Apricot blossom forest.
The Xumi Immortal Gate, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly shone with a burst of light, and chaos emerged from the gate.
In the chaos, three figures slowly walked out.
The leader is young and handsome, with a handsome appearance and a pair of eyes as deep as the stars.
There was a man and a woman following behind. Although the woman was not very old, she had a graceful figure and a frosty look, which made her stand out from thousands of miles away.
The man has not lost his youthful innocence, but he still has some outstanding temperament and looks very intelligent.
"Finally out!!"
After Li Zeyang walked out of the Xumi Immortal Gate, he couldn't help but suck in the air.
ah! In the outside world, even the air is sweet!
"Why, did you feel wronged in the mountain gate?" Yan Chu asked with narrowed eyes.
"Uh... no, no, the spiritual energy in the mountain gate is rich, and the environment is countless times better than outside!" Li Zeyang quickly defended.
Although Mu Qingqian said nothing, she was admiring the scenery in the apricot blossom forest. Although she was already used to the life in the mountain gate, the inside of the mountain gate was too otherworldly, without the smell of people, as if she was in a dream.
Now that I have left the mountain gate, I feel like I have returned to reality.
Yan Chu turned over and mounted his horse, and said to Li Zeyang and Li Zeyang, "Let's set off quickly and arrive at Yong'an City before dark."
"Yes!" The two quickly mounted their horses.
Half a month has passed and the apricot flowers in the apricot forest have withered a lot. Perhaps it has just rained in the morning. The road is covered with red and white petals. When the horse's hoof steps down, most of them are gone. There is a touch of moisture in the air, as if mixed with the fragrance of flowers.
Li Zeyang was so excited that he couldn't help but said: "Master, my disciple has felt something in his heart after seeing this beautiful scenery. He is very interested in poetry. Can you recite a poem?"
"Yin." Yan Chu glanced at Li Zeyang and thought to himself: Please start your performance.
"The apricot blossoms contain dew and fragrant snow, the flowers have faded to red and green, and the apricots are small. The white crane dances in the forest, and the forest leaves are still full of red... Master, how is my poem?" Li Zeyang said proudly.
That's it?
It is full of rhetoric and shows off its literary talents. If Yan Chu were to give this poem a score, he would give it fifty points at most.
Mu Qingqian, on the other hand, nodded thoughtfully after listening to it. It seemed that he was quite satisfied with Li Zeyang's poem.
Yan Chu couldn't bear to attack Li Zeyang, so he said:
"Okay."
"It's okay?" Li Zeyang was unconvinced, "Master, even the senior sister thought this poem was good after hearing it. Your vision is too high. Maybe this disciple has a chance to become a poetry immortal. It's all up to you. No more pressure."
"Oh, you are the only one who is still a Shixian. I don't judge you because I'm afraid of hurting you too much." Yan Chu said with a smile.
When Mu Qingqian saw that Yan Chu, a dignified leader, could still fight with his disciples, he said, "How about the leader also write a poem?"
"Don't mention one, I can write several at will and you will be convinced!"
Yan Chu lowered his head and thought for a moment, then blurted out:
"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and passers-by on the road are dying. I want to ask where the restaurant is, and the nursery rhyme on the road refers to Xinghua Village!"
As soon as this poem came out, Li Zeyang's eyes suddenly widened.
He thought his poems were pretty good, but compared with the poems Yan Chu recited casually, they were even worse!
Mu Qingqian's eyes also flashed with surprise.
Unexpectedly, the leader is not only very powerful, but also very literary and well-spoken!
Yan Chu didn’t think too much and continued to read:
"To the north of Gushan Temple and to the west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.
In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud.
The random flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves.
My favorite part of the lake is the east side of the lake, where the green poplar trees shade the white sand embankment. "
What a poem! !
Li Zeyang almost dismounted and knelt down in front of Yan Chu. Thinking of how confident he had been just now, now he felt his face was hot and ashamed.
"The light rain on the sky street is as moist as butter, and the color of grass looks far away but not up close.
The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than smoke and willows all over the imperial capital. "
"Master! Stop reading!" Li Zeyang suddenly shouted.
Yan Chu asked with a puzzled look on his face: "What's wrong? My poems are not good?"
"It's not impossible, it's great!" Li Zeyang said with a grimace, "Compared with you, the disciples are almost illiterate. If the master continues to read, the disciples will be afraid that they will have inner demons, and they will not dare to write or write for the rest of their lives."
Yan Chu didn't have any reaction on the surface, but actually he was laughing in his heart.
Haha, people from other worlds, how can my Chinese poetry be comparable to yours? Just pick out a few of the three hundred Tang poems and they will become your eternal famous lines!
Mu Qingqian also expressed admiration: "If the master goes to the Black and White Academy and Nandou Pavilion to recite poems, I don't know how many literary talents will leave with blushes."
"Qingqian, you are wrong about this." Yan Chu said with a serious face.
"What's wrong?"
"To deal with those guys, I don't need to recite poems. I can just go to that station and defeat them with my face!" Yan Chu said coquettishly.
Mu Qingqian was stunned for a moment, then nodded thoughtfully: "Indeed, with the master's level of cultivation, he can defeat those guys even without taking action."
“…”
While they were talking, the three of them had already ridden their horses and walked out of the apricot blossom forest.
In the grass outside the apricot blossom forest, Protector Right, who was already drowsy, suddenly became energetic!
He quickly pushed Qi Jun, who was sleeping next to him, to wake up, and said with great surprise:
"Elder Qi Jun, that fellow Yan Chu has appeared!"
Qi Jun opened his eyes drowsily. He originally wanted to sleep for a while, but after hearing the name Yan Chu, he suddenly woke up!
"Yan Chu appeared?! Where is he?" Qi Jun asked.
"Right ahead, just out of the Apricot Blossom Forest, there are two disciples traveling with him. They should be Li Zeyang, the son of Mu Qingqian, the daughter of the lord of Yong'an City, and Li Fugui!"
"Okay! God is helping me!!"
Qi Jun was extremely happy: "Before, outside the big pine forest, he had too many disciples accompanying him, and we could not guarantee that no fish would slip through the net. But now there are only three of them, and it is easy for us to catch him!"
The right protector is still a little worried: "But, Yan Chu holds a magic weapon, what if we are not his opponent?"
"Haha, have you forgotten that Yan Chu killed Liu Guangshan of Tianwu Pavilion and the Supreme Elder?" Qi Jun sneered, "I had already passed the news to the head of Tianwu Pavilion half a month ago, and the head of Tianwu Pavilion was furious. , now that he knows that Yan Chu comes out of the mountain, he will definitely come to trouble him personally. When the time comes, we... "
The right protector immediately understood and couldn't help laughing:
"As expected of Elder Qi, this trick of a mantis stalking a cicada and an oriole behind it is really convincing to me!"
Qi Jun stared at Yan Chu and the three people who were talking and laughing, and a layer of gloom appeared on his face:
"Yan Chu, let me see if you die this time!"
(End of chapter)