All the Female Apprentices Want to Kill Me

Cranes cry in the sky, come out from among the clouds, piercing the morning sun.

Just at this time, Su Bei stepped onto the high platform, pouring half and half of the gold into the rising sun, the green crown was shining brightly, and the jade face was emitting smoke, which directly rushed into the eyes of tens of thousands of people.

Silence!

Everyone's eyes were focused on Su Bei's body, each and every one of them was filled with unbelievable shock!

The next moment, there was overwhelming cheers:

"ohohohoh~"

"Elder Su, so handsome! I want to give birth to a monkey for you!"

"Mom, that big goose is so beautiful! It can fly..."

"..."

Su Bei's eyes looked lightly at the tens of thousands of audience.

Everyone was looking forward to it, their eyes full of stars, looking forward to what shocking words this Elder Su, the Sword Sect, would say!

Su Bei pondered over his words, and soon his voice resounded over the City Lord's Mansion:

"Hey, the danger is high!"

"Cultivating an immortal is as difficult as going to the sky!!"

"..."

The audience in the audience looked at Su Bei suspiciously.

Although I don't know what Elder Su is talking about, but it must be something that can make one's Dao heart improve a little bit!

Because of the large number of people, many of them have already cultivated themselves, or are disciples of other great sects.

A muscular two-meter-tall man frowned as he listened to Su Bei's words.

In the early years, I heard that Elder Su of Jianzong recited eighteen poems handed down one step at a time. I have been fascinated by this for a long time.

As soon as I heard that Elder Su was going to preach in Mocheng, I rushed to the first scene immediately, just to feel who the hell is Su Bei who pressed his brothers on the ground, slapped their faces and rubbed them .

While thinking wildly, Su Bei's voice echoed over the City Lord's Mansion again,

Immediately afterwards, the speed of speech gradually slowed down, but the voice became more impassioned:

"You are one hundred and eight thousand years old, and you will not live with Versailles."

"Dongfeng Sword Sect has a fairy way, which can conquer twenty peaks."

"..."

boom!

In an instant, infinite golden light gushed out from the sky and the earth crazily, and golden rays of light shot out from the sky!

"hiss!"

The people present were all dumbfounded looking at the scene in front of them, and the discussion suddenly rose up:

"What's going on? Isn't this... Isn't this a vision of heaven and earth that can only be created by those Confucian disciples in the ancient country of Nanfeng?"

"But doesn't this vision just exist in legends? It's not that I haven't been to the ancient country of Nanfeng, where there are sour scholars who talk endlessly every day, and finally there is a circle of flies around them."

"Golden light? A poem handed down from generation to generation?! Certified by the Dao of Heaven?"

"However, why did Elder Su suddenly recite a poem when he was so well-behaved?"

"We are all big bastards, and we don't understand!"

"I don't know, I'm just here to get the eggs!"

"..."

Qin Shan looked at the auspicious clouds above the sky with a look of shock, and then glanced again, his voice became more and more passionate. Su Bei, who was familiar with all of this, swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva and almost choked.

He...is he serious?

Just give a speech inexplicably, and then make a poem handed down?

Isn't this thing difficult?Although he does not practice Confucianism or Taoism, Qin Shan also knows that it is impossible for the direct disciple of the Confucian sage to compose a poem casually, which will attract golden legends, and the sky will be filled with auspicious clouds and merits and virtues...

Could it be that I guessed wrong?Is this Su Bei really preaching? !

Xiao Ruoqing was dazed, rubbed her eyes vigorously, and confirmed again and again that she was not dazzled and saw correctly!

——So Master came to the City Lord's Mansion to preach, just to recite poems?

What is in his mind that he can't understand?

Su Bei watched with satisfaction the avenues of flowers sprinkled for him above the sky, and said bluntly:

"Jianzong is magnificent and Cui Wei. One husband is in charge, and ten thousand husbands are not allowed to open!!"

"..."

"..."

With Su Bei's voice over!

boom!

boom!

The light of the avenue fell, and the words "Cultivating Immortals is Difficult" that Su Bei chanted appeared in the sky instantly!

......

Ancient South Wind Country.

In a thatched cottage thousands of miles away in Mocheng.

At this moment, a clear and pleasant voice reached the ears of the middle-aged man:

"Father, what's wrong?"

The middle-aged man turned his head, looked at the woman in front of him, shook his head and said:

"Someone made a poem handed down from generation to generation!"

"..."

Wisps of blue smoke rose from the chimneys of the thatched cottage.

The small thatched cottage is covered by the water, and there are rows of bamboo bamboos to make the fence, and there is a rustling sound when the breeze blows.

When the sun shines, the bamboo fence is sprinkled, and the rainbow shadow cast is Konggege.

"A poem handed down from generation to generation?"

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There was a sound of hurried footsteps, and then a big man stopped in front of the thatched cottage out of breath:

"Master! Master! The eyes of the statue of Wensheng Temple are bright!"

"It seems that someone has chanted a poem handed down from generation to generation!"

"..."

Then he stared blankly at the woman sitting in the thatched cottage, and saluted:

"Meet Miss Zijun!!"

The woman named Zijun nodded at him and smiled softly.

The middle-aged man stroked his beard lightly, looked at the disciple who came in, nodded and said:

"The old man has already noticed it, but I don't know if the person who wrote this handed down poem is from my ancient country of Nanfeng!"

"Erlu, go find out the news!"

"This kind of talent, which is rare in a hundred years, the old man plans to personally guide."

The big man nodded quickly, turned around and left.

The middle-aged man stroked his beard and looked at his well-behaved daughter kneeling on the ground, thought for a while and said:

"Zijun, you have reached the age to practice."

"Of course you don't have to make any claims about what you want to cultivate as a father, whether it's Confucianism or Taoism, it doesn't matter!"

"As a father, I won't take too much care."

"However, since you were born, you have had the three Confucian spirits in your body, the grandeur spirit, the spring and autumn spirit, and the sage spirit. Maybe Confucianism and Taoism are more suitable for you..."

Li Zijun, who sat quietly on the grass couch and absorbed the spiritual energy, looked thoughtfully at the departing Erlu, and then glanced at his father, a gentle figure appeared in his mind instantly!

The pretty thin lips pursed slightly, but the obsession remained in his heart.

A complex meaning appeared in the eyes, and then turned into a trace of firmness.

Li Zijun raised his head to look at his father, smiled softly, as gentle as Chu Ri, bit his lips and said softly:

"Father, Zijun, I want to cultivate the Tao."

"I want to join the Sword Sect!"

Li Qiu: "??"

......

Su Bei's mouth was dry when he said it, and the people below seemed to have no reaction at all, but looked at him with dull expressions full of shock.

A trace of suspicion could not help but rise in my heart.

strangeness?Could it be that the effect of copying official documents is not good?

Or do you mean that you are facing a group of illiterates?

Even if no one here expresses their emotions mesmerizingly, kneeling and kowtowing, there should be applause...

Just when Su Bei fell into self-doubt in life, a long sigh suddenly came from heaven and earth:

"You deserve to be Elder Su!"

"I admire you!"