My wife, the eldest princess of the demon clan, I recite poems and become a sword god

Chapter 34
"Youth trip..."

After pondering the title of the poem, Xiang Yi's expression remained as calm as water, with no trace of any disturbance.

If the person next to her at this moment was not Li Xiaobu, she would most likely leave first as a sign of respect.

Because trying to awaken an obsession that has sunk for 3000 years with just one poem is somewhat of a fool's errand.

Under normal circumstances, the probability of the cinnabar pen working is very mysterious.

What's more, the cinnabar pen in the opponent's hand is still an incomplete sacred instrument.

It is equivalent to a discount on the use effect.

Put the two together, and the likelihood of success is slim.

Thinking of this, Xiang Yi not only did not feel disappointed, but felt moved in his heart.

Obviously the probability of success is ridiculously low, but the other party is willing to risk it for her just for the slightest possibility.

In her eyes, this kind of behavior is silly and naive.

However, she also carried such innocence in her bones.

"Li Xiaobu," Xiang Yi suddenly raised his pretty face and said with a very serious expression:
"I won't allow you to be so reckless with women in the future, including me."

Li Cheng was startled when he heard this, and the slender fingers holding the cinnabar pen trembled slightly.

next moment,
A faint smile couldn't help but appear on his lips, and he replied softly:

"okay, I get it."

After saying that, he withdrew his gaze and calmly observed the pile of rocks in front of him.

Xiang Yi, on the other hand, clutched the exquisite ancient jade in his palm tightly and maintained a high level of vigilance.

The two of them were silent, and time passed quietly bit by bit.

The sword energy in the underground palace became more and more powerful.

Most of the lights on the stone wall had been blown out, and there were clear sword marks everywhere on the floor tiles.

The bamboo tube that had been thrown on the ground earlier was in pieces and was crushed to the size of a fingernail by the sword energy.

If practitioners below the Tongxuan realm were here, they might not be able to survive for a few breaths before their lives would be taken away by the overwhelming sword energy.

As the sword energy dispersed, the entire underground palace seemed to be crumbling.

In the darkness,
When the colorful light on the surface of the stone pile dimmed to the extreme, Li Cheng suddenly stretched out his right hand.

The tip of the dark red cinnabar pen hung in the void, facing the direction of the blood sword in the distance, and condensed a big character one stroke at a time——

bow.

The glyph is very delicate, but also powerful, showing full of youthful spirit.

Xiang Yi stared intently at the air, and couldn't help admiring the good words in her heart.

But then, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows slightly, and there was a bit of surprise in her eyes.

Because she saw that Li Cheng was in no hurry and wrote down the remaining words one after another.

And connect several floating red letters end to end:

"The bow-backed Xia Ming Sword Zhaoshuang"

Every word written with a cinnabar pen has a faint charm.

For example, the word 'sword' really looks like a sharp sword, while the word 'shuang' makes people feel slightly chilly.

Reciting this poem silently in his heart, Xiang Yi couldn't help but sigh at the other person's talent.

Writing poetry is not like pulling radishes from a vegetable patch.

Although there are only seven short words, it is able to combine emotions with the scenery, showing the desolate and desolate meaning.

Such profound skill in choosing words and constructing sentences is definitely beyond the reach of ordinary literati.

Before she could taste it carefully, Li Cheng grabbed it and wrote the second line of the poem.

At this time, the surprise in Xiang Yi's eyes dissipated a little, and was replaced by doubts from the bottom of his heart.

After counting the interest,

The colorful light on the surface of the stone pile completely disappeared.

At this moment, Li Cheng used up the last bit of his cinnabar pen and wrote the word "township".

As the last word was written, the chaotic sword energy around him suddenly became stagnant.

It's like lubricating oil suddenly fails, and the originally smooth track becomes dry.

A seven-character quatrain that was as tall as half a man was quietly suspended in the air, emitting a faint red halo.

Silently staring at this young man's poem, Xiang Yi subconsciously opened his red lips and softly chanted:
"The Xia Ming sword is bowed and illuminates the frost,

The autumn wind comes out of Xianyang.

The land of Hehuang, the son of heaven, has not been harvested,
I don't want to look back at my hometown. "

After the words fell, she couldn't help but sigh slightly, feeling the chivalrous spirit of the young man in this poem.

Carved bow, sword, night light, autumn wind, walking horse...

These words combined together easily outline the high-spirited and energetic young man Wu Anhou.

Suddenly, she couldn't help but think of the magnificent Chang'an City.

3000 years ago, it was called Xianyang and was the capital of the Qin Dynasty.

While he was thinking a lot, Xiang Yi noticed that the five fingers of Li Cheng's right hand were pressed together and placed in front of him, with a burning light flowing in the palm of his hand.

next moment,
The other person pushed forward slightly, seemingly casually.

The verses condensed in mid-air were continuously compressed by invisible forces until they turned into a drop of thick red ink.

In the different sights of the two people, Zhu Mo finally merged into the hilt of the bloody sword.

however,
Then nothing happened.

There is no great work of light, and no sword soaring into the sky.

The surrounding sword energy immediately resumed its operation, setting off a wild wind as before.

After just thinking for a moment, Li Cheng decisively grabbed Xiang Yi's white wrist and ran towards him:

"go!"

A simple word, no unnecessary words.

The principle he has always pursued is to know the destiny and do one's best.

Knowing his fate but not accepting his fate, he tried his best to fight to the end in the most extreme situation.

But for now, all he could do was done.

If you are still unwilling to force something, it is a typical gambler's mentality.

And he always has a clear understanding that betting on dogs cannot be a house.

He, Mr. Li, is sworn in with gambling and drugs, no matter in his past life or in this life.

The moment the opponent grabbed his wrist, Xiang Yiben decisively drew out the Lady's Sword and threw it straight back through the air.

Countless sword energies were broken by her waist with just one thought.

In the sword energy that covers the sky and the sun,

The two people, with their fingers clasped together, were like sailing against the current, heading towards the long stairs with difficulty.

Fortunately, although the sword energy in the underground palace was much more powerful than before, it was still unable to hurt the two of them.

After ten breaths,
The two of them were only a few feet away from the dark hole.

As long as they successfully enter the long stage they came from, given their cultivation level, they can escape in a maximum of two quarters of an hour.

This is the same as it is easier to go up a mountain than to go down a mountain.

Li Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to say something to his wife when he suddenly felt his heart beating violently.

This feeling happened last time.

No, it was before Xu Jie was about to become a self-destruct truck!
completely subconsciously,

He forced himself to stand in front of the cave entrance, and at the same time forcefully pulled back Xiang Yi, who had already reached half of his body into the cave.

next moment,
Xiang Yi, who was not prepared at all, bumped into Li Cheng's solid chest in a daze.

Like a spring breeze blowing into my arms.

Li Cheng put his arms around the other party's waist, but he didn't have any charming thoughts.

He quietly pricked up his ears and noticed a very subtle cracking sound coming from the entrance of the cave.

Not daring to be careless, Li Cheng took Xiang Yi back a few steps.

At the same time, the sounds inside the cave entrance became louder and louder.

In just a dozen breaths, it turned into a loud rumbling sound.

At this time, there was no need for Li Cheng to remind him. Xiang Yi took the Lady's Sword into his hands from a distance and stared at the hole warily.

And to their surprise,
The abnormal sound in the long steps had not ended yet, and the entire underground palace suddenly began to shake violently.

All the lights on the stone wall were completely extinguished.

The entire underground palace suddenly fell into darkness again.

(End of this chapter)