Sword Master Ling Tian

It's no wonder that Duan Mulei wanted to compare poems with Zuo Xiao. This guy gave it for nothing. "Haha, Miss Murong, didn't you just say, don't you come to this Rising Sun Tower? Why come with us?"

At this time, Cao Changqing and Su Su walked up behind them.

Murong Zining's face was cold, and he was not lighted by the weather, but now he is even more unwilling to pay attention to Cao Changqing.

Cao Changqing was a little embarrassed, but soon saw Ling Tian in front of everyone.

Only then discovered that this group of people seems to be headed by Ling Tian?

This doesn't seem to be Murong Zining's character.

However, Cao Changqing only really discovered at this time, how did this man named Ling Tian look more handsome than himself?

Not only that, if there is a sword intent surrounding Ling Tian at this time, it should be a sword repair!

For a while, Cao Changqing's jealousy grew wildly like weeds.

"Oh, what do I say, it turns out that this friend of yours is coming?"

"What am I talking about? This person is really good at camping and clinging, and he's chased this Rising Sun Tower!"

"However, Zuo Xiao is a young son of a reckless man. Apart from brute force, he has no strengths!"

"It's really possible, I can make you fool you!"

"But today, I am afraid that your master will be humiliated."

Cao Changqing hugged his shoulders and sneered.

"Hehe, isn't it?"

"I don't think so."

Ling Tian shook his head, now that he has encountered it.

Then he won't leave it alone.

He absolutely did not allow the sunglasses he made to fall into the hands of the Egret Academy.

"Not necessarily? Murong, your friend is really stiff!"

Cao Changqing raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect Ling Tian to dare to speak loudly?

"If you say it's not possible, it's not possible, do you have an opinion?"

Murong Zining said coldly.

"you!"

"Okay, we'll just wait and see!"

Cao Changqing was furious and blushed, so he stopped talking.

In the box, Zuo Xiao frowned and groaned, but apart from being big and round, he really couldn't say anything.

"Fine, my... let me think about it, so, you come first!"

Zuo Xiao is still smart, so he just said.

"Okay, I won't bully you, just do what you say!"

Duan Mulei walked with his hand in hand, and when he reached the window, he walked seven steps before turning around happily.

"Yes!"

"Zuo family child, you can listen well!"

Duan Mulei's white dress with long sleeves is chic and elegant.

Raising the palm of his hand, a poem came out loudly.

Swim in the wind without incident, go up to the tall buildings in the middle of the night.

Clouds make the moon like practice, and the water is cold like autumn.

The sound fell, outside the Rising Sun Building, above the Dongting Lake, the moonlight ripples, as if moonlight converged, and fell on Duan Mulei in front of the window.

And around his body, there is also a cold air current surrounding him.

Controlled by Duan Mulei in his hands.

Immediately, the veteran Egret Academy holding the piano held the guqin horizontally in front of him, and Duan Mulei projected the airflow over, and a bleak sound of the piano sounded.

In an instant, many people were touched.

At this moment, that Duan Mu Lei stood in front of the window with his hand in his hand.

Like a lonely peerless son, the group of women present clasped their hands and became intoxicated.

Duan Mulei has a Taoist body, although he is not the first among the freshmen of the Egret Academy this time.

But it is also ranked second.

The martial arts talent is outstanding, the family is superior, the appearance is handsome, and now he is talented.

It's a ghost if you can't be admired.

"Good! Good poem!"

"Yes, although this poem looks simple, it contains a great way!"

"Young Master Duanmu only took seven steps to become a poem. This kind of talent is worthy of being a freshman at the Egret Academy. It's really amazing."

After a while, it fell with the sound of the piano.

The crowd started clamoring.

But it fell on one side, full of admiration.

"Brother Ling Tian, ​​what the **** is this guy's poetry? I'm a vulgar person, how do I feel this poem is light and watery, every bird smell!"

Yuan scratched his head fiercely.

He was the same as the freshmen of the Dragon Tiger Academy, frowning, obviously he didn't see what was good about this poem.

"It's **** indeed."

Ling Tian shook his head, evaluating in one step.

That is rubbish.

That is to say, I was confused by the appearance of this Duan Mulei, and all those present were holding the smelly feet of the Egret Academy.

"Haha, it's ridiculous, you, a mountain villager from Western Xinjiang, dare to evaluate the second-ranked disciple of the Egret Academy freshmen?" "Do you know poetry? "

Cao Changqing couldn't help hearing this.

Secretly, Ling Tian wanted to flatter Zuo's family, and it was really disgusting.

Dare to say that Duan Mulei's poems are rubbish?

Didn't he know that Duanmu family is a famous family in South China City, how many of the family members are in the Egret Academy and are famous in Zhongyu?

Ling Tian glanced at Cao Changqing, "I'll give you a chance, try?" "Laughs, why, you are worthy to compete with me? The Eighth Layer of Earth Immortal cultivation is not bad, but I am the son of the City Lord's Mansion, you and me. The gap between the two is too big."

Cao Changqing still smiled.

"Hehe, what do you want to test? Poetry?"

"Tell you, Young Master Cao's poems were once sent to the Egret Academy, and the deputy director was amazed. If it weren't for he was going to accompany me to Jinghong Academy to deepen kendo, I am afraid that he would have already become a top freshman in Egret Academy ."

"There is no place where you can compare to Master Cao."

Susu also looked proud.

Ling Tiansheng was so good-looking.

But what annoyed her was that Ling Tian had never looked at her straight from the beginning.

Why, don't you have the beauty of Murong Zining?

Besides, even if Ling Tiansheng is good-looking, he has no family background and no background. Isn't it necessary to rely on flattery to cling to the powerful?

"Hehe, this girl, she really knows pigs with her eyes."

Ling Tian still didn't look back at her.

"Cut, Master Cao is the pearl."

Su Su raised his head.

Yuan Meng: "Pig? Brother Ling, did you mean something with fur?"

"Heizi, smart!"

Ling Tian patted Yuan Meng on the shoulder, and the two of them looked at each other and laughed.

Cao Changqing's face turned into a pig liver color with anger.

"Rong Yin, what do you think of Duan Mulei's poems, okay?"

"Looking at it, it's a bit already."

The door of the Qitian Academy upstairs was open.

A female disciple from the academy asked.

In the box, the woman sitting in front of the window with the pen, still looking at the painting in front of her, hasn't started writing for a long time.

It's just that if someone takes a closer look, they will find that the painting, following the depiction of this woman, has radiated and diffused.

That bright moon, like the outside on Dongting Lake, is lifelike.

It turned out that the blue-clothed woman integrated the formation into the painting, which created the illusion of the bright moon.

However, such an array of attainments is enough to make people breathtaking.

When someone asked, the woman in blue sat still and didn't look back.

"Rubbish."

Only two short words.

But it was an evaluation with Ling Tian downstairs.