Demoness, Where Are You Fleeing To?

While Wang Jing was thinking hard, Li Xuan calmly walked to the second desk. The test here was couplets. There were many rice papers listed on the desk, with various long and short questions written on them.

"My rules here are the same as Brother Wang's. For mortals, if you ask three questions, the winning number will be three thousand silver coins. However, for practitioners, the last question will change, and the winning number will be replaced by the divine blood Qingluan next to it."

Long Rui looked at Li Xuan with great interest: "If you are interested, Commander-in-Chief, you can choose two of my questions first."

"I'll go first!" Song Zian still grabbed a piece of rice paper in front of Li Xuan.

Long Rui's expression was displeased, thinking that you didn't even pass the first level! But when he saw the red light looming in this person's eyes, he let it go with helpless eyes.

This guy drank evil spirit wine and is going crazy.

"The sun under the water is the sun in the sky?"

Song Zian frowned and stood there in a daze. He thought he should be able to figure it out, but at this moment, his mind was knotted for some reason. For a moment, I couldn't think clearly.

At this time, Li Xuan took out another first couplet.

"The blue stream is full of tides from morning to night? The green mountains are as picturesque as they were in ancient times and today!"

"The cool breeze and the bright moon are priceless? There is love in the water and in the mountains far away!"

After Li Xuan answered these two couplets, he put his hands behind his hands and looked at Long Rui: "Where's the third question?"

At this time, Song Zian was able to get the first question he chose right - the sun under the water is the sun in the sky, and the person in his eyes is the person in front of him.

This man looked at Li Xuan sideways, with both confusion and shock in his eyes. He thought to himself, how could this man be so fast?

Le Qianqian in the audience was also surprised. She never knew that her captain had such a literary talent.

Taoist Xuanchen was also stunned for a while. He had carefully investigated Li Xuan's past before. This guy is obviously ignorant and ignorant.

Only Xue Yunrou didn't show any surprise. It was a simple matter. If Li Xuan was really uneducated, how could he write a poem like "Clouds think of clothes, flowers think of face", and how could he become a protector of Neo-Confucianism?

"The third question for you practitioners is not about couplets."

Long Rui's eyes flashed with luster, and then he displayed a scroll in front of Li Xuan: "Master Captain, I don't know who made this scroll. It has a mysterious, romantic, and sincere text. , no traces can be left on it. Today, I will ask the Commander-in-Chief to write a poem on this scroll with the title of the female companion beside him."

"It's romantic and sincere?" Song Zian thought for a moment: "Is this scroll made of Xuehou paper?"

Long Rui glanced at him and then laughed: "Brother Song is very knowledgeable. This is indeed Xuehou paper, and it has been processed using Taoist secret methods. Therefore, ordinary poems and words cannot leave traces on this paper. .”

After hearing what they said, Li Xuan also retrieved the memory of Xue Houzhi from the memory of the original owner.

This is a kind of magical paper. It is said that Xue Liang, Marquis of Wenyuan of Zhao Dynasty, 900 years ago, harvested the skin of giant mulberry 4200 years ago and made the paper, so it is called Xuehou paper.

Legend has it that the giant mulberry achieved great success in cultivation. Before his death, he transformed into a human form and was named ‘Sangjun’. Therefore, this Xuehou paper can not only make top-grade talismans, but also carry top-grade articles.

Song Zian frowned, then stretched out his hand: "Here comes the pen!"

Long Rui's lips twitched slightly, thinking that you only answered one of the two couplets. But he thought about it and sent the pen and ink to Song Zian.

The latter immediately soaked his pen with ink and wrote quickly at his desk.

Judging from the strokes, he probably wanted to write the character "林", but when Song Zian wrote the radical "木", the black ink could not penetrate into the paper at all.

Song Zian frowned and changed the word "Jiang". But the result was still the same. The black ink slid sideways, leaving no trace on the scroll.

Song Zian changed several words in succession, but could not leave any mark on the paper. This made him furious and his face turned red.

"I said, unless it is a high-quality poem with sincere feelings and meaning, no traces can be left on it."

Long Rui was afraid that he would become angry, so he tore up the scroll and quickly snatched it back. Then he looked at Li Xuan with a smile: "Li Duwei, are you willing to give it a try?"

Li Xuan hesitated for a while: "Is it okay? Do I have to write it down?"

He was worried that his handwriting was so ugly that he would not be able to see anyone.

"It must be written." Long Rui shook his head: "This scroll is the difficulty of this level for me. Not only must the poetry be of the highest quality, but it must also contain true feelings."

If Li Xuan's poems were not written on this scroll, how could his fellow Taoist Xuanchen know that Li Xuan was truly affectionate for his junior sister?

Li Xuan turned around and looked at Xue Yunrou, still a little hesitant.

The poems have already been thought out, it’s nothing more than being a copycat. But once this word is written, it becomes a bit harsh to flirt with girls.

Long Rui then pointed to the birdcage next to him: "This level is indeed difficult, so our prize is also heavy. This sacred blood Qingluan is rare and hard to find, and the purity of the blood of the sacred beast in its body is as high as 70%. If it is released Sold on the black market in Ship City, it is estimated to be no less than 300,000 taels of silver."

Song Zian next to him sneered: "I advise you not to try too hard. How can you, a dandy who has never read a book, write any decent poems?"

Li Xuan had already picked up the pen and wrote the word "东" on the scroll.

What made Li Xuan breathe a sigh of relief was that his ugly calligraphy did not affect his writing.

"Your words are like a dog's words."

Song Zian mocked at first, and then his face stiffened for a while.

This guy, he wrote the word "东" on this scroll? How can this be? Didn't it mean that only high-quality writing can leave traces on this scroll?

At this time, Long Rui also let out a cry of surprise, and he focused on the pen in Li Xuan's hand. Looking at the lines of words written by the pen, one by one appears on the paper.

——The east wind blows thousands of trees into bloom at night. More blowing down, the stars are like rain. BMW's carved cars fill the road with fragrance. The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot turned light, and fish and dragons danced all night.

The moths are like golden strands of snow and willows, and the laughter is full of hidden fragrance. The crowd searched for her thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, she was there, in a dimly lit place.

This is Xin Qiji's "The Green Jade Case: Yuan Xi", which describes the night of the Lantern Festival on the 15th day of the first lunar month. The lanterns at night are like the spring breeze blowing open thousands of silver flowers, and falling like raindrops from the sky. The floats pulled by BMW were full of strange fragrance, and they were all wealthy people who came to watch the lanterns. The melodious sound of the flute echoes everywhere, the bright moon gradually sets in the west, fish and dragon lanterns dance happily, and I feel sleepy all night long.

The women were dressed like jade and flowers, with moths and snow willows stuck all over their heads. They walked by with laughter and fragrance flowing along the way. I looked for her anxiously and searched the crowd a thousand times but couldn't find her. Suddenly I turned around and found her in a sparsely lit area.

The first half of this poem is used in the brightly lit Chenghuang Night Market, which is quite appropriate for the occasion. But the second half of the poem actually doesn't fit the situation between him and Xue Yunrou.

But Li Xuan thought about not long ago, when he saw Xue Yunrou riding towards him outside the temple fair, and only this poem by Xin Qiji could fully express his feelings.

"The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night. It blows down, and the stars are like rain——"

While Long Rui was murmuring in a low voice and pondering carefully, there was already a bookboy beside him, reading the poem aloud.

For a moment, the entire stage and offstage were so silent that you could hear a pin drop. Almost everyone was listening carefully.

Xue Yunrou was just amazed by the beautiful words of this poem at first, but when she heard "The crowd searched for her a thousand times, and suddenly looked back, that person was there, in the dim light", she felt her heart pound. He was hit hard by something. It seemed like someone had grabbed her hard, and she missed several beats.

Xue Yunrou, with a charming face, flew over without hesitation, went directly to the high platform, and took the scroll in her hand. She couldn't put it down and looked at it carefully, feeling an indescribable sweetness lingering in her heart.

Only this word is a bit ugly - well, it's cute!

But Xue Yunrou was still secretly angry, thinking that it was Peng Fulai and Zhang Yue, those two bastards, who had led Xuan Lang into trouble!

Otherwise, with Xuanlang's talent and talents, whenever he spends time practicing calligraphy, his handwriting will not be staggered, like an earthworm in spring and a snake in autumn.

At this time, Jiang Hanyun, who was hiding in the corner among the crowd, was mumbling with a complicated expression.

"The public has searched for her for thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, that person is there, in a dimly lit place?"

"Good words! I have lived for three hundred years, and I have only heard three or five poems that I can compare with."

The Tingtian Mastiff hanging in mid-air looked at Jiang Hanyun with deep meaning: "Among them is the song 'Clouds Think of Clothes, Flowers Think of Face'. Was that made for you by Li Xuan?"

Jiang Hanyun glanced at it coldly, and the chill in his eyes made Tingtian Mastiff shiver immediately.

In the audience, Le Qianqian's face showed surprise at first, and her eyes sparkled as she looked at Li Xuan on the stage. Then she looked downcast and felt sad and self-pitying. This poem was excellent. The captain's talent really amazes the world, but it was not written for her.

"How much does this scroll cost?" Xue Yunrou looked at it for a while, then carefully put the scroll away, and then put it directly into her sleeve: "Make a price, I will buy it."

"I'll give this to the girl." Long Rui was still very wise. He then pointed to the birdcage and said, "You two can also take this sacred blood Qingluan away."

At this time, he discovered that the divine blood Qingluan, who had been looking sluggish, raised his head and looked at Li Xuan with burning eyes.

Long Rui suddenly remembered Xuan Chenzi's words before, UU Reading www.uukanshu. netｔThis bird is not only very proud in temperament, but also a kind of lover.

——Does this mean you are seeing the right person?

"Don't rush to get the lottery prize yet."

Although Li Xuan looked at Long Rui with a smile at this moment, there was a slight coldness in his eyes: "Looking at the many couplets here, it can be seen that Brother Long is very good at this? I wonder if Brother Long dares to answer my question? As long as today If Brother Wanlong can fight against him, then I can return this divine blood Qingluan as it is."

Long Rui suddenly knew that this revenge was coming, and the person in front of him was not easy to deal with.

Wang Jing next to her is a lesson learned from the past, and she is still immersed in the chessboard and thinking hard.

But he didn't care, and replied with a confident expression: "Master Captain, just come up with the questions!"

Li Xuan put his hands behind his back and raised his lips slightly: "I came up with a couplet a few years ago when I went to Hangzhou to accompany my brother to welcome his bride, but I have never been able to match it. When I traveled to the West Lake, I carried a tin pot, and the tin pot fell into the West Lake. What a pity for the tin pot. What do you think, Brother Long?"

Long Rui's expression suddenly turned solemn. The pride in his eyes was gradually disintegrating.

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