Bad Master: Disciple, don't make trouble, you are pregnant!

This topic was brought up, and all the disciples immediately reacted.

Someone recalled it and said suddenly:
"Remember, there was a famous piece of writing from the mountain before, and I heard that Wei Canglan's second-in-command specially wrote it for Zhuge Linglong."

"Really? They have such a good relationship? Didn't it mean that the relationship between Cangxingmen and Zhengyangzong has always been bad?"

"Well, the two sects are hostile to each other, but they are both the jewel in the palm, handsome men and beautiful women, they look at each other right."

"Damn it, I still think Wei Cizuo and Miss Chen Yu are a couple."

"He is a master and apprentice, why do you have such a dirty mind?"

"Dirty? Heh, Pu Xinnan, really, what's the matter with the master and apprentice? Do you understand the freedom of love? The Cangxing Sect also encourages disciples to communicate more with each other!"

"Cangxing's sect is naturally open, but they didn't let the master and apprentice become Taoist couples? It stands to reason that such things between master and apprentice are against human relations."

"Bah! Disgusting! Ethics are harmful!"

"What are you guys arguing about? This girl thinks that Wei Cizuo doesn't get along with Chen Yu, but is more in tune with that stupid beauty."

"Who is the stupid beauty?"

"Tang Xi, look at the feeling she showed in the competition, isn't she just stupid? She is very straightforward."

"Hey, what do you mean when you say that, mindless and unhappy?"

"Keep your voice down, don't let Master Wei Canglan hear you."

"Wait a minute, what are you talking about? We were just talking about writing poetry."

"Oh yes, what is that poetry, I know, Yun Xiang's clothes are beautiful, and the spring breeze is blowing Revlon."

"Beautiful, so beautiful."

"I heard that when Zhuge Linglong saw Master Wei, he dressed very brightly, just like that peony. Master thought of this sentence at that time."

"Wow, so romantic."

"Just talking about the poems, it is estimated that this is already a famous poem handed down from generation to generation, and future generations will definitely look up to it."

"Sure, don't look at who the author is?"

Some disciples became jealous when they heard the discussion, and said in a muffled voice:

"Hmph, now that you're blowing people away, don't you forget what happened in the back hall that afternoon?"

"What happened, I don't know."

"Oh, what's the point? Ercao's body and name are destroyed, and the rivers and rivers will not be ruined forever. At that time, the second seat scolded all the disciples present who made trouble."

"This... so cruel! It's a curse."

"What my generation of monks pursue is to become immortals and gain the Tao, and to retain their fame. I didn't expect the second seat to say 'all perish'. Isn't this too shameful?"

"Shameful? Why didn't you ask what happened at that time?"

"The disciples of Xueyue Peak of Cangxingmen were being bullied, and no one stood up at the scene. Just because the disciples were naturally vicious, everyone added fuel to the flames. The second seat scolded so severely, it was all light."

"If I have the ability of the second seat, I will definitely kill them."

"So you are not Wei Canglan's second seat."

"Hey, I remembered. Speaking of swearing, I remembered those few poems that were circulated in the Martial Arts Field a few days ago."

"I know I know."

"At that time, Master Wei was provoked by that senior brother of Medicine King Valley, and the second seat ignored him at first, but that person got worse, and the second seat finally couldn't bear it anymore, and sent him a few words, which can be said to be a murderous pig's heart."

"What is it?"

"I can't remember, but it probably means scolding Lin Tianyue, saying that he is worse than a mouse, and he might as well die."

"Hahaha, isn't Lin Tianyue just a mouse?"

"Hey, stop arguing, it seems that Wei Canglan is really going to compose a poem impromptu."

"I'll go, I'll wait for my eyes."

"No, it's ear blessing!"

Under the discussion and gaze of the crowd, Wei Canglan, who was pushed away by Zhuge Linglong, tried his best to keep calm.

He doesn't care about the eyes of others, whether it's reverence, respect or jealousy, he turns a blind eye to them all.

Looking at the starry night and the blazing bonfire, Wei Canglan picked up the wine gourd, uncorked it, and drank it in one gulp.

Under the moonlight, the cold wine radiated brightly, running down his neck and soaking the clothes on his chest.

At this moment, everyone felt that this master was full of unexplainable romanticism.

The strength is profound, and he is free and unrestrained.

A real man was born between heaven and earth, so it should be!

Wei Canglan felt slightly drunk and pretended to be dizzy.

That image, like a wine fairy, became full in an instant.

Very good, come to feel.

He took a staggering step, slowly pacing around the campfire, his figure staggering slightly.

All around are watching boys and girls.

There is Chen Yu Canxi, Zhuge Linglong and Fan Qingmeng.

There are many, many girls who are full of admiration, waiting quietly to speak.

Even Wei Xiaohua, who hadn't left the house for a long time, wagged her tail beside her.

Suddenly, he stopped, his eyes were sharp, he took a deep breath and said:
"If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning. If you don't see it, the mirror in the high hall is sad and white-haired, like blue silk in the morning and snow in the evening."

Wen Chaogong.

I am Wenchaogong.

Too white, I'm sorry.

The main reason is that your poems are so easy to copy.

And be.

When I was a student, I knew all these poems by heart.

The moment Wei Canglan said this sentence, everyone subconsciously held their breath.

The majestic momentum of the verses rushes towards us.

However, it is also a little sad, lamenting the feeling of time passing.

Everyone only thought that time and age might not be enough for this young peerless master.

He has the talent of ordinary people, and his practice is advancing rapidly, so he must think in his heart that if the time is slowed down, he can experience more meaning of cultivation.

Just as everyone was savoring it, the next line that was handed down suddenly came out, making them only feel the talent of a fairy poet.

"To be happy in life, you must have fun. Don't let the golden cup be empty to the moon. I am born to be useful, and I will come back after all the money is gone."

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If you say the last sentence, everyone is still savoring it.

Then this sentence directly shocked them.

No, far more intense than shock.

It was a shock.

It seems that both the sea of ​​consciousness and the heart are trembling.

It seems that the spiritual roots are beating.

One word, absolutely!

Anyone who knows something about poetry knows what this poem means and what power it contains.

At this moment, all the young disciples felt that Wei Canglan's image was vivid and three-dimensional again.

He is a lofty master, but he is also one of countless monks.

He used this poem to inspire everyone.

Including those mediocre people who worked extraordinarily hard but were still unable to break through the shackles due to poor talent.

Everyone has their own value and significance!

Afterwards, in the astonishment of everyone, Wei Canglan uttered all the subsequent lines in one breath, ignoring the situation that everyone was indigestible. In the end, he drank again, wild and unrestrained, extraordinary and refined, with a loud voice, and his breath surpassed Xiaohan:
"Five-flowered horses, thousands of gold, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrows with you."

Boys and girls, only feel enlightened, and the five bodies are transparent.

Some people even sat cross-legged and broke through on the spot!