Immortal Emperor, you dare to steal the bride? Backhand dig your supreme bone

Gu Changsheng looked at the invitation to the poetry gathering in his hand.

Four years ago, the Poetry Saint favored him, Gu Changsheng, and was moved to take him as a disciple.

Even after the poetry gathering ended, he paid a visit to the Gu family.

In these four years, I don't know how many forces have taken the initiative to befriend the Gu family.

The Gu family's development in just four years can be described as equivalent to the previous hundred years.

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

He doesn't have to do anything, just a word, an action, and it will affect the Eighth Heaven.

The difference between the eighth-level Immortal Emperor and the ninth-level Immortal Emperor is only one level, but the gap is so huge.

Or rather, in the realm of the Immortal Emperor, the difference between one level is very large.

"This time, I, Gu Changsheng, must become a disciple of the Poetry Saint! As long as I can succeed, this young master will rise to another level!"

Although he is the young master of the Gu family.

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

But above him, there are still a few stronger existences.

The Holy Son of the Immortal Palace, the Holy Maiden of Phoenix Platform, and so on.

If he can become a disciple of the Poetry Saint, he can be considered close to them.

At least in the future, when attending an occasion, he will almost be sitting with them.

Because the Poetry Saint himself has an extremely strong background.

Xu Fengqiu?

What a load of crap.

Immortal Emperor is useless.

It won't be long before he, Gu Changsheng, will also be able to prove Dao Immortal Emperor. In terms of true strength, Xu Fengqiu is definitely no match for him.

And also the Poetry Saint's inherited power.

His status is also beyond the reach of Xu Fengqiu.

"Xu Fengqiu!!"

Thinking of this person, Gu Changsheng's face became ferocious.

Gu Changsheng took the opportunity to hug a spirit fox not far away in his arms, gently stroking its smooth fur.

However, the spirit fox did not show any docile appearance, but its eyes were filled with fear, and it dared not move in Gu Changsheng's arms.

Gu Changsheng is very popular among the girls on the continent.

Because he is a well-known kind person.

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

Everyone thinks that he is very different from others.

Gentlemanly, talented, and so kind.

Gu Changsheng stroked the spirit fox while whispering: "Little guy, do you think Xu Fengqiu, this bastard, should die?"

The spirit fox was held by Gu Changsheng and dared not move.

"Why don't you answer this young master?"

Gu Changsheng stopped stroking.

The spirit fox struggled in his arms to run out.

However, Gu Changsheng's hand firmly restrained the spirit fox.

"Why? Why do you want to struggle? Why! This young master adopted you, gave you food, gave you drink, and let you stay in this Gu family with rich spiritual energy. What else do you have to run for?"

Gu Changsheng's face was gloomy, his hand holding the spirit fox, the strength getting bigger and bigger.

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

"Why does Xu Fengqiu dare to be disrespectful to this young master? What does he rely on?"

Gu Changsheng's face was ferocious, and the strength in his hand became greater and greater.

The limbs of the spirit fox struggling became weaker and weaker…

Gu Changsheng's hand had been embedded into the flesh of the spirit fox.

Fresh blood flowed down along Gu Changsheng's fingers.

Gu Changsheng seemed to have no awareness of anything, gritting his teeth: "Xu Fengqiu! The humiliation you gave this young master, I will repay it a hundred times!"

The corpse of the spirit fox had been twisted into a distorted shape by his hands.

The blood completely stained his clothes red.

The bloody smell brought Gu Changsheng back to his senses.

He glanced at the corpse of the spirit fox, and then gently stroked it with blood all over his hands.

"Be good in your next life."

Afterwards, flames burned, and the spirit fox's corpse turned into ashes.

…

The next day.

The setting sun.

Xu Fengqiu came to the Holy Yao Imperial City where the Holy Yao Empress was located in a low-key manner.

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

There are also countless strong and martial artist families in this city.

Many people who were invited to come entered the city in a high-profile manner.

Even various spirit beasts flew from the void to the imperial palace.

There are also strong men who come on their swords, sitting in holy sedan chairs.

The whole city is decorated with lanterns and colored banners, with crowds of people, and it is very lively.

The people are lively writing poems, couplets, and lyrics.

It's like celebrating the Spring Festival.

In Kyushu, martial arts is always the most respected.

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

Because some people can enter the Dao with poetry and some can enter the Dao with painting.

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

Although in tens of thousands of years, there have been few people who have entered the Dao with these, but at least it is possible.

For some people who are not highly talented in martial arts, it is also a way for them to pursue literature.

If you can't enter the Dao, at least you may be able to get a small official position.

And Xu Fengqiu walked on the street in a low-key manner.

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

"Today is the Holy Yao Empire's once-in-four-year poetry gathering. Every city in the Holy Yao Empire is like this. Her Majesty the Empress loves poetry and lyrics and has a very good relationship with Senior Poetry Saint."

"Wow! Is Senior Poetry Saint coming too?"

"Yes! He should already be in the imperial palace. Look, these in the sky are all forces invited from all sides. There is the young master of the Gu family, Gu Changsheng, one of the four great talents of Kyushu, and the Holy Son of Yaoshen Mountain."

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

"He, I have never heard that he is interested in poetry, lyrics, and prose. He shouldn't come. He shouldn't be invited either. Coming is just to watch the show. After all, the poetry gathering in the imperial palace is full of talented people from all sides. This occasion does not suit him."

"…"

In front is a huge and majestic building, like a smaller Yellow Crane Tower in Xu Fengqiu's memory.

The building is located on a huge river.

Incomparably beautiful.

The building is brightly lit.

There are many talented men coming in and out.

This place is called the World Poetry Building.

Passing by this place, you can leave your own works or couplets at will.

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

The Holy Yao Empress even often collects good poems here.

Some people casually left poems in the World Poetry Building and unintentionally became famous in one fell swoop, spreading throughout Kyushu.

Xu Fengqiu walked in with great interest.

Coming to the poetry gathering today, his main purpose is to cut off Gu Changsheng's destiny.

Just cut off the possibility of him becoming a disciple of the Poetry Saint, and the value of his destiny will plummet.

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

Poetry, lyrics, and prose, he has too much in his mind.

Inside the World Poetry Building, it is empty, with only countless poems, lyrics, and prose pasted on the walls.

A large number of people are watching the poems, lyrics, and prose.

Second floor, third floor, the higher the floor, the higher the level of poetry above.

Then Xu Fengqiu walked upstairs.

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

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

"Hey, hey, hey, young hero."

The clerk of the World Poetry Building stopped Xu Fengqiu and said: "The second floor is fine. The third floor is where some great poets have left their works."

Xu Fengqiu smiled and said: "After this emperor finishes writing, you can see if it can stay on the third floor."

After speaking, Xu Fengqiu walked up.

Calling himself emperor?

The clerk's face changed, and he quickly followed.

Arrived on the third floor.

Xu Fengqiu said: "Clerk, bring a pen."

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

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

"Here."

Xu Fengqiu handed the pen to the clerk of the World Poetry Building and left.

"Who was that just now? What poem did he leave behind?"

"It's not a poem, it's a first line of a couplet."

"Looking at the river tower, looking at the river flow, looking at the river flow under the river tower, the river tower is eternal, the river flow is eternal, hiss——"

"Good line! It also corresponds to the river where the World Poetry Building is located. Who is it? He forgot to leave his name."

"…"

The clerk of the World Poetry Building was stunned.

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

He quickly chased out.

But Xu Fengqiu was gone.

…