Chapter 242

"Senior brother! Are you swollen?! Senior brother! "

"Senior brother! Wake up... "

"Younger martial brother, don't scare me... Younger martial brother

At the end of a poem, the poets and monks who gambled with Jiang Lin fainted to the ground one after another, and their breath was disordered.

The rest of the monks also spewed out a mouthful of old blood, and the realm was a little unstable.

Friars' cultivation is nothing more than two aspects: one is the accumulation of spiritual power, the other is the persistence of their own cultivation path and the understanding of Tao heart.

But now, this little flower picker! The man who specializes in sword cultivation and sideline flower picking did such a good poem!

In the professional field, even a little flower picker is not as good as! I'm not willing!

Thinking about it, many people spewed out their old blood, and the scene was once chaotic.

......

However, compared with the chaotic scenes of those monks, more people are still constantly recalling this poem, especially the last two sentences. The more they read, the more delicious and touching

"Many people are looking for him. Suddenly looking back, the man was in the dim light... "

The last sentence is not so gorgeous, but it is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

How many times have I looked in the crowd? When I suddenly looked back, the woman was still there, where the lights were scattered.

This poem was originally used by the poet to express his ambition in poetry to express the feelings of senior scholar Xin Qiji who didn't want to go with others.

However, Jiang Lin is not a politician, but an immortal and a... Flower picker

So emotions are completely different.

This poem first describes the lively Lantern Festival with gorgeous words, but unexpectedly, it does express the search for a woman in the end.

The last sentence reflects the "special romantic style" of the flower picker.

How many times have I called you? Looking back, you are still in the dim lights, waiting for me with a smile.

How romantic this is! What dog food

"Suddenly looking back, the man was in the dim light..."

The elder martial sister by the river has already held her forehead. The girl with shaking eyes tightly pinches her skirt, speaks to herself, and her cheeks are crimson.

Isn't this poem written by Xiao Lin for himself?

Even in the girl's mind, he had made up that he was wearing a plain skirt and a pearl hairpin. Standing in the dim light, he looked for himself thousands of times and finally saw himself.

He and Xiaolin look at each other with hazy eyes

Similarly, Chen's marriage is also holding her skirt tightly, so ashamed that she can't lift her head

Did Jiang Lin finally remember? Remember when you were a child?

"The crowd is looking for him."

Did Jiang Lin find himself for a long time?

Big fool... Where do you need someone else... They're right next to you

In addition, among the fox demons from Wanyao state, they are naturally infatuated, and they are moved by this poem.

Bai Ling and Bai Qiao changed their impression of the flower picker one after another.

This person is indeed very frivolous, but in that frivolous chest, does he have such a infatuated heart?

Or did he actually like a girl, but he couldn't find it all the time, so he had to indulge himself in despair?

In fact, what Bai lingbai Qiao and others didn't notice was that the owner around him had lowered his eyes.

In the woman's mind, the scenes spent with him at that time could not help but emerge.

"The crowd is looking for him."

Inadvertently, a touch of joy flashed through the woman's heart.

But soon this joy sank into the heart lake.

How is that possible?

Master has already deleted his childhood memory about himself. How can he remember it??

But if he didn't think of it, why did he make such a poem?

Thinking, the woman shook her head and laughed at herself for her fluctuating mind.

When do you feel like a little girl who is happy, angry and sad because of a man's word?

At the same time, on the riverside, both friars and ordinary mortal women could not help wetting their eyes

It turns out that those rumors are wrong

Who says childe Jiang is really romantic? In fact, people are really special

In order to find a woman, childe Jiang searched thousands of times.

Did Mr. Jiang find it? If you don't find it, isn't it a praying fantasy? Otherwise, how can words be so sad?

No, childe Jiang is really pathetic. I really want to take childe Jiang into my arms and comfort him

For a time, the atmosphere along the empty river changed.

Jiang Lin found that many girls were looking at themselves with tears in their eyes,

What the hell is this?

The reason why I chose this poem is that it is indeed a masterpiece, and its skills are superior to those of others, but why do so many girls look at themselves with so much love?

This is not right

For a long time, the elder of the ethereal sect also came back from the repeated poems.

Looking at Jiang Lin, especially when he made this poem, the elder was very reluctant.

The elder knew that it was impossible for Jiang Lin to lose.

The theme of tonight's poetry meeting was originally to celebrate the prosperity of the ethereal Lantern Festival.

But now, Jiang Lin not only paints the prosperity, but also sublimates the emotion. Who else would want to write poetry to humiliate himself?

Unfortunately, if only this young hero could come to his sect.

He is not only young and handsome, but also a sword monk and a poet monk. However, from the verses, it can be heard that he already has her in his heart.

Otherwise, if you get it, you really want to speak to the patriarch, hoping to betroth martial nephew Moli to him.

In fact, men have three wives and four concubines. If martial nephew Mo Li becomes the main palace, it's not bad. Jiang Lin may already have a very important her in his heart. It's estimated that he can't be the main palace

"Does anyone want to write poetry tonight?"

The voice of the elder of the ethereal sect spread, but it was just a polite question.

If someone can really make a masterpiece beyond this word, I'm afraid it will be handed down through the ages tonight.

In fact, when this hand was made, everyone tonight, because of this poem, was also recorded in history.

On the river bank, many monks were angry and dizzy, but no one shouted.

Looking at the monks of the poets, the musicians, painters and other monks who gambled with Jiang Lin were so anxious that their clothes were torn. They wanted to scold the genealogy of the monks of the poets all over!

Where are your poets and monks? Not even a flower picker?!

When they looked at Jiang Lin again, they were even more helpless. They really didn't expect that the flower picker could write poetry as well?

But they can't say anything. After all, as long as it is "one art" to crush the heroes.

Now the art of poetry has been achieved. If you want to "ask" Jiang Lin for other skills, I'm afraid you will be criticized by others.

Just when the ethereal sect wanted to announce Jiang Lin's victory with regret, unexpectedly, Jiang Lin himself said loudly:

"I have three skills to enjoy with you!"