I created the world

"Xuantian Sect once produced a stunningly talented person, Yun Tianchou, who is of the same generation as the current masters of the three major immortal sects, and is known as the Four Heroes of the Immortal Dynasty.

Yun Tianchou is not only handsome and handsome, but also talented. He can write poems and songs at his fingertips. He is the most talented and romantic person in the world.

When he was young, Yun Tianchou crushed all the monks of his generation, and even the suzerains of the three major immortal sects were not his opponents. He was honored as No. 1 in the immortal dynasty, and was appointed as the next suzerain of Xuantian sect very early .

But 20 years ago, Yun Tianqiu suddenly disappeared. Some people said that when he was traveling abroad, he encountered an ancient beast in the sky sea, and some people said that he was assassinated by the people of the Yaozu. Anyway, he has not been seen since then. …”

Although Gu Xiaolou spoke wonderfully, he deliberately created some suspense.

But Chen Luo lacked interest, he knew exactly what Gu Xiaolou was up to.

This guy was deliberately delaying time, waiting for Lian Shengrong to call someone.

Chen Luo interrupted Gu Xiaolou impatiently, "Get to the point."

Gu Xiaolou wanted to continue describing how awesome Yun Tianqiu was, but when he saw Chen Luo's appearance, he slandered inwardly, and said, "Eldest grandson Xiyan is Yun Tianchou's baby brought back from the outside. She is actually Yun Tianchou's daughter, but Yun Tianchou doesn't admit it.

But when Changsun Xiyan grew up, she became more and more like a confidante of Yun Tianchou, and this rumor became more and more widespread, even ordinary people heard of it.

However, this is the internal affairs of Xuantian Sect, and the outside world only listens to it as gossip.

The eldest grandson Xiyan's talent is not inferior to that of Yun Tianchou. She became a first-level monk at the age of ten, breaking Yun Tianchou's record for a time.

Until now, at the age of only 30, he has already become a fifth-level monk, crushing all his peers.

Moreover, Changsun Xiyan's appearance is so beautiful that many men in the Great Zhou Dynasty are the object of admiration.

Whether it is a cultivator or an ordinary person, it is said that those who have seen her appearance will be shocked by heaven and man, and they will dream of her.

But Changsun Xiyan never pretends to any man, she focuses on the immortal way, and doesn't care about the rest of the food.

but......"

A smile appeared on the corner of Chen Luo's mouth, "But, does she like poetry?"

Gu Xiaolou was not surprised that Chen Luo could guess, after all, what he said was so obvious.

Gu Xiaolou nodded and said, "Changsun Xiyan has been with Yun Tianqiu since she was a baby, and she has been fascinated by it since she was a child, and she also likes poetry very much.

Therefore, many people in Dajing City began to study the skills of writing poems in order to please the elder Sun Xiyan, and the style of writing prevailed.

Many sons of immortal cultivating families and heirs of Xianzong, in order to win a smile on their faces, spent a lot of money to buy poems and send them to Xuantianjiao for the eldest grandson Xiyan to appreciate.

This also led to the rapid improvement of the status of the literati in the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty. They don't know how grateful they are to Changsun Xiyan. "

Chen Luo showed a thoughtful expression, and asked with a smile, "Then, how can you guarantee that your poems will definitely impress Changsun Xiyan."

"I have absolute certainty!"

"Oh?" Chen Luo showed interest, "Read one first and listen."

"It's fine to read it to you, but you have to make sure you finish listening, and let my sister go first."

Gu Xiaolou stared at Chen Luo and said slowly.

"That depends on the poems you make."

"Then you listen."

Gu Xiaolou calmly opened his mouth and said, "When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past. The small building was in the east last night, and the old country can't bear to look back in the moonlight. The carved railings and jade should still be there, but the red face has changed. Ask you How much sorrow can there be? It’s like a river of spring water flowing eastward.”

After Gu Xiaolou finished reading, he originally wanted to see the expression of shock or surprise in Chen Luo's eyes, but found that the other party's face was full of faint smiles, with a hint of sarcasm.

At this time, the people in the live broadcast room couldn't help but feel a little strange seeing this place.

"Hahaha, the anchor failed to pretend to be coercive. This immortal cultivator didn't understand this poem."

"It shouldn't be. This is Empress Li's deadly word. Even if you don't understand the poem, you can still feel the majestic meaning in it."

"Okay, what are the dead words to memorize. You are so stupid, the anchor, Li Bai's bold and unrestrained style can shock these natives!"

"That's right, raising a glass to relieve sorrow makes sorrow worse, drawing a knife to cut off water makes water flow more, once you read it out, it's guaranteed to shock his jaw!"

"Pfft, that brothel lady has been moved to tears by this poem!"

......

At this time, Gu Qingqing was holding onto Gu Xiaolou with tears in her eyes, her eyes were full of sadness, "Xiaolou, good fortune has tricked people, which brought the fate of our Gu family to this point. It's my sister who is useless and can't take you out of this cage."

Gu Qingqing didn't doubt her younger brother at all, and thought that Gu Xiaolou's post was because of her life experience, her face was full of sadness and pain.

"Okay, what a question, how much sorrow can you have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward."

At this time, a voice of applause suddenly came from outside the door, and the tone was quite excited, "I feel that Jinxi's writing is natural and fast-paced, with a sad mood, but the words are grand and majestic. It is really a quatrain in the world! After Gu, there really is ..."

"Did you talk?"

Chen Luo didn't wait for the person below to finish speaking, so he waved his hands behind his back in an understatement.

As soon as a person dressed as a scholar walked into Tianxiangfang, there was a crisp slap on the face, and then flew out in the air, spitting blood.

With a scream, the scholar knocked over a bunch of people from Tianxiangfang in the air, as well as Lian Shengrong who looked astonished.

Gu Qingqing and his brother stood opposite Chen Luo, and they happened to be able to see the situation downstairs.

Seeing this scene, the two of them couldn't help but change their expressions.

The third floor was tens of meters away from the door, Chen Luo didn't even look at it, just waved his hand lightly, and sent a person flying out.

Gu Xiaolou and Gu Qingqing are not stupid, the person who came in just now must be a cultivator, and his strength is not low.

Because Lian Shengrong dared to let the other party in, and when he came in, he also swaggered, which undoubtedly showed that the other party was very confident.

There was chaos outside at this time, the scholar dressed the man up with the help of the guards, and managed to stand up from the ground, but the left side of his face was so swollen that he couldn't see his true colors anymore.

His handsome appearance just now disappeared in an instant, leaving only a terrified and inexplicable expression, because he hadn't figured out what happened.

Chapter 667 Three Thousand Poems

When this person came in, he clearly felt that Chen Luo only had the cultivation base of the third level, and it was not easy to deal with a third level person with his strength of the fourth level.

But he never expected that he would be pulled out before he could finish his sentence.

What's even more weird is that he didn't feel any spiritual power fluctuations, and there was no trace at all, but he was beaten for no reason.

He asked himself that even if he was facing a monk in the fifth realm, it would be impossible for him to not have the slightest backhand strength and not feel the slightest aura.

"impossible!?"