Sword knocks the door of heaven

Chapter 136 Qinglian Poetry Club (please subscribe!)
Mr. Da and Li Yunsheng stood under Qinglian Peak, letting the fine raindrops fall on their bodies, looking up at the mountain peak in the mist.

"Mountains are good mountains."

Mr. Big praised.

Both of them were dressed in dark Confucian clothes, their bodies were as straight as tree trunks, one old and one young, one tall and one short like two green pines at the foot of the mountain.

"Not as good as Qiushui."

Li Yunsheng withdrew his gaze and said seriously.

"nature."

Mr. Da answered with a proud face.

However, Li Yunsheng's words did not come from his arrogance towards Qiushui, but Li Yunsheng's soul realized that this Qinglian Peak was indeed inferior to Qiushui, regardless of the mountain situation or the aura of the surrounding world.

After setting off, the two of them didn't stay for a moment. They went straight from Qiushui to Qinglian Peak, but even if Mr. Da walked with his sword, the two of them still spent an hour, which shows the vastness of Qinglian Immortal Mansion.

Although they looked at this mountain for a long time, the two of them did not plan to go up the mountain today, but walked towards the col in the south of Qinglian Peak.

There is a ten-mile peach orchard in the south of Qinglian Peak, which is the place where the energy of the entire Qinglian Peak is located. Except for Qiushui, the whole fairy mansion has the most spiritual energy here, and it is the place that Qinglian Mansion is most proud of.

In March, the peach blossoms began to bloom like brocades, and every time at this time, the Qinglian Mansion would gather celebrities from the Immortal Mansion to hold the Qinglian Poetry Contest until the day when the peach blossoms withered.

Now it is April, when the peach blossoms are about to wither, today will be the last day of the Ching Lian Poetry Society.

Walking to the entrance of the col, Mr. Da stopped suddenly and said:
"Since this is a poetry meeting, don't you and I have to prepare one or two poems?"

"Can't write."

Li Yunsheng shook his head.

"I can't write poems, but can I sing poems?"

Mr. Big continued to ask.

"Whose poem do you want Mr. Big to listen to?"

Li Yunsheng thought for a while and asked.

Wen Yanda turned his head with a smile, walked towards the dark entrance of the mountain depression, and said:

"Think about it, and help me choose a poem that you think is suitable."

After speaking, he put his hand on the hilt of the mountain sword at his waist.

I saw at the entrance of the mountain depression, an old man in civilian clothes with a cane appeared at some time.

"Have you made up your mind?"

"Think about it."

"Then remember that when reciting, the voice must be loud, otherwise I am afraid that the wind will be too strong and I will not be able to hear clearly."

After saying this, the Kaishan Sword in Mr. Da's hand came out of his body little by little with a slight "roar".

At this time, another group of figures hiding in the dark appeared behind the old man in civilian clothes.

"Then I read it."

Looking at the group of people, Li Yunsheng frowned. From those people, he felt a strong killing intent rushing towards his face.

"Youth is fifteen and twenty."

"Walk to win horse riding."

He sank his body, and a clear voice came out through his body.

At this time, the group of people behind the old man with the clubbing crutches had already rushed to Mr. Da with their weapons in hand.

Hearing the sound, Mr. Da didn't speak, but just grinned, and then with a tearing sound, he pulled out of the scabbard brazenly, and cut a figure who was rushing in half with his sword.

As if waiting for the next sentence, Mr. Da put down the mountain sword, opened the wine gourd and took a sip of wine, and then looked at the two assassins rushing out of the crowd with a calm expression.

"Shoot the white-fronted tiger of Zhongshan, and kill the yellow beard!"

Li Yunsheng's voice sounded behind him, and Mr. Da followed suit with his sword in his hand, swiping his sword twice as he walked.

One sword kills one person.

After a short trial, the group of assassins stopped hesitating and began to swarm up.

"One body fought for three thousand miles, and one sword was once a master of millions."

"Nice poem!"

Facing the danger in front of him, Mr. Da raised his head and took another sip of wine as if he didn't check at all. He leaned back and dodged the sword in an understatement. The sword was like a gale, smashing the three assassins who were not in a hurry to dodge into pieces.

Kill three people with one sword.

"Han soldiers are as fast as thunderbolts, and captive horses are galloping and afraid of thistles."

Li Yunsheng's voice sounded again, his voice became clearer and his tone more majestic, but to those assassins, it sounded like a reminder poem, making them shudder.

……

On the last day of the Qinglian Poetry Contest, the Immortal Mansion attached great importance to it, inviting great Confucian scholars, talented scholars and beauties.

Among them, the most famous one among the younger generation is Liu Zilu. Although he has become famous in the past two years, both his poetic talent and cultivation talent are among the first-class among his peers. Last year, he wrote a poem on Qinglian, which was famous as a fairy In the house, everyone rushed to pass it around, and it was even changed into lyrics and sung in the room.

Moreover, this Liu Zilu was born with a good appearance, and it is no exaggeration to say that his appearance is Saipan'an, so he has attracted countless girls from the Immortal Mansion to fall in love with him since he became famous.

Knowing that he was going to participate in the Qinglian Poetry Festival this time, not only Qinglian Immortal Mansion, but also many beauties and socialites from other state capitals rushed to Qinglian.

So in this poetry meeting, wherever Liu Zilu went, there were a lot of flowers, and the scenery around him was even more beautiful than the ten miles of peach blossoms, which attracted everyone's envy.Many disciples from aristocratic families who were neglected saw their teeth itch, but they had no choice but because Liu Zilu's cultivation was amazing, and there was support from the sect behind him, otherwise he would have done him secretly.

"A bunch of trash."

Feeling the venomous gazes of the gang of aristocratic children behind him, Liu Zilu, who always kept a faint smile on his face, cursed in his heart.

He is very satisfied with this Qinglian Poetry Meeting. He enjoys the feeling of being noticed the most. The same is true for studying poetry and swords. When he thinks that one of his poems can cause waves in the entire Immortal Mansion and even ten states, he can't help The corners of the mouth curled up.

It was just a movement of the corner of the mouth, which caused the faces of the girls who surrounded him to turn red and their hearts beating continuously.

"Brother Zilu, can you show me this new poem I wrote."

A girl finally mustered up her courage and handed a pink letterhead to Liu Zilu.

After rejecting many people before, Liu Zilu finally accepted the letter from the girl this time.

Liu Zilu has already understood the thoughts of these girls. He can't accept everyone, but he can't accept none of them. There must be a good sense of proportion, and whoever accepts is also very important. This is the same as practicing. It is a science, and if you learn it well, you will be invincible among the thousands of flowers.

Sure enough, Liu Zilu's actions caused screams from the girls around him, and there were more girls around him.

However, for Liu Zilu this time, there are still some flaws in the ointment.

While flatteringly rejecting the letterheads handed over by other girls, he casually looked at a big peach tree in the east.

Under the peach tree, a girl with a cold face in white was sitting at the table under the tree, looking thoughtfully at the peach garden in front of her.

Just like Liu Zilu, there were many men present, consciously or unconsciously, all looking at the girl under the peach tree.

Liu Zilu frowned, as if he had made up his mind, he said goodbye to the girls beside him, and walked towards the peach tree.

"Junior Sister Ningshuang, what are you looking at?"

When he came under the peach tree, Liu Zilu showed a smile that he thought even the Nine Heavens Profound Girl could not resist.

　Please subscribe to the monthly ticket recommendation ticket, at least two updates today!I will continue to type
　　
　
(End of this chapter)