People who stay alone after sleeping for a long time,

The west wind blows the leaves and the city is full of sorrow.

"Look! This poem seems to be quite good...it seems to be written by Miss Jianjia from Hou's Mansion."

"It's really good! It's so delicious! Miss Jianjia is famous for her talent, but I don't know... Is this poem enough to make the treasure arc burst into white light?"

"It's exploded! Look... The colorful treasure criticism has exploded, but it's not white light, it's green light. Could it be... it's higher than the song "Brother Fang just now, the moon-giving song?"

...

Originally, these young men and talented men were still damaging Tang Can, but then the Five Colored Treasure Mirror burst out with green light, which immediately attracted everyone's eyes.

"Wow! The poem written by Sister Jianjia is indeed very talented."

Fang Yeying was proud and looked at Zhao Jianjia as if she was seeking credit. Her eyes seemed to say, if I hadn't sent your poem over, the pearl would have been covered with dust.

"This is a poem written by Xiaoqi? Not bad! Not bad! It's really good. My little daughter's grief is very appropriate!"

As the third brother, Zhao Ziyun also commented happily when he saw this.

Su Zhao, holding the colorful treasure critic in his hand and being illuminated by a green light on his head, was even more excited.

Because he felt a force that was at least five times larger than "Sending the Moon" just now, he rushed into the Five Colored Treasure Mirror and his body.

"Green light! Zhao Jianjia is really a talented woman, and she can actually write poems about green light. She used to think she was not worthy of me, but now it seems... she is a bit qualified. This time she went down the mountain and went out of the island, and the harvest was really great..."

Su Zhao, who was relaxed in body and mind, looked up at the empty image that was interpreted in the air with a smile on her lips.

The picture is very simple. There is a half-month hang in the sky. There is a graceful woman leaning alone by the window on the small building, full of sorrow, making people feel pity when they look at me.

Everyone present recognized it at a glance. This graceful figure was the poet Zhao Jianjia himself.

She leaned against the tall building, but her eyes looked into the distance, as if she was missing someone.

The awesome thing about this colorful treasure appraisal is that even the characters Zhao Jianjia missed in the picture slowly outlined and emerged in the air.

"Look, that's the face of a man. This is actually a poem about Miss Jianjia's thoughts!"

"Wow! I want to see how amazing and beautiful men can make a talented woman like Miss Jianjia feel so sad and longing for her in the middle of the night?"

...

As Zhang Shuai Jue Daliang's face became more and more obvious, the young men and talents present widened their eyes, and then turned their heads to look.

Who else can have such a handsome face besides Tang Can?

Oh my God!

Will you still let people live?

Zhao Jianjia is the beauty that many young men and talents dream of in Shunyi City. I am afraid that these talented men who are present can publish a collection of love poems written for Zhao Jianjia over the past year.

However, I have never heard of anyone who can capture Miss Jianjia's heart and be lucky enough to receive a poem from her.

However, today, Zhao Jianjia wrote this poem in public to look at the moon and think about the spring, thinking about this great man from the small town of Jinling, who was known as the reincarnation of the Immortal Lord.

The water is flowing out!

How can these young men in Shunyi City not make them angry?

"Tang Can!!! It turned out to be him!"

Su Zhao, who had a green light on her head, could no longer laugh. His face froze and his eyes were staring at Tang Can in the crowd.

"Huh? That guy with a green head, can you fall in love with me? Why are you staring at me so hard?"

Tang Can said that he was not surprised at all about appearing in Miss Jianjia's poem "Sichun". You should know that in Jinling City, at least seven or eight of the ten older widows dream about Tang Can.

On the contrary, Su Zhao's hostile gaze made Tang Can feel very unhappy. He was lacking in the cultivation technique of immortals, and before he could even make an idea of ​​you, you dare to expose your hostility first?

In fact, it was not only Su Zhao, but also the young men and talented men next to them, if they had not been concerned about their respective identities and cultivation, they would have been beaten up by Tang Can long ago.

Zhao Jianjia, whose artistic conception in the poem was analyzed, was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into it.

This little thought of my daughter's family was so openly presented to so many people, especially the hero Tang Can, who also saw it, was really embarrassing and embarrassing.

So much so that Zhao Jianjia did not even ask for the reward given by Su Zhao, so she quickly covered her face and hid behind the gauze curtain.

Seeing this, Su Zhao felt so angry that he was so angry that Zhao Jianjia was the Taoist furnace and cauldron he had booked. How could he be the first to be occupied by an ignorant mortal?

With a calm face, Su Zhao could no longer maintain a transcendent attitude at this time, and did not talk about the demeanor of an immortal cultivator. She sneered at Tang Can with contempt: "Young Master Tang, you are really amazing. Just one day after arriving in Shunyi City, she had already captured the hearts of countless women.

I heard that you are the reincarnation of the Immortal Lord. Every immortal king in the sky is a great figure who is extraordinary and amazing. Even many reincarnated immortal kings have left many popular poems and songs in the history of various countries. I believe that the poems written by the Immortal Lord of Tang will be famous in history..."

Speaking of this, Su Zhao deliberately circulated his true energy on his fingertips and pointed gently in front of Tang Can.

Suddenly, the rice paper in front of Tang Can floated into the air and appeared in front of everyone in a blank space.

"Huh? Xianjun Tang, how dare you ask the poem you wrote? Or is your so-called reincarnated Xianjun just a guy with no ink in your stomach?"

Along with Su Zhao's ridicule, a loud laugh broke out immediately on the scene.

Zhao Ziju, Shangguan Tianming and others, who were not happy with Tang Can, laughed out loudly at this time, and even made a few more words of hard work.

I have to say that Su Zhao's sarcastic words are very skillful, and it is obvious that he has also investigated Tang Can's origin in detail before.

Especially in response to Tang Can's fabrication of the reincarnation of the Immortal Lord, Su Zhao almost said that Tang Can was pretending to be a god and pretending to be a reincarnation of the Immortal Lord.

"Oh! Brother Tang, look... Look... I just asked you to write a few words casually, and it wouldn't be as embarrassing as it is now. If there were a few words on the paper, you would have rude that there was not enough time and was not enough to conceive a complete poem. It could be considered as finding a way out..."

Nangong Hua next to him was a good old man. He did not make fun of Tang Can, but was anxious about him.

It happened that Su Zhao's sarcastic words made an instant decision to confuse Tang Can.

OK! Since that's the case, let you ordinary people have a good experience of the Qionglou Yuyu where the immortals live!

Taking a step forward, Tang Can held a pen in his right hand and said to Su Zhao with a smile: "Brother Su is looking for a masterpiece of poetry. Bai Guang's "Sending the Moon" just now gave a [Heart Protection Pill]. What reward should Miss Jianjia's "Moon Sorrow" be? If I could write higher-grade poems, what kind of reward would it correspond to?"

"A higher-grade poem? Can you write it? The green light is blue light, and then purple light. The top one is golden light. I'm afraid that such a poem has never appeared in the whole world for thousands of years. If you can write it, what rewards you want, as long as I can give it... just take it..."

Holding a colorful treasure mirror, Su Zhao said disdainfully. He thought Tang Can was deliberately making excuses to procrastinate or make excuses at this time. Otherwise, if he could really write the poems about Guangguang, he would have finished writing long ago. Why would he be ridiculed until now?

Sure enough, after Su Zhao finished speaking, Tang Can deliberately frowned and asked, "Since that's the case, I am quite interested in the cultivation techniques of Penglai Immortal Sect. If I could really write a poem about golden light, can Brother Su pass on me the immortal skills you are learning now?"

"Bold! How can the immortal skills of my Penglai Immortal Sect be passed down? What's more, I am a disciple of the Nascent Soul Elder in the Sect, and I practice the Nascent Soul-level martial art "Golden Moon Skill". It's extremely precious. You are a small mortal, don't deserve to covet it?"

As soon as he heard that Tang Can wanted something immortal, Su Zhao immediately scolded him furiously.

After all, for any sect of immortal cultivation, the skills of this sect are secrets and the foundation of sect establishment.

Not to mention, Su Zhao learned the Nascent Soul-level martial arts, which are very precious in any sect of immortal cultivation.

Even though the senior brothers and sisters who were both under the Nascent Soul Elder and who started earlier than Su Zhao had a slightly less talent, they were not worthy of practicing the Nascent Soul-level "Golden Moon Art", but the Golden Pill-level "Red Moon Art".

Now, Tang Can is so bold that it is simply a delusion to ask for "Golden Moon Jue" as a reward.

"So? I, Tang Can, didn't expect that you, a man from the Immortal Sect, would be like us mortals, speak like farts. I just said that the golden light poems are extremely precious, and even if the reward is not an exaggeration, I now turn around and say I am not worthy?"

Tsk his mouth, Tang Can shrugged his shoulders and said to everyone, "Everyone has seen it, it's not that I don't want to write a peerless poem to open my eyes and improve my literary literacy.

He is really the son of our Duke's Mansion, a personal disciple of the Penglai Immortal Sect's Nascent Soul Elder. He is too stingy and can't get the reward I want. This poem...it's better if I don't write it!

As we all know, I am the reincarnation of the Immortal Lord, and the poem I want to write is naturally a poem like nature. This poem should only be found in heaven. How many times can I hear it in the world? Since Master Su is reluctant to give a reward, he is naturally not worthy of seeing this poem."

kindness?

As soon as Tang Can said this, Su Zhao, who was angry just now, immediately reacted. As expected, this was Tang Can's plan.

In order not to write poetry, I deliberately put forward some excessive demands as rewards.

This Tang Can is not simple!

He actually used this method to anger himself and also made a step forward. This turned out to be a problem for me, a disciple of the immortal sect?

No! No! No!

How could he be fooled with such an obvious conspiracy? He thought he would never use martial arts as a reward, so he dared to say that?

Humph! I, Su Zhao, won’t be fooled by you.

Moreover, I will never believe that you, Tang Can, could not even write a word when you stood there for half an hour. Can you really be there now? Can you write a poem that has passed down from generation to generation with golden light shining with the past and present?

Consuming this, Su Zhao quickly calmed down his anger and excitement, but instead stopped Tang Can, who wanted to leave the market with a smile, said with a smile: "Young Master Tang, why are you so anxious to leave? In principle, the immortal magic of this sect is absolutely not allowed to be circulated. But whoever wants to see what you really want to see, your poetry talent and the golden light in the legend. So..."

As he said that, Su Zhao took out the storage bag directly, took out a jade slip with a streamer on the surface, and placed it openly on the table in front of him, saying, "The jade slip records the "Golden Moon Art", one of the nine Nascent Soul Skills of Penglai Immortal Sect. I will put it here now. If Mr. Tang really could write a poem with golden light, even if it was taken, it would be a reward."

"Well? Mr. Su, this is true? This is given by your sect's commander. It is extremely precious and cannot be circulated outside the world! Do you no longer think seriously? What if I really get it and you regret it and want to kill me to silence me?"

Tang Can pretended to be surprised and embarrassed, and advised Su Zhao to think carefully again with a very "kind intention".

When Su Zhao saw Tang Can's expression, she felt even more at ease. She smiled and waved her hand and said, "What are you saying? Before I entered the Immortal Sect, I am also the prince of the Duke of the Guardian Mansion. What I said represents the reputation of the Duke of the Guardian Mansion. Now I am walking outside as a disciple of the Penglai Immortal Sect. Every word and action is the face of the Penglai Immortal Sect. How could I not stop talking and do the despicable act of killing people and silence?"

As he said that, Su Zhao pointed to the people present and said, "Even though Mr. Tang uses his talents to write poems, the nobles present can testify for you. I am willing to use the immortal method as a reward. If you have the ability, just take it away."

"Yes, yes! Mr. Tang, we can testify for you."

"Stop being stubborn, Mr. Tang, if you can really write peerless poems, start writing quickly! I'll wait until the flowers fade."

"He has written it long ago, so he has to delay it until now? He is just a clown. Only a man in the fairy sect of Mr. Su would not be fooled by him and let him escape. Now, the reward is promised, and it depends on what he can write..."

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Obviously, everyone present was not optimistic about Tang Can.
To be continued...