There's No Witch I Can't Wash

Nangong Yingyue stared at the man without blinking her eyes. She had experienced similar things countless times.

I don't know how many talented scholars are full of self-confidence, and they want to use a poem to capture their hearts and kiss them.

She has seen quite a few famous poems, but just like that, there is not a single poem that can really touch her heart.

She wasn't one of those prostitutes who pretended to be noble, who could simply hook up with someone who was given a random poem or inscription.

She is Sizong's disciple. She is not only strong in martial arts, but also proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

She also likes poems and songs very much, but she just appreciates them purely, unlike some nympho girls who meet a talented wit and want to give her body to each other.

But even so, she was still curious about what level of poetry Lin Ye could compose.

Seeing how distressed he hesitated for so long, it's possible that he really can't write poems, right?

He has neither martial arts nor talent, and looks very ordinary...

I really don't know what the suzerain-sama with eyes above the sky has taken a fancy to him, even going against the idea of ​​the ruthless way.

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Not to mention Sizong, in the entire holy religion, the strangeness and power of the ruthless way make people deeply afraid and fearful.

Especially Nangong Yingyue, who is a faction of the Dao of Love, is completely unable to understand the cultivation philosophy of the Dao of Ruthlessness.

Cutting off emotions and desires, cutting off emotions and desires, is this still a human being, and is it still following the teachings of the holy religion?

Nangong Yingyue was born in a happy family since she was a child.

Although her father's martial arts is very low, he is far from being his mother's opponent, but her parents are still very loving, respectful and respectful to each other.

Her mother taught her since she was a child that there is true love in the world, and there is great love in the world. There is no threshold for love. As long as they love each other, no matter how big the difference in status is, two people can be together.

What she likes the most are the love stories between witches and heroes. Since she was a child, Nangong Yingyue has been imagining what kind of person her true son will be, and what her first time will be like. Romantic and nice.

However, all the beauty of this is because this man was completely destroyed, and the only memory left by him for the first time is the man and woman with distorted faces pressing on him.

He was laughing, she was laughing, they were both laughing, they were laughing wildly.

Uh...

Recalling the tragic past like a nightmare, Nangong Yingyue couldn't help biting her lower lip tightly, and once again showed a look of sheer tears on her face.

Later, that man broke with the suzerain for some unknown reason and left the sect. This departure lasted for three years.

And her endless nightmare finally ended, and she returned to her normal life.

As the daughter of an elder of Sizong's Youqingdao lineage, and the future leader of Youqingdao, in her capacity, there is naturally no need to come to Xiangsiyuan to be an oiran.

But in order to forget that sad memory, she took the initiative to choose to come here.

In three years, she thought she was about to forget all of this, but why did she meet this man again today.

Is this... is it his own destiny?

The destiny that I and this man cannot break free from or cut off.

I don't know what the girl sitting next to him is thinking about in a complicated mood. Lin Ye is very confused now. To be honest, he has been in this world for so long, and he has never used poetry to pretend.

Although it is common practice to travel through ancient times and copy a few poems to pretend to be bragging, but these are not their own things after all, and it is a bit too shameless to just use them like this.

Moreover, after what happened in the cemetery last time, he also realized it.

Although people in this world have never heard of the magnificent poems produced by the brilliant [-]-year civilization, poetry is not something that you can copy casually and it will belong to you.

The emotions in the poems include understanding, the poet's sustenance and thoughts, and the strong emotion he wants to express.

Poems that are simply written down have no soul at all, they are just my own pure and temporary feelings.

Lin Ye made a joke out of the song Jiang Chengzi, which was written by the layman Dongpo in commemoration of his deceased wife.

So how to make poems with the right atmosphere in the right place and place has become a very particular thing.

So... in such an occasion, what kind of poetry is suitable?

Lin Ye is not a fan of ancient poetry and prose. He doesn't have much experience with ancient poetry.

The Sapphire Case by Layman Jiaxuan?

The artistic conception is beautiful, but it is a pity that it is broad daylight, and there are no fireworks, lanterns, and fish and dragon dances.

The head of the song "Shui Tune" by Lay Dongpo?

This is undoubtedly an ancient quatrain, but it was written about the Mid-Autumn Festival, which is even more incompatible with the current situation.

Lin Ye was thinking so hard, while most of the talented scholars below had finished writing, and one by one began to praise each other for business.

"Mr. Zhao's poem about bamboo is really well written!"

Bamboo, is there any bamboo growing near here?

Lin Ye looked a little confused. He looked outside through the window beside him, but found nothing related to bamboo.

"Young Master Li wrote this poem about peach blossoms really well!"

It's almost autumn, where did the peach blossoms come from...

"Mr. Zhang's poem about lotus is also well written!"