Puppet cultivation, if you find the real one, I lose

Just when Chen Huan was annoyed by the fat man, suddenly a tall tower among the towers flashed.

Then a beam of light shot up into the sky, and then slowly dissipated.

The disciples below immediately exclaimed:

"It's the chess building! Someone actually cracked the Zhenlong chess game!"

"With so much talent, you can comprehend the rhyme of Tao for a few hours, right?"

"This one won't take off directly."

"I wonder which sect it is from?"

Chen Huan narrowed his eyes and said to the fat man:

"Let’s go upstairs!"

"Which building?" the fat man asked

"Poetry Tower."

This Fanghua Garden is like a place of inspiration, and all the disciples are seeking inspiration.

And these towers are more like places for assessment.

Take your inspiration to the tower for testing.

If it succeeds, your talent will be revealed.

Chen Huan and the other person went directly into the Poetry Tower, and no one stopped them.

The guards were patrolling the outer circle.

They did not dare to disturb the inspiration of the people inside.

Instead, it made the inside extremely empty.

There were regular stone carvings in front of the door.

The Poetry Tower has nine floors, each floor has a level.

The first floor is easy to pronounce on the street, and the ninth floor will be remembered forever! If you want to store poems in the building, first ask yourself how good the poems you write are, and which floor they should be placed on.

Then go upstairs and write.

If your poem is only at the level of the second floor, but you write it on the third floor, then this poem will be invalid. , and disappeared directly.

Chen Huan entered the first floor, where there were still some people who were thinking with their heads down, pondering over words.

The walls were covered with various poems.

Obviously left by those disciples.

Chen Huan did not stop and went up directly.

There were fewer poems on the second floor, and even fewer on the third floor, and so on.

Starting from the seventh floor, all the walls were white walls, and there was not a single poem left on the walls.

Chen Huan went directly to the ninth floor.

The ninth floor is the top of the tower, and it is not a white wall, but a simple blue brick wall.

But on this floor, there are nine white stone tablets.

They are placed in a ring, and in the center of the ninth floor is a desk.

On it are placed pens, ink, paper and inkstone.

Chen Huan looked at these stone tablets, took a deep breath and said:

"Fatty, grind the ink!"

"Brother, you are so fierce, you have to write on the ninth floor"

"Hurry up!"

The fat man hurriedly began to pour water and grind.

Chen Huan held the inkstone, dipped it in ink, and wrote with confidence.

"Have you not seen that the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns?"

"Don’t you see, the white hair in the mirror of the hall, black hair in the morning, white hair in the evening"..........

"I was born to be useful, even if I lose all my money, I can still get it back.".........

"Five-colored horses, fur coats worth thousands of gold, call my son to go out and exchange them for good wine, so that we can share the eternal sorrow."

It was done in one breath!

The word"sorrow" fell, and the whole poetry building shook slightly!

The white jade stele was a little cracked.

A terrifying golden light was brewing in this"Song of the Wine".

The golden light was so thick that it seemed sticky.

Chen Huan was delighted, and this talent would definitely break through the sky!

But then he was suddenly stunned.

A gray mist appeared, slowly covering the blazing light like the sun.

Finally, it was directly suppressed and turned into ink again.

"No talent! His talent was about to burst out, but he suppressed it.

Chen Huan didn't believe it.

He found another stone tablet and picked up the pen again:

"The White Jade Palace in the sky, twelve towers and five cities"

"The immortal stroked my head, and I received eternal life."

As always, the light was surging in the words, but it was soon suppressed by a gray mist.

The ink remained on the stone tablet.

Chen Huan stepped forward and touched the ink on it.

He found that the ink seemed to be integrated with the stone tablet and could not be removed no matter what he did.

"Fuck, it swallowed my poems and my talent."

Chen Huan held the inkstone with an unpleasant expression.

"Brother, look at the poem I wrote!"

Chen Huan turned around and saw that the fat man had also written a poem on the stone tablet opposite.

"Walking through the inner city,"

"Walk to Que River Mouth"

"The soldiers make me sad."

"Big brother, there is no way to stay."

"Take me to my sister-in-law's building"

"Tossing all night"

"My sister-in-law touched my hand"

"Ask me if I have any more?"

《Sister-in-law of Quehe River, author: Qian Duolai.

Chen Huan's eyes widened:

"What the hell are you writing?"

The fat man also turned around and saw Chen Huan's two poems and laughed:

"Brother, your poems have no talent, and neither do mine."

"Our poems are of similar quality.

But after he finished speaking, the stone tablet on which he wrote the poem softened and turned into a mouth.

"With a"vomit~" sound, he spat out all the ink on the ground.

Then the stone tablet stood up again, as white as jade.

"You vomited all over the stone tablet."

Chen Huan said speechlessly.

The fat man was furious.

The elegant poem he had worked so hard to create was gone.

Chen Huan was also extremely annoyed and threw the pen away.

"What a rubbish secret place."

"Yes, it's a garbage poetry building."

The fat man echoed.

"Wait, let me sort it out first."

It seems that no one comes up to the ninth floor of this poetry building.

Chen Huan swept his butt and sat at the entrance of the stairs.

"The official road is cut off, and now the road is also cut off"

"Damn, this is no fun at all?"

"The two paths Li Tingzhi mentioned were both dead ends, and they were directly abandoned by the secret realm."

The fat man blew his nose and wiped it on the wall and asked:

"Big brother, where are we going next? I haven't eaten for a long time."

Chen Huan didn't answer, but touched the book on his chest and said:

"If the secret realm doesn't take me to play, then I will take the secret realm to play"

"This is too elegant."

Chen Huan looked at the happy crowd below through the window of the stairs.

"Let's go, leave the city, and I'll make you a stewed hen with soybeans."

After leaving the poetry building

, everything went smoothly, and the two of them arrived directly at the door.

At this time, by chance, they met an acquaintance, who?

Mr. Zhou.

They saw Mr. Zhou hugging a young man's thigh and crying loudly:

"Uncle, you have to make the decision for me!"

"That fat guy used dog shit to cheat me out of all my belongings."

The young man said with disgust:

"Get up, find the person, and I'll send someone to catch him."

"Today is a day off. I have something important to do, so I have to leave quickly."

Mr. Zhou knew that most of the people in Fanghua Garden were officials, so he wiped away his tears and said:

"Okay, uncle, you go ahead and do your work, I'll go find someone first."

After saying that, he turned to the door, and then the six of them looked at each other.

Mr. Zhou turned his head and looked at the young man and said:

"Uncle, we found the person."

The young man turned around and saw a man with a burnt face and a fat man. He didn't recognize them.

"Aboriginal people?"

Then he said to the soldier at the door:

"These two broke into Fanghua Garden, kill them."

Then he turned and left.

Chen Huan saw this, yes, it's trouble again.

He snapped his fingers and saw the exit immediately.

Dozens of zombies rushed out from the upstairs, trees, grass, and waterways.

Those zombies all held long knives and chopped at the guards when they saw them.

Although they all had chain mail, these zombies cooperated very closely.

Every knife went to the connection between the armor.

The crossbow arrows shot and pierced their bodies, but they could still fight without any scruples.

The shock and fear made the soldiers a little timid.

For a moment, they were deadlocked.

The fat man was startled, and Chen Huan glanced at him and said:

"Go and kill that Mr. Zhou."

Chen Huan rushed directly to the young man, picked up a stone and smashed it on his head.

This young man was one of the true disciples of the Yaofu Sect, and was born as an assistant minister of the Ministry of War.

Suddenly he heard a strong wind coming, and quickly rolled over to avoid it, and immediately said with a furious look:

"You, a lowly person, actually dared to attack an official!"

Chen Huan was delighted.

"You've become a fucking official and you've gone crazy."

After saying that, he raised his hand

""The knife is coming!"

At the entrance outside the garden, Sang Kui threw a silver light and landed accurately in his hand.

The young man's face was full of anger, and a trace of panic flashed across his face.

Chen Huan stepped forward and chopped wildly.

"Please spare my life, sir. I am an official and I have money."

Chen Huan got angry when he heard this.

"Do you think I have no money?"

The sword fell one after another.

The Jindan Zhenchuan disciple outside was lying in a pool of blood.

Chen Huan held his head and chopped it several times like chopping pork.

He chopped off the whole head.

Then he made a standard discus throwing posture, moved forward and turned several times.

He threw it in the direction of their previous music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

"Screw your leisure time."