I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

"Huh? It's actually Tangible Culture!" On the empty boat, Leng Hanbing was slightly taken aback.

In the past, when Chen Luo wrote poems, he was always full of literary spirit, but don't think that this is the normal state of writing poetry. Often, one inch of Wenhua is already a witty sentence, and three inches of Wenhua is a beautiful article.

The Yaozu who came to participate in the poetry meeting this time are obviously not ordinary people. Just after the topic is finished, the entire lake is full of culture. This kind of scene is often the scene that only appears in the Gongyuan during the human race's imperial examination.

But at this moment, there was actually a visible streak rising from the lake, which instantly attracted Leng Hanbing's attention.

With a wave of Leng Hanbing's hand, the poem Chen Luo just wrote was projected onto the empty boat.

"The flowering period is negative every year, and when spring is over, it is only suitable to arrange for melancholy to send spring back." The chill on Leng Hanbing's face slowly dissipated, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, "Plum blossom snow, pear blossom moon, spring comes without knowing it. Know."

"This is a sigh of spring, not bad."

When the blue bird woman read this poem, she nodded and said: "The meaning of sighing for spring is mostly lamenting for the flowing water and falling flowers. The most brilliant one is the song "The forest flowers have faded away from the spring red, too hastily" by the emperor of the human race. Thinking of this little guy's unique intention, let him sigh for spring, he really sighed for 'spring', not for the red and green willows."

"This is the brilliance." The old tree also said, "Rather than lamenting spring, it is better to cherish spring. Lamenting that I have lost every year but the flowering period, especially the last sentence 'it is spring without knowing it' is all It can make the old man feel emotional."

"Life is always like this. When you come, you don't know how good it is. Only when you lose it will you know how precious it is."

Leng Hanbing nodded: "Reading this poem, there is quite a bit of Li Yishan's exclamation of 'this feeling can be regarded as a memory, but it was already at a loss', and there is also the exclamation of 'there are flowers that can be broken straight away, don't wait for no flowers to be broken in vain' exhortation."

"Who is the author? Is it human race or monster race?"

The blue bird woman smiled slightly, stretched out her hand a little in the void, and suddenly the projection of Chen Luo appeared.

"Huh? He's a young man, not those youths who are transformed into immortals, but really young." Lady Qingniao looked at Chen Luo's appearance, waved her hand, and Master He immediately landed on the empty boat.

"Who is this person?" The blue bird lady asked Mr. He.

Master He glanced at him and said with a smile: "Mrs. Hui, this person is called Bai Mo, a demon clan!"

"Yaozu?" Leng Hanbing's eyes widened, "Is he a Yaozu?"

Master He apologized and said with a smile: "But it's not an ordinary monster race, please allow this old slave to trick me."

Leng Hanbing glared at Master He, then looked at Chen Luo's projection, and snorted coldly: "Since I'm not a human race, then I don't care about it anymore. It's just poetry, who can compare to our Chen Wuhou."

Master He managed to hold back his laughter, pointed down and said, "Three, half of the stele fish has been swallowed."

...

Around the big turtle, the fish shoals were visible to the naked eye. Although in Setsuna who got the scales, the person holding the scales can control the direction of the carp, but after all, there is no way to escape the engulfing of the powerful carp around Wenhua.

However, the poetry meeting has just started, and the fight between the strong has not yet started, and they are all deliberately avoided. Speaking of it, this is also the tradition of the Yaozu. The strong can fight each other to death, but the weak must be eliminated before fighting.

Otherwise, the tiger seriously injured and killed the lion, and was eventually taken advantage of by a hyena. This is a disgrace that the demon clan cannot tolerate.

After Chen Luo finished writing his first poem, he obviously became the strongest among the fish. The other monsters hurriedly manipulated the stele fish to stay away from Chen Luo, but Chen Luo naturally went to do as the Romans did, manipulating the Wenhua carp to devour them.

Hmm... Snake-eating is about sight.

However, the other monster races formed a team after all, and Wenhua won by quantity, and gradually the number of low-level fishes decreased, and it was obvious that a new round of fighting was about to begin.

Chen Luo also felt that the devouring ability of the carp he manipulated had reached its limit, and he was about to prepare the second poem.

Chen Luo thought about the topic, and wrote on the fish scale again.

But this time, someone has long paid attention to Chen Luo's actions, and the poems Chen Luo just wrote almost fell into the eyes of many monsters at the same time——

Folding flower branches, hating flower branches, I plan to share flowers with everyone, and when they bloom, people leave.

Afraid of lovesickness, already lovesick, it is the turn of lovesickness to have nowhere to say, there is a trace between the eyebrows.

...

"Wonderful!" On the empty boat, Mrs. Blue Bird sighed, "What a flower branch to write lovesickness, from flower branch to lovesickness, why? Because the flowers bloom when people leave. I am afraid that the lovesickness after people leave has already hurt me Acacia. But the person is no longer there, no one can talk about it, there is only a trace of sadness on the brow."

Madam Qingniao turned her head and looked at Leng Hanbing: "Leng Daru, how does this poem compare to Chen Wuhou's lovesickness?"

Leng Hanbing was silent for a moment, then nodded: "It's not as good as Chen Wuhou's sentence, "If you don't love lovesickness in your life, you will love it, and you will hurt lovesickness", but it is not far behind. Especially in the case where you are afraid of lovesickness but you are already lovesick, the feeling is unspeakable, Between Weilu's eyebrows, there is quite the charm of Xi Wang's "this feeling can't be eliminated, so he lowered his brows and raised his heart". Even in the human race, this word should be a good sentence."

Mr. Shu chuckled: "Interesting little guy, after writing Sighing Spring, and then writing Lovesickness, I don't know if I will write about my return to the mountain!"

...

The three experts chatted in the empty boat, and the island became lively.

The two poems in a row are all Wenhua Soaring to the Sky, and the Wenhua stele fish belonging to Chen Luo seems to be preying around like a devil, and everyone has to re-examine Chen Luo.

"That's the human race? Could it be Chen Luo pretending to be?"

"In the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn, I want all his news."

For a while, Dao Dao's order was conveyed.

At this time, She Xiangxiang looked at Chen Luo from a distance, her legs were close together, her left foot was on the right, her right foot was on the left, the spring on her face was dripping into water.

"My little lord, you...why do you bully my concubine like this."

"It's fine if you're sweet, but you can write lyrics so well, the concubine... the concubine can't bear it anymore."

The maid on the side reminded: "Young master, let's write quickly..." Before finishing speaking, She Xiangxiang suddenly turned her head, staring at the maid with fierce killing intent in her eyes, "Are you bothering me?"

The maid hurriedly knelt down, with a look of fear on her face: "I don't dare, I don't dare!"

She Xiangxiang withdrew her eyes and was about to look at Chen Luo when her expression changed suddenly and she quickly shouted, "Bai Lang, be careful!"

At the same time, it was not only She Xiangxiang who shouted "be careful", but also Bai Qingqing.

At this time, outside the island, there was a Mandarin carp that devoured three or four Wenhua stele fishes that were about the same size in a row. The origin of stele fish.

Hearing the reminder from the two beauties, Chen Luo was nervous and concerned, his heart moved slightly, and he looked at Jin Chen.

The stele fish rushing towards him was Jin Chen's Wenhua stele fish. Seeing Chen Luo's view, Jin Chen showed a defiant smile, and mouthed to Chen Luo: Go to hell!

Chen Luo frowned. At this time, the Wenhua Beiyu was only a dozen feet away from him, and he could reach him almost in a blink of an eye. Suddenly, a Wenhua Beiyu appeared from the side, knocked Jin Chen's Beiyu away, and gave Chen Luo Gained a short time.

"She Xiangxiang!" Jin Chen roared angrily!

"Bai Lang, write poetry quickly, I can't hold it back for long!" She Xiangxiang's voice reached Chen Luo's ears.

Chen Luo turned his head to look at She Xiangxiang, and She Xiangxiang didn't look at him for a rare time, but concentrated on manipulating his own Wenhua stele fish.

Chen Luo wrote down this helping hand in his heart, picked up the pen, and a poem appeared in his mind, and he wrote——

The steps are covered with red moss and green with branches. The sound of swan geese, the sound of swan geese is sad.

Not long after they had sex, they separated again. Autumn geese fly alone, autumn geese live alone.

When is the lovesickness after goodbye? The future will be difficult to know, and the future will be difficult.

How can this be a form of lovesickness. A love word, a love poem.

Chen Luo had just finished writing, and suddenly the spirit of Wenhua turned into a swan goose, flying across the water. At the same time, the whole lake seemed to be filled with the sound of countless swan geese.

"Heaven and earth resonate!" All the monster races stopped their pens and stared blankly at the Wenhua Hongyan spreading its wings on the water.

It's not that Yaozu has never written articles about Wenhua condensed objects, but they are all flowers and trees, and they are small animals such as small frogs. It is the first time I have seen such a huge Wenhua swan goose.

In fact, in terms of literary talent, it is not likely to form such a vision, but first of all, this place is the hometown of swan geese. The original words are "Du Yu" and "Caifeng", both of which involve allusions. Autumn geese", but this change touched the aura of life of the swan geese stranded here.

Almost immediately, countless light spots flew from all directions, blending into the Wenhua Swan Goose.

Wenhua swan geese skimmed across the water, pecking hard at Jin Chen's Wenhua stele fish.

The previously fierce Wenhua stele fish is gone!

At this time, Wenhua Hongyan didn't seem to be relieved, but flapped its wings again and flew towards Jin Chen, seeming to have great hatred. Jin Chen looked coldly at the Wenhua swan geese flying over, and said with disdain: "Back then, my Dapeng clan could destroy your clan, and I still care about you, the Wenhua incarnation?"

After finishing speaking, Jin Chen made a knife shape with his hand, and slashed downwards, sending out a Monster Qi light. Seeing that the sword glow was about to hit Hongyan's body, suddenly a fist flew in, and it missed the trajectory of the sword glow, and the sword glow brushed Hongyan's wings and flew out.

Jin Chen looked back angrily, and saw Chen Luo showing a fist, Chen Luo blew his fist: "That's my Mandarin Swan Goose, you can kill it if you say so?"

The golden light in Jin Chen's eyes flickered: "That's also good, I want to directly experience how powerful you are."

Chen Luo sneered: "I'm willing to accompany you!" As he said that, he was about to mobilize Martial Dao's sincerity. At this time, a huge coercion fell, covering Chen Luo and Jin Chen.

Lord He's voice sounded: "The lord of the country has a decree. During the poetry meeting, all fighting is prohibited. Both of you, please give our company a face."

At the same time, Lord He's voice transmission also sounded in Chen Luo's ears: "Little ancestor, little ancestor, there is no need to fight this birdman. Behind him is the Great Saint of the Dapeng clan hidden in the void, and there may be a black hand. Turn back to the old man Slave tried to kill him."

Hearing this, Chen Luo waved at the swan goose, and the swan goose reluctantly flew back behind Chen Luo. Jin Chen also snorted coldly and stopped talking.

At this time, Bai Qingqing's voice came: "Brother Bai's Wenhua is world-class. Judging from these three poems, among the people Qingqing has met in his life, only Chen Wuhou is above your Excellency. I don't know if I have the inspiration to write another one ?”

"If it is still at this level, Qingqiu Huguo will withdraw from the poetry competition."

Chen Luo smiled slightly, this little fox was still sowing discord in his words of admitting defeat.

Unfortunately, both are me.

After Bai Qingqing's voice fell, Shi Man'er, who had been eating fish silently to develop, also shouted: "Brother Bai, if you can write another song, I will admit defeat. If you can't write it, just wait for me After a while, let me eat all these fish and compare with you."

She Xiangxiang's legs were already weak at this time, and she fell to the ground, looking at Chen Luo with springy eyes: "My friend, I don't want to compare, I just ask you to come and eat me, okay, just take a bite... "

Seeing that one of the most promising four demons was eliminated, two abstained, and one fell in love, all the demons looked at Chen Luo again.

As long as Chen Luo can write another poem of the same level, he will be the leader of this poetry meeting.

Chen Luo smiled, and picked up the brush again. Just as he was about to write, the old man's voice came from the sky: "Little friend!"

"Spring has sighed, and lovesickness has passed. Is the next song the old man's return to the mountain?"

Bai Qingqing shook her head slightly, Shi Man'er curled her lips, She Xiangxiang heard the words, and muttered, "I don't feel ashamed."

There are three topics out there, and which one you want to write is completely voluntary. What the old man said, he restricted Chen Luo to write his "Return to the Mountain".

But returning to the mountains and returning to the mountains naturally requires the comprehension of the world to write. This requirement is really difficult for Chen Luo.

"Bai Lang, don't listen to him. If you want to write, write lovesickness. I like to read it." She Xiangxiang said without sound transmission.

Chen Luo glanced at She Xiangxiang gratefully, and said softly, "Don't worry."

Then he raised his head and looked at the boat in the sky: "Since the old man has called the roll, then I will write a poem "Return to the Mountain", please correct the old man."

Chen Luo took a deep breath and wrote——

The rise and fall of the prosperous dream through the ages, the eyes of poetry are tired of Tianya.

The trees in the Konglin, the vines in the demon palace, and the jackdaws in the ancient temple.

There are several huts with a collection of thousands of books, and they are invested in the old village.

What's going on in the mountains? Brewing wine with pine flowers, brewing tea with spring water.

After finishing writing, there was a sudden thunder in the lake, and the flourishing Wenhua carp came from Chen Luo's Wenhua carp. Bright rays of light emanated from the body, and with the sound of thunder in the sky, there was a dragon roar, and it turned into an Azure Dragon more than ten feet long, dyeing the astronomical splendor of the night sky for hundreds of miles!

The Azure Dragon hovered in the air for a moment, then suddenly fell on the back of the giant turtle, and as soon as it touched it, it turned into a ten-foot-sized stone tablet. But the giant turtle seemed to be unable to bear the weight of the stone tablet, and the entire "small island" actually dropped three feet. For a moment, the "small island" was shaken.

It wasn't until this time that the first exclamation sounded from the "small island".

Immediately afterwards, exclamations continued to sound.

At this moment, the back of the big turtle exploded.