This immortal is a bit fierce

Li Motang said from the side: "I didn't expect that Senior Gongyang would go to Yunlu Academy. I don't know why. With his identity and strength, it is very rare for him to be able to say so much to us after he rescued us.

Let's go back, Quliang and his party, and today's incident, I think the Monster Collection Department must make changes! "

"I support you!" Huang Feng said seriously, and then left. Anyway, this is not something he needs to worry about. He can give him as much verbal support as he needs.

How could Li Motang fail to understand what he meant? He held the sword, looked at the back of his neck and made a gesture in his mind, and then Yujian followed.

In Yunyan Town, Xiao Nuan has arrived and is waiting with Li Yixuan for their return.

Li Yixuan was very worried and didn't feel uneasy at all. She took advantage of Li Motang's absence and blatantly inquired about Huang Feng's situation.

Xiaonuan is also very smart. Although she dare not disobey, she can evade: "Your Highness Anyang, the lady is not allowed to talk about Mr. Huang's affairs, and there is nothing I can do about it."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Nuan thought seriously about what to do if Li Yixuan didn't believe it.

Unexpectedly, Li Yixuan did not doubt that he was there. She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes, looking like she was thinking carefully: "Hiding it so deeply, it seems that my sister likes him very much. My chances are slim."

Xiaonuan muttered in her heart: "What's so slim, it's not!"

The two talked in low voices. Yu Zirun sat aside, took out a book from the book box, and read silently. He promised to help take care of Li Yixuan, and he stayed by the side.

This wait lasted only half a day.

Li Motang and Huang Feng returned to Yunyan Town. It was already evening, and they had just experienced a battle. They did not intend to continue their journey and decided to rest in the town.

Li Motang thanked Yu Zirun and asked, "What are your plans next?"

"I have been traveling down the mountain for a few days, and I plan to go back to the academy." Yu Zirun asked, "His Highness said before that he was going to Yunlu Academy, so let me guide you."

Li Motang smiled and said: "That's the best."

After chatting for a while, they learned that Yu Zirun was actually one of the direct disciples of the dean of Yunlu Academy.

Li Motang and Huang Feng looked at each other, wondering if they could find a breakthrough from Yu Zirun, but they just exchanged a look and gave up.

This trip is to seek immortality for Li Yixuan. If you ask for help from others, using too many methods will easily arouse people's disgust.

Huang Feng silently observed Yu Zirun and found that he didn't talk much. In his spare time, he never left his hand with books, and he also read a collection of classics and history. He was a very serious scholar.

This moment aroused the evil taste in his heart, and he couldn't help but want to tease serious people. What should he do?

In the town inn, the two upper rooms were naturally given to the two princesses, so Huang Feng and Yu Zirun decided to take one at will.

The sun had set and the moon was rising. Huang Feng saw Yu Zirun reading under the oil lamp. He walked to the window, opened it, put his hands behind his back, and looked up at the sky.

The wind blew the candle swaying, and Yu Zirun raised his head and heard Huang Feng looking at the moonlight: "The white rabbit makes medicine, autumn returns to spring, who is Chang'e living alone next to?"

When Yu Zirun heard this, he quickly sat upright. He did not expect that Huang Feng was also a scholar. He could tell his high poetic attainments in just one sentence.

He waited carefully for the following content, but Huang Feng stopped reading.

"Thinking, must be thinking." Yu Zirun guessed in his heart that literati should not rush when they write poems, so he waited patiently.

Then Huang Feng seemed to abandon the previous two sentences, shook his head, and started another one: "The bright moonlight in front of the window is probably due to frost on the ground."

Yu Zirun felt anxious, please finish the previous song first.

I was anxious in my heart, but I carefully read the two sentences in the new work. They are concise and concise. Just from "suspected to be frost on the ground", I can detect the atmosphere and artistic conception of the whole poem, which is deserted and lonely.

"If the last two sentences can be the highlight, it will also be a masterpiece!" Yu Zirun thought and waited.

As a result, Huang Feng silently closed the window, turned around and said to him, "Did I disturb you from reading? I'm sorry."

Then I went to bed to practice pranayama.

"Ah..." Yu Zirun looked at Huang Feng who ignored him and practiced silently, feeling like there were ants crawling around in his heart.

He wanted to continue reading, but he couldn't stand it. The words in the book turned into the few lines of poetry Huang Feng had just recited.

Although it is difficult to appreciate just these few lines, since the last two lines or the bottom line of most poems are the focus, he believes that the artistic conception of the two poems Huang Feng just recited has already been laid out, and the second half has a lot to offer.

Even if you can't grasp it, it will start but end, and it will turn into a bad poem, you still have to finish it. It is best to complete the poem in one go, so you shouldn't save it for later.

Yu Zirun couldn't read anymore and walked around the room. He seemed to feel a little rude. He sat back and stood up again.

In the end, he still couldn't hold it in anymore, so he called out in a low voice: "Brother Huang?"

"Huh?" Huang Feng replied with his eyes closed. It was true that he was practicing breath control, but he kept paying attention to Yu Zirun's emotions, and he almost laughed like crazy in his heart.

Sure enough, good poetry is to scholars what a good sword is to sword cultivators, with unparalleled temptation, even scholars who came from Yunlu Academy of the Twelve Immortal Sects are no exception.

I just don't know if the literary saint of the academy will react like this. If he can use this to manipulate the other party, it will be much easier to seek immortality for Li Yixuan.

Maybe then the entire academy will worship him.

After a while, Huang Feng's dream was that Wen Sheng would take the initiative to abdicate in favor of someone more worthy, crying and shouting for him to be the dean of Yunlu Academy.

Seeing Huang Feng close his eyes and respond, his smile gradually became crazy. Yu Zirun was startled, took a few steps back, and leaned against the wall to observe carefully, maybe he was possessed by a ghost.

Huang Feng also realized that he was a little too much at this time, and opened his eyes: "Ahem, I was distracted, you called me just now?"

Yu Zirun saw that he had returned to normal, and then he felt relieved and said honestly: "Yes, I want to ask Brother Huang, why did you only write half of the two poems just now? Didn't you think about the second half?"

Huang Feng shook his head: "Not really, I just thought that you were studying, and I didn't want the emotions in the poem to affect you."

"No... It doesn't matter." Yu Zirun was so anxious that he couldn't speak clearly, "Brother Huang, to be honest, as a scholar, it's really unbearable to only write half of a poem."

"That's right, I didn't think it through." Huang Feng got up and opened the window again.

Yu Zirun was stunned, why not just read it directly, is it necessary to do this.

Even Huang Feng couldn't help thinking that if he was not a human, but a monster, he must be a "pretentious spirit"!

He stood with his hands behind his back, chanting: "The moonlight shines brightly in front of the bed, I wonder if it is frost on the ground, I look up at the moon, and I look down and think of my hometown."

Looking back, he saw Yu Zirun savoring it carefully, and he showed admiration.

There are no gorgeous words, no magnificent atmosphere, but just twenty words, it expresses the homesickness, making Yu Zirun couldn't help but ask: "Where are you from, Brother Huang?"

Originally, it was just a joke, but at this moment, looking at the moonlight outside the window, Huang Feng made himself a little sad: "I was born in a flower-growing family, that is my hometown."