Empress: Living In The Mountains, My Daughter Praised Me As A God

Gu Yanwu turned around resolutely, waved away the university students from Bingling Kingdom, and looked directly at Zhu Zhishan who had a playful look on his face.

The two literary giants immediately began to compete for poetry!

Gu Yanwu deserves to be a great scholar, and Zhu Zhishan, who had been overwhelming before, could no longer gain much advantage against him.

The two of them blurted out poems one after another that would last forever, and they fought back and forth.

But seeing this scene, the empress and Li Chunfeng were not very optimistic.

An hour passed in a blink of an eye, and they found that there was already a trace of sweat on Gu Yanwu's forehead.

"This...what should we do? Could it be that...there is really no one in our Bingling Kingdom who can compete with us in terms of poetry?"

"If we lose...it's the land of the four states! I'm afraid I will become a sinner and embarrass my ancestors, alas!"

After hearing this, Chu Ling'er beside her suddenly raised her head after thinking for a few seconds and whispered.

"Mom... how about... let Ling'er try it?"

"Ling'er, you? This is a poem fight! Isn't this a war of words with Sister Guan?"

Liu Qingxue shook her head slightly. Although Chu Ling'er's cultivation talent was incredible and her calligraphy was astonishing, she was not optimistic about the other party.

Dou Shi is different from these. It is not a system at all. If the culture is not extremely profound, how can it be possible to write poetry in a short time?

Moreover, Chu Ling'er had never recited poetry before, so she probably didn't have any ink in her stomach!

"Ling'er, this is a national matter. If you fail in the poetry contest, you will lose a lot of land and population. This is not a child's play!"

Liu Qingxue had a sad look on her face. Even though she loved Ling'er girl very much, she didn't dare to joke about state affairs.

Otherwise, once Ling'er fails, her Bing Ling Kingdom will definitely suffer heavy losses.

When the time comes... I'm afraid it will be even worse.

Seeing that her godmother didn't trust her, Chu Ling'er flattened her lips, holding her hand and shaking her coquettishly.

"Mom, Ling'er actually knows some poetry and songs. Did dad let me go through nine years of compulsory education?"

"I've been studying at my dad's place for four and a half years, and I'll graduate in the next four and a half years. Ling'er can do it!"

"And Ling'er thinks... daddy's poems and songs are much better than this pig's fan!"

Hearing this, Liu Qingxue smiled bitterly and didn't take it too seriously.

Ancient books record that King Shura only had martial arts that surpassed the heavens, and did not record anything about his literary talent.

Moreover, it is very difficult for Fang to reach the peak of state governance, calligraphy, and military art. How can he still write poetry?

You know... Poems and songs are not useful if you study hard, they require extreme talent. She doesn't think that King Shura's literary talent can be incredible, let alone... Chu Ling'er, who has only studied for a few years. .

"Ling'er, my mother really can't let you get involved in this matter, it's very important!"

"Mother, mother, do you believe me! Dad said Ling'er is a genius, I really know how to do it! Ling'er is very honest and never lies!"

Chu Ling'er refused to do it and kept acting coquettishly.

Liu Qingxue shook her head helplessly: "Then Ling'er, just use the word genius and compose a poem casually?"

"Okay! Listen carefully, mother. If Ling'er writes poems well, then if my apprentice Gu Yanwu fails, then Ling'er will come on stage!"

Chu Ling'er was overjoyed and laughed innocently.

Isn't it just poetry? Her father can do it at his fingertips. He has taught her so much that she has remembered some of it.

Chu Ling'er thought for two seconds, then imitated Gu Yanwu and blurted out.

"Genius...hey, I have it!"

"I am born to be useful. A mouse son can dig holes!"

"Mom, how are you? You have talent and talent!"

puff...

Liu Qingxue almost spat out a mouthful of blood. As for Li Chunfeng next to her, she couldn't help laughing and twitching.

If it weren't for the wrong timing, he might have looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Hey... Ling'er, you'd better sit still and don't cause trouble!"

...

When the Bingling Kingdom was fighting fiercely with the two countries.

Chu Mo on the other side is also doing it in full swing!

"Er Gouzi, hurry up! Make the fire even louder!"

"That's right! The bellows must be pumped and inserted quickly like this to allow strong wind to come in!"

"If you behave well, I will reward you with a piece of pork ribs tonight! I am so arrogant! Hahaha!"

After mastering the skill of blacksmithing, Chu Mo would dig some iron ore in the mountains and make farm tools after eating every day.

He replaced all the hoes, rakes, and hammers at home.

He found that the things he built were not only easy to use, but also of such high quality that they could break stones with just one hammer.

This system... is not useless, at least I can go out and work as a blacksmith to support my family in the future.

Looking at Chu Mo's bossy look, Ergouzi Baifeng couldn't help but roll his wise blue eyes, and howled in protest.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"

Chu Mo curled his lips and gave it a disgusted look: "Okay, don't bark. I'll make you a collar and a dog leash later, so your work won't be in vain!"

Bai Feng:(•᷄ὤ•᷅)?Listen to me, thank you, because of you, the four seasons are warm...

"Mad! I'm a wolf! Can you make me a collar and leash?"

"Forget it, since you strongly gave it to me, I will accept it reluctantly. After all...it is equipment above the universe level!"

Bai Feng kept muttering in his heart.

It has fallen in love with the job of blacksmithing and pulling bellows, because every time a spark falls on it, it can absorb a little bit of rules.

Although the amount is small, it is more than a hundred times faster than my own cultivation!

The most important thing... keep burning it with Mars, which can make it become a bronze head and an iron body!

After only a few days of baptism, its physical body has doubled in strength, and even the power of its racial special attack, savage collision, has increased a lot.

Now that it is in the early stage of the Desolate Stage, it can still fight even if it faces the late stage of the Desolate Stage!

It feels that if it persists for hundreds of years, it may be able to embark on the path of physical sanctification.

"Fuck! You stupid dog, don't keep touching Mars, your dog's head is about to reach under my hammer!"

"I didn't believe when people said you were stupid before, but you are so stubborn that you either bang your head against the stove or catch sparks with your mouth!"

Bai Feng rubbed the sparks with enjoyment, but was kicked away by Chu Mo with disgust.

Bai Feng shook his head, roaring in his heart.

This prince is so smart! How can I let you see my intention clearly?

Seeing that Erha was getting closer to him in a mean-spirited manner, Chu Mo simply stopped forging as soon as the hammer was thrown away.

"I'll let you hit me hard!"

After that, he walked aside and did a set of radio gymnastics to soothe his sore muscles.

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Looking at Chu Mo's actions, Bai Feng was shocked!

A huge fist force formed a vortex!

"Oh my God! What kind of god-level boxing technique is this? It looks much more powerful than my clan's Wolf Fang Fengfeng Fist!"

"Hiss! I knew that by hiding next to him and being a bitch, I would definitely learn a lot of cool things!"

"Quick, be sure to remember it in your mind, even if it's just its shape. Once I master these, I will be the boss after I return to the clan! As for my Monster Sovereign dad... hurry up and retire!"

Bai Feng was very excited. Just when he wanted to remember this action in his heart, the extremely fast Chu Mo actually finished it.

Bai Feng's hair stood up in anger.

Can't it be... longer?

Chu Mo didn't know what Bai Feng was thinking. He stretched his waist, walked into the house, peed again and washed his hands, then lay on the bed and prepared for a nap.

Looking at the empty wine gourd, Chu Mo sighed.

"Sigh... I don't know when Old Zhaotou will come to play again. I'm almost out of wine..."

"Forget it, Lao Zhao should be busy with the Master of Cooking competition, right? Since he doesn't have time to see me, I, a Seventh Grade master, will favor you, Tongzi!"

Chu Mo rubbed his hands excitedly, sinking his mind into the system.

In the state of being disgusted by the system, I clicked Sign In.

[Congratulations to the host for being so lucky. You have obtained the complete Tang poetry and Song dynasty couplets, along with all exam papers from primary school to senior high school. It has been distributed now, please pay attention to check it! ]

puff...

After hearing the rewards, Chu Mo was so angry that he vomited blood when he looked at the thick stack of papers and books in the system package!

"Mad! What the hell! I thought I wouldn't have to take the test paper after transmigrating, but I didn't expect... ugh!"

"It's so unpredictable that the big intestine wraps up the small intestine!"

Chu Mo took the paper and had a hard time with Tang Poems and Song Ci. It was impossible to do it and he would never do it again in his life.

He no longer wants to be a small-town answerer, but papers and books...can't be wasted!

Not as good as...

An idea flashed in Chu Mo's mind, and he suddenly thought of a solution.

He raised his brows, the smile on his lips gradually became abnormal, and he laughed strangely.