Rebirth of the Evil Emperor

"You are the little poetry fairy Su Luojing?!"

Qing Song's old eyes were filled with horror.

Even though he is a world-famous literary master, he can hardly hide his excitement when facing Xiaoshixian.

You know, those poems written by Xiaoshixian that circulated in Kyoto, just one poem, is enough to make him, a literary leader, beyond reach.

"It turned out to be Miss Su, please."

The literati had been a woman since ancient times, but Qing Song faced Su Luojing, showing courtesy and politeness.

Seeing him turning aside and giving way to the wide road, Su Luojing was about to walk forward, but Bai Chen stopped him.

"What's up?"

Su Luojing was a little dazed when he was suddenly grabbed.

At this moment, Qing Song also showed a complex look, and looked at the seemingly unruly black-robed youth in front of him.

Raw faces.

Under Qing Song's eyes, Bai Chen smiled calmly and saw the flying snow in the sky, unable to fly over the threshold. He looked at the distance again. The courtyard was spotless, without half a piece of snowflakes. He immediately understood that this courtyard was The guardian formation was enveloped.

It's just a small array.

The corner of Bai Chen's mouth was hooked, and the palm of his hand wrapped in white bandages, holding it in the air, a crack in the dark space suddenly appeared.

"Let's go."

He smiled calmly and said lightly.

And Qing Song showed a touch of banter.

Because the mystery of this great formation lies in the fact that you tear the void on the outside and cannot reach the inside.

However, Su Luojing stepped on the sole of his foot for a moment, and his body went straight in as if he had penetrated the big formation.

"what!"

Qing Song was shocked.

He looked at the black whirlpool in disbelief, only then did he realize that this was not an ordinary space crack at all.

He had never seen the wheel of time and space, such unpredictable spiritual skills.

When Bai Chen and Su Luojing walked out of the black whirlpool, they had already arrived in the courtyard.

In the courtyard of Nuo University, there is a pond in the middle and a hall in front.

Only this courtyard is the world-famous Yuexin Pavilion.

"please."

Qing Song took a deep breath, smiled with old eyes, and looked at Bai Chen with a touch of appreciation.

...

When the three of them came to the hall, Su Luojing looked around the spacious hall, with poems printed on the wooden pillars, and couldn't help but appreciate it curiously.

These poems were made by Qing Song's life, even if they were put on the entire Xinglan Continent, they could be called sages' works.

Unfortunately, compared with the Xingyuan poems in Su Luojing's memory, it is obviously not at the same level.

"Ms. Su is struggling, please come with me."

Qing Song took her to an Accord, the room overflowed with sandalwood, elegant and comfortable.

Then he arranged a room for Bai Chen, which was next door to Su Luojing.

After setting up the room, Qing Song went to the kitchen to prepare a dinner.

When Bai Chen came to Su Luojing's room, he asked curiously, "Could it be said that there is only Qingsong in this Yuexin Pavilion?"

"Well, this is a place where only sages can set foot. Even if it is a maid, you can't make trouble. As a leader of the literary world, Senior Qingsong is naturally the master here."

"Oh."

Bai Chen nodded slowly, and brought an ancient book on the bookcase in the room. The poems on it made him feel headache.

"What text is this, so weird~"

Bai Chen threw it back at will, causing Su Luojing to chuckle.

"What shall we do next?"

Su Luojing was a little nervous.

Although she had arrived safely at Yuexin Pavilion, she still felt that things were not as simple as they seemed.

"Don't think too much, you should eat, drink, sleep. Wherever there is me!"

Bai Chen stretched his waist, disapproving.

His current strength is no longer what it used to be, and compared to ten years ago, he is not at the same level!

...

At the dinner, the three of them talked about the wine, and all they said were kind words.

Bai Chen could see that this Qingsong had been using words to test Su Luojing's literary talent, but was resolved by this little clever ghost.

At night, when they returned to the room, they went to sleep one after another.

No harm overnight.

...

In the early morning of the next day, Bai Chen got up early, but when he opened the door, Qing Song had already been fishing by the pond.

"Get up so early to go fishing?"

Bai Chen yawned lazily and walked forward.

At this time, he saw Qing Song's hook, which was actually straight.

Moreover, three feet above the water!

Isn't this the trick he used to pretend to be in the Zixia Empire?

Hanging three feet in the water, fishing with a straight hook, but not fish.

Qing Song didn't say anything, but maintained a quiet fishing posture. After Bai Chen understood the meaning, he found a bamboo stool and sat down.

Since you are not catching a fish, just wait patiently for the other party to come.

He wanted to see who it was that would come here.

Unconsciously, more than an hour has passed.

Su Luojing also dressed up at this time, and walked out of the house.

She first glanced at the green pine that kept fishing, then glanced at Bai Chen, her eyes met, Bai Chen motioned to her not to speak.

With her mind and spirit, she came to Bai Chen's side, watched the swimming fish and floating lotus leaves in the pond with him, and waited for the appearance of the person who was fishing.

They stared with big eyes like this, and almost half an hour later, finally someone knocked on the door.

"Brother, open the door!"

A violent and rough voice came from outside the door.

Qing Song heard it, put down his fishing rod, and walked away slowly.

When he opened the door, a brawny man with a red beard outside walked across the barrier of the spirit formation with a squeeze, and then with ten drawers of hot meat buns in his hand, he strode towards this side.

"Haha, big brother, I heard that you finally welcomed another distinguished guest here, and I want to see what kind of person it is!"

He came to Su Luojing's side, then clasped his fists and smiled: "My name is Zhuang Ling, you are the little poetry fairy Su Luojing!"

"Ok."

Su Luojing pursed her red lips, her beautiful eyes suddenly hung up, pretending to be noble and arrogant: "Just now you said that there was a guest here. Are you cursing?"

"Swearing? Is there any?"

Zhuang Ling scratched his head, and looked at Qingsong as if embarrassed: "Brother, this girl Su is a great talent appointed by your majesty. It is a general rule to invite her in, but you can't send any cats and dogs to us. Put it here, it's not up to the rules."

Ah……

Dare to feel that this product is for Lao Tzu?

Bai Chen was wondering before, how could Yuexin Pavilion, known as the sacred place of literati, suddenly pop up such a big five and three rough guy, it turned out to be here for trouble.

But how can his trouble be found by others?

"I said, it's all for the sake of it, don't you want to lose face?"

Suddenly, Red Beard walked towards Bai Chen fiercely.

At this moment, surging energy fluctuations surged directly from his body.

However, he only took a step. With Bai Chen's finger, a more terrifying energy of heaven and earth was suddenly pressed down from the sky, causing the red beard's old face to tremble, and he staggered on the spot...

thump!

Kneeling on the ground.

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