Cultivation of immortals, the beginning of cultivating demons for ten years

Chapter 16 The Martial Artist Asks Fist [New book please collect! 】

Wen Qi gushed out, tumbling, and finally turned into a long dragon of Wen Qi, climbing up and down along the three-inch-long Wen Xiang.

Then came the six-inch long Wenxiang, and the nine-inch long Wenxiang, all in one go, before the surrounding scholars and students could react, all three Wenxiang were ignited in an instant.

Silent.

Everyone was startled.

Looking in disbelief at the white-clothed scholar splashing ink.

This poem obviously hasn't been written in its entirety yet, and the literary spirit that was born has already ignited three incense sticks.

This is simply against the sky!

Someone came back to his senses and sighed: "Three incenses are burned in one breath, and the literary spirit is like a dragon. It must be a famous work through the ages."

"Stunning and brilliant, this white-clothed scholar's poetry is ten times better than mine."

"Hey, you guys standing inside, don't just be dumbfounded, quickly read the poems he wrote, read them out and listen to them."

"Yong Liu. The jasper makeup is as tall as a tree, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down. I don't know who cuts the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors."

"Comparing the willow tree to a slim woman, she is graceful and charming, and the description is vivid. It is a good poem. This is the best poem about willow I have ever seen."

"The Fu is wonderful, the language is gentle, fresh and refined, it should be the world's first-class poetry chanting Liu."

"This brother is a good poet."

"Brother Tai is an outstanding person, and his poems are also superb. I am also envious."

Yan Ping put down his pen, cupped his hands and said, "Accept, accept."

Xiaoqing was overwhelmed with surprise, she just said casually and asked the white-clothed scholar to try it, but unexpectedly got a famous poem through the ages.

"Congratulations, Young Master, you have obtained the right to live in Liuyuan Upper Court for one month free of charge. Please, Young Master, put a bell seal on your masterpiece."

Yan Ping took out the private seal, dipped in the ink pad in Xiaoqing's hand, and stamped the seal.

"Yan Wen would like to print it."

"It turned out to be Brother Yan. Huang Zixu met Brother Yan in Xiaqing Kingdom."

"I met Brother Yan at King Xiashuiyun's stream."

"Under..."

"Everyone is polite."

"Young Master Yan, this way please."

Yan Ping found that Xiaoqing's attitude towards him had changed in an instant, and there were three points of admiration and seven points of respect in those pair of water-cut autumn eyes.

Literary young women?
Yan Ping didn't know, anyway, this little game was not easy, and the literary spirit entangled in Wenxiang disappeared again without warning.

It was as if something was devouring the literary spirit.

Indus courtyard.

The willow trees in the courtyard are shady, the lotus is pleasing to the eye, and the red carp is swimming in the pool, which is quiet and unique, full of aura.

"That's right, it's worthy of being a high-class courtyard."

"It's good that the son likes it."

"Qingluo, Hongling, there are guests here, and you two little girls still haven't come out to meet them."

A pair of twin sisters came lightly.

Two mermaids, one green carp and one red carp.

The green carp wore a blue palace attire, and the red carp wore a red palace attire. They had outstanding appearance and temperament, and their figure was even more exquisite and embossed, not much better than that of the swan fairy.And they are also twin sisters, which is even more divided.

"Qingluo, the first-class maid of the Wutong Court, Hongling has met the young master."

The two faced each other and greeted each other with a blessing.

"The two girls are polite."

Yan Ping moved into the Wutong Courtyard, and the two fish mothers were in charge of daily life and food.

The big carp was put into the lotus pond by him, and he lived in seclusion, practicing boxing and sword every day, exhaling arrogance, and occasionally reading some books and newspapers bought by Wang Lei.

Yan Ping hardly ever goes out, and he doesn't flirt with the two glamorous fish girls, so he becomes a bookworm in the eyes of Qingluo and Hongling.

It has been six days since the ferry left Qingping Mountain.

At noon, I ate the lunch carefully prepared by Qingluo, and took a bath and changed clothes under the service of Hongling.

Yan Ping took the two fish girls out of Wutongyuan and headed for the city.

Three days ago, the two fish girls were whispering in his ears that the ferry would pass by the Rainbow Valley this evening. At that time, he would be able to enjoy the magnificent sight of thousands of rainbows across the sky, and there was even more excitement about the nuns of the Rainbow Valley throwing hydrangea balls to choose their husbands. .

This kind of excitement is only once in a sixteenth century.If you miss it, you have to wait another six years.

The place with the best view in the city is the Star Observatory. Unfortunately, when they arrived, the three Observatory in the city were already overcrowded.Yan Ping thought for a while and decided to go to the place where he usually practiced boxing.

It was a remote small bamboo forest, located at the end of the ferry, with a sea of ​​bamboo and blue waves, and the scenery was pleasant.

It was Wang Lei who helped him find a place to practice boxing.

Standing on the bamboo sea to view the scenery, the view is as wide as that of the Star Observatory.

Before the time came, Yan Ping asked Qingluo and Hongling to take out the tea set.

The beauty in the palace costume, under the green bamboo forest, above the sea of ​​clouds, plain hand-made tea.

Looking at the bamboo forest close up and listening to the waves, looking at the clouds and clouds from a distance, accompanied by beauties, it is heaven and earth.

"Miss, it's here."

"The bamboo forest here is quiet and tender. It's really a good viewing spot. How did you find this place?"

"I found it while wandering around the other day."

"Ah, miss, there's someone here."

"Ada, Qingren, remember to be polite."

"Yes, ma'am."

Looking at the group of people who suddenly appeared, Yan Ping frowned slightly.

"This young master is very polite. My young lady likes to be alone. Here are ten middle-grade spirit stones. Please find another place, young master."

"Ten middle-grade spirit stones, your lady is really rich."

Yan Ping put down his teacup and said indifferently: "It's a pity that I am rich and honored, can't be promiscuous, poor and humble can't be moved, and mighty can't be subdued."

"It's good that the poor and the humble cannot be moved, and the mighty cannot be subdued."

A man in a purple robe appeared, followed by a group of men and women.

"It's a good word, but it's a pity that there is no poverty in the world that can't be moved. It can't be moved. In the final analysis, it's not enough to give. Friends, ten high-grade spirit stones, if you are interested, leave immediately."

"Miss, it's Xie Zonglin from the Spirit Sword Sect."

The woman frowned slightly, "Wait and see."

Yan Ping sighed, these are no gods on the mountain, they don't have any sense of immortality at all, they are simply a rascal in the market.

"This place is big enough, even if hundreds of people watch it, it won't be crowded. Why are you two being aggressive?"

"Brother Xie, why are you talking so much nonsense with him, my little brother invites him out for you."

A young man with a hook nose came out and said carelessly, "Brother, considering your size, I'm afraid you are also practicing boxing. I also practice boxing. Why don't you practice both hands together."

"Is it okay not to practice? It is not advisable to exercise vigorously just after eating."

"It's not up to you."

The hooked-nosed young man straightened his clothes and bowed his fists and said, "Warrior of the five realms, Wang Heng, please enlighten me."

"Ask punch!"

Yan Ping got up, and said solemnly: "Ask about raw punches or dead punches."

Wufu asks for a punch, and the person being asked must receive the punch.

Confucian monks need to cultivate courage, while martial arts monks put more emphasis on courage than Confucian monks. What they cultivate is heroic courage, and even more invincible courage.

Asking about boxing is asking about heart, not daring to receive punches means timidity in heart, once timid, the heart will be weak, and once the heart is weak, it will be difficult to reach the top of martial arts.

Looking at the fair face in front of him, the unremarkable young man with a hooked nose was a little annoyed, and had the urge to tear this handsome face in front of him, he sneered, "It's a matter of life and death." , I asked Death Fist, do you dare to take it?"

"You and I have no grievances, why are you aggressive?"

Yan Ping's face darkened.

"What's wrong, don't you dare? If you don't dare, just get lost."

The hooked nose is extremely sinister.

If Yan Ping really didn't catch the punch and left, he would just wait for a thorn in his heart, and never think about the possibility of reaching the top of martial arts in the future.

"Don't you dare?"

Yan Ping said flatly: "Since you want to die, then I will grant it to you."

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