God of Taoism

  Chapter 471 Tit for Tat

Bai Cangdong listened to the poems written by the Chu family, watched them disappear in front of the holy way tablet one by one, and was transported into the holy tomb. Only then did he know that the holy way tablet at the entrance actually did not have too high a requirement for poetry. It is a more interesting doggerel, and it will be recognized by the Holy Word Monument. The requirements for entering the Holy Tomb are far lower than Bai Cangdong imagined.

   Seeing that the Chu family had already entered the holy tomb, only Chu Jiudu, Ximen Wuji, Bai Cangdong, and Chu Yufei and others were left.

"Cangdong, I haven't heard your poems for a long time. Today is a rare opportunity. Come here first, so that I won't hear your poems after I go in. But you are not allowed to fool me. You need to write a good poem." Chu Jiu smiled and said to Bai Cangdong.

   "Is it necessary?" Bai Cangdong smiled wryly and shook his head, he was really not in the mood to write poetry now.

   "Of course it is necessary, you should treat it as my birthday present." Chu Jiudu said seriously.

   "Ah, today is your birthday?" Bai Cangdong was taken aback.

"A man's birthday is a difficult day for his mother. I have always been with my mother in the past years, and I have never been with anyone else. But I really like your poems. I have the audacity to ask you for a poem. You can't refute mine." Face." Chu Jiudu said.

   "Why do you need to ask others for poetry, Brother Jiudu, I will give you a poem as a birthday present." Before Bai Cangdong could answer, Ximen Wuji said.

   "Wuji, if you have a sense of elegance, it would be great." Chu Jiudu smiled.

  Ximen Wuji looked at the sword pattern on the stele of the Holy Way, and after a moment of thought, he said, "I've already thought of it."

   "Then let's talk quickly." Chu Jiudu said.

  Ximen Wuji glanced at Bai Cangdong again, and then he opened his mouth and said: "The sword and the hand of a beloved man are like bones turning into a blade of hatred. When angry, blood flows into a river, and the enemy will be buried for thousands of years."

   "Good poetry, great courage, and good blood." Chu Jiu praised.

  Chu Yufei and the others also felt that Ximen Wuji's poem was excellent, but it was really surprising that he could compose such a vigorous and **** poem in such a short period of time.

  Ximen Wuji said flatly: "As long as Brother Jiudu likes it."

   "Of course I like it very much." After Chu Jiu finished speaking, he looked at Bai Cangdong and said, "Cangdong, you won't refute my face, will you?"

  Ximen Wuji couldn't help but frowned slightly, apparently disapproving of Chu Jiudu's insistence on Bai Cangdong's poem.

  Bai Cangdong thought for a while: "Since Brother Chu likes it, I'll read a song for you, Brother Chu."

   "Good." Chu Jiu was overjoyed.

  Xixi Wuji didn't speak at the side, and didn't look at Bai Cangdong, as if he was very disdainful of Bai Cangdong.

  Chu Yufei and the Chu family all looked at Bai Cangdong, wanting to hear the poem that Chu Jiu wanted so much, what kind of standard it would be.

  Bai Cangdong pondered for a moment, then opened his mouth and said:

  The ancient sword is cold and dark, and it has been forged for thousands of years.

   White light embraces the sun and the moon, and purple air fights the bull.

  If you have an object, you can't ask for it if you love it.

  Zhanran jade box, the autumn water is clear and does not flow.

  The most precious treasure has its own nature, and it has no companions.

   It can be folded inch by inch, but not soft around the fingers.

   May the hearts of scholars be straightened quickly, and the heads of ministers will be broken.

  Don't want to report small grievances, stabbing private enemies in the middle of the night.

  I advise you to use it carefully, and you will not be ashamed to be a magic soldier.

   "Good! Good! Good!" Chu Jiu didn't make any comments, but just called out three times.

  Anyone can see that Chu Jiu likes this poem very much. It is completely different from the praise of Ximen Wuji just now, it is an instinctive love.

  Ximen Wuji's complexion suddenly turned a little ugly, not only because Chu Jiu liked Bai Cangdong's poems more, but also Bai Cangdong's poem seemed to be still satirizing the one he wrote just now.

  His poems are to make people feel happy about grievances and grievances, kill when they should kill, and repay kindness with kindness and revenge with revenge.

  But this poem by Bai Cangdong is to persuade people not to use the sword lightly, not to use the sword of the magic soldier to avenge personal grievances, which will shame the magic soldier, isn't it just a satire of his poem.

In fact, Ximen Wuji thought too much. Bai Cangdong saw the sword depicted on the stele of the holy way, so he thought of Bai Juyi's famous "Li Duwei's Ancient Sword", which was not aimed at Ximen Wuji, but just a coincidence That's all.

  It's a pity that Bai Cangdong didn't mean what he said, but Ximen Wuji listened to him, and he looked at Bai Cangdong with some unkind eyes.

   "Brother Jiudu, I wonder which rich family this friend surnamed Bai comes from?" Ximen Wuji looked at Bai Cangdong, but asked Chu Jiudu.

  Chu Jiudu frowned slightly. He had introduced the two of them before, and Ximen Wuji already knew that Bai Cangdong was a disciple of Nanli. Speaking like this now, I'm afraid it was not as simple as simply asking Bai Cangdong about his background.

  Seeing that Chu Jiu was in a dilemma, Bai Cangdong said directly: "I am a student of Qingzhou Nanli Academy."

   "Oh, I heard that Nanli Academy has recently been destroyed by the Eastern Land Demon Kingdom. I wonder if this is true?" Ximen Wuji raised his mouth slightly, looking at Bai Cangdong with a half-smile and said.

   "Wuji..." Chu Jiudu was suddenly displeased, and wanted to stop Ximen Wuji from continuing.

   "It's okay, my Nanli Academy has indeed fallen into the hands of the devil." Bai Cangdong said flatly.

   "Then I have another question. I don't know if the Demon Slayer's seizure of the homeland is considered a shame for the Divine Soldier. I wonder if you used your sword at that time?" Ximen Wuji looked at Bai Cangdong and said with a smile.

   "Wuji, I think you should go to the Holy Tomb." Chu Jiudu said in a deep voice.

Chu Yufei and the Chu family all felt that Ximen Wuji's words were too much, but thinking about it, Bai Cangdong was able to survive because he escaped from Nanli Academy. The poem I made was a little embarrassing and unconvincing.

  It was originally a poem of great wisdom and courage, so it makes people feel a little cowardly.

  When the devil invaded your homeland, you still didn't draw your sword to kill the enemy, when will you wait to draw your sword?

  But at this time, no matter whether Bai Cangdong answered whether he drew his sword or not, he could no longer justify himself. Even if he said that he drew his sword and killed so many demons, who could prove it to him?

  In the final analysis, since Bai Cangdong survived, he is a deserter. It doesn't matter whether he drew his sword or not. In the eyes of others, he is just a deserter.

  Bai Cangdong looked at Ximen Wuji, his face turned cold, staring at Ximen Wuji and said indifferently: "Mr. Ximen, I can't come back to your question and answer, but I also have a question to ask you, Mr. Ximen."

  Ximen Wuji suddenly showed contempt on his face, raised his hand slightly and said: "Ask any question, you can't answer my questions, but I can answer all your questions."

   "I would like to ask Mr. Ximen, have you ever been on the battlefield to fight a demon?" Bai Cangdong asked.

   "Of course, our Yuxuzhou has been fighting against the Eastern Land Demon Kingdom for many years. Since I was promoted to a real person, I have participated in no less than a hundred battles." Ximen Wuji said with his chest out.

   "Then have you ever been injured?" Bai Cangdong asked again.

   "With my strength, how could the devil hurt me." Ximen Wuji said proudly.

  (end of this chapter)