The Savage Lady Wants to Kill Me! Reborn on the Path of Cultivation

Grape wine luminous glass,

Want to drink Pipa immediately.

Drunk lying on the battlefield, Lord Grim,

How many people have fought in ancient times?

After Duan Tianyang finished reciting this popular poem, the scene was once again shrouded in solemn and deep silence.

This is Wang Han's "Liangzhou Ci", a classic work that has been passed down for thousands of years.

This poem has profound artistic conception, gorgeous language, brisk rhythm, and every sentence seems to be a vivid painting.

The poem's description of a drunken man lying on the battlefield is an expression of emotion about the impermanence of life and death, a praise for bravery and fearlessness, and a profound reflection on the philosophy of life.

And the sentence "How many men have ever returned from the wars in history" reveals a kind of helplessness towards war and cherishment of life.

"What a wonderful line, 'Don't laugh at me sleeping drunk on the battlefield', it is so profound! The other line, 'How many men have ever returned from the battles of old', fully demonstrates the vicissitudes of life! These two lines of poetry are truly wonderful."

Before Ling Ziyan could come to her senses, Yi Tian had already enthusiastically taken the lead in applauding, leading the thunderous applause from the surrounding people.

There were many veteran generals present, including Yi Tian, ​​all of whom were veterans of the battlefield.

Faced with such poems, they were all moved by the deep emotions and noble spirit contained in them.

Especially the last sentence, which is so sad and tear-jerking.

What kind of talent, mind and temperament are needed to create such outstanding sentences?

Either of these two poems is enough to be passed down through the ages and be praised endlessly.

Could it be that Duan Tianyang has been hiding his talent in a low-key manner? Is this really the same Duan Tianyang she knew before?

The curiosity in Ling Ziyan's eyes grew stronger.

The banquet lasted until late at night. Duan Tianyang drank a lot of wine during this period and seemed to be in a trance.

As he staggered out of the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, Ling Ziyan's cold voice came from behind him: "Duan Tianyang, where are you going?"

Duan Tianyang turned around with drunken eyes, looked at Ling Ziyan, and said with a chuckle: "Of course I'm going home. Is there anywhere else I should go?"

Seeing Duan Tianyang like this, Ling Ziyan couldn't help but sneer.

At this time, a masked man walked out from behind her and went straight to Duan Tianyang.

He just patted Duan Tianyang's head gently with his hand, and Duan Tianyang's body slowly fell down and fell into a deep coma.

When he woke up, it was already noon the next day. He slowly opened his eyes and felt that his whole body seemed to have become much heavier, no longer as light and agile as before.

He supported himself and sat up. He gently touched his forehead with his fingers and felt a slight pain.

Thinking back to last night, he felt a little flattered by the praise and drank too much without realizing it.

Unlike the spirit wine he had drunk before, last night's wine tasted sweet and delicious. Unexpectedly, its aftereffect was as strong as that of modern red wine, which caught him off guard.

Duan Tianyang looked around and found himself in an extremely simple woodshed.

As far as his eyes could see, there was nothing else except the old bamboo mat beneath him and piles of neatly stacked firewood.

He vaguely remembered that he didn't seem to be drunk, but was knocked unconscious by a man wearing a fox mask.

He stood up and walked out of the house, and was surprised to find himself in a magnificent mansion.

Although its scale is not comparable to the City Lord's Mansion, its splendor is also extraordinary.

However, he was quite surprised that such a grand mansion was empty.

Just as he was lost in thought, a woman walked out of the hall. She was incomparably beautiful, and her dignity revealed a coolness.

Who else in the world could possess such a stunning beauty except Ling Ziyan?

Every gesture she makes reveals a kind of otherworldly charm. Her presence is like the brightest star in the night sky.

Compared with last night, her outfit today is completely different. She took off the purple shirt she usually wore and put on a white smoke butterfly skirt, looking as fresh and unworldly as a fairy from the mortal world.

Her appearance instantly made this empty mansion glow with vitality, as if all the beauty in the world had gathered at this moment.

Duan Tianyang couldn't help but stare in amazement. Although he was very afraid of Ling Ziyan, he could not deny that her appearance was indeed astonishingly high.

She walked towards him gracefully and said in a cold tone: "Who allowed you to look at me like that? If you look at me like that again, I will dig your eyes out."

She said it without mercy, but in fact she was secretly happy. This familiar look was the Duan Tianyang in her memory.

Duan Tianyang came back to his senses, pretended to be disdainful, and said contemptuously: "Humph, who is looking at you? Don't be so conceited. I'm just looking at this house."

Ling Ziyan didn't say anything, but started looking Duan Tianyang up and down.

She always felt that Duan Tianyang was a little different from before, but she couldn't tell what the difference was. Maybe it was because he had not washed his face clean before.

Duan Tianyang felt a little uncomfortable being looked at by her, and began to feel weak in his heart. He pretended to be calm and asked, "What's wrong? Haven't you seen a handsome guy before?"

"Do you want to die or live?"

Ling Ziyan suddenly said this, and Duan Tianyang almost swallowed his saliva.

He stammered, "Do you want to die... or do you want to live? Of course I want to live!"

Oh no, that vicious woman is really going to settle the score!

If there is really no other choice, just run. To be honest, with his current level of cultivation, ordinary martial artists really can't stop him.

Ling Ziyan was about to hit Duan Tianyang in the face. Duan Tianyang was frightened and quickly dodged to the side.

Ling Ziyan pointed at Duan Tianyang angrily, her voice filled with anger: "Why did you abandon me in Huanyue City before you wanted to live? You even smashed the pendant to pieces. Last time, you even lied to me and said your name was Chen Haonan. Do you really think I'm easy to bully?"

Duan Tianyang widened his eyes and looked at her in disbelief. This vicious woman was really good at confusing right and wrong.

From the original owner's memory, it was clearly she who abandoned the original owner, and she either beat or scolded the original owner, and later when she came to her house, she only wanted the original owner to be a servant.

Now he is the first to complain, which is so barbaric.

He said indignantly: "What do you mean by I abandoned you? It's you who didn't want me, okay? You're so fierce, if I didn't make up a fake name, how could I still be alive today?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Ziyan kicked him without hesitation, almost breaking his leg.

Ling Ziyan's face turned red with anger, and she widened her eyes and shouted angrily: "You dare to quibble! Say it again if you have the guts!"

Duan Tianyang grimaced in pain, rubbing his leg while cautiously backing away. At the same time, he pointed a finger at Ling Ziyan and muttered, "Hey, hey, you can talk, but don't touch me. If you do that again, I won't be polite!"

Did this vicious woman still think he was the original owner who allowed herself to be beaten and scolded? The original owner could tolerate it, but he couldn't.

With his current cultivation level, if he really attacked Ling Ziyan, she would die on the spot in minutes.