I created the world

How could a monk in the third realm have such strength.

The man unbelievably circulated his spiritual power, arranged several layers of protective aura outside his body at the same time, and sacrificed a defensive magic weapon.

After thinking that everything was safe, he raised his foot and was about to continue walking into Tianxiangfang, but unexpectedly, there was another sharp pain in his right cheek, and his figure flew nearly ten meters into the air again, and rolled down on the street.

"Wow!"

He opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood, and there were several teeth in the blood.

This time, not only the man was stunned, but Sheng Rong was also stunned.

Almost in an instant, the aura of body protection and the magic weapon of defense on that person were shattered, as if there was nothing at all.

No matter how dull Sheng Rong and the others are at this time, they still understand that Chen Luo is not just as simple as the third level.

"I'll go back and return!"

The man left behind a vague sentence, and ran away in a panic.

His face was as swollen as a pig's head at this moment, how could he have the face to stay here.

When Gu Xiaolou watched the monk being slapped away for the second time, he knew that the situation might be different from what he expected. The person in front of him was unexpectedly powerful.

I'm afraid what Chen Luo said is not afraid of the Seventh Prince, not just arrogant, but really has the confidence.

"continue."

Gu Xiaolou was stunned for a moment, but he didn't dare to refuse at this moment, so he had to say again, "Wu Yan went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree was locked in the deep courtyard..."

Before Gu Xiaolou finished reciting it, Chen Luo interrupted with a smile, "The cuts are constant, and the reasoning is still chaotic. It's the sorrow of parting, not just the general feeling in my heart."

Gu Qingqing and Gu Xiaolou were stunned for an instant. Gu Qingqing was shocked by the second half of Chen Luo's words, which perfectly matched the first half, just like a poem.

The reason why Gu Xiaolou was shocked was that it was really just a poem!

But how did Chen Luo know?

Is this guy a player?

"Wow, hahaha, the anchor looks confused!"

"This is a typical example of pretending to be coercive but getting caught, hahahaha, I'm laughing to death!"

"Pfft, the anchor must be thinking, who am I? Where am I? Am I still in reality?"

"This guy is a player right?"

"It must be a player. I guess they came to find fault after hearing that "Water Tune Getou"."

......

"Are you a player?"

With a shocked expression on his face, Gu Xiaolou asked a question in Mandarin.

Chen Luo pretended not to understand, but just smiled lightly, "Is it strange why I know the meaning of this word?"

With a wave of Chen Luo's hand, a thick ancient book appeared in his hand, and he threw it at Gu Xiaolou.

Gu Xiaolou took the book in astonishment, and then saw "Three Thousand Poems" written on the cover, and the author was signed by Li Taibai.

With a thump in his heart, he immediately turned to the first page.

"Don't you see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky..."

"Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu hook frost and snow..."

Gu Xiaolou ran several pages, all of which were poems written by Li Bai.

He turned back abruptly, not only Li Bai, Du Fu, Li Houzhu, Li Qingzhao, Xin Qiji, Liu Yong, etc., but also the works of famous poets and poets in history.

Gu Xiaolou casually flipped through a few pages, which were basically masterpieces of those celebrities.

This thick pile is not only included in Tang Poetry and Song Ci, as long as it is those famous poems through the ages, almost all of them are included.

Gu Xiaolou was stunned for a moment, feeling his face was a little hot, just now he boasted that he did it by himself, now he took out a collection of works and slapped him in the face.

At the same time, he also had some doubts in his heart, as well as a feeling of grief and indignation, which bastard made such a quick move!

I have already printed all my works into books. I don’t know that poetry is like squeezing toothpaste. It’s the most powerful when you take it out bit by bit!

Now my way is also blocked!

"It can't be done, I'm laughing to death, whoever is so awesome has already published a collection of poems!"

"This is the real way to walk the path of others, so that others have nowhere to go! (Funny.jpg)"

"Our poetry fairy Li Taibai, I'm afraid I never dreamed that he would be famous again in another world?"

"Should it be the person in front of me who did it?"

"The anchor's wishful thinking is gone, hahaha!"

......

When they saw the collection of poems in the live broadcast room, everyone laughed and began to gloat.

At this time, Gu Xiaolou felt that something was wrong. If this collection of poems was really published, it would probably have been spread everywhere in Dajing City, and the song "When will the moon shine" would not cause a sensation.

Chen Luo could see through what Gu Xiaolou was thinking at a glance. In fact, when he heard Gu Qingqing sing this song, he decided to completely block this road.

Because there are always people who want to use things in reality to make profits in the world of Xianxia instead of focusing on cultivation. With more and more players in the future, it will only bring the atmosphere of Xianxia world.

Therefore, Chen Luo simply put all the poetry collections on the shelves of bookstores in all ethnic groups in the mainland of Kyushu.

It won't be long before these poems will be known by everyone who recites them, and if some players shamelessly say that they did it, it will only increase the jokes.

Moreover, Chen Luo not only blocked poetry, but also banned all classic novels.

As long as it is a masterpiece in reality, such as the Red Chamber of the Marsh, it cannot be recalled in the world of Xianxia, ​​nor can it be presented in words in the live broadcast room.

Chen Luo spread his hands and smiled, "Look, your last bit of use value is gone, you'd better get out as soon as possible, don't stay and spoil my good deeds."

Chen Luo said, striding towards Gu Qingqing's position.

Gu Xiaolou knew that it was impossible to run away, but he was still not reconciled. He threw the poetry collection in his hand towards Chen Luo, then pulled Gu Qingqing around and ran downstairs.

But as soon as he lifted his foot, he realized that while running, the two of them not only didn't run far, but flew upside down towards Chen Luo's position.