Baishixian Road

Chapter 122 The Flying Sword Moves the Clouds and the Moon to Fill the Sky

It took a while for Xu Mo to realize what the "poetry" Han Xuan was talking about.

It was because when I flicked and listened to the sword just now, some fragments of verses were mixed in what I said afterwards.To be honest, these poems are familiar to everyone in my own world, and everyone can memorize them.

But in this world, no one has heard of it, so it's okay to pretend to be aggressive and show off your talents.

But if there is any earth-shattering usefulness, there really isn't one.

Anyway, Xu Mo did not rely on these poems to achieve the special achievement of "showing the saint before people".

I thought that in this world, no one would care about this, but I never thought that I would meet someone who likes this today, and the other party is a terrifying 'sage'.

In Xu Mo's heart, these 'sages' are strange things in the void, mysterious existences from another dimension, and the source of mana in this world.

They cannot be viewed with common sense.

Although Xu Mo has "the fisherman enlightens the Tao", but when he realizes it, he is essentially still ups and downs in the turbid river of the world, and has not yet landed.

But these saints have already landed, and they can watch the world from the shore.

The realm is very different.

With such a terrifying high-end existence, it seems reasonable to have a few people who like 'poetry'.

"The saint likes to listen to it, so I will think of all these poems."

Xu Mo nodded in agreement.

He is bullshitting.

Others didn't know he was talking nonsense, but Di Tingjian knew it, but Di Tingjian didn't kill him, because at this moment, Di Tingjian had been enlightened by Xu Mo.

Reached a higher realm.

To put it bluntly, it is not as rigid as in the past, where anyone who lies will be killed directly.

Now it is like a graduate who has returned to reality from an idealist, and understands what is called human sophistication, and what is meant by people being involuntary in the rivers and lakes.

This is not depravity.

Instead, it's some sort of sublimation.

Xu Mo fulfilled Di Tingjian. Naturally, even if Di Tingjian knew that Xu Mo was lying, he would not expose him.

Of course, this kind of fulfillment and turning a blind eye may only be aimed at a certain person.

For example Xu Mo.

If it was someone else, Di Tingjian might not be so easy to talk to.

In other words, the word 'possible' can be removed.

Xu Mo is a special case. With Di Ting Jian, he has privileges.

He is the only one.

Here Xu Mo began to recite poems. Of course, he would deliberately waste time to show that he was composing poems on the spot. In a different world, in order to survive, he plagiarized a little, not shabby.

As long as you have a thick skin, it will only be fun if you plagiarize, the more you plagiarize, the more enjoyable you will be.

"Looking horizontally, it looks like ridges and peaks, with different heights and distances. I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I just live in this mountain." This first word has not been changed, because there is also a Lushan Mountain in this world.

So it's totally applicable.

Xu Mo didn't know if this was the only poem he used just now.

At this time, a phantom fell from the scroll floating above.

This phantom is extremely tall, several feet high, like a giant descending into the world, Xu Mo stood up straight, and it only reached the opponent's calf.

The phantom asked, "Are there any other poems?"

Xu Mo's heartbeat quickened, but he could still hold on. He cupped his hands and said, "Master, you can ask questions."

"Okay, I'll take this yamen lobby as the topic, and you can write a poem."

Xu Mo nodded, walked left and right, thought for a long time, and said: "I listened to Xiao Xiaozhu lying in the hall, and I suspected it was the sound of suffering in the world. These little officials of Caozhou county are always concerned about love."

"It's okay!" The sage nodded, very satisfied, and then said: "Then write a poem with the respected mountain as the scenery."

Zunshan, Xu Mo has also heard people say, is the head of all the mountains in the states, very majestic, majestic and majestic.

Xu Mo's heart skipped a beat, yes.

However, something needs to be changed.

Thinking about it in my heart, after I changed it, I said: "How about Zun Shanfu? Yingzhou is green. The good fortune clock is beautiful, the yin and yang are cut and the dawn is faint. The chest is full of Zeng Yun, and the canthus is the bird of return. Will be Ling Jueding, List of small hills."

This mountain, of course, refers to the mountain in the other party's mouth.

And the location of Zunshan is 'Yingzhou', so Xu Mo changed a little content and copied it directly.

This is a famous sentence through the ages, especially the last sentence, which is quite lethal.

Sure enough, as soon as this poem came out, the sage was shocked and very happy after listening to it.

"Wonderful, good poetry, especially the last line, can be handed down!"

The other party muttered the phrase 'I will be the top of the mountain, and I will see all the mountains and small mountains', obviously liking it to the extreme.

Xu Mo bowed his head.

Seemingly low-key and humble, but actually blushing, a little embarrassed.

Next, the sage came up with another topic. Basically, Xu Mo could find famous sentences from all ages to match, especially at the end, with the topic of lovesickness in the bright moon, Xu Mo directly gave the king of "Water Tune Getou When Will the Bright Moon Come?" fry.

Xu Mo felt that this was at the level of a nuclear bomb.

On the spot, the saint was blown up and trembled all over.

Obviously extremely comfortable.

Not to mention this sage, even Sizhu and Han Xuan who were in the same room were also stunned, their heads were buzzing, and that sentence was in their ears.

Nung, moon and new moon.

It's almost impossible to go to his grandma's house.

I can't accept it.

Xu Mo knew that enough was enough. Once the nuclear bomb exploded, it would be difficult to talk about other things.

And I am not a cash machine, how much do you want, how much do I spit out for you?

No, I, Xu Mo, also have a temper.

That's all, no more.

So when the first sage asked Xu Mo to write poems, Xu Mo shook his head, his Taoism and thinking were exhausted, and he would not be able to write poems within ten years.

This rod was directly supported more than 600 days later.

How is love.

When the saint heard this, he was not angry. It was obvious that he liked Xu Mo very much.

If the liking in eyes could melt a person, Xu Mo would be bloody all over the place now.

"Sitting alone in the hanging building is boring for thousands of years. I am very happy to get this quatrain. You are very good. Although my talent and ideas are exhausted, I still want to write a poem. I want to write it in the eternal scroll."

When Xu Mo heard it, he thought that this guy didn't understand or was pretending to be confused.

They all said no.

Just as I was about to refuse, I felt someone pull me.

Looking back, it was Han Xuan.

The guy was full of excitement and gave Xu Mo a wink.

Xu Mo was taken aback.

seems to understand something.

Judging from Han Xuan's meaning, the first sage obviously wanted to benefit himself.

For the benefit, then plagiarize another one.

So Xu Mo pondered, saw Han Xuan's sword on his waist, and immediately decided to plagiarize a new one with the sword as the theme.

But when it came to his mouth, Xu Mo's heart suddenly moved.

"I can't think of it, I can't make a whole poem, but I can still make a sentence, so let's go to the building on a rainy night, look at the clouds and sigh, the clouds will not disperse, the flying sword will pull the clouds, and the moon will fill the sky!""

Xu Mo made some guesses just now, so he made up such a sentence temporarily.

Very general.

But when you think about it carefully, you can feel the domineering and terrifying power.

It depends on what the saint will do.

When Han Xuan heard it, he secretly gave Xu Mo a thumbs up. Xu Mo understood that he was on the right path.

Sure enough, Xiansheng was stunned for a moment, and then let out a strange laugh.

"Although it's a bit difficult, I'd better write it for you. In addition, I'll complete it for you. This poem, why not write it like this... Taste the coolness of autumn, the rain washes the morning frost from the black eaves, and you want to see the Qionglou Goddess, but I see the dark clouds covering the spring. Hundreds of cups of wine turn melancholy, and my heart is filled with joy. Ask the sky with a sword, the sky should not answer, go upstairs on a rainy night, look at the clouds and sigh, the clouds will not disperse, fly the sword to pull the clouds, the moon is full of the sky !"

Writing with a brush in his hand, he flicked the scroll in his hand and threw it to Xu Mo.

Xu Mo took it, and looked again, the sage had disappeared.

(End of this chapter)