood what happened——
Someone robbed.
Someone was blocking the road and robbing the people in the "profit-making area" where the human race and the monster race had no control over each other.
A giant python that was almost thirty to forty feet long blocked the official road. Standing on the giant python was a cold-faced young man, holding a sign in his hand. The sign read "Ten liang for passing by, calculated on a per-person basis, no pay." Just make some snacks.”
The giant python swallowed the snake letter and exuded a huge demonic aura.
People who can pass the official channels honestly are rare and have the level of Confucianism. At this time, they saw that the big snake blocking the road was not expensive, so they lined up to pay.
"No one cares?" Chen Luo said casually, and the shopkeeper of a caravan next to him smiled and said, "This is my first time in the Southern Wilderness, little brother."
"This kind of thing is normal. Do you expect the Great Sage of the Monster Clan to go out for ten taels of silver?"
"Occasionally, it's just a few unlucky ones who don't open their eyes and happen to meet them. Otherwise, there will be no problem. Alas, the demon race is no better than our human race. They are in chaos."
"It's just twelve people, just bear with it."
At this time, a strange look appeared on Mastiff Lingling's face, and she said to Chen Luo: "Master Hou, that big snake is an illusion!"
At this moment, the young man who had always had an indifferent face suddenly turned around and glanced at Chen Luo. Almost at the same time, Chen Luo frowned. He actually felt a crisis coming. When he met the young man's eyes, it seemed that he was not Instead of one pair of eyes facing his own, there are nine pairs. And the birds in the flower forest in Chen Luo's soul became restless again.
"Demon energy?" While Chen Luo was in a daze, glistening saliva flowed from the corner of the cold-faced boy's mouth.
"Master Mastiff!" Chen Luo was about to tell Mastiff Lingling to subdue the young man. The young man seemed to be aware of it, glanced at Mastiff Lingling again, and patted the snake's head. The big snake raised its tongue and instantly threw the boy up. Then the big snake opened its mouth and the boy fell directly into the snake's belly. Before anyone could scream, the big snake seemed to turn into a huge water vapor bubble. , exploded with a "bang" and dissipated in the eyes of everyone. The sign that said "Passing Passersby" fell to the ground.
All this happened almost instantly. Mastiff Lingling frowned: "What a brilliant escape method, but I can't find any trace of it. Mr. Hou, that kid is not simple."
Chen Luo nodded slightly. He saw that the moment the young man disappeared, his lips moved with difficulty to form a mouth shape, as if he said something to him. That sentence was——
It smells so good!
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