Villain: Get back the heroine at the beginning

Chuhe directly expressed his support. Originally, he didn't have much feeling about this kind of thing, but when he went to Wutang Xianchao in the afternoon, he realized the importance of unification.

"Oh? Haven't you never been interested in this kind of thing?"

Luo Xiaoyue looked at Chuhe strangely, and when she heard Luo Xiaoyue's words, Chuhe expressed a little helplessness, and then Luo Xiaoyue recounted what happened on the road in the afternoon.

"So I think it's better to unify."

"Then I have to wait until I break through the Great Emperor, and I can't declare war with those families yet."

Luo Xiaoyue's own ideal is to unify the entire heaven. Of course, this was before Chuhe came into being. Now that Chuhe said that, she remembered it again.

……

After bidding farewell to Luo Xiaoyue the next day, Chu He brought Su Muqing, Medusa, and Lele to the Confucian Saint and Immortal Dynasty.

The other women stayed by Luo Xiaoyue's side, because Chuhe told them about the poetry conference of Confucian Saints and Immortals Dynasty.

Except for Su Muqing, who loves to play, everyone expressed that they were not interested, and Chuhe also said that it would only be for three or two days.

I played on the road for a while, mainly because I saw a few beautiful scenery, Su Muqing was very interested, and the poetry conference was not in a hurry, so it was already evening when I came to Confucianism and Immortals Dynasty.

Red boats in clear water, decorated with lanterns and festoons, the capital of Confucianism, sages and immortals, looks very beautiful at this moment.

There are many pedestrians coming and going, and most of them come here because of the poetry conference.

If the Holy Land of the Buddha is the holy land of all the monks in the world, then the Confucian Saints and Immortals Dynasty is the gathering place of the scholars of the world, and the Confucian City is regarded as a holy land.

The streets are not crowded, and there are no snacks sold around. Most of them are scrolls and ancient paintings, and some are poems and songs.

Every few steps, you will encounter a small river. There will always be a red boat on the river, and there will be singing on the red boat.

Several people in Chuhe couldn't understand the lyrics, but the beautiful melody made people feel like falling into a fairyland.

Chapter 269 Meeting Friends Through Poetry

"Brother Chu, it's so beautiful here!"

Su Muqing said that he likes this place very much. Although there are few interesting things here, there is a kind of artistic conception.

Chuhe is holding Lele in his arms at the moment, and the little guy's eyes are also full of curiosity. His big crystal clear eyes have already been attracted by this bustling world.

"Hahaha…"

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

"As expected of the number one genius in the Southwest!"

"..."

Chuhe and the others suddenly heard a lively noise coming from ahead, which was in stark contrast to the tranquility around them.

"Brother Chu, should we go over and have a look?"

"Go if you want."

Seeing the curiosity in Su Muqing's eyes, how could Chuhe not know what was in his heart.

"Wood!"

After hearing this, Su Muqing happily pecked on the Chu River.

"Dad, I want to kiss you too!"

Lele in Chuhe's arms also kissed him after hearing this, and then made a face at Su Muqing.

"Little guy, if you're so pissed, I'll spank your ass."

"Lele is wrong..."

After Lele heard it, she said aggrievedly, Su Muqing's heart softened immediately, she squeezed Lele's tender face, and opened her mouth to speak softly.

"Mother is wrong, Lele is the most obedient."

"whee…"

Chuhe and the others came to the noisy place, and after a brief look, they knew what they were doing.

"Brother Chu, what are they doing?"

Su Muqing saw a group of people talking there, she couldn't understand, but she looked at Chuhe curiously.

"Just treat them as a contest."

"Contest? How can you compete in martial arts just by talking?"

"Talk to the sword, and follow the words. In the Confucian Saints and Immortals Dynasty, their contests were like this, and the winner was determined with poems and prose."

"Oh, so that's the case, how do they see who wins and who loses?"

"There is no need to say when the gap is large. When the gap is small, either the audience votes or a tie."

As he spoke, Chu He looked at the man who had just come to the stage. He was dressed in a white robe with black hair and a fan. He was dressed in a gentle manner and had sapphire around his waist. He could be called a good-looking talent.

"Is this man the head of a silver gun candle?"

Chu He was taken aback by Su Muqing's words, and turned to look at her immediately.

"Am I wrong?"

"Mainly I want to know why you think so."

"Isn't this generally accepted? Who dressed like this when we were fighting? Especially those who directly used fans as weapons."

"Well, there is some truth in saying this, but they use poetry to describe this matter."

Chuhe re-emphasized helplessly that in fact, he also thought that people who used fans as weapons were rubbish. After all, the lethality of fans was too small, at most they were dexterous, and then they could use hidden weapons.

But you can't use their method to put them on the scene of Confucian saints. The literati of Confucian saints and immortals used fans almost as a rule. Few people held long swords, and more brushes and books were used.

"Everyone, there are only two lines in this poem of mine at the moment. I came up with it on the spur of the moment. I'm just throwing bricks here to attract jade and show my ugliness."

"Hahaha, Brother Su was joking, who doesn't know your title of genius."

"Yes, yes, this should be an introduction."

"I also think so. Brother Su's great talent is well known to all."

Chuhe smiled disdainfully after hearing what they said. Literati are best at bragging to each other. Even if they don't like each other's works in their hearts, they will say yes on the surface and satirize them secretly.

A gentleman is talking about a literati, and a villain is talking about a literati.

History is recorded by literati, and since we are human, we will have sensibility.

"The boundless land can be broken with a single sword, where the prosperity and music will fall."

"it is good!"

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

Everyone in the audience applauded after hearing it. As for whether they really thought so or something else, Chuhe didn't know. Anyway, he didn't understand poetry, but he knew a few lines of poetry.

In Chuhe's opinion, the poems spoken by the man on the stage can only be regarded as quite satisfactory, and it is true that he can do it.

"Brother Chu, how about this line of his poem?"

Su Muqing pulled La Chuhe and asked in a low voice.

"What do you think of what he said?"

Chuhe didn't answer Su Muqing's words, but asked instead. Su Muqing didn't hesitate after hearing it, and said it directly without concealing it.

"I think it really is a silver gun candle head, anyway, I don't like it."

Su Muqing's words were not loud, but they were heard by some people present.

"Who...! What is this girl dissatisfied with? I can answer one or two questions below."

The person who turned around was just about to show off when he was immersed in Su Muqing's beauty.

"killed."

Chuhe glanced at the person he saw, and then said lightly, just as his words fell, before everyone could react, the person who spoke lost his head.

The hot blood gushing out made the people around react, and immediately backed away again and again, looking at Chuhe with eyes like gods and demons.

"Hmph, I don't know how to live or die. If it's not good, it's not good. Why don't people say it?!"

Su Muqing looked at everyone present with an unhappy expression, but this time no one refuted, only the boy in white robe said.

"Sir, girl, I don't know which part of this poem is not handled well? Can you tell me?"

Bai Yang bowed to Chuhe first, and then asked.

"It's quite satisfactory. According to my feeling, that's it. If you want to know what's wrong, I don't know."

People respect Chuhe, and Chuhe respects people. The white-robed man in front of him has a friendly attitude, good manners, and his eyes are not looking around, so Chuhe is willing to tell him something.

"Me too. When I came here for the first time, I felt quite satisfactory. I don't understand why they all agreed, come on, come on, you were the fastest one just now. How can you tell me about his poem?"

Su Muqing pointed to a person and said that when that person saw Su Muqing, his body became stiff immediately, and he stretched out his hands and shook them repeatedly.

"No, not me!"

"killed."

As soon as the words fell, the man's head also fell off, startling everyone around him, this time no one ran, afraid that Su Muqing would notice them.

Chapter 270 Stealing Home to Avenge Gu Xinghe, My Champion of the Poetry Competition

What Su Muqing did was normal in Chuhe's eyes. Before he followed Chuhe, Su Muqing was known as a witch.

It is because of her moodiness, she kills without blinking an eye, and kills when she is not happy. After following Chuhe, she has restrained a lot.

But this time, she was upset. The hypocrisy of these people in front of her made her feel very sick.

She herself is a straightforward person, love is love, hate is hate, love and hate are clear.

At the same time, her attitude towards a person is also shown. What she hates the most are those hypocritical people.

So, when she gets angry, someone dies.

Chuhe also thinks that Su Muqing's character is very good.

"He's dead, tell me."

Another person was pointed at by Su Muqing, and his back was soaked immediately. That person obviously didn't expect that a nightmare would suddenly happen to him.

"I, the poem, it..."

He hesitated and didn't know what to say, just when Su Muqing was about to speak, the man said suddenly.

"This poem is actually nothing good, it is said to be a little above the average line."

"what about you?"

Su Muqing looked at the others, and everyone he saw nodded in agreement.

"Hypocritical, disgusting."

"Then kill them all."

Chu He patted Su Muqing on the back, and then said lightly, the people here don't have the character that a literati should have, and he doesn't like it either.

"do not!"

But just after he finished speaking, Su Muqing quickly stopped him, and Chuhe looked at Su Muqing with some doubts.

"what happened?"

The conversation between Su Muqing and Su Muqing made everyone present feel like they were on a roller coaster. At this moment, they all looked at Su Muqing nervously and longingly.

They are also very wronged, this is a normal friendship through poetry, shouldn't they flatter each other, after all, many friends have many paths.

They are quite proficient at learning what people say, and talking nonsense when they see people.

But what they didn't expect was that this actually caused them a fatal disaster.

"Forget it, Lele can't see well."

Chuhe was startled when he heard it, and then nodded. It's strange to say that Lele didn't think anything of it when she was a cat before, but now that she has become a little girl, some things have changed quietly.

Although the people didn't know what happened, they knew that their lives were saved.

Seeing the figures of Chuhe and the others disappear gradually, these people all sat down, it was terrible!