I Have a Lot of Resurrection Coins

Chapter 242 This is something wrong

Brother! Are you swollen?! Brother!

Brother! Wake up!

Junior brother, don't scare my junior brother.

After finishing a poem, the poet cultivators who gambled with Jiang Lin all fainted to the ground, breathing disorderly.

The rest of the monks also spurted a mouthful of old blood, and their realms were a little unstable.

Cultivation by a monk is nothing more than two aspects, one is the accumulation of spiritual power, the other is the persistence in one's own practice path and the comprehension of the Dao heart.

But now, this little flower picker! The man whose main job is sword repair and side job is flower picking can do such a good poem!

In the professional field, he is even worse than a little flower picker! I am not reconciled!

After thinking about it, many people spurted out old blood again, and the scene was chaotic for a while.

However, compared to the chaotic scenes of the monks, more people are still reminiscing about this poem, especially the last two lines. The more they read, the more flavorful they become.

I searched for him thousands of times in the crowd. When I looked back suddenly, the man was there, in a dimly lit place.

The last sentence was made without so many gorgeous rhetoric, but every word is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

How many times have I searched among the crowd? When I suddenly looked back, the woman was still there, in the place where the lights were dimmed.

This verse was originally a poet expressing his aspirations in poetry, expressing the feelings of senior Xin Qiji who was unwilling to join forces with others.

But Jiang Lin is not a politician, but an immortal cultivator, and even a flower picker

So the emotion is naturally completely different.

This poem first described the lively Lantern Festival with gorgeous rhetoric, but unexpectedly, it finally expressed the search for a woman.

The last sentence reflects the dedicated romanticism of the flower picker.

How many times have I called you? Looking back, you are still waiting for me with a smile in the dim lights.

What a flair this is! What kind of dog food

Suddenly looking back, that person is there, in a dimly lit place

The senior sister by the riverside had already closed her forehead, and the girl with swaying eyes was holding the hem of her skirt tightly, talking to herself, her cheeks flushed.

Isn't this poem written by Xiao Lin for himself?

Even in the girl's mind, she had imagined that she was wearing a plain skirt and a beaded hairpin, standing in a dimly lit place. He searched for him thousands of times, and finally saw him.

I and Xiaolin looked at each other, eyes hazy

Similarly, Chen Jian was holding her skirt tightly, too ashamed to lift her head

Could it be that the big fool Jiang Lin finally remembered? Do you remember things from your childhood?

People look for him thousands of Baidu.

Could it be that Jiang Lin, a big pig, has been looking for him for a long time?

Where does the big fool need to find someone? He is by your side

In addition, among the fox demons from Wanyao State, those who are naturally infatuated are even more moved by this poem.

The four girls, Bai Ling and Bai Qiao, have changed their impression of the flower picker a lot.

This person is indeed quite frivolous, but in that frivolous chest, does he have such an infatuated heart?

Or is it that he originally liked a certain girl, but he couldn't find it all the time, so he could only indulge himself in despair?

In fact, what Bai Ling, Bai Qiao and others didn't notice was that the master beside him had already lowered his eyes.

In this woman's mind, the scenes spent with him at that time could not help but emerge.

People look for him thousands of Baidu.

Inadvertently, a flash of joy flashed in the woman's heart.

But soon this joy sank into the lake of heart.

how can that be possible?

Master has already deleted his childhood memories about himself, how can he remember it? ?

But if he didn't think of it, why would he make such a poem?

Thinking about it, the woman shook her head, laughing at herself for her ups and downs.

When did I feel like the kind of little girl who became angry and sad because of a man's every word?

At the same time, on the riverside, regardless of monks or ordinary mortal women, their eyes were wet.

Turns out those rumors were all wrong

Who said Mr. Jiang is really romantic? In fact, people are really dedicated.

In order to find a woman, Mr. Jiang searched thousands of times.

Has Mr. Jiang found it? If you can't find it, isn't this just a pleading fantasy? Otherwise, how could words be so sad?

No, Mr. Jiang is so pitiful, I really want to hold Mr. Jiang in my arms and comfort him

For a moment, the atmosphere along the entire Ethereal River changed.

Jiang Lin noticed that many girls were looking at him with tears in their eyes.

What the hell is this?

The reason why I chose this poem is because this poem is indeed a swan song, surpassing all others, but why do so many girls look at me with so much love?

this is not right

After a long time, the elders of the Kongling Sect also recovered from the repeated verses.

Looking at Jiang Lin, especially when he made this poem, the elder was very reluctant.

The elder knew that it was impossible for Jiang Lin to lose.

The theme of tonight's poetry meeting was originally to praise the prosperity of the Lantern Festival.

But now, Jiang Lin is not only painting the bustling city, but also sublimating the emotion. With the sentence a place with dim lights, who else would want to write a poem to humiliate himself?

It's a pity, it would be great if this young hero could come to his sect.

Not only is he young and handsome, but he is also a swordsman and poet monk, but from the poems, it can be heard that he already has another girl in his heart.

Otherwise, if I get the words, I really want to speak to the suzerain, hoping to betroth my nephew Mo Li to him.

In fact, it’s okay for a man to have three wives and four concubines. It’s not impossible for his nephew Mo Li to be the main palace, but this Jiang Lin may already have her who is extremely important in his heart, so he probably won’t be able to be the main palace.

Anyone else want to write poetry tonight?

The voice of the elder of the Kongling Sect spread, but it was just a polite question.

If there is really someone who can make a masterpiece that surpasses this handwriting, then tonight may be passed down through the ages.

In fact, when this handwriting was written, all the people tonight were recorded in history because of this poem.

On the river bank, many monks were so angry and dizzy, but no one shouted.

Looking at the poet monks, those musicians, painters and other monks who gambled with Jiang Lin were so anxious that their clothes were torn, and they wanted to scold the genealogy of those monks poets!

What about you poet monks? Worse than a flower picker? !

They looked at Jiang Lin again, feeling even more helpless. They really didn't expect that this flower picker could write poems so well?

But they couldn't say anything, after all, as long as Yiyi crushed the crowd, it would be fine.

Now that poetry skills have been achieved, if I want to ask Jiang Lin for other skills, I'm afraid I will be criticized by others.

And just when the Kong Lingzong was about to announce Jiang Lin's victory with regret, Jiang Lin himself said loudly:

I still have three arts, let's share with you!