Son-in-law comes out

Nima, it's written so straightforwardly, you don't understand?

At this time, someone said at the entrance of the lecture hall: "What kind of shit poetry, if this is poetry, the poetry of the heavenly world is like a long night."

All eyes were on the face of the visitor.

The beauty of the prosperous age, Li Shengren was long overdue.

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Chapter 2540 Do you dare to preach my woman?

"Hehe, poets are so fraternal. They want to chase three thousand beauties at a time, and they still don't change their infatuation. Isn't that a joke?" Li Zian was not polite at all.

A smile appeared on Yan Ruoshui's face.

Before the Bingqingyujieruthless sword Li Zian came, the atmosphere in the lecture hall was lively, harmonious, and happy, but when he came, the atmosphere changed, and suddenly fell silent, not harmonious, nor happy.

Yu Wushuang's lips trembled with anger, and the void poetry maintained by mana was also affected, shaking and then disappearing.

Li Zian strode forward, with a smile on his face, and talked eloquently: "How can this be called poetry, especially the sentence "Three Thousands of Ruo Shui Flows Eastward, Three Thousands of Ruo Shui" said a lot and smiled.

Brother Sage is just like that.

Yu Wushuang couldn't bear it any longer, and said with a livid face, "Li, you are just a heavenly slave, what right do you have to talk about my poems?"

And engage in racism.

"That's right, a mere slave, do you know what poetry is?"

"You write a poem and let us see it!"

"How can such a grand event be attended by a Tian slave? It's absurd!"

A voice of support, full of sarcasm.

Li Zian hadn't even opened his mouth yet, and the ruthless sword ran over: "You all speak out loudly, if you are not convinced, do you dare to challenge the saint one-on-one?"

No one said a word.

Yu Wushuang snorted coldly, and said disdainfully: "This is an elegant meeting for tasting poems and discussing paintings. Fighting and killing is insulting to the gentlemen. Li, you laugh at my poems. I don't know what masterpieces you have, show them to everyone Tasting tasting."

Li Zian smiled: "It's just a poem, I can compose a poem in three steps."

Yu Wushuang sarcastically said: "Do you really think you are a poet? Poetry is made in three steps. You are not afraid of flashing your tongue when you say such big words."

"A mere Tian slave dares to make such wild words, what a misfortune for my poetic world!"

"Say a few words casually, that's not poetry, it's fart!"

"Hahaha!"

There was a sound of laughter.

Li Zian glanced at Yan Ruoshui, and was about to say that this poem should be given to Fairy Yan first, when he suddenly remembered that something was wrong and almost made a huge mistake, his eyes then shifted to Wuqingjian, with a smile on his face, affectionate Gently said: "Today, I will dedicate this poem to my fiancée, Fairy Wuqingjian."

Wuqingjian was both surprised and delighted in his heart.

It was full of sweetness again, and he couldn't help smiling.

Obviously, she is the happiest one in the audience.

Li Zian took a step forward, boom!

The ground shook, and dust fell from the top of the head.

Several immortals who were close to the gate fled out in a hurry, and the famous immortals in the hall were also frightened.

Nima!You are not writing poetry, you are writing earthquakes!

But no one dared to curse out.

Li Zian then took the second and third steps, but these two steps were normal walks, and there was no ground shaking. When the third step was settled, he slowly recited: "Yun Xiang clothes flower Xiangrong, the spring breeze blows the threshold of Revlon. If you don’t meet at Qunyu Mountain, you will meet at Yaotai Spring.”

This is a famous poem by Li Bai, a poetic fairy, about Yang Yuhuan, one of the four beauties. The sage just changed the last sentence by one word. The original text said that the moon will meet Yaotai, but there is no moon in heaven, so he thought about it for a while. It was changed to the word "quan".This day, the Tianxia Palace is bathed under the Tianquan, just in time for the occasion.

The audience fell silent, and everyone was immersed in the poems recited by Li Zian.

Yu Wushuang was also dumbfounded.

He thought that Li Zian would reluctantly complete a so-called poem, and then he would criticize Li Zian and satirize Li Zian to the point of sarcasm.But he didn't expect that Li Zian would be Wang Zha when he made a move, and his poems were so second-handed that there was not even a dregs left.

"Serve with pen and ink!" Yan Ruoshui suddenly said loudly.

Li Zian was also curious about what she was going to do, so she added: "Such poems should be written down, and I ask Li Shengren to give me calligraphy."

Li Zian: "..."

In fact, there is a pen and paper in his Tibetan ring. The reason why he didn’t take it out to write poems was that he was too lazy to write, and his handwriting was very ugly. If he wrote poems on paper, it would be embarrassing.However, Yan Ruoshui asked which pot he didn't open and which pot he lifted, and asked for calligraphy treasures in public.

There is really a fairy who put paper, pen and inkstone on a wooden plate, and even the ink is ground.The fairy put the wooden tray on the table beside Yan Ruoshui, and then stepped back.

Yan Ruoshui said again: "Li Shengren, please write, I will definitely frame this poem you wrote, hang it on my wall, and watch it every day."

Li Zian was in a bit of a dilemma. If he didn't write this poem down, it would be tantamount to publicizing Yan Ruoshui's face, not to mention that he was able to successfully meet Heng Tianba this time, thanks to Yan Ruoshui's backside.Let's write, as far as his crooked calligraphy is concerned, I really can't do it.

At this time Wuqingjian said: "Fairy Yan, this poem was written by a sage for me, you let the sage write it down, you take it back and hang it on your wall, and watch it every day, isn't that bad?"

Yan Ruoshui: "..."

If it wasn't for Li Zian's presence, she would have been pierced by the ruthless sword.

You eat too much vinegar, right?

Yu Wushuang sneered: "There is no word Wuqingjian in this poem. I don't think it was written for you Wuqingjian. You are a mere earth fairy, and you are worthy of talking to Yan Xianzi like this?"

"You!" Wuqingjian immediately became angry on the spot.

Li Zian's figure flickered suddenly, and he was in front of Yu Wushuang in an instant.

"What are you going to do?" Yu Wushuang was taken aback and hurriedly backed away.

However, his speed was nowhere faster than Li Zian's. Before he could take a step back, Li Zian's fists rushed over.

Yu Wushuang raised his arms to block.

Li Zian's fist landed between Yu Wushuang's elbows.

boom!

Click!

The golden light burst out.

Amid the sound of bones breaking, Yu Wushuang was thrown into the air like a cannonball, and hit a wall heavily.

The wall collapsed and smoke billowed.

"Master Wushuang!" Several famous immortals of the Tianxia sect who were with Yu Wushuang exclaimed.

Another famous immortal said angrily: "Your surname is Li, you dare to hurt the closed disciple of the old immortal in Zhongtian Temple, you are so audacious!"

Li Zian said in a cold voice: "My woman, even I can't bear to say a serious thing, you actually dare to preach to my woman in front of me, who dares to say another word, believe it or not, I will kill him!"

Bingqing Yujie Wuqingjian was so moved that he almost cried.

"Sect Master! Such behavior is simply an insult to our sect under heaven!"

"Please suzerain be the master!"

"Sect Master! If you don't give Master Wushuang the decision, Tianxiazong will become the laughing stock of the heavens!"

Yu Wushuang's accomplices did not dare to do it themselves, but threatened Heng Tianba with words.

Heng Tianba glanced at Li Zian.

Li Zian blinked.

At this time, Yu Wushuang stood up suddenly, unkempt, holding his arms upright, both forearms drooping, the joints of both elbows were smashed, and the white bones were clearly visible in the wound !

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Chapter 2541 A murder caused by a poem

All the immortals were horrified.

It's really ruthless to start!

"Dog thief, how dare you hurt me, kill him! And that bitch! Kill! Kill them!" Yu Wushuang had a grim expression.

As soon as the words were spoken, someone responded.

However, the person who responded to him was Li Zian.

In a flash, Li Zian came to Yu Wushuang again, and slapped Yu Wushuang.

Yu Wushuang instinctively wanted to dodge, but even if he was not injured, he couldn't beat Li Zian, let alone when he was injured.He subconsciously raised his arm to block, but when he raised his arm, he found that his arm was broken, and he couldn't obey it at all.At that moment, Li Zian slapped him heavily on the face.

boom!

Yu Wushuang's peerless beauty instantly deformed, several teeth flew out of his mouth, half of his cheekbones were also shattered the moment he was drawn, and the shattered bones protruded directly from under the skin of his face.

He flew out in the direction Li Zian slapped him, and fell heavily on an open space.

This time he couldn't get up again.

However, Li Zi'an's hands remained strong, so he couldn't die, but he was no longer the most beautiful fairy in the heavens.Li Zian's slap shattered his cheekbone and severely deformed it, which cannot be recovered.

The most beautiful fairy in the heavens interpreted a sentence with his strength, that is, misfortune comes from the mouth.

Originally, if he lay down on the ground and pretended to be dead with a pair of broken arms, he would not be disfigured, but he got up and shouted to kill Li Zian and Wuqingjian.And a woman is the reverse scale of a saint, and it will bring disaster if touched.

Several famous immortals who were with Yu Wushuang didn't dare to say anything, but they all looked at Heng Tianba indignantly.

Our people have all been beaten and maimed, so you, the suzerain, are still still silent?

Those who win the hearts of the people win the world, do you understand this truth?

Li Zian coughed lightly.

Heng Tianba suddenly burst into anger, and angrily scolded: "Li, you dare to seriously injure a disciple of my Tianxia Sect in front of this sect, do you still have this sect in your eyes?"

Li Zian looked at Heng Tianba and sneered: "So what if I don't have you in my eyes? Even the empress Gui Yuanzong is not my opponent. I will put you in my eyes, Heng Tianba, what a joke!"

"Take him down!" Heng Tianba roared.

A large group of blue sky and white cloud guards guarding the door of the store rushed in, and the flying swords were unsheathed with clanging sounds.

Suddenly a golden light flashed, and everything in the entire lecture hall was frozen.Li Zian moved sideways in one step, at a distance of more than ten meters, hugged Wuqingjian's small waist with one hand, and her legs with the other, picked her up, and passed through the hole smashed by Yu Wushuang in a flash go out.

The golden light dissipated.

Where are the figures of Li Zian and Wuqingjian in the lecture hall?

"Sect Master! This is a declaration of war. If our Tianxiazong does not destroy Jianzong, we will become the laughing stock of the heavens!"

"Sovereign! Send an army to hunt down and kill Li Zian!"

There was a clamor.

Heng Tianba said angrily: "Does this sect still use you to teach? Pass my order and immediately blockade the whole city! Arrest Li Zian, you will see people if you live, and corpses if you die!"

The good poetry and painting meeting just fell apart, and Yu Wushuang, who was unconscious, was also carried away.

Only Yan Ruoshui and a few fairies she brought were left in the lecture hall.

Yan Ruoshui stared at the hole in the wall, dazed.

This is a murder caused by a poem.

But that poem was not dedicated to her, it would be perfect if it was dedicated to her.

"Saint, we..." a Fairy of the Holy Water Sect said cautiously.

Only then did Yan Ruoshui come back to her senses, but she didn't reply. She picked up the pen on the table, dipped it in ink, and wrote down the poem that Li Zian just "wrote" on the paper: Yun Xiang clothes Hua Xiang Rong , The spring breeze blows the threshold Revlon.If it wasn't for Qunyu Mountain, we would meet at Yaotai Spring.

Yan Ruoshui took a pen, looked at the verses on the paper, and said to himself: "There is no such thing as a ruthless sword in the whole text. Why is it written for the ruthless sword? I think..."

She suddenly picked up a pen and wrote a sentence before the first sentence: Zhongtian Temple presents Yan Ruoshui's poem.

A smile appeared on her face: "That's all right."

The fairies of the Holy Water Sect looked at their saintess without saying a word, quietly facing the background wall.

The northern suburbs of Tianxia City.