Swordsman Fengyunzhi

Chapter 1504 Practicing Poetry

Chapter 441 Practical Poetry
Hearing this, Lu Shi's expression was very heavy, and he was also very reluctant to let go of Yi Xifeng.

Seeing how hopeless her brother was, Lu Huahua patted Lu Shi hard on the back and said, "Cheer up and act like a man. There is no banquet that lasts forever."

Lu Huahua, who is popular in her actions, is worthy of her neat short hair.

Saint Ling Lan couldn't help but burst out laughing, "You and your brother are really interesting."

Lu Shi is full of bookishness, with thin arms and legs. At first glance, he looks like the kind of man who has no strength to restrain a chicken. He also likes to be quiet and does not like to move. He is as quiet as a girl. He likes to read and write poems. His biggest attribute is Features.

Lu Huahua, on the other hand, was resolute and resolute. She was never seen sitting on a stool for more than a quarter of an hour except when eating. She liked to be active rather than quiet. She was carefree and direct in her speech.

The two are almost carbon copies of each other.

At this moment, Lu Shi is sentimental because of the separation of Yi Xifeng and others, and may even want to recite a poem to express his feelings at this moment. However, Lu Huahua, who was a childhood playmate with Yi Xifeng and others, still He has a neat look, and there is nothing sentimental about it.

"Cousin, don't you feel sad?" Lu Shi asked Lu Huahua innocently.

"Children of the rivers and lakes, traveling across the rivers and lakes, there is nothing to be sad about. Isn't joy and sorrow a normal part of life?"

Lu Huahua said this, but her tone was not as firm as before, and her tone was also a little imperceptibly low as she spoke.

Yi Xifeng took out the pot of wine from his waist and said, "We are leaving the world without wine. Let's have a drink." Yi Xifeng poured a glass of wine for everyone, and poured it for the first assistant Lu Jiji and Lu Shi. A little less, mainly because they, who are not warriors, cannot drink too much of this wine.

Yi Xifeng mainly wanted to make Lu Huahua less depressed. She who had always been cheerful must not have wanted everyone to see her now.

Look like.

The atmosphere became a little heavy for a while.

"Will you be influenced by Murong Xi, the elder of Naluo Yun Sect?"

Lu Huahua asked.

"Probably not." Yi Xifeng said, while looking at the Pure Saint Envoy.

The Jingsheng envoy said, "Murong Xi happened to be in the same town with you, and felt the heroic spirit that you exuded when fighting, so he followed the clues and found you. Now that you are traveling around the world again, you will not break out the heroic spirit at will. With your strength, it would be difficult for him to find you."

Yi Xifeng saw that the Pure Saint Envoy, whose strength was unfathomable in the Hero Realm, said this, and he understood in his heart that it was just as he thought, it was the Qi of the Hero Realm that exposed itself too easily.

"Actually, from our last fight, I could feel that Murong Xi was in the Hero Realm, probably in the early stages of the Invasion Realm, and the strength gap between him and me was not that big."

"In the Hero Realm, the strength gap at each level is huge. Unlike the Hero Realm, if you can fight across levels in the Hero Realm, it will be difficult to do so in the Hero Realm."

The Holy Messenger explained.

Yi Xifeng, on the other hand, did not speak. He also had many trump cards that he did not show. As a master of the Nine-Yang Divine Demon Technique and the body and qi training, he had no chance of winning against Murong Xi.And now that he has Xue Mei's notes, he can have a different understanding of the heroic realm. Murong Xi is definitely not as powerful as everyone thinks.

Li Xintian kept eating and didn't say much. He only looked at Yi Xifeng occasionally, his big eyes still so bright.

Zhong Lingxi didn't say much, and looked at everyone on the table from time to time.

Neither of the two women said anything, but everyone at the table could feel that they were still so determined to follow Yi Xifeng on their travels, as if they only had eyes for this one man.

Li Xintian served Luhuahua a dish, which was the pickled vegetables he ate when he first came to Lufu. The first time he ate this dish, he felt that it was very magical and ice-cold. But when he ate it again today, he couldn't help but feel... Li Xintian, who was a little sad and noticed that Lu Huahua was also in a low mood, looked at Lu Huahua with a smile, his big eyes seemed to say, there will always be a time when we will meet again.

Zhong Lingxi will also look at Lu Huahua tenderly. The three sisters have said almost everything they need to say in the boudoir. Now at the dinner table, there is only a small sadness of eating together for the last time before parting.

Lu Huahua patted Li Xintian's shoulder and Zhong Lingxi's. Her eyes became firm again, and everything was unspoken.

Lu Shi suddenly said to Yi Xifeng, "Brother Yi, finally, let me write you a farewell poem to practice it for you."

Lu Jiji has been paying close attention to the saint Ling Lan who is sitting in the corner and speaks little. His expression is a little hesitant, as if he is thinking whether it would be too rude for the saint to be left out in this way. After all, she is a saint, from the Holy Land of Ice and Snow. The saint's status in the Far Eastern Kingdom is no worse than him. In some aspects, it can be said to be higher than him.

Now, although he is also feeling a little sad for Lu Huahua because his friend is leaving, but the saint is here, so he can't just look at Yi Shaoxia and the other three. The saint also said that he will return to Bingxue within three days. Holy land, at such a moment, the saint is still dining with everyone in her humble residence. What an honor it is. You must know that even if the saint is dining in the royal family, she should be treated as a guest by His Majesty the King.

Lu Jiji hesitated to speak, but heard that his son Lu Shi was going to compose a poem for Yi Shaoxia. After sighing, he glared at Lu Shi again, and then looked at the Holy Lady carefully to see if she was smiling. The stone in his heart fell to the ground only after he showed any angry expression, and the Pure Holy Envoy did the same.

Lu Shi patted her head, a little embarrassed, her cheeks were a little red, and she sat down shyly in the eyes of everyone, "Sorry, I'm a little nervous."

Lu Shi said awkwardly.

Lu Ji blew his nose and stared, wanting to slap the table.

Yi Xifeng said, "Forget it, otherwise I'll make a song and treat it as a gift from you."

Yi Xifeng saw Lu Shi's embarrassment and smiled, hoping to help this boy out.

Although everyone felt that it was a bit strange to write a poem as a gift when parting, they all looked forward to Yi Xifeng's poetic talent.

Yi Xifeng pondered for a moment and then blurted out, "The yellow clouds are thousands of miles away and the sun is shining brightly, and the north wind is blowing the wild geese and the snow is falling. Don't worry about the road ahead without any friends. No one in the world will know you."

This is a poem that must be memorized in high school Chinese textbooks. It is very suitable as a farewell poem at this time. In addition, the idea of ​​​​composing a poem is quite sudden, and it is also to give an explanation to the little brother Lu Shi. In this case, we will recite it. This is the most familiar parting poem.

But he didn't want the people around him to be shocked again.

On the saint's beautiful face, her mouth was slightly open, and her cold face seemed to have never had such a dazed look.

Lu Jiji's eyes widened, and he kept repeating in his mouth, "Don't worry, you will have no friends in the future. No one in the world will know you."

(End of this chapter)