The Dao Follows My Words: I Am Identified As The Son Of Heavenly Dao

"Ha... Luo... Junior Sister Luo?"

Li Changsheng's tone was uncertain, but looking at her eyes felt very familiar, as if he had just seen her not long ago.

Luo Qingyao nodded slightly and responded to Li Changsheng.

Li Changsheng's eyes widened, my God!

This Junior Sister Luo is too pretty!

No wonder she was wearing a veil that day. With this face, if she didn't wear a veil, a woman would feel inferior when she saw her. Even a man would feel unworthy after seeing her!

But I like this kind of junior sister, I, Li Changsheng, am very confident!

"Hehehe~" Liu Xuemei felt very amused when she saw Li Changsheng's appearance, the beautiful eyebrows and eyes were very charming.

"Junior Sister, you are here." Yan Zan's mouth curled up into a smile, which seemed friendly, but it made people feel like there was a sense of distance.

Liu Xuemei didn't care, but nodded with a smile: "Yes, brother Zan, I like poetry more, and Changsheng seems to have unique insights on this, so let's discuss it."

Li Changsheng's ears moved.

poetry?

I have an opinion?

What the hell?

Li Changsheng waited with a pair of big eyes and a look of doubt on his face.

Yan Zan looked at Li Changsheng and said with a smile, "What? Brat, have you forgotten what you said during the assessment?"

During the assessment...

I am!

Those bragging words? !

I know shit poetry! That's what I used to pretend by drawing on the wisdom of the seniors in the previous life!

Li Changsheng is a bit confused, is this to discuss the rhythm of poetry? !

"Come on, junior sister, let's talk after entering the palace."

The four entered the Hidden Immortal Hall.

There are a total of seven chairs in the hall, one head seat and six auxiliary seats.

Liu Xuemei gracefully sat on the first sub-seat under the first seat, and Yan Zan also sat on the first seat with a smile on her face.

"Changsheng and Qingyao sit down too, don't be restrained."

"Yes!" Li Changsheng sat directly on the chair, really not restrained at all.

Luo Qingyao nodded slightly, and sat beside Liu Xuemei.

With a wave of Yan Zang's hand, the kettle beside him flew up automatically, pouring tea for Liu Xuemei, Li Changsheng, Liu Qingyao and himself.

Li Changsheng and Liu Xuemei didn't feel anything wrong, but Luo Qingyao couldn't help giving Yan Zan a high look.

It's normal to pour tea for Liu Xuemei, but it's really not airy to pour tea for the two juniors.

I feel more and more in my heart that it is the right time to come to Dao Shenzong.

Liu Xuemei has long been used to it, her Senior Brother Yan has always been very kind to her own people, and only appears cold in front of outsiders.

Li Changsheng is purely nervous, you pour tea, I'll finish it, nothing wrong!

The purpose of Liu Xuemei's coming here is purely for swallow burial, and it's just a pretense to find Li Changsheng to discuss poetry.

She is very happy to be able to sit next to Yan Zan, but she can't be so exhausted all the time, after all, there are two juniors here.

"Changsheng, in fact, I don't know much about poetry, but I am very interested. Why don't you create a poem based on this situation?"

Yan Zan also looked at Li Changsheng with bright eyes when he heard the words, he was full of hope for this disciple, the better the disciple, the more face he would have.

Li Changsheng was a little ashamed.

I feel very flustered, poetry? He will be a fart! Still want this scene?

It's hard for me Jaian!

However, Li Changsheng also knew that he couldn't lose the face of his master, and then he looked around, his brain quickly chose clothes, and kept screening the poems and songs he had recited in his previous life.

The bright Great Hall, the ethereal incense candles, the refreshing tea, the beautiful morning...

Grass! I have no idea what to do? !

Li Changsheng pretended to be contemplative, and the three of them also stared at Li Changsheng expectantly.

correct! Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng! But I only remember one sentence, hello!

After a while, Li Changsheng knew that he couldn't wait any longer, otherwise he would overturn his car!

"Boom!"

Li Changsheng stood up directly from his seat.

Pretending to take a deep step.

That's it!

"Huh?" Luo Qingyao took a sip of tea and looked at Li Changsheng curiously.

"Hua Nongying!"

Luo Qingyao's beautiful eyes lit up, this sentence is a bit interesting!

Li Changsheng takes the second step!

"Moonlight!"

The corners of Yan Zan's mouth curled up, what a poem!

third step!

"Five clouds flying in Hidden Immortal Palace!"

After finishing the three sentences, Li Changsheng went straight back to his seat and took a sip of tea to hide his embarrassment.

There is no way, he really remembered this sentence, and finally modified it slightly to become the Palace of Hidden Immortals.

"Good poem!" Liu Xuemei applauded first, and then said: "It's just too short."

Luo Qingyao thought about it for a while, and felt that although it was only this short paragraph, it was very good and suitable for the occasion.

"Not bad! Not bad! Changsheng..."

"Boom—!"

Before Yan Zan finished speaking, there was a sudden loud noise from the sky!

The tea that Li Changsheng drank was sprayed out.

"Ahem..." Wiping the corners of his mouth, Li Changsheng's eyes widened.

No way?

Wouldn't it be that you follow the law?

This tm also counts? !

A vision appeared in the Hidden Immortal Hall!

An eight-petaled blood-red flower swayed in the moonlight, and the shadow seemed to come to life and was extremely vivid.

"This... this is!!" The three present stood up in shock.

"Eight petals of burning blood grass!" Yan Zan squinted his eyes, staring at the picture in the vision.

In the night sky in the vision, a bright moon rises, blooming with dazzling brilliance!

Then, five auspicious clouds of different colors appeared!

Surrounding the whole body of the bright moon, slowly fluttering!

"It's a prophecy! This is a prophecy!" Liu Xuemei looked at the scene in front of her in shock.

"Longevity has reached the realm of poetry!"

Luo Qingyao's beautiful eyes were full of brilliance, and she stared at Li Changsheng intently, trying to see something.

In her eyes, Li Changsheng is full of mystery. Although he is a 16-year-old boy, he can always make all kinds of amazing moves.

Could this be the son of Heavenly Dao? No!

Although Heavenly Dao's son is favored by heaven and earth, he can't make a prophecy come true!

Li Changsheng...

Who are you?

Li Changsheng didn't know how to explain all this, but in order to maintain his personality, he chose to remain silent, and even smiled pretending to be mysterious.

The sitting posture became more upright, and he took another sip of tea.

Yan Zan stared at the eight petals of the Burning Blood Grass, his eyes were full of covetousness!

Eight-petal Pyrexa is the legendary Medicinal herbs, each petal contains a hint of Dao Rhyme!

If he can get it, then his breakthrough and becoming Quasi Emperor is basically a certainty!

Dao Rhyme is a treasure even for the Great Emperor!

Seeing the strangeness of Yan Zan, Liu Xuemei smiled and said, "Do you want the eight-petalled Burning Blood Grass?"

Eight-petal Burning Blood Grass? Li Changsheng pricked up his ears, and his eyes drifted over.

"Yes, as long as I get these eight petals of burning blood grass, I will be able to breakthrough Quasi Emperor in a few days!" Yan Zhuan said with a helpless wry smile.

The eight petals of the Burning Blood Grass are so precious that if they reach the ten lands, they will definitely cause a bloodbath.

Moreover, this is a product of ancient times, and it was extremely rare at that time, let alone this era.

"Hey, let's do whatever you want." Yan Zan shook his head.

Li Changsheng rolled his eyes, he was wondering if he could create an eight-petalled burning blood grass with his speech method? At that time, you can breakthrough the Realm to Master.

"Senior brother, there might really be an eight-petal burning blood grass!" Liu Xuemei looked at Li Changsheng, then smiled at Yan Zan.

"Huh?" Yan Zan was a little puzzled, "What does Junior Sister mean by that?"

Liu Xuemei signaled Yan Zan to look at Li Changsheng and said with a smile:

"Brother, did you forget what Yan Zu said?"

Yan Zan's eyes lit up upon hearing this.