The strongest magic doctor system in another world

Chapter 330
This residence is also too low-key. With Chen Canghai's current name in Liuyun Sect and his status as a true disciple, he can move to a residence that is ten times better than here in minutes. Why live in this kind of place.

Either, this kid is a person who does not seek enjoyment and likes a low-key and pure ascetic, or this kid is pretending.

If it's the former, that's okay, if it's the latter, hehe...

Mo Changkong secretly calculated in his heart.

"Brother Mo, this is definitely the kid's residence."

The disciple leading the way vowed.

Hearing this, Mo Changkong nodded, and yelled casually, the decibels were so high that it shocked many onlookers to stumble, and even a few disciples who were not well cultivated were directly stunned.

"Boy surnamed Chen, come out!"

In the house, Nangong Bingxue had already left, leaving only Chen Canghai, the voice made his face change slightly.

This voice is not only very high-pitched, but also contains majestic vitality, which is as sharp as a sword in the ears.

I'm afraid that ordinary early-stage cultivators of the Xiantian realm will be caught off guard by this voice, and they will not die or be disabled.

But what kind of person is Chen Canghai, who circulated his Yuan power a little, and then he endured it as if nothing had happened, without any discomfort at all.

Chen Canghai is no stranger to the owner of this voice, and he immediately recognized who it was, and murmured:
"Mo Changkong?"

Mo Changkong was not only the number one true heir of the Liuyun Sect, but also the fattest person in the Liuyun Sect. In fact, Chen Canghai had already guessed his identity when they met for the first time.

The door opened, and Chen Canghai came outside the courtyard.

Swish!Swish!Swish!Swish!Swish!
Chen Canghai's figure immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Eyes full of envy, jealousy and hatred shot at Chen Canghai. If eyes could kill, Chen Canghai would definitely die.

"Brother Mo, what are you doing here?"

Chen Canghai frowned slightly, and said lightly, there are so many people here, they are not kind.

Mo Changkong shook the fat on his body, and looked at Chen Canghai:

"Junior Brother Chen, as we all know, I once wrote a hundred love poems for Junior Sister Nangong in Xiangsi Cliff. I am the second in the sect in terms of talent. No one dares to be the number one. Now that you are so close to Junior Sister Nangong, I express my dissatisfaction." , so I want to fight poetry with you, if you can create a love poem that surpasses mine, I guarantee that I will never bother you again, and if you lose, you should stay away from Junior Sister Nangong as soon as possible!"

Swish!
As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes were focused on Chen Canghai, and buzzing voices immediately rang out.

"Dou Poetry? Who in the entire Liuyun Sect doesn't know the level of poetry written by Brother Mo, he is known as the existence of Poetry Fairy!"

"It's not a big deal! Nan Changkong, one of the four great talents in the Eastern Tang Kingdom, is talking about our Senior Brother Mo. It can be said that Brother Mo's talent is well-known and well-known in the entire Eastern Tang Kingdom."

"Brother Mo, who is so talented, wants to compare his literary talents with Chen Canghai. Is it simply the rich or the poor who is richer?"

"That's right, senior brother Mo is clearly going to torture Chen Canghai. It depends on whether this kid will take the bait."

"Hey, if I were Chen Canghai, I would definitely refuse obediently, lest I lose later and be ashamed."

"..."

Fight poetry with me?

Hearing this, Chen Canghai was slightly taken aback, and then a smile could not help but appear on his face. He is a fan of Tang poetry and Song poetry on earth, and he is familiar with countless classic poems that have been passed down through the ages. There was an uproar in the literary world.

Chen Canghai had heard of the hundred love poems that Mo Changkong wrote to Nangong Bingxue back then, and the level was indeed quite good, but compared with the handed down works of those poets on earth, they were not enough.

In this way, what reason does Chen Canghai not dare to fight the so-called fighting poetry?

Fight!
Must fight!
And it was a fierce fight!
"Senior Brother Mo, my younger brother is not talented, but I think I have a bit of ink in my stomach. Since my senior brother has this kindness, let's fight."

Chen Canghai agreed, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

"However, you have to add a lottery."

"A lottery? What kind of lottery? Tell me."

Mo Changkong was overjoyed, this kid really dares to fight, let's see how he will abuse you, he asked with a big grin.

"I have heard for a long time that senior brother Mo has a very high attainment in the way of body training. He has created a mysterious secret technique of body training. If the younger brother wins the poems in the competition later, please give the secret technique to me. Junior brother."

A sly look appeared on Chen Canghai's face. Chen Canghai had heard about Mo Changkong's physical strength for a long time, and had personally experienced it. He relied on the body training secret technique he created himself. If he could get it, One's own physical strength can definitely make considerable progress.

"You kid really dare to think that you dare to hit my attention with the body training secret technique, but you can't win, so what's the defense if you promise? But the premise is that you can win the lottery that satisfies me."

Arrogance and suspicion flashed across Mo Changkong's fat face.

"My secret art is a mysterious art. If you want to use it, you have to have the capital, something of the same value. Can you get it?"

Chen Canghai smiled slightly, a jade slip emerged from his palm, and threw it to Mo Changkong.

Mo Changkong caught the jade slip, sensed its contents briefly, ecstasy appeared on his fat face, and praised:

"This boxing skill is good, I like it, and it will be mine later. Hahaha!"

"Hehe, let's see if the senior brother can win."

Chen Canghai chuckled twice and then made a haha.

"Hey, let me show you, brother, how I can beat you."

Mo Changkong was full of confidence, and shouted:

"I'll come first. I've been brewing this poem for a long time, and it's specially written for Junior Sister Nangong. It's perfect to use it to defeat you."

As soon as this remark came out, all the disciples in the audience looked forward to it. Mo Changkong's poems were the authority in the literary world in the Eastern Tang Dynasty.

The time to witness the miracle is here!

Chen Canghai nodded and smiled slightly, stretched out his palm slightly, and made a gesture of invitation.Mo Changkong cleared his throat, pondered for a moment, and spoke:

Nanshan has a daughter,

palace number one;

Ice heart waiting to melt,

delicacies in the snow;

my heart is like the moon,

I love you!

Did you ever know?

hiss!hiss!hiss!hiss!hiss!
When the poem was finished by Mo Changkong, the audience was silent, and after a while, there were gasps and exclamations at the same time.

"Good poetry! Good poetry! What a fucking good poem!"

"Although I can't understand what Senior Brother Mo is saying, it does sound really awesome."

"I'll go! You don't understand this, you are uneducated, it's terrible!"

"Damn it! You speak as if you understand it very well. You understand it. Why don't you explain it to me."

"It's very simple. The first sentence, Nanshan has a daughter, is exactly what Senior Sister Nangong said, pointing out that Senior Sister Nangong was born in Nangong Villa, the number one mountain villa in our East Tang Kingdom.

The second sentence is number one in the palace, which describes Senior Sister Nangong as one of the best beauties even in the palace in the sky.

The third sentence is "Bing Xin Waiting to Melt", which means that the heart of the iceberg beauty, Senior Sister Nangong, is waiting for someone to melt it.

The fourth sentence, "Delicacy in Snow", as the name suggests, describes Senior Sister Nangong as beautiful as delicacy in snow.

The fifth sentence, "My heart is like the moon," said that senior brother Mo himself's affection for senior sister Nangong is like the bright moon, which can be learned from heaven and earth.

The sixth sentence, "Love and Nianxi", expresses Brother Mo's love and longing for Senior Sister Nangong day and night,

There is no need to explain the seventh sentence. If you still don’t understand this, then you can die.

And the most important thing is that this is a Tibetan acrostic poem, the first words of each line are connected to form the seven words "Nangong Bingxue I love you", which is the finishing touch of this poem. "

As soon as this explanation came out, all the disciples in the audience became dead silent again, and after a while, there was an exclamation far better than before.

"Wonderful! Wonderful! Brother Mo really deserves to be known as the existence of the poet, this poem is awesome!"

"It's not just great, it's really great! Brother Mo is so talented!"

"I used to think that Senior Brother Mo wrote a hundred love poems in one breath to express his love for Senior Sister Nangong, which was based on rumors and exaggerations. Now it seems that with Senior Brother Mo's talent, he has the strength."

"That's a must."

"..."

After a long time, all the disciples finally finished venting and regained their composure. They all looked at Chen Canghai with strange expressions, gloating all over their faces.

"Hehe, this Chen Canghai is miserable. He dared to compete with Brother Mo in poetry. It's just looking for abuse."

"Hey, isn't that right! I already knew he was going to lose, so it depends on how he loses."

"Hmph! Dare to fight poetry with Senior Brother Mo, isn't that obviously pretending to be coercive? Now, let's see how Chen Canghai ends up. It's very embarrassing to pretend to fail, haha!"

"..."

One after another cynicism spread into his ears, Chen Canghai didn't change his face, completely ignored it, he clapped his hands at Mo Changkong and said with a smile:

"Senior brother Mo is very talented. Next, it's up to me to make a fool of myself. Senior brother must hear clearly."

As soon as this remark came out, many disciples had a look of mischief on their faces, and one after another disdainful murmurs sounded one after another.

"Cut! This Chen Canghai actually has the courage to compose poems. If I were him, I would have obediently surrendered a long time ago, so as not to write a rubbish poem that can't be put on the stage, it would be even more embarrassing."

"That's right, this kid is just playing around with others, and he's beyond his control."

"..."

At this moment, it was already night, and a bright moon hung high in the sky, covering the earth with silver light.

Chen Canghai's eyes were like swords, bursting out with fierce brilliance, his whole body was like a rainbow, and he seemed to be one with the bright moon. His heart moved, and he thought of the song "Water Tune Song Head" written by the great poet Su Shi that has been passed down through the ages on the earth. .

"When is the moon? Ask Qingtian for the wine.

I don’t know what year is the heavenly palace?

I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid that Qionglou Yuyu will be too cold in the heights. "

As soon as the first three sentences were uttered, all the disciples in the audience opened their mouths, and all the disdain and ridicule disappeared.

Get rid of the axe?

Overcome?

Pretentious?
Insult yourself?

All doubts were completely shattered in front of these three short lines of poems, shattered without any suspense!

The sense of accomplishment that had just surged up on Mo Changkong's fat face was also shattered, and was replaced by full of shock and shock.

Mo Changkong has been obsessed with poetry and poetry for many years, and the profound artistic conception and profound talent of these three poems are beyond his praise.

Chen Canghai ignored everyone's reaction and continued.

"Dancing clear shadow, like in the world?

Turn Zhuge, low tenants, and sleepless.

There should be no hatred, why is it going to other times?

People have sorrows and sorrows and joys, and moons have yin and qing, which is difficult to complete.

Nung, moon and new moon. "

The word 'Juan' came out, and the whole poem ended. All the disciples were stunned, and they didn't dare to speak out. They looked at Chen Canghai as if they were looking at a monster.

For a moment, the audience was dead silent, and a needle could be heard.

After a long, long time, all the disciples finally came to their senses, one after another super high-decibel exclamation sounded like a landslide and tsunami.

"Oh my god! What a poem! No, it's a divine poem! A stroke of genius!"

"Oh my god! I can't imagine in my dreams that I'm lucky enough to hear such perfect poetry in my lifetime. It's not in vain!"

"We all said that Chen Canghai's poems are definitely not the opponent of Brother Mo. Now it seems that we are all blind and underestimated him!"

"Who says it's not? With this poem, Brother Mo's ten streets can be blown up! No, it's not a problem to blow up a hundred streets!"

"Senior Brother Mo's title of Poetry Fairy is nothing but a joke in front of Chen Canghai."

"..."

The bursts of exclamation lasted for a long time, and many people were completely intoxicated by the artistic conception of "Shui Tiao Ge Tou". The happy expression was like eating some delicious food in the world, with endless aftertaste.

"Haha, I lost! Junior Brother Chen's poem is simply too good, I can't even flatter a horse!

Others may not know the artistic conception of this poem, but I know it too well. This poem is written too well. I imagine and think about the bright moon, and incorporate the joys and sorrows of the world into the philosophical pursuit of life in the universe. among!
When will the moon be? Ask the wine to Qingtian.

I don’t know what year is the heavenly palace?

Almost every sentence is a classic, every sentence is full of charm, and some words and sentences even have to be chewed many times to understand their profound artistic conception!

For example, the phrase ride the wind to return?Why use the word "return"?You may not understand it when you listen to it for the first time, but after listening to it, you will gradually understand. This word "return" can be said to be the finishing touch. Immortal, detached from the world.

That's why you have to "return" back to the Immortal Palace instead of going to the Immortal Palace. It seems crazy, but the spirit of this poem is also suddenly out of the world, and it has been upgraded by more than one level!
Coupled with the ending of the last sentence, anyway, I am convinced!

The most important thing is that the artistic conception contained in this poem by the younger brother actually made me loose the bottleneck of Confucianism and Taoism that I had been trapped for a long time. With this opportunity, I can not only break through the bottleneck of Confucianism and Taoism, but also the innate realm There is also a great possibility to break through the bottleneck of advanced true alchemy realm together!
Brother Chen, you have really helped me a lot!You are my benefactor! "

hiss!hiss!hiss!hiss!hiss!
As soon as Mo Changkong said these words, countless breathless voices erupted from all the disciples in the audience.

They looked at Chen Canghai one by one, full of shock and horror...

(End of this chapter)