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At night, the bustling Empress City was still brightly lit, as bright as day. Xiao Yu walked on the street, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

But with his friend's loyalty, he still mustered up the courage to walk quickly to the place where the three sisters of Wang Qiuluo lived, and decided to be more straightforward.

When I came to the door of a three-story house, the exquisite and rich decoration revealed the extraordinaryness of the occupants.

Xiao Yu took a deep breath, and then opened his voice: "Yunxiang's clothes are beautiful and beautiful, and the spring breeze is blowing on the threshold of Revlon. If I don't meet you at Qunyu Mountain, I will meet you at Yaotai. Fellow Daoist Qiu Luo, the first time I see you, I will I can't help but be deeply attracted, I can't sleep at night, I write a humble poem, and give it to you who are like standing on Yaotai."

Xiao Yu yelled so loudly that anyone in a [-]-meter radius could hear it. If Xiao Yu hadn't used spiritual energy to suppress the scalding blood, he would have blushed up to his ears by now.

"Yun Xiang's Clothes Hua Xiangrong's poem is so beautiful, it's more beautiful than any poem I've ever read."

"There is such a masterpiece in this world? Even the god of poetry can't write such a chapter."

"This poem must be handed down through the ages. Who is Qiu Luo? It must be the best in the world to let this son write this poem."

The poetry of Shixian has an inexplicable attraction. When you hear it, no matter whether you can read or not, you will feel that there is a fairy air, and there is that unswerving romance, beautiful, so beautiful.

The three Qiuluo sisters who stayed in the house naturally also heard Xiao Yu's words. The fox clan is a wise man in the monster clan. They have a great research on human literature. There is such a great talent!

When they heard the following words, they all showed surprise expressions. Was this aimed at Third Sister?Qiu Ling opened the window and saw the familiar fairy figure downstairs, she understood that Ji Yi's talk was coming.

"Does Young Master Xiao have any other poems?" Qiu Ling asked via voice transmission.

"Have!"

"Young master, thank you for your poems for my younger sister, but my younger sister is deep in her boudoir, and she doesn't get along well with men. Please go back." Qiu Ling knew that maintaining a sense of mystery was the most critical point to create momentum.

"Sister, please tell Fellow Daoist Qiu Luo that my admiration for her is like the water of the Milky Way, flowing endlessly, like a thousand miles of peach blossoms, fragrant all the way." Xiao Yu raised his voice.

"I will tell you, my lord, please come back." Qiu Ling said.

Xiao Yu shook his head and sighed, with a trace of bitterness, reluctance, and admiration appearing on his face, and the back view with a lack of interest left everyone with regrets along the way.

"Third sister, I didn't expect Ji Wudi and the others to invite such a poem to write such a poem that can be passed down through the ages. Your fame will definitely spread throughout the continent. To be honest, my sister is very envious of you." Luo Ling sighed. , she thought Ji Yi was looking for a writer.

"Yes, second sister, I also express my envy and hatred." Qiu Xiang also expressed his admiration for this poem.

"This poem is really beautiful." Qiu Luo was also infected by the charm of this poem.

There are thousands of people who have heard Xiao Yu's poem, most of them are monks, and for monks, a good memory is basic.

Everyone was overwhelmed by this poem. From these people, this poem quickly became popular in the entire Manghuang Continent. Especially when a monk recognized Xiao Yu, everyone was thinking, Qiu Luo, who is worthy of the admiration of the Immortal King's Holy Body, what on earth? How stunning, therefore, Chu Luo's reputation quickly spread throughout the entire continent.

In the Shaking Holy Land, the Holy Master, a middle-aged man, and an old man are sitting together at this moment, looking at the information on the table.

"Brother Yu has such a talent for writing? Why don't I, the eldest brother, know?" The Holy Master's eyes revealed disbelief.

"I don't even know about being a father." The middle-aged man also seemed to have a different understanding of his young son for the first time.

"I, Xiao Feng, have such a grandson as Xiao Yu, who will dare to call me a big boss?" The old man laughed, he is Xiao Yu's grandfather.

"Qiu Luo, the daughter of Qiu Qian, has two older sisters. She has just entered the growth stage and is equivalent to a human race. She has top-notch beauty and [-]% pure blood. The top half-step has great fighting power and a shy personality." Xiao Yu's father looked at Qiu Luo's information and expressed his satisfaction, and his son's vision was still very good.

"Xiao Yu is still sensible, not like a rebellious son like you, who is too old to be married." Xiao Yu's father did not forget to look down on his eldest son.

"That's why I strongly suggested to my father that you add a younger brother to me." The Holy Master was not at all embarrassed.

None of the three of them thought of asking Xiao Yu for verification. In their knowledge, it is not a matter of course that their blood of the Xiao family has such a great talent. Why should they doubt it?
Why doesn't such a good poem belong to me like "clouds think about clothes, flowers think about appearance, spring breeze blows through Revlon"?I don't know how many female cultivators lost their minds looking at the poem in their hands.

With this poem, even through the ages, their names will still be spread in the Manghuang Continent along with this poem. From ancient times to the present, apart from the Great Emperor, how many people can be famous through the ages?

"Find Xiao Yu, and ask for a poem at all costs." I don't know how many holy goddesses turned their attention to Xiao Yu. If they only ask for such a poem, they have a great chance.

Early the next morning, Ji Yi and the others came down from the top floor of the restaurant to have breakfast. Almost everyone in the lobby was discussing "Qing Ping Diao". While lamenting Xiao Yu's talent, they were also curious about Qiu Luo. , has already suppressed all her opponents.

"It's the great talent Xiao Yu!" Sharp-eyed people exclaimed when they saw Ji Yi and the others.

"Daoist Xiao Yu, my saint is willing to ask for a poem at any cost, may I have a chance to talk?" A man who looked like a butler stood in front of Xiao Yu and said sincerely.

"My saintess is also the same, as long as fellow daoist Xiao is willing to write a song, the price can be set by fellow daoist."

"Our goddess said that as long as Taoist Xiao Yu is willing to give me a poem, we can swim the Huahe River all night together tonight." A rough voice caught everyone's attention, and the goddess of his family seemed not very serious.

A group of people chrysalis came to Xiao Yu's side. They all accepted the mission of their own holy goddess, and they came here specially to squat Xiao Yu.

Ji Yi and Ye Qingrou squeezed out, there was nothing wrong with them anyway.

"My poems are not for sale, please go back, and don't come here again." Xiao Yu refused, knowing that he would not have accepted the job.

"Fellow Daoist Xiao, Huahe River is not enough for one night, two nights, three nights, or a month is enough!" It was still that rough voice that made the crowded lobby quiet.

"Damn it, when is it your turn to participate in such an elegant matter?" A monk said angrily.

"What? Do you have any complaints about our Hehuan Sect?"

"I have no opinion, I will say?"

"If you have the ability, come out and challenge!"

"Who is afraid of whom! I have tolerated your Hehuan sect for a long time!"

"They're all short-tempered!" Ji Yi shook his head, people are too short-tempered now.