Cultivation starts from drawing superhuman physique

Chapter 82

After Liu Bao'er took the unfolding, she glanced at it briefly, her eyes showed surprise, her red lips parted slightly, and she recited the above words word by word.

"Now I recall Jiangnan music,

At that time, the spring shirt was thin when I was young.

Riding on a leaning bridge,
Full house red sleeve move

……

See the flowering branches at this time,
The white head vowed not to return. "

"Nice poem!"

After Liu Bao'er finished reading, she looked at Su Poman with a very surprised gaze, and said with a spring in her almond eyes: "I never thought that Mr. Su is a great talent! I don't know where this Jiangnan is? Could it be Mr. Su's hometown? ?”

"Forget it... right!" Su Poman nodded and said, feeling more and more strange in his heart. He hasn't practiced the 'spiritual eye technique' yet, so he can't tell the origin of the woman surnamed Mo, he can only see She is a petite and exquisite human woman, and she does not know what is related to the demon spirit in front of her.

"Seeing the flowers and branches this time, I swear not to return... It seems that Mr. Su is also a passionate prodigal son!" Liu Baoer read a few more sentences in his mouth, with a charming smile on the corner of his mouth, and said jokingly.

Su Poman hurriedly waved his hands and said, "Where...they are all young and ignorant!"

"Since you have this talent, can you make another one? The little girl wants to broaden her horizons, and hope to get a copy of the authentic calligraphy of the young master!" Liu Baoer walked up to Su Poman and said very seriously.

The distance between the two was only two or three inches, and a refreshing fragrance kept penetrating into Su Poman's nostrils. Some impure thoughts appeared in Su Poman's heart, and all kinds of dirty pictures of himself and Liu Bao'er came one after another. .

"What a powerful charm! It feels like playing a small movie in your head, who can bear it..."

Su Poman's spiritual consciousness couldn't help jumping a bit in the altar, which made him wake up all of a sudden, with a clear look in his eyes.

"Okay, Miss Liu, I can try it!"

Liu Baoer's eyes showed a momentary look of surprise, as if it was rather strange why the man in front of him was not affected by his charm, and then his eyes fell on that 'Mr. Mo', and found that he could also maintain a clear mind. A faint suspicion arose.

After hearing the order, the maid at the door brought the Four Treasures of the Study immediately. Liu Baoer polished the inkstone herself, while 'Mr. Mo' stood on the other side and tilted his head to watch.

Su Poman held the Langhao pen, dipped it in the ink, tapped it lightly on the white rice paper, and then swiped it down, the movement was extremely smooth, as if he had already prepared a draft.

Poem name: Liu Baoer Qingyu Ci

The advent of what love is?Directly teach life and death.Flying guests from all over the world, the old wings are cold and hot.

Have fun, parting hard, you will be more idiots.The king should have a word, thousands of miles of clouds, thousands of mountains and snow, who is the only shadow to?

Hengfen Road, lonely year Xiaogu.The wild smoke is still flat.What's wrong with calling back the soul, and the mountain ghosts secretly cry about the wind and rain.

The sky is also jealous, and if you don't believe in it, Yinger and swallows are all loess.For thousands of years, to keep it for the poets, sing and drink wildly, and visit Yanqiu.

The shock in Liu Baoer's eyes became more and more intense. Although she is a demon spirit, she has some love for human literature, so she also has a lot of knowledge in appreciation of poetry and prose. After decades of accumulation, she can't lose For some celebrities, when she saw this poem at this time, her eyes became a little blurred with the description of the poem. She thought of many things from this poem.

She thought of her partner who was beheaded by an exorcist in the Moon Fox Cave many years ago...

She remembered the unforgettable love that mortal woman had for the heartless scholar when the demon spirit seized her home for the first time...

Hundreds of years of memories made her suddenly crazy, with mixed feelings in her heart.

If she admired the previous poem, then this Qingliu poem, which seemed to be specially written for her, really touched her heart.

"Hiss... this poem is enough to be passed down through the ages!"

After reading it, the female cultivator surnamed Mo showed shock in her eyes. Originally, she only thought of Su Poman as a tool to find out the location of the fox demon's lair, but at this time, she hesitated.

It would be such a pity if such a gifted scholar accidentally died in the mouth of a demon!
But this idea just flashed through her mind. As the apple of the eye of the Mo family, she had to prove to those in the family this time that her talent and potential were no worse than that of her elder brother.

There was a slight change in the eyes of the two women looking at Su Poman. Liu Baoer's gaze stayed on this poem, and felt that there seemed to be some kind of philosophy contained in it, and the more she read it, the more interesting it became.

"Mr. Su is different from those fake talents that I have seen in the past. Once these two poems are published, in this Nanyue country, talent can be called the first of the poems!" Liu Baoer said with a smile, her tone was full of deep admiration meaning.

Su Poman blushed, he knew his own weight best, these two poems were originally written by the sages on Blue Star, so he was really embarrassed to accept these compliments that did not belong to him.

"I will definitely seal and frame this ink treasure. Mr. Su's authentic work will probably be hard to find in the future!" Liu Bao'er solemnly rolled up the rice paper and put it in the piano box.

Su Poman shook his head lightly and smiled, "Miss Liu is too famous!"

……

Liu Baoer sat next to Su Poman directly, clinking glasses with him constantly to drink, and very thoughtfully put some food that she thought was delicious into his bowl, the atmosphere seemed rather ambiguous.

After three rounds of wine.

Liu Bao'er's face was flushed, she looked very attractive, and there was a blur in her eyes. She Shi Shiran got up, as if she was going to leave at this time.

The female cultivator surnamed Mo didn't speak at this time, she seemed to be waiting for something, with a slight struggle in her expression.

"Mr. Su is a great talent. Bao'er would like to invite him to my old house outside the city. While the moonlight is shining, how about we have an in-depth exchange of poetry?" Liu Baoer looked directly at Su Poman, her beautiful eyes full of anticipation. , No matter what that man saw, he couldn't bear to refuse.

But Su Poman was a little hesitant, because he had no experience fighting against demon spirits before, so he didn't know the strength of demon spirits. If he really went there and found that he couldn't fight, it would be dangerous.

What's more, in this situation, he has just embarked on the road of cultivating immortals, and he doesn't know much about many things, so he doesn't want to make extra troubles. He will leave the southern border after a few days to stabilize his realm.

"Miss Liu, it's getting late now, I'm already a little tired, why don't we make an appointment in the future!"

Su Poman's words surprised the two people present.

The female cultivator surnamed Mo gave him a very surprised look, feeling a little weird.

What kind of man could refuse an invitation from such a beauty?

Could this guy be Liu Xiahui?

Liu Bao'er's expression was even more unexpected, because this was the first time she had failed to invite others, and often those stinky men begged to be her guest of honor, wanting to have a romantic affair that night.

And what surprised her the most was that the charm skills she practiced had no effect on the two men in front of her.

This is the first time this has happened!
(End of this chapter)