My sister is Daji

Chapter 329 I Want To Inscribe A Poem In This Situation

The stormy waves beat the shore, and the dark clouds rolled up.

The salty sea breeze is blowing in, and the sand is caught in the wind, which makes people unable to open their eyes.

In the southwest of Dongsheng Shenzhou, there is a village next to Xihai.

A handsome young man and a hunchbacked turtle-headed figure fell from the sky and stopped in front of the Python Temple.

Inside the temple, stands a tall statue of a god, with a human head and a snake body, majestic, majestic and majestic.

"Prime Minister Gui, who do you think this python god is? Why do I see three python temples, and the python gods in each temple look different?"

Prime Minister Gui thought for a while, and thought of something in his mind, he was about to speak, he sighed deliberately, shook his head and said: "Back to the third prince, forgive me for being dull, I can't think of the reason."

This young man is Ao Bing, the third prince of the Dragon Palace. Seeing Prime Minister Gui's puzzled expression, he laughed and said, "You don't know that. The reason why they did this is to confuse people, so that people can't guess the python god." true identity."

"It turns out that the third prince is really clever." In fact, Prime Minister Gui had thought of it a long time ago, but he refrained from saying it, and when he heard Ao Bing say it, he admired it again.

He knew that Ao Bing was very happy, so he followed Ao Bing, as long as he kept flattering him, he could make Ao Binglong feel happy.

No one wants to be a licking dog, but who made Ao Bing a dragon.

As a subsidiary of the Dragon Clan, the Turtle Clan has been serving them since ancient times. Prime Minister Turtle has lived for 330 years, so he naturally knows this truth.

Moreover, Ao Bing is likely to become the new Lord of the World after the Dragon Fight, and he will definitely lick Ao Bing when he comes out this time... the service must be obedient.

"What kind of python god, I don't think he is better than my sister. These people are really rebellious, they even dare to smash the Dragon Mother Temple." Ao Bing took out a gold-handled writing brush from his waist and said with a smile, "In this situation, I want to write a poem."

Prime Minister Gui was timid, looked east and west, and persuaded: "I heard that people from the Python God Sect are not easy to mess with. I think it's better for us not to mess with them."

"What are you afraid of? With the prince's cultivation, I don't pay attention to these monsters at all." Ao Bing said arrogantly, "Besides, this king is known as the 'God of Poetry of the Four Seas'. If I write poems for them, then It’s a great honor for them.”

It's good not to mention the "God of Poetry of the Four Seas", but as soon as this was mentioned, Prime Minister Gui quietly showed a little contempt for Ao Bing.

It all started 50 years ago, when the Sea Clan of the Four Seas selected the God of Poetry, and many Hai Clan members who really had great talents came to participate, but in the end they all lost to Ao Bing one by one.

The poems written by Ao Bing at that time are as follows:
The two horns are big and big, and everyone in the world is afraid of them.

When he breathes out, it rains. All the people in the world love him.

This poem looks ordinary, but it has a name that shocks the world: "My Father Dragon King".

All the judges of the Hai tribe agreed that Ao Bing's poetry was the best in the world, so he won the title of God of Poetry in the world.

From then on, Ao Bing took pride in his talent in poetry, and liked to write a poem wherever he went.

"I don't know what poem the third prince wants to write today?"

Ao Bing thought for a moment, then picked up a pen and wrote.

Prime Minister Gui looked at Ao Bing's crooked words like earthworms, and took a deep breath: "This..."

What a bad poem!
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The thunder rumbles, the sea wind howls, and it looks like a storm is coming.

I never expected to encounter such bad weather when I first arrived in Ahan Village.

Jiang Yi and the others got down from Sibuxiang's back, and Ahan said, "This is my hometown. Do you want to go to my house to rest first?"

Jiang Yi nodded: "That's very good."

Although he has decided to help A-Han deal with the water scorpion spirit, after all, there is a python sect behind the other party. If he can use a hidden arrow, he doesn't need an open gun.

"My lord, there are many people gathered there."

As soon as he entered the village, Hu Xiaolu climbed to a high place and suddenly said to Jiang Yi.

Everyone looked in the direction Hu Xiaolu pointed, and they saw a dense crowd.

Ahan limped forward, grabbed a child and asked, "What's going on, why are you all joining in the fun?"

The child gloated and said: "I don't know who wrote an anti-poem in the Temple of the Python God. The village chief is worried that Lord Python God will pursue it, and he is investigating who did it."

"Oh?"

Ahan turned his head and glanced at Jiang Yi.

Jiang Yi whispered: "Let's go and have a look first."

"Hey, brother Ahan, you were poisoned by Master Water Scorpion, why are you doing well again?"

When the child asked a question, it attracted the attention of other adults.

They all looked at A-Han together, feeling a little fearful, and even more suspicious in their hearts. A-Han was poisoned by the water scorpion, so logically he should have died. Could it be that he is a ghost?

Just looking at the people beside him, Jiang Yiqing is handsome and bright, Daji is charming and charming, but they don't look like ghosts.

At this time, an old man with white hair and hunchback stepped forward, and the villagers gave way to him. He should be the village chief. He looked Ahan up and down, and asked, "You... are you okay?"

A-Han nodded and smiled, "Yes, these two benefactors saved me."

The village chief looked at Jiang Yi and Daji again, and sighed, "That's really your blessing."

But he turned his head again and looked at the python temple behind him, his eyes gradually showed a trace of sadness.

"But you have already offended Master Scorpio, so I advise you not to come back. The world is so big, there is always a place for you. If you come back, it is uncertain how Master Scorpio will deal with you."

A-Han said angrily, "Master Scorpion, in my opinion, the Python Sect is a group of demons and goblins. Village Chief, my benefactor has great powers, and he will definitely help us deal with the Scorpion."

The village head stared straight after hearing Ahan's words: "Are you crazy if you want to deal with the water scorpion spirit! Not to mention whether you can get rid of the water scorpion master, just look at the power of the python god sect in Xihai. You guys, isn’t this hitting a rock with an egg?”

Jiang Yi originally wanted to deal with it in a low-key manner and eliminate the demon silently, but he didn't expect Ahan to be so high-profile, which made him a little embarrassed.

He grabbed Ahan, cleared his throat, and said loudly: "Village chief, what you said is very reasonable. What Ahan said was just angry words. How could we have such a great ability to dare to challenge the Python God Sect. We When I came back, I asked Ahan to pack up his clothes and prepare to run for his life."

The village chief breathed a sigh of relief: "It should be like this. You are unlucky alone, so you can't implicate everyone."

Ahan was about to say something, but Jiang Yi winked at him, so he had no choice but to give up.

Jiang Yi asked again: "Village Chief, I heard that there is an anti-poetry in the Bog God Temple, I wonder if you have found out anything?"

The village chief shook his head: "Today, Master Shuixie is not here, so we neglected to offer incense. Who would have thought that there was an extra poem on the wall, and the content of the poem surprised me. If Master Shuixie sees it, I am afraid that everyone Everyone in the village will die."

"What kind of poem is so rebellious?"

Jiang Yi's curiosity was aroused.

The village chief led them to the Boa God Temple, pointed at the wall and said angrily: "It's nothing more than a bad poem, the characters are ugly, and I don't know what kind of ink was used, but it can't be wiped off, we can't Smash the wall, you say it's annoying or not."

Jiang Yi looked at the poems on the wall and couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

What kind of god is the python god, the python god, the little earthworm came to deceive people.

Cramp and peel off the oil pan, in fact, I like steaming the most.

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