After binding the longevity lottery system, my lottery will become stronger.

In the ruined temple, there is a bright bonfire.

Ye Lingtian was wearing a thick mink fur and was very close to the fire. He stretched out his hands and warmed himself to the fire with satisfaction.

Qin Jianjia was roasting a hare with a focused look on her face. The meat was golden and the fat was flowing in the fire, making a crackling sound.

Su Qingcheng carefully looked at the disaster relief in her hand. She tried many times but could not pull it out.

"Sir, why can't I pull out this sword?"

Su Qingcheng asked doubtfully, even if the sword was rusty and the rust was stuck in the scabbard, it would be impossible to pull it out under the great force.

She tried several times in succession, but found that she couldn't pull it out at all. It was as if the sword had fused with the scabbard, which was extremely strange.

Ye Lingtian said casually: "You definitely won't be able to pull it out. This is a spiritual sword. Only I can pull it out."

Su Qingcheng rolled her eyes: "It's weird to believe you. Just this rusty scrap metal and the Spiritual Sword..."

"Well, actually, this sword cannot be pulled out, because I asked the weapon refiner to fuse the scabbard and the sword body together. I told Fuyao before."

Ye Lingtian smiled.

"Um...melted together?"

Su Qingcheng was a little dumbfounded. The scabbard and the sword body were fused together. So what's the point of your sword?

Although the material of this scabbard is special, it is not sharp. You cannot always hold the scabbard against the enemy.

Knowing what Su Qingcheng was thinking, Ye Lingtian explained: "It's all about being cool!"

Su Qingcheng looked at Ye Lingtian speechlessly. No wonder Ye Lingtian asked them if this sword was cool before. It turned out that this was what he meant by cool.

The sword refiner was probably extremely speechless at the time when the sword body and scabbard were fused together. This was a completely bizarre operation.

"What is the material of this scabbard? It feels very special."

Su Qingcheng asked curiously again.

Ye Lingtian smiled and said: "A piece of meteorite seems to be called the Yinghuo Stone. When Yu Hongling saw it before, she wanted to snatch it away."

"The Yinghuo Stone of Hidden Sword Villa..."

Su Qingcheng looked at the scabbard in her hand in shock. Although she had never seen the Stone of Fire, she had heard of its name.

This is the treasure of Hidden Sword Villa, but it ended up in Ye Lingtian's hands, and it was even made into a scabbard?

spendthrift!

A true prodigal!

The Yinghuo Stone is a divine object of heaven and earth, indestructible, and can be used to forge a famous sword of excellent quality.

But it ended up being used by Ye Lingtian to make a scabbard? And it’s also the scabbard of a broken sword!

When Yu Hongling saw this thing, she probably thought not of robbing it, but that she was so angry that she vomited blood and wanted to kill someone.

It was a complete waste that such a treasure should be cast into a scabbard.

Qin Jianjia was also stunned for a while. Is this scabbard made of the stone of enchantment?

She couldn't help but look at Ye Lingtian, what kind of brain was this? This brain circuit is really incomprehensible.

The great Yinghuo Stone was something that everyone in the world wanted to fight for. For the sake of a broken sword, he forged it into a scabbard!

Fool, this silly son of a landlord!

The two women looked at the scabbard, feeling a little depressed, and felt that the object had been ruined.

after a little while.

The rabbit meat is roasted and sprinkled with the seasonings that Ye Lingtian brought with him. The aroma is fragrant.

The three of us had a hearty meal, which tasted great.

Ye Lingtian stood up and walked outside the ruined temple.

The two women followed.

At night, the moon is bright, the stars are dotted, and the clear springs flow in the mountains, with a hint of pure and pleasant sound, making people feel relaxed and happy.

Ye Lingtian said with a contented expression: "With this situation, I can't help but compose a poem."

"Sir, it's better not to do so!"

Su Qingcheng and Qin Jianjia spoke quickly.

As for Ye Lingtian's obscene words and bad poems, once he speaks, they will only pollute the quiet and beautiful scenery here.

Ye Lingtian frowned and said, "What? Do you think the young master's poetry is not good? I am familiar with the Book of Songs and Chuci at the age of three. I am proficient in poetry and poetry at the age of four. I can defeat countless great scholars at the age of five. I am called a generation of poetry immortals at the age of ten." ....."

The two women rolled their eyes at the same time. Is it just your bad poem? Any street gangster can tell you a few words.

Can that be called OK? What the hell is that?

Still a poet? Almost like a pervert.

"Ahem! The young master's poems are unmatched by anyone, but I'm not qualified to listen to them. I want to take a rest."

Su Qingcheng turned around subconsciously. Ye Lingtian's poems would only pollute her ears.

Ye Lingtian looked at the two women jokingly and said, "Looking at you, you don't believe me at all. How about this, let's take a gamble."

"What are you gambling?"

Qin Jianjia asked.

Ye Lingtian said: "I bet on whether I can write a good poem. If I can, you will each kiss me later. If you can't, I can agree to your request."

The two women looked at each other.

Su Qingcheng was playful: "If you can't do it, can you give me this sword?"

She was not interested in this sword, but she was very interested in the scabbard. If it was smelted some more, maybe it could be made into a good sharp sword.

Qin Jianjia said with disgust: "If you can't do it, you can't ride a horse with me tomorrow."

"Okay, I promise you."

Ye Lingtian agreed directly.

The Book of Songs, Chu Ci and Han Fu, Tang poetry, Song poetry and Yuan music were all at his fingertips, and he was sure to win.

Seeing Ye Lingtian agreeing so readily, the two women just smiled faintly. What good things could Ye Lingtian, a pervert, do?

Ye Lingtian looked at the beautiful scenery around him and said without any hesitation: "After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late and autumn comes. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear springs flow up the rocks."

"..."

Qin Jianjia and Su Qingcheng were stunned at first, and then carefully felt the artistic conception of the poem.

A little while.

There was shock in the eyes of the two women. This poem is really good, the artistic conception is perfect, and it fits the scene in front of them very well.

They were stunned that Ye Lingtian, a pervert, actually composed an excellent poem.

"How's it going? Now you know that my name as a Poet Immortal is no joke, right?"

Ye Lingtian looked at the two women with a look on his face.

"This poem...is absolutely perfect."

Qin Jianjia looked thoughtful, and felt a little surprised in her heart. This poem was natural and perfect, without any flaws, and had endless charm.

And those few words from last time are also extraordinary.

However, this poem should not have been copied. After all, the artistic conception of the poem matches the mountain scenery very well, and it seems more like it was improvised.

Ye Lingtian is a bit weird, making it even more difficult to see through.

Su Qingcheng took a deep look at Ye Lingtian. Does the third young master plan to continue pretending?

The tip of the iceberg has been exposed, are you preparing for a showdown?

There are rumors in the outside world that Ye Lingtian is uneducated, incompetent in literature and martial arts, and is also a prodigal and a womanizer. He is a complete waste.

How is the other party useless?

It is true to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger!

Ye Lingtian looked at the two girls with a smile on his face and said, "I would like to admit defeat. Can you two girls give us a kiss now?"