v5 Chapter 455： The Poetry Club opens, and the culture soars to the sky

At the climax of the moon, there was another knock on the door.

Chen Luo slowly opened his eyes, and asked cautiously, "Who?"

"My lord, everyone is here, and the Jingze poetry meeting is about to begin." The voice of a magpie spirit came from outside the door, and Chen Luo breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and opened the door.

Walking out of the snail house, Chen Luo looked around, and saw that there were no less than four or five hundred monsters on this small island, standing at the door of their respective houses one by one. The Japanese essence is too violent, so the Yaozu often uses the moonlight to cleanse their blood. Therefore, as long as the Yaozu who is successful in cultivation does not intend to control it, even if they do not breathe it, they will spontaneously absorb the moonlight.

Normally, the more moonlight absorbed spontaneously, the greater the blood potential.

At this time, Chen Luo looked around, and there were a few of the monsters on the island with moonlight covering them like robes.

First of all, Jin Chen of the Dapeng clan who had a little conflict with Chen Luo. At this time, he was no longer accompanied by a demon girl. He seemed to be aware of Chen Luo's gaze.

Then there is Chen Luo's old acquaintance—Bai Qingqing from Qingqiu Demon Country. Although Bai Qingqing is a half-monster, the moonlight falling on her body is far more than that of ordinary monsters. She felt Chen Luo's gaze and turned her head to Chen Luoxing a blessing.

The third one is the bold and unrestrained She Xiangxiang. She Xiangxiang met Chen Luo's sight expectantly, with charm in her eyes, and said via voice transmission: "Want to sleep?"

Chen Luo laughed dumbfounded, turned his gaze, and looked at the brilliance of the fourth moon.

It was a little monkey. It didn't take human form, but the monster body, with golden hair all over its body, sitting cross-legged like a human, with its five hearts facing the sky.

"My man, don't provoke that monkey." She Xiangxiang's voice transmission fell into Chen Luo's ears, "That's Shi Maner from the ape clan, moody, but very capable. If you provoke him, I'm afraid I won't be able to protect him you."

At this time, the monkey also opened its eyes, glanced at Chen Luo, was stunned for a moment, then grinned at Chen Luo: "After the poetry meeting, I have a chance to have a drink."

"Okay!" Chen Luo nodded, it seemed that the other party had seen his real Bai Ze.

Human race Bai Mo is on the first floor, monster race Bai Ze is on the second floor, and barbarian Dou Erdun is on the third floor. In this wave, Martial Daoist Chen Luo stands on the fourth floor.

Shi Man'er nodded, and resumed his meditating posture, but his invitation caused an uproar in the surroundings.

You know, Shi Man'er has a noble lineage, he is the descendant of the two ancestor demons, and he is also the direct descendant of the first-class ape clan of the demon clan, so there are not a few monster clans who want to befriend them. But when Shi Man'er was arrogant, except for Jin Chen and Bai Qingqing who would respond, the others ignored him.

At this time, they actually took the initiative to make friends, and everyone couldn't help but turn their eyes to Chen Luo.

Who is this human race?

At that moment, Dapeng Jinchen snorted coldly, Bai Qingqing's eyes showed more interest, but She Xiangxiang's eyes narrowed into a slit, as if her man was respected outside, and she was as honorable as you.

Just when all the monsters were talking about each other, a white cloud descended from the sky, and Chen Luo's eyes lit up. On the white cloud was the Lord Si Zhu, his nephew, Bai Sanqian.

Before Chen Luo could respond, the magpie spirits beside him knelt down first, and shouted: "I have seen the mighty and mighty Lord of Chengde!"

Almost at the same time, there was the sound of magpies saluting in all directions, but most of the monster clans who were not in the Sizhu Kingdom also bowed their hands, which was regarded as a salute.

However, Bai Sanqian's figure only appeared for a moment, and then turned into a crane feather with a bang, and was touched by Mr. He beside him, and the crane feather radiated light and turned into an imperial decree.

It turns out that the monster race does not have the Anbang national skill like the official skill of the human race, so the transmission of the imperial edict is a blood token of the king himself. Obviously Bai Sanqian is He Yu.

Now that I think about Bai Sanqian's baldness, it's easy to understand.

Master He opened the imperial edict made by Crane Feather and read it aloud.

I don’t know if this imperial decree was written for Bai Sanqian’s portrait brush, parallel five Li six, squatting and squatting teeth, it’s easy to understand, the general idea is to praise the demons on the island, I hope they will play well , leaving a good sentence that has been passed on through the ages.

After reading the previous things, the following is the rules. Chen Luo participated in the Jingze Poetry Club for the first time, and paid special attention to it, but soon frowned.

It turned out to be a team.

Three people are allowed to form a team, and the culture of writing poems by three people will be combined into one place, and the winner or loser will be determined by the strength of Wenhua.

But looking at the calm expressions of the surrounding monsters, it was obvious that this was a common practice. But why no one mentioned it to me?

Are you too confident in yourself?

At this time, She Xiangxiang's voice transmission floated over again: "Xiao Langjun, do you want to team up with me? No matter whether you win or lose, the benefits belong to you. You just need to let me sleep with you."

Before Chen Luo could answer, Bai Qingqing's voice transmission also came over: "Brother, would you like to be on the team with Qingqing? The reward for the poetry fair is mine, but what reasonable request do you have for Qingqiu Yao?" The country can satisfy you."

Chen Luo bowed his hands to She Xiangxiang and Bai Qingqing, politely rejecting each other, but at this moment, the demons only saw some movements, and it was obvious that everyone had already reached an alliance before.

After a while, there were still only two people in a single team on the trail, one was Chen Luo, and the other was the monkey monster Shi Man'er.

When Master He saw that everyone was ready, he nodded and shouted: "Jingze Poetry Conference, open!"

After shouting this, Lord He threw the imperial decree into the sky, and the imperial decree turned into a crane feather again, and shot into the water surface at the edge of the path at high speed. In an instant, a majestic pillar of monster energy surged in the water, following Chen Luo The soles of my feet flicked.

The whole trail actually moved.

At this time, a huge head poked out from the bottom of the water, and Chen Luo realized what kind of trail it was, it was clearly a huge turtle, and Chen Luo looked back at the snail room, where was the snail, it was obviously tempered Melted barnacles.

No wonder the Jingze Lake is only opened during the Jingze Poetry Meeting. Presumably the giant turtle can't stay in Jingze Lake for long, and will move to another place after it is over, otherwise it will be infected by the devilish energy.

The giant turtle opened its mouth and let out a strange cry, and then Chen Luo saw countless blue carp swimming out of the turtle's mouth, hovering around the island.

At the same time, each carp peeled off a piece of fish scale, turned into a ray of light, shot towards the small island, and hovered above the path in a blink of an eye, reflecting the moonlight, a bit like shining stars.

"My lord, that's a stele fish." The magpie next to him knew that Chen Luo was participating in the poetry meeting for the first time, so he quickly explained, "There is a stele on the land, and there is a stele on the back of the turtle in the water. It's a stele without words."

"After a hundred years of practice, the wordless stele can turn into a stele fish. The stele fish falls off the stele scales, and as long as poetry is written on the stele scales, the corresponding carp will absorb Wenhua, and the carp with strong Wenhua will absorb Wenhua's weak carp."

"In the end, the carp turns into a dragon, and the dragon falls into a stele, and the wordless stele will be written poems."

After listening to Chen Luo, he knew it well. To put it simply, people wrote poems on the island, fish swallowed them in the water, and in the end the winner took all.

It is indeed a poetry meeting with the characteristics of the Yaozu, bloody. But let alone, such a comparison is also convenient.

At this time, the fish scales in the sky fell one by one, just as each of the monsters on the island had one piece. The fish scales looked very small, but they fell on the hands like a piece of rice paper spread out. It is definitely enough to write seven or eight poems .

"Master He, it's been a rule for many years, we all know it, let's come up with the question quickly." A demon clan was a little impatient, and shouted at Master He above the clouds.

Lord He was not angry, and said: "This time, the leader of the Poetry Club will split up the land and divide the borders in the Sizhu country. The matter is of great importance, so the topic is not announced by the official."

"Our company has invited great Confucians from the human race, great Confucians from the demon race, and a senior half-demon, and let them come up with the questions."

After finishing speaking, Master He bowed to the sky: "Please ask the three questions."

Only at this time did everyone realize that there was an empty boat above Mr. He's white cloud, and there were three people standing in the empty boat.

There was a person in the first place, dressed in a green shirt, full of righteousness, with a face as cold as ice. When Chen Luo saw this person, he was immediately overjoyed. It turned out that this great scholar of the human race was none other than the great scholar of Wenchang Pavilion who was finally able to travel on official business. Tower Guardian - Leng Hanbing.

Behind Leng Hanbing is a middle-aged woman with long cyan hair coiled up high, and the phoenix pattern between her eyebrows shows her identity - a half-demon blue bird.

The third one is an old bark man with a few leaves hanging on his head, obviously a plant becoming a demon.

The first of the three to speak was the half-demon blue bird. She glanced at all the demons on the island and said, "It's now March, and it's spring time."

"I have seen a lot of poems about welcoming spring and heralding spring. My topic today is: Sighing Spring!"

After finishing speaking, she took a step back, stepped forward Leng Hanbing, with an indifferent look, and said, "I've heard that the elite of the monster race intends to compete with the human race in terms of poetry and culture."

"He even said that he wanted to compete with Chen Wuhou."

"The old man's proposition today is the one that Chen Wuhou encountered when he was just a fledgling: lovesickness!"

"You can give it a try! Hmph!"

Listening to Leng Hanbing's speech, Chen Luo was both moved and helpless. Do I want to beat myself?

Immediately afterwards, the old tree stepped forward, with a vicissitudes of life and a kind voice: "I have not set foot in the world for a long time. I am lucky today. Let me ask a question: Return to the mountain!"

Three questions: sighing for spring, lovesickness, and returning to the mountain!

The monsters can choose one of the questions, or write all three questions, with an unlimited number and no time limit.

But If you are one step late and your own monument fish is swallowed by other people's monument fish, then you will lose the qualification for the competition.

No wonder it takes a group of three so it can get intense.

After the three questions were finished, all the monsters fell into thinking immediately, and the quick-thinking monsters had already started to write on the fish scales.

Chen Luo turned his mind slightly, and a poem emerged in his mind.

The first one is him!

Sigh spring!

He dipped in the ink and wrote on the fish scales—

The flowering period is negative every year. When the spring is over, it is only suitable to arrange for the sorrow to send the spring back.

Plum blossom snow, pear blossom moon, spring comes without knowing it.

In an instant, a Wen Hua soared into the sky among the fish!

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