Immortal Emperor, You Dare To Steal My Bride? I Will Dig Out Your Supreme Bone

Gu Changsheng looked at the invitation letter for the poetry meeting in his hand.

Four years ago, the poet sage was very fond of him, Gu Changsheng, and had the idea of ​​​​accepting a disciple.

Even after the poetry meeting, I came to visit the Gu family.

In the past four years, countless forces have taken the initiative to befriend the Gu family.

The development of the Gu family in just four years can be compared to the previous century.

This is the energy of the ninth level of a continent's Immortal Emperor.

He doesn't have to do anything, just one word or one action can affect the Eighth Layer.

The difference between the eighth level Immortal Emperor and the ninth level Immortal Emperor is so huge.

In other words, in the realm of Immortal Emperor, the difference between one level and another is huge.

"This time, I, Gu Changsheng, will definitely become the disciple of Senior Poet Saint. As long as I can succeed, I will reach a higher level!"

Although he is the young master of the Gu family.

This identity, status, talent and strength are already something that the world looks up to.

But above him, there are so few stronger beings.

The Son of Immortal Palace, the Saint of Phoenix Terrace, etc.

If he could become a disciple of the Poet Saint, he would be close to them.

At least when I attend an occasion in the future, I will almost sit with them.

Because the poet himself also has a very strong background.

Xu Fengqiu?

What bullshit.

Immortal Emperor is useless.

He, Gu Changsheng, will definitely be able to prove Immortal Emperor in a short time. In terms of true strength, Xu Fengqiu will definitely not be able to match him.

There is also the inheritance power of the Poet Saint.

His status is beyond the reach of Xu Fengqiu.

"Xu Fengqiu!!"

Thinking of this person, Gu Changsheng looked ferocious.

Gu Changsheng took advantage of the situation and hugged a spirit fox not far away in his arms, gently stroking its soft fur.

However, Linghu did not show any docility. Instead, his eyes were full of fear and he did not dare to move in Gu Changsheng's arms.

Gu Changsheng is very popular among mainland girls.

Because he is famous for his kindness.

He is the only top genius who will adopt those stray animals.

Everyone felt that he was very different from others.

Gentleman, so talented and kind-hearted.

Gu Changsheng stroked the spirit fox and said softly: "Little guy, do you think Xu Fengqiu, a bastard, deserves to die?"

Linghu was held by Gu Changsheng and did not dare to move.

"Why don't you answer me?"

Gu Changsheng stopped stroking.

Linhu struggled in his arms to run out.

However, Gu Changsheng's hand firmly restrained Linghu.

"Why? Why are you struggling? Why! I will adopt you, feed you, give you something to drink, and let you stay in this spiritually powerful Gu family. What else do you have to run away from?"

Gu Changsheng's face was gloomy, his hand holding the spirit fox became stronger and stronger.

"I want to kill Xu Fengqiu! I want to cut him into pieces, and I want to ravage his woman in front of him."

"Why does he, Xu Fengqiu, dare to be disrespectful to me? Why should he?"

Gu Changsheng's face was ferocious, and the strength in his hands became stronger and stronger.

The strength of Linghu's struggling limbs is getting weaker and weaker...

Gu Changsheng's hand was already embedded in Linghu's flesh.

Blood flowed down Gu Changsheng's fingers.

Gu Changsheng seemed not to be aware of anything and gritted his teeth: "Xu Fengqiu! I will repay you a thousand times the humiliation you have given me!"

Linghu's body had been twisted into a twisted shape by his hands.

The blood dyed his clothes completely red.

The smell of blood brought Gu Changsheng back to his senses.

He glanced at Linghu's body, and then gently stroked it, which was covered in blood.

"In the next life, be better."

Then, the flames burned and the spirit fox's body was reduced to ashes.

...

The next day.

The sun sets.

Xu Fengqiu quietly came to Shengyao Tiancheng where Empress Shengyao was.

As the imperial capital of the Eighth Layer Tian Sheng Yao Empire, this city can be described as huge and extremely prosperous.

There are countless powerful people and Martial Artist families in this city.

Many people who were invited entered the city with high profile.

Even various spiritual beasts flew from the void into the imperial palace.

There are also strong men coming with swords and sitting in holy sedan chairs.

The whole city is decorated with lights and colorful, crowded and lively.

The people lively compared poems, pairs, lyrics, and wrote couplets.

It's like celebrating the Spring Festival.

In Jiuzhou, Martial Dao will always be respected.

But poetry, prose, music, chess, calligraphy and painting are also very popular.

Because some people can enter the Tao through poetry and some can enter the Tao through painting.

Once you enter the Tao, your cultivation will skyrocket, and you will surely become an emperor.

Although in tens of thousands of years, few people have entered the Tao through these methods, it is at least possible.

For some people who are not very talented in Martial Dao, studying literature is also a way for them.

If you can't enter Taoism, you can at least become a minor official.

Xu Fengqiu, on the other hand, walked quietly on the street.

"Grandpa, it's so lively today, there are so many people."

"Today is the poetry meeting held every four years in the Shengyao Empire. This is the scene in every city of the Shengyao Empire. Her Majesty, the Empress, loves poetry the most and has a very good relationship with the senior Poet Saint."

"Wow! Is Senior Poet Saint coming too?"

"Yes! They should already be in the imperial palace. You see, these are all the forces in the sky who have been invited to come. There is the young master of the Gu family, Gu Changsheng, the four great talents in Jiuzhou, and the Holy Son of Medicine God Mountain."

"Grandpa, will Xu Fengqiu, the young master of the Xu family who has caused a sensation in Jiuzhou recently, come?"

"He, I've never heard of him being interested in poetry and poetry. He probably won't come, and he probably won't be invited. He's just here to watch a show. After all, the poetry club in the Imperial Palace is full of talented people from all walks of life. Ah, the occasion does not suit him."

"..."

There is a huge and towering building in front, just like the smaller Yellow Crane Tower in Xu Fengqiu's memory.

The tall building is located on a huge river.

Extremely beautiful.

The building is brightly lit.

There are many talented people coming in and out.

This place is called the World Poetry Tower.

When you pass by here, feel free to leave your own works or pairs inside.

If it is written well, talented people from all over the world will be able to see it.

Empress Shengyao would even often collect good poems here.

Someone randomly left poems in the Tianxia Poetry Tower, and they became famous in one fell swoop and spread throughout Jiuzhou.

Xu Fengqiu walked in with interest.

His main purpose in coming to the poetry meeting today was to end his destiny of eternal life.

As long as the possibility of him becoming a disciple of the Poet Saint is eliminated, his destiny value will plummet.

At the same time, Xu Fengqiu could just play around.

There are too many poems and poems in his mind.

The Tianxia Poetry Building was completely empty, with only countless poems and poems posted on the walls.

A large number of people are watching the poems and poems.

The second floor, the third floor, the higher the floor, the higher the level of poetry above.

Xu Fengqiu then walked upstairs.

A waiter frowned and followed Xu Fengqiu to the second floor.

After going to the second floor, Xu Fengqiu walked directly to the third floor.

"Hey, hey, young hero."

The clerk from Tianxia Poetry Tower stopped Xu Fengqiu and said, "The second floor is fine. The third floor is full of poems that everyone has left behind."

Xu Fengqiu smiled and said: "After I finish writing, you can see if you can stay on the third floor."

After saying that, Xu Fengqiu walked up.

Claiming to be an emperor?

The guy's expression changed and he quickly followed.

Come to the third floor.

Xu Fengqiu said: "Brother, bring me a pen."

The clerk handed Xu Fengqiu the pen respectfully with both hands.

Xu Fengqiu took the pen, jumped up and stood in front of a wall more than ten meters high, and quickly wrote a couplet on a blank scroll.

"Give."

Xu Fengqiu handed the pen to the clerk at Tianxia Shilou and walked away.

"Who was he just now? What poems did he leave behind?"

"It's not a poem, it's a couplet."

"Wangjiang Tower, Wangjiang Flow, Wangjiang Tower Wangjiang Flow, Jiang Tower is eternal, Jiang Flow is eternal, hiss——"

"Good sentence! It happens to correspond to the river where the World Poetry Tower is located. Who is it? He forgot to leave his name."

"..."

The guy who came down from the poetry building that day was stunned.

"Young...Young hero! You forgot to leave your name!"

He quickly chased after him.

But Xu Fengqiu's figure was no longer there.

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