white head demon

She herself rushed to the other party's side, and when she was surrounded by eloquence and the power of heaven and earth resonance induced by the other party, she only felt that he was suppressed on the spot by him, a kind of defenseless, letting the other party hold her She felt as if she was dying. At that moment, she felt that she could die at least a dozen times, but the other party just tapped the tip of her nose with a pen.

...I have to say, this action is very frivolous, and a little wretched...

But already holding the idea of ​​returning home together, he was directly crushed like a red whistle who walked around the edge of life and death.

She braced herself desperately, wanting to stand up and kill that hateful smiling face.

But she only felt that the brilliant luck around the other party had rushed towards her like a tide, and above her head, it seemed to be facing a sea, which came from the brilliant writing luck of Da Xia. Although it is only a corner, it is extremely terrifying.

At this time, she finally understood what the demon king in the story was afraid of.

So after she exhausted all her strength and couldn't stand up, she knelt down and cried loudly.

And looking at him who was crying bitterly, He Zhenzhang also put away his smile on his face. He didn't go to support the banshee, but after a moment of pondering, he continued to write down. Li Chen's verses made the brilliant literary atmosphere around him even more explosive, and every verse seemed to draw some kind of extremely majestic luck to him.

"Car dust and horses are rich in interest, and wine cups and flowers are poor."

"If wealth and honor are compared to poverty..."

"One on flat ground..."

"One in the sky!"

"..."

After writing this poem, He Zhenzhang rolled up his sleeves, picked up the sticker, and admired it by himself.

Then, he handed it to Red Whistle who was kneeling and crying bitterly, and said with a smile, "Give it to you!"

"I……"

Hong Whistle was stunned, feeling like something like a tsunami poured into his heart in an instant.

She was ashamed as she had never seen in her life, and subconsciously blurted out: "I... I haven't read many books, so I don't understand..."

"It's ok!"

He Zhenzhang looked at her and smiled, and said in a low voice: "Come back to me, I will teach you in private!"

After saying that, he stuck the word into the banshee's arms, laughed loudly, turned around and left, behind him was a radiance of cultural treasures.

……

……

"As expected, as expected..."

Looking at He Zhenzhang, who wrote half a poem, he lowered his hands behind his back, the world looked solemn, and he nodded imperceptibly.

"Before I embarked on the road of practice, I used to think that the theory of luck was just illusory, but now I realize that it is not fake. The luck of luck really exists, covering everyone's head. Heaven and earth, it was only at this time that I finally understood why practitioners need to rely on God's will, and why every practitioner who walks on the road is a prisoner..."

"Or, this is not a prisoner, but there is something to be paid, that's all..."

"..."

Fang Cun didn't say these words, but just flashed in his heart lightly, leaving no trace.

But the Queen of Goddess seemed to be keenly aware of the tremors in his mind. She turned her head thoughtfully and glanced at Fang Cun. She didn't ask, but Fang Cun knew what she was aware of, and she also knew Determine something to yourself.

So, he nodded slightly, expressing his affirmation.

The fifth door, just so inadvertently, was pushed open when Fang Cun finally settled the question.

……

……

"what?"

And around the arena of the Immortal Society, when all the cultivators saw the scene on the stage, many people's jaws dropped in shock.

It was expected to be a life-and-death battle in the arena, but who would have thought that it would turn into this situation. The poem by Mr. Crane shocked Yuan City, which was already deeply moving, and what was even more amazing was that even His opponent was also intimidated by the aura in the poem, and took the initiative to bow his head and admit defeat. This kind of thing is a bit bizarre, but watching it at this time makes everyone surprised and happy.

If there is a feeling of pride, it is now!

Whether a poem is good or not, not everyone can count what it says, and if it can attract applause, it is just a mediocre work.

To be able to subdue the goblin with a poem, and bow down proactively, this is really an elegant thing...

But amidst the surprise, there are also people who feel distressed...

"Why did you give it to the witch?"

"You prodigal son, do you know how much this sticker is worth?"

On Leshuizong's side, all the elders were so angry that their teeth hurt and their eyes were burning, wishing they could grab it back.

"It's okay!"

On the contrary, the suzerain of Le Shui Sect, with deep eyes, stared at He Zhenzhang, said: "This kid has become famous, and our Le Shui Sect will also become famous, and don't care about this post...Take him back to the mountain gate, Lock it in the room and ask him to write a hundred volumes in one go, and in the future, Le Shuizong will give this as a gift..." As he spoke, he frowned slightly, and said: "Although this poem is good, it seems that the meaning is not enough , the meaning of Li Chen is not completely clear, could it be...there are a few more sentences after that?"

While talking, he waved his hand: "Be sure to let him write it!"

……

……

On the other side, Hong Shao'er returned to the stage with the still ink-stained poem, blushing and lowering his head.

The young master of Youwu Ridge was defeated before, and she suffered all kinds of contempt from the monster clan. She was naturally full of worries at this time, and regretted it for a while, thinking that it was so easy for her just now, and her mind was taken away by others. I was immersed in it again, thinking to myself that I would come again a few times, I am afraid it will happen again, thinking of this, but I feel that it doesn't matter even if I am reviled and despised by others in the clan.

It's just that she didn't expect that the demon king and all the big demons didn't scold her.

On the contrary, several elders looked at her helplessly and pitifully, and shook their heads slightly.

One of them said: "You don't have to be too annoyed, losing to this poem doesn't count as losing face to the Yaozu!"

Hong Shaoer was stunned, and raised his head in confusion.

"The monster clan practices, first cultivates human appearance, what is your reason for?"

The elder shook his head slowly, and sighed lowly: "Don't say it's you, even if it's me, or the Lord Demon King, or even the Demon Lord, if I meet someone who can write such a masterpiece, I'll be there. It is impossible to kill him, this is to respect the cultural heart of the human race!"

"It's like we fight and fight with Daxia again, but we still respect the sages of their human race!"

"..."

Hong Shaoer seemed to understand, but he finally understood, and he didn't have to worry about any worries.

Then my mind moved again: "If the elders don't pursue it, can't I really go to that person..."

"Study poetry?"

"..."

The show continues!

It's just the same as the first day, the limelight was suddenly ruthlessly taken away, and the people who were in the back were really miserable.

As for Fang Cun and the Goddess King, after watching He Zhenzhang's battle, they also let go of their worries and came back early.

There are still a few classmates and old friends who will make moves later, so you have to save time and deliberate one by one.

And he also thought that since He Zhenzhang had made such a big splash, this night would not be peaceful. I don't know how many literati, seniors, and experts were thinking of meeting him, but it didn't happen. Seeing He Zhenzhang approaching happily with his hands behind his back, the brows of joy were constantly raised, and when he saw Fang Cun, he greeted him cheerfully, and said, "Go!"

Fang Cun was stunned for a moment: "Where are you going?"

He Zhenzhang said: "Wanxiangju, I am treating you!"

"what?"

Fang Cun immediately gave him a high look.

He Zhenzhang said happily: "Old Fang, Lao Fang, don't say anything else brother, you really helped me this time, do you know that Zongmen has already hinted at me, what will I do in the future?" , Wherever I want to go, all the account sects have reported it, and what is even more exaggerated is that now all the brothels in Yuancheng have taken the initiative to send me posts, asking me to drink..."

Fang Cun was a little helpless and looked at him silently.

He Zhenzhang smiled, not embarrassed at all, and said kindly: "Also, can you give me the next few sentences?"

Fang Cun was taken aback: "What are the next few sentences?"

"The last few lines of that poem..."

He Zhenzhang said: "It can be seen that the few sentences you gave me should not be complete, and there can be a part later, otherwise this breath will not be able to reach the end after all, the suzerain has already spoken, let me copy it as soon as possible Give it to him, so appreciate it..."

"You really can't underestimate people..."

Fang Cun couldn't help laughing when he heard the words.

The literati and poets in this side of the world naturally have something good about them.

That poem, I really didn't give it all, and they obviously felt it.

"It's easy to give it to you, but it's not good for you!"

Fang Cun said with a smile: "If it's just for the sake of showing off, it will ruin the poem. There are three couplets at the end, but I'll keep it for now. It's up to you to figure out the meaning of it. You can continue it yourself. When do you really get out of it yourself, or feel that you can't make it out, come to me again... As for other people, you should know what to say, right?"

"What?"

He Zhenzhang was slightly taken aback when he heard this: "Why did you assign homework?"

Fang Cun glared at him.

He Zhenzhang hurriedly smiled and said: "It's easy to say, but I still have a question. Tonight, there are many young Qi practitioners in Yuancheng hosting a banquet. They specially invited me and Senior Sister Meng Zhixue and Meng Zhixue. Many of them are young and beautiful. Junior sister... do you have time today?"

Fang Cun smiled and said: "Since I invite you, what are you doing with me?"

Crane Zhenzhang lowered his voice and said: "The reason they treat guests is to ask for advice on how to restrain the monster race..."

After listening to him, Fang Cun understood.

The martial arts performance on the second day was not limited to the battle between He Zhenzhang and the demon girl Hongshaoer. Before that, 36 heroes of the demon clan challenged the 36 famous Tianjiao in Yuancheng by name. In the afternoon, there were still two battles. In the battle, they lost miserably, one person was seriously injured, and the other lost his life. It was only because Meng and He were too amazing that they suppressed the decline!

It was also because of this that those who had been challenged by name and were about to enter the ring were naturally a little panicked.

That's why they specially invited Meng and He, just to ask for advice on how to win.

And He Zhenzhang knew his own family affairs, and he didn't know what to say and what not to say, so he hurried over to ask himself.

Fang Cun has been waiting for this question for a long time.

He said to He Zhenzhang: "You just go on your own, and when the right time comes, just push it to me!"

He Zhenzhang was startled: "Are you willing to guide them?"

"It's nothing if I give pointers!"

Fang Cun looked at him with a smile, and said: "What are the Sanya in Yuancheng? If you want to be elegant, then let's go together..."

Chapter 314

After all, Fang Cun did not go to the rice dumpling banquet that night.

However, the purpose was achieved.

I don't know how He Zhenzhang described it to those people, but right after the rice dumpling banquet was over, to be precise, before it was over, a group of Qi refiners of the Tianjiao generation hurriedly prepared generous gifts and formed a team of counties He rushed towards the small building where Fang Cun lives now, Meng Zhixue, He Zhenzhang, and the other six sons of Qingjiang were also among them, their expressions were quite humble, and they bowed down from a distance.

It's not that these people don't have arrogance, in fact, it's no small matter to attend the Great Immortal Fair this time.

In the previous Great Immortal Banquet, Qi refiners from Yuancheng, and even Qi refiners from different counties competed with each other, and if they lost or won, they all counted as their own, with at most a little pressure from the sect, but this time, But it was held in Yuancheng, and he had a fight with Yaozu Junjie. Once he lost, his life might be lost, and he was defeated by Yaozu Junjie in public. I am afraid that this face is unnecessary.

Although the heroes of the Yaozu have many advantages, it is actually human nature to lose.

But other people don't care about this, if you lose, you lose, you lose Yuan Kingdom, you lose Daxia's face!

However, they were all challenged by the Yaozu, even if they wanted to avoid the battle, they were not easy to avoid, and would give people the impression of being scared.

Therefore, the pressure in the hearts of these Yuancheng Tianjiao can be imagined.

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……

"All comrades, thanks to Fang Er's respect, Fang Er himself dare not hide his secrets!"

Facing many people who asked for advice, Fang Cun smiled and bowed his hands in return, and said: "However, my family knows my own family affairs, and Fang Er's idea and ability, saying that I want to teach you, is not enough. It’s just that I explored the innate abilities of the Yaozu, and there is actually another person who gave you advice, and I, Fang Er, are just passing on the message on behalf of that expert!"

"Anyone else?"

Everyone was quite surprised when they heard this, until they were pushed by the people around them.

Soon some people came to their senses. They were all the arrogances of the counties, and none of them came from simple backgrounds. Naturally, they also had good ears and eyes. Many people had heard that the Queen of Nanhuang had already come to Yuan City, but they were not in Yuan City. Just showing up in front of people!

In this way, the one who really guides everyone is the Queen Goddess?

As soon as they thought about it, they looked forward to it even more.