My Wife, Something is Wrong Chapter 888

  Chapter 888 Wenqi poetry, the way of the moon!

  In the room, it was quiet for a while.

  Bai Yishan gave him a meaningful look, without saying any more, took out a few scrolls from his sleeve robe, handed them to him, and said, "Read these articles first."

  Luo Qingzhou quickly took it and unfolded it carefully.

  Bai Yishan took out a few other scrolls from the other sleeve, and said in a low voice, "There are still some poems you wrote."

  Luo Qingzhou was seriously looking at the article on the scroll, and was taken aback when he heard this.

  Bai Yishan unfolded one of the scrolls, and sighed with a complicated expression: "If I hadn't overheard your song "Will Enter the Wine" by accident in the hall, I'm afraid I'm still stuck in that bottleneck and can't break through..."

  Luo Qingzhou finished reading one of the scrolls in his hand, and suddenly asked: "Is it useful to use the first draft of the writer?"

Bai Yishan nodded and said: "Yes, the first draft is the most important. Even if you read it face to face, the audience can't absorb its flavor, they can only rely on it to comprehend it. After I listened to your song "Toast", Suddenly, I felt quite enlightened, and I made a breakthrough when I returned.”

  Luo Qingzhou thought to himself, no wonder Prince Duan and those people in the temple were all vying for the first draft he wrote in Jinchan Temple.

   paused.

  He asked again: "Senior, how sure are you against Yueyang Tower?"

Bai Yishan was silent for a while, and said: "If Zhou Yuanshan signed the life-and-death contract before, he should still have some confidence. As for Yueyang Tower, I'm afraid it will be difficult. The other party has already broken through to the realm of unity more than ten years ago, and I'm afraid it is at least the same now." It's the middle stage of returning to one, or even the late stage. I've exhausted my literary energy. I've searched the entire Kyushu continent for these years, only to find a few ancient books that contain literary energy for cultivation, and I added the insights from your song "Toasting Wine" , was lucky enough to break through to the realm of unity..."

Speaking of this, he let out a long sigh: "Confucianism and Taoism suddenly collapsed, and I didn't expect it. It's too late to switch to other practices. I can only bite the bullet and continue to walk hard. Compared with the cultivation of warriors , the cultivation of the soul is naturally more difficult, and there is no future at all."

   "As for our exercises, although they are miraculous, many of them have failed due to the lack of cultural energy in the world. The other party is the peak master of the Misty Immortal Sect. No matter whether it is the exercises or the magic weapons on his body, I can't compare."

"so…"

  Luo Qingzhou nodded and said, "It's really difficult."

Bai Yishan suddenly smiled again, his eyes gleaming, and his momentum changed instantly: "But even so, I will naturally not admit defeat. This time I came here with the will to die for the country, as long as I can serve the people Yan fights for some opportunities, even if I, Bai Yishan, die on the stage, why should I be afraid!"

Nangong Huoyue on the side frowned and said: "Dean, there is no need to be like this. We have already won five games. If this game is in danger, the dean will simply admit defeat. Only with the dean around can we, Dayan, have the backbone , so that no one will bully you.”

  Bai Yishan was silent for a while, and said: "We still need to win the last game. This last game..."

   "Dean."

   Nangong Huoyue interrupted him, glanced at someone at the door, and said, "There's her."

   Immediately, he said quietly: "Our competition this time is not only for the benefit of Dayan, but also for her. Naturally, she has to contribute a little bit. Although someone has already helped her a lot."

   Speaking of someone, she glanced at someone else who was looking at the scroll.

  Bai Yishan looked at the cold girl at the door.

There was a flash of light in Nangong Huoyue's eyes, and said: "President, don't think she is a fool. Since she dares to fight, she will naturally not be afraid of the restraints imposed on her by Misty Immortal Sect. If she goes out to fight, Misty Immortal Sect will naturally send out A disciple instead of the most powerful big shot like Yueyang Tower. In that case, we might still have a chance."

  Bai Yishan paused, looked at the girl at the door, and asked softly: "Miss Yueyao, it's convenient to tell me, what is your cultivation level now?"

  Luo Qingzhou also raised his head and looked towards the door.

  Yue Yao was silent for a moment, then shook her head slightly.

  Nangong Huoyue frowned suddenly, and said coldly: "It's already this time, do you still want to hide it?"

  Yue Yao seemed uneasy on her cold cheeks, paused, and said, "I don't know either."

  Nangong Huoyue was taken aback for a moment, and said, "You don't know what your cultivation level is now?"

  Yue Yao was silent again.

  Bai Yishan's face showed a trace of doubt, and said: "May Yueyao girl release some breath, or come out with a kung fu, let Bai have a look?"

  Yue shook for a moment, stretched out a slender finger, and pointed behind him.

   Then, put it away.

  Bai Yishan was stunned for a moment, and said, "It's over?"

  Yue Yao nodded slightly.

  Bai Yishan had a suspicious expression on his face.

  He didn't feel any fluctuations in the exercises just now, and he didn't even feel any breath.

   Any warrior or soul cultivator will have vitality or soul power fluctuations when they release their skills.

   And when Confucian and Taoist practitioners do it, there are fluctuations in literary energy.

  At the same time, their respective auras will also be released.

   But the girl just...

   Wouldn't be a lie, would it? In fact, she didn't release any energy breath at all?

  Bai Yishan had a look of suspicion on his face. Just as he was about to ask again, Nangong Huoyue next to him suddenly pointed at his back and said, "Dean..."

  Bai Yishan was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head to look, and suddenly froze.

  Standing behind him, the young man who was seriously looking at the articles on the scroll suddenly turned into an ice sculpture at this moment, standing there motionless, only his eyes were still blinking.

  Bai Yishan: "..."

   "Crack!"

  A flame rose from within, instantly melting the ice on his body.

  Luo Qingzhou held the scroll, looked at the door and asked, "Miss Yueyao, can I be easy to bully?"

  The cold girl at the door nodded slightly.

  Luo Qingzhou has nothing to say.

  Bai Yishan's heart became even more suspicious, and he looked at the girl at the door again, and asked, "What did Miss Yueyao use to activate the skill she just released? It shouldn't be soul power, right?"

  Using soul power to activate exercises, there will naturally be fluctuations in soul power.

  But it didn't just now.

  Yue Yao was silent for a while, shook his head, and said, "I don't know either."

  Bai Yishan was taken aback when he heard the words. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether she really didn't know, or whether she didn't want to say it.

  At this time, Luo Qingzhou suddenly put away the scroll and said: "Senior, the time for the competition should be coming soon. This junior wants to write a few poems brazenly, please give me some advice, senior."

  As soon as these words came out, Bai Yishan was startled for a moment, then his eyes lit up, and he said, "Please."

  Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to delay, and returned the scroll to him, then took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, walked to the side table, and spread out the rice paper.

  Nangong Huoyue walked over immediately, picked up the ink stick and said, "I'm here to help you grind the ink."

  Luo Qingzhou looked up at her, and said, "If Your Majesty has studied ink with his hands, these poems must have a different style."

  Nangong Huoyue curled her lips while studying ink, "Sycophant."

  Luo Qingzhou picked up the wolf brush, pondered for a while, dipped it in ink, and started writing.

  A poem is completed in one go.

  He picked up the rice paper, handed it in front of Bai Yishan, and said: "Please read it, sir, this junior will continue to write the second poem."

  Bai Yishan took the rice paper, looked at it seriously, and his eyes lit up immediately.

   But after reading the whole poem, his eyes were shining brightly, and then he closed his eyes slowly, and the poems on the rice paper appeared word by word in his mind.

   "Senior, this is the second song."

  At this moment, Luo Qingzhou handed him the second rice paper.

  Bai Yishan came back to his senses, quickly and carefully took it in his hand, then held his breath, looking impatiently.

   "Raise your head in the clouds floating in the northwest, relying on the sky for thousands of miles to have a long sword..."

   Just the opening sentence made his heart flutter, and his blood rushed up instantly!

  When he was emotionally agitated, when he read the first words, he suddenly felt that his heart was full of pride for a moment, and full of melancholy for a moment.

  At this time, Luo Qingzhou finished writing the third song and handed it to him.

  Bai Yishan suddenly seemed to be out of his wits, startled, Fang stretched out his hand to take it, and looked down.

   Seeing this, he immediately fixed his eyes again and woke up.

  At this moment, Jia Xun's voice suddenly came from outside: "It's time, both sides are ready to play!"

  Bai Yishan quickly read the wet ink on the rice paper, which was deeply imprinted in his mind.

  At this time, Luo Qingzhou suddenly finished writing the last song in one go.

  Then, he put down his pen and ink, picked up the rice paper on the table with both hands, handed it to him respectfully, and said, "Senior, this last song is specially written for you by this junior."

  As soon as Bai Yishan heard it, he took it solemnly and stared at it.

  Just reading the first two sentences, he suddenly felt a shock.

  After reading the last two sentences, the literary spirit in his body seemed to be unable to restrain it suddenly, and with a "boom", it began to surge like a wave.

   "Good! Good! Good!"

  He actually said three good times in a row, trembling with excitement, and then his momentum changed one by one again, immediately put away the poems in his hand, and strode out the door.

   When he came to the door.

  Yue Yao, who was standing at the door, suddenly handed him three more scrolls, saying: "These three scrolls should be useful to you."

  Bai Yishan was slightly startled when he heard the words, looked at her suspiciously, paused, reached out to take it, and immediately opened it to read.

  Nangong Huoyue's expression moved slightly, and she couldn't help asking: "Miss Yueyao can also write articles?"

  Yue Yao looked at her, his face still unmoved, and his tone was cold and authentic: "I can't, but someone will help me."

   Nangong Huoyue was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly turned her head and looked at someone beside her.

  Luo Qingzhou quickly lowered his head, pretending to be carefully packing the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table.

  At this time, the Confucian robe on Bai Yishan's body suddenly made a "wow", and the whole person's temperament seemed to have undergone a sudden and earth-shaking change!

  The three of them looked quickly.

  I saw him holding one of the scrolls, his excited hands were trembling, and he murmured in a trembling voice: "There is righteousness in heaven and earth... There is righteousness in heaven and earth..."

  (end of this chapter)

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