Holy Son is so arrogant

Chapter 80 What the hell is it called not being able to write poetry?

The movement of a dragon pulling a chariot is not insignificant.

After passing through the battle of Mingyue City, Su Ping has obviously become the focus of all monks in this world, attracting the attention of countless people.

Countless monks who were still wandering around Mingyue City before they could get away in time were very surprised when they saw this scene.

Ok?
what happened?

Why did that False Son of Fuyao, who was so arrogant and lawless, turn around and abduct him again?
Especially the city lord of Mingyue City, his face suddenly turned green, and his whole body was not well.

Why is this living King of Hades coming back?

Could it be that he remembered that he forgot to slaughter the city, and this is to make up for it?

Thinking of this, the whole person almost cried.

Life is too difficult!
"Young master, why are we abducting back again?"

Yuexi brought the sorted out space rings to Su Ping, and asked in confusion.

"A chance has fallen." Su Ping said calmly.

Everyone's minds were moved, and the old Jiao pricked up his ears, and a bright light shot out from his eyes.

You know, just now Su Ping said to a pile of hill-like space rings with a look of disgust, this is not worthy of a chance.

Doesn't that mean that the value of this mysterious opportunity is greater than what Tianjiao Juncai, who just looted more than a dozen Daozhou states, got in one fell swoop? !

Yuexi's eyes widened, her mind was agitated, and she subconsciously asked: "What chance? In the Moon View Tower?"

Su Ping shook his head, did not answer, but looked down at Mingyue City below with interest.

At this moment, Mingyue City is no longer as prosperous as it was before, and it is full of devastation.

Although Su Ping didn't really slaughter the city, he just harvested a wave of leeks from outsiders. The ordinary monks in Mingyue City didn't suffer much loss.

However, with the defeat of Mingyue City, the lives of countless monks will still be impacted.

"In this world, weakness is the original sin."

Su Ping said indifferently.

He may be sympathetic to all beings in the world, but definitely not now.

I am still struggling in this cannibalistic world, where I have the right to show mercy to others.

……

"Young master has arrived."

Yuexi reminded softly.

Su Ping came back to his senses, looked at the Guanyue Tower that appeared in front of him, and took a serious look for the first time.

"I hope you will not let me down too much for this chance that my son will miss."

Su Ping said with a light smile, finished speaking, straightened his sleeves, got off the dragon chariot, and slowly walked into the moon-watching building.

At this time, the Guanyue Tower was in a mess, empty and empty without a single person.

Only when the sage of the bright moon fell in the sky above, the bright moon transformed by his own holy will hung high, quietly shining white and soft light.

"There's nothing magical here either."

Yuexi's consciousness spread out, and she searched inch by inch, but nothing was gained at all.

Not only Yuexi, but even Gu Shan and Lao Jiao who were guarding outside also manipulated their spiritual sense at this moment, and re-examined the Moon Observation Tower where the sage Mingyue died and sat in incomparable detail.

Soon, Gu Shan and Lao Jiao also frowned, but didn't find anything.

Sage Mingyue is just a saint. It stands to reason that the means she arranges cannot escape the detection of Gu Shan and Lao Jiao at all.

But they just didn't notice any clues.

But he didn't want to doubt Su Ping's words.

After all, Su Ping brought them countless surprises and shocks in just a few months.

As Su Ping said, there is nothing impossible in front of him!
After noticing Yuexi's reaction, Su Ping laughed softly, "This is the most prosperous area of ​​Mingyue City, with countless people coming and going. If you can detect something strange just by scanning your spiritual sense, then this opportunity is not called Given the opportunity, it is not my Son's turn."

"My lord, is there a way?" Yuexi's eyes lit up.

"The sage Mingyue has loved poetry all his life, and he still likes Mingyue poems."

Su Ping recalled the homework he had done before departure, and murmured.

"Mingyue poetry?" Soon, Su Ping laughed, "This holy son is the best!"

As he spoke, he walked under the bright moon in the building, picked up the paper and pen beside him, and scattered them wantonly.

"My lord, are you...composing poetry? Didn't you say before that you can't compose poetry?"

Looking at Su Ping's back, Yuexi hesitated for a moment, and hurriedly ran to him to polish ink for Su Ping, while the corner of his eye fell on the rice paper.

"Quiet Night Thoughts?"

"The bright moonlight in front of the window is probably frost on the ground?"

"Looking up at the bright moon, bowing your head and thinking about your hometown?"

Yuexi originally just glanced casually out of the corner of her eye, but she didn't expect to be attracted directly.

The clarity of the whole person is excited, as if completely immersed in the world of poetry.

A string of tears fell from the corner of his eyes.

Infected by a strong homesickness in the poem.

She is homesick.

It turned out that she hadn't returned to her family for three years.

Since entering the Fuyao Sect, he has practiced all the time, and the connection with the family is only maintained by flying swords or visits from family members.

This is just a four-pole secret realm. If you step into the keel in the future, you will have to retreat for several or ten years, and I am afraid that the number of times you will go home will be even less.

Thinking of this, I feel more and more sad.

Noticing the change in her mood, Yuexi quickly ran the meditation technique to stabilize her mind.

"This..." Yuexi's eyes were burning, and she looked at her young master obsessively, "This poem can completely compare to the poems of the most famous poets nowadays, and even surpass them!"

"How can this be called not being able to write poetry?!" The dragon outside was roaring, and its vertical pupils were also a little moist.

Only then did it realize that it had been wandering for 1000 years.

How many 1000 years does Jiaosheng have?

"Ma De, engage in a Jiao mentality!"

Originally, Lao Jiao was immersed in the joy of devouring hundreds of talented talents, but at this moment, his mentality completely collapsed.

I can't wait to go back to my hometown now, even if it's just to take a look.

On the contrary, Gu Shan didn't react too much.

For one thing, his cultivation is as high as the sky, and his heart is firm and resolute, so this poem can't affect him.

Secondly, Fuyao Sect was his home, and he was always at home, so naturally he didn't have the so-called homesickness.

However, this did not prevent him from expressing relief in the slightest.

This poem, he can feel, contains the endless true meaning of Dao.

If there is no accident, it will not be a problem to use this poem as a poet.

Although it is not very useful, it is still better than nothing.

After Su Ping finished writing, he put away his pen, straightened his sleeves, and looked up at the bright moon above his head.

Indifferently said: "How about this poem?"

Accompanied by Su Ping's voice, the bright moon above his head suddenly shone brightly.

There was a muffled thunder in the sky outside.

There was a faint light on Su Ping's body, and with him as the center, the world began to rejoice.

Yuexi's eyes widened. She had participated in countless poetry gatherings and had a deep understanding of poetry.

This is the embodiment of becoming a virtuous person with poetry!
My young master was actually promoted to a poet on the spot by relying on a poem? !

The light gradually spread to the surroundings.

Nine days of thunder, the situation is changing.

Groups of golden clouds appeared, turning into countless sages and saints, who all bowed their hands to Su Ping, as if congratulating them.

On this day, the Dao of Poetry was manifested, and countless avenue runes were manifested, outlining all the poems of the Three Thousand Dao States in the eternal era, and filling the entire Three Thousand Dao States.

Su Ping's Thoughts on a Quiet Night echoed in everyone's heart.

"What's going on here? This vision is that someone has become a virtuous man with poetry!"

"Thinking at a quiet night? The bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground, looking up at the bright moon, bowing your head and thinking about your hometown?"

At this moment, everyone was immersed in the endless homesickness contained in this poem, with mixed feelings in their hearts, and an indescribable sadness.

"Huh? What? The author is Su Ping?!"

"Is this a poem written by Su Ping?!"

Three thousand Daozhou directly blew up the pot, and many people were shocked to the point of dumbfounded.

(End of this chapter)