The moon was high in the sky, and there was another knock on the door.
Chen Luo slowly opened his eyes and asked cautiously: "Who?"
"Sir, everyone is here. The Jingze Poetry Club is about to begin." The voice of Magpie Spirit came from outside the door. Chen Luo breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and opened the door.
After walking out of the snail room, Chen Luo looked around and saw no fewer than four to five hundred demons on the island. They were all standing at the door of their respective houses. The Sun Essence is too powerful, so demon clans often use moonlight to cleanse their bloodline. Therefore, demon clans who are successful in cultivation will spontaneously absorb moonlight unless they intentionally control it, even if they don't breathe it in.
Normally, the more moonlight is absorbed spontaneously, the greater the potential of the bloodline.
At this time, Chen Luo looked around and saw that there were a few demons on the island whose bodies were covered with moonlight like robes, shrouding them.
The first was Jin Chen, the Dapeng clan who had a slight conflict with Chen Luo. At this time, there was no demon girl accompanying him. He seemed to have noticed Chen Luo's gaze and looked at him with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.
Then there was Chen Luo's old acquaintance - Bai Qingqing from the Qingqiu Demon Country. Although Bai Qingqing was a half-demon, the moonlight falling on her body was far more than that of ordinary demons. She felt Chen Luo's gaze and turned her head towards Chen Luoxing. A blessing gift.
The third one was the bold and bold She Xiangxiang. She Xiangxiang met Chen Luo's gaze with an expectant look on her face, her eyes were charming, and she said through the voice: "Want to sleep?"
Chen Luo laughed dumbly and turned his gaze to the bright spot of the fourth moon.
It was a little monkey, not in human form, but in the form of a monster. It had golden hair all over its body and was sitting cross-legged and meditating like a human, with its five hearts pointing toward the sky.
"My son, don't provoke that monkey." She Xiangxiang's message fell into Chen Luo's ears, "That is a stone barbarian from the ape family. He is moody but has great abilities. If I provoke him, I'm afraid I won't be able to protect him. you."
At this time, the monkey also opened his eyes, glanced at Chen Luo, looked stunned for a moment, and then grinned at Chen Luo: "After the poetry meeting, I have the opportunity to have a drink."
"Okay!" Chen Luo nodded. It seemed that the other party saw his true nature as Bai Ze.
The human Bai Mo is on the first level, the demon Bai Ze is on the second level, the barbarian Dou Erdun is on the third level, and in this wave, the martial artist Chen Luo is standing on the fourth level.
Shi Man'er nodded and resumed his meditating posture, but his invitation caused a huge uproar around him.
You must know that Shi Man'er has a noble bloodline. He is the descendant of two ancestral demons and a direct descendant of the first-level ape clan of the demon clan. There are not a few demon clans who want to make friends. But Shi Man'er burst into arrogance and ignored everyone except Jin Chen and Bai Qingqing.
At this time, he actually took the initiative to make friends, which made everyone couldn't help but focus on Chen Luo.
Who is this human race?
At that moment, Dapeng Jinchen snorted coldly, and Bai Qingqing's eyes showed a more interested look, but She Xiangxiang's eyes narrowed into slits as she smiled, as if her man was respected outside, and she was honored.
Just when the demons were talking among themselves, a white cloud fell from the sky, and Chen Luo's eyes lit up. Above the white cloud was the great lord of Sizhu Kingdom, his nephew Bai Sanqian.
Before Chen Luo could react, the magpie spirits around him knelt down first and shouted: "I have seen the mighty Lord of Chengde Shangqiong!"
Almost at the same time, there were shouts of greetings from magpies in all directions, but most of the demons from the non-Sizhu Kingdom also bowed their hands in greeting.
However, Bai Sanqian's figure only appeared for a moment, and then with a bang, he turned into a crane feather, which was touched by Master He beside him. The crane feather radiated light and turned into an imperial edict.
It turns out that the demon clan does not have the official skills of the human race to stabilize the country, so the imperial edict is conveyed as a blood token of the king himself. Obviously Bai Sanqian is He Yu.
Now that I think about Bai Sanqian's baldness, it's easy to understand.
Master He opened the imperial edict transformed from He Yu and read it loudly.
I don’t know if this imperial edict was written by the painter who painted Bai Sanqian’s portrait. He has five straight figures and six six-legged figures, and he is asking for his teeth. It’s just like a simple pass. The general idea is to commend the monsters who came to the island, and hope that the monsters will perform well. , leaving behind a beautiful sentence that will be passed down through the ages.
After reading the previous things, the rules followed. Chen Luo attended the Jingze Poetry Club for the first time and paid special attention to it, but soon frowned.
It's actually a team.
Teams of three people are allowed, and the culture of three people writing poetry gathers together, and the winner or loser is determined by the strength of the culture.
However, looking at the calm expressions of the demons around, it was obvious that this was a common practice. But why has no one mentioned it to me?
Are you too confident in yourself?
At this time, She Xiangxiang's voice came over again: "Xiao Langjun, do you want to join my team? No matter we win or lose, the benefits will belong to you. You just need to let me sleep with you."
Before Chen Luo had time to answer, Bai Qingqing's voice transmission came over: "Brother, do you want to be on the same team as Qingqing? The reward from the Poetry Club belongs to me, but what reasonable requests do you have for Qingqiu Demon?" The capital of the country can satisfy you."
Chen Luo bowed his hands to She Xiangxiang and Bai Qingqing and declined each other politely. However, at this time, the demons also made some moves. It was obvious that they had already formed an alliance before.
After a while, there were still only two people in a single team on the trail, one was Chen Luo and the other was the monkey demon Shi Man'er.
Seeing that everyone was ready, Mr. He nodded and shouted: "Jingze Poetry Club, let's start!"
After shouting this, Mr. He looked up at the imperial edict and threw it into the sky. The edict turned into a crane feather again and shot into the water at the edge of the path. In an instant, a majestic pillar of evil energy surged up in the water, following Chen Luo. The sole of the foot swayed.
The entire trail actually started to move.
At this time, a huge head poked out from the bottom of the water. Chen Luo realized that there was some kind of trail. It was clearly a huge turtle. Chen Luo turned back to look at the snail room. What kind of snail was there? It was clearly a refined snail. Barnacles.
No wonder Jingze Lake is only opened during the Jingze Poetry Festival. Presumably this big turtle cannot stay in Jingze Lake for a long time. It will have to move to another place after the end, otherwise it will be infected by the evil spirit.
The big turtle opened its mouth and let out a strange cry. Then Chen Luo saw countless green carps swimming out of the big turtle's mouth and wandering around the island.
At the same time, each carp peeled off a fish scale, turned into a beam of light, and shot towards the island. In a blink of an eye, it was suspended above the trail, reflecting the moonlight, a bit like stars shining.
"Sir, that's the stele fish." The magpie spirit beside him knew that it was Chen Luo's first time participating in the poetry meeting, so he quickly explained, "On the land there is the stele of Bigui Tuo, and in the water there is the stele of the giant turtle. But the big turtle carries all the stele. It’s a monument without words.”
"After a hundred years of practice, the wordless stele can be turned into a stele fish. When the stele fish falls on the stele scales, as long as you write a poem on the stele scales, the corresponding carp will absorb the Wenhua. The carp with strong Wenhua will absorb the weak Wenhua. of carp.”
"In the end, the carp turned into a dragon, and the fallen dragon became a monument. The poems and prose written on the wordless monument were written on it."
After hearing this, Chen Luo knew what he was talking about. To put it simply, people write poems on the island, fish eat them in the water, and in the end the winner takes all.
It is indeed a poetry meeting with the characteristics of the demon clan, bloody. But don’t mention it, it’s convenient to compare like this.
At this time, the fish scales in the sky fell one by one, and it happened that each of the monsters on the island had one. The fish scales looked very small, but when they fell on the hand, they were like a piece of rice paper spread out. It was definitely enough to write seven or eight poems. .
"Master He, these are rules that have been established for many years. We all know that, let's come up with the questions quickly." A demon tribe was a little impatient and shouted to Master He above the clouds.
Mr. He was not angry and said: "The leader of this poetry meeting will split the country and divide the territory in Sizhu. It is a matter of great importance, so the title is not announced by me."
"Our company, Zhuguo, has invited a great scholar from the human race, a great scholar from the demon race, and a senior half-demon to come up with the questions."
After speaking, Mr. He bowed to the sky: "Please ask the three of you to come up with questions."
At this time, everyone discovered that there was an empty boat above Mr. He's white clouds, and there were three people standing in the empty boat.
There was a person in front of him, wearing a green shirt, with a majestic and upright look, and a face as cold as ice. When Chen Luo saw this person, he was immediately overjoyed. It turned out that this great scholar of the human race was none other than the great scholar of Wenchang Pavilion, Zhaixingxing, who was finally able to go on official business. Tower Guardian - Leng Hanbing.
Behind Leng Hanbing is a middle-aged woman with long blue hair tied up high, and the phoenix pattern between her eyebrows shows her identity - a half-demon blue bird.
The third one is an old man with bark, with a few leaves hanging on his head. He is obviously a plant demon.
The first of the three to speak was the half-demon blue bird. She glanced around the demons on the island and said, "It's March now, it's spring time."
"I have seen many poems about welcoming the spring and heralding the spring. Today my topic is: Sigh for the Spring!"
After saying that, she took a step back, Leng Hanbing stepped forward, and said with an indifferent look: "I have long heard that the talented people of the demon race intend to compete with the human race in poetry and elegance."
"He even said that he wanted to compete with Marquis Chen Wu."
"Today's topic is exactly what Chen Wuhou encountered when he was just starting out: lovesickness!"
"You can give it a try! Humph!"
Chen Luo listened to Leng Hanbing's speech, feeling moved and helpless at the same time. Do I want to hit myself?
Immediately afterwards, the old man from the tree stepped forward, his voice old and kind: "I haven't set foot in the world for a long time. I am lucky today, so I will ask you a question: Return to the mountain!"
Three questions: sighing for spring, yearning for lovesickness, and returning to the mountains!
The demons can choose one of the questions, or write all three questions, with no fixed number and no time limit.
However, if you are a step too late and your own monument fish is swallowed by someone else's monument fish, you will be disqualified from the competition.
No wonder they have to be in groups of three to make it more intense.
After finishing the three questions, all the monsters suddenly fell into thinking, and some monsters with quick thinking had already started to write on the fish scales.
Chen Luo's mind turned slightly, and a poem appeared in his mind.
The first song is his!
Sigh for spring!
He dipped in ink and wrote on the fish scales——
The flowering period is lost every year. When spring comes, it’s just a matter of sending melancholy over to send the spring home.
Plum blossoms in the snow, pear blossoms in the moon, spring comes without even realizing it.
In an instant, a ray of culture soared into the sky among the fish!
