Chapter 27

Apricot blossom forest.

The door of xumixian, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly sparkled with a burst of light, and chaos emerged in the door.

The chaos, slowly out of three shadows.

The leader, young and handsome, has a pair of eyes as deep as the starry sky.

There is a man and a woman in the rear. Although the women are not very old, they are slim and graceful. They are cold and beautiful, and they refuse people thousands of miles away.

The man is still young and childish, but also has some outstanding temperament, looks rich in wisdom.

"Come out at last!"

After Li Zeyang walked out of Xumi immortal gate, he couldn't help but inhale the air.

Ah! The outside world, even the air is sweet!

"What, wronged you in the gate?" Yan Chu squinted and asked.

"Well No, it's not. There's a lot of aura in the mountain gate, and the environment is much better than outside! " Li Zeyang quickly explained.

Although Mu Qingqian didn't speak, she was also enjoying the scenery in the apricot blossom forest. Although she was very used to the life in the mountain gate, the mountain gate was too free from vulgarity and did not smell of human smoke, as if she were dreaming.

Now, leaving the gate, it seems to be back to reality.

Yan Chu got on his horse and said to Li Zeyang, "let's go quickly and get to Yong'an City before dark."

"Yes They quickly mounted the horse.

Half a month later, a lot of apricot flowers in the apricot blossom forest have withered. Maybe it was just raining in the morning. The red and white petals were covered all the way. When the horse's hooves stepped on it, it was less than half of the time. There was a faint wet feeling in the air, as if mixed with the fragrance of flowers.

Li Zeyang was so excited that he couldn't help but say, "master, when I get this beautiful scenery, my heart feels a little bit. Can you recite a poem?"

"Chant." Yan Chu glanced at Li Zeyang and thought to himself: please start your performance.

"The apricot flowers are full of dew, fragrant snow, the flowers are fading, the green apricots are small, the white cranes are dancing in the forest, and the forest leaves are still red Master, how is my poem? " Li Zeyang said triumphantly.

That's it??

If you want Yan Chu to score this poem, you can give it 50 points at most.

However, Mu Qingqian nodded thoughtfully after listening to it. It seemed that he was quite satisfied with Li Zeyang's poems.

Yan Chu couldn't bear to attack Li Zeyang, so he said:

"it's OK."

"OK?" Li Zeyang was unconvinced. "Headmaster, this poem is very good even to the elder martial sister. Your vision is too high. Maybe you have a chance to become a poet immortal. I'll beat you down."

"Oh, you are still a poetic immortal. I don't comment on you. I'm afraid it will hit you too much." Yan Chu said with a smile.

Mu Qing saw that the head of Yan Chu hall could fight with his disciples. He said, "why don't you write a poem?"

"Don't say a song, I can write several at random, so that you can be convinced!"

Yan Chu bowed his head and thought for a moment, and he spoke out directly:

"in the clear and bright season, it rains in succession, and the passers-by wants to lose their souls. If you ask where the restaurant is, the road nursery rhyme refers to Xinghua village!"

As soon as the poem came out, Li Zeyang immediately widened his eyes.

He thought his poems were pretty good, but compared with Yan Chu's poems, they were not as good as farts!

Mu Qingqian also flashed a startling color in his eyes.

I didn't expect that the leader was not only powerful, but also very literary and elegant!

Yan Chu didn't think about it too much, and continued to read:

"the water surface is flat and the cloud feet are low in the north of Gushan Temple.

A few early warblers fight for warm trees, whose new swallow pecks the spring mud.

Flowers gradually want to charm the eyes, shallow grass can not horseshoe.

Love the lake east, green poplar Yin Li white sand dike

Good poetry!!

Li Zeyang almost got off his horse and knelt down to Yan Chu. Thinking of his self-confidence just now, he only felt his face hot and cold.

"The sky street drizzles like crisp, and the grass color is far away but not near.

It's the best spring in the year. It's better than the imperial capital of tobacco and willows. "

"Master! Don't read it Li Zeyang suddenly exclaimed.

Yan Chu asked with a puzzled face: "what's the matter with this poem?"

"No, it's great." Li Zeyang said with a bitter face, "compared with you, the disciples are almost like illiterates. If the leader goes on reading, the disciples will be afraid of their own demons, and they will never dare to write or write."

On the surface, Yan Chu didn't have any reaction, but in fact he was already laughing.

Ha ha, the people of different world, my Chinese poetry can't be compared with you. If you take out a few of 300 Tang poems at random, you can become your eternal famous sentences!

Mu Qingqian also admired: "if the leader goes to the black and white academy and the Nandou pavilion to recite poems, I don't know how many literati talents will blush and leave."

"Qingqian, you are wrong about that." Yan Chu said solemnly.

"What's wrong?""To deal with those guys, we don't need to chant poems. We can defeat them by going directly to that station." Yan Chu said with disgust.

Mu Qingqian was stunned and nodded thoughtfully: "indeed, with the master's cultivation, even if you don't start, you can defeat those guys."

“……”

While talking, the three people have been riding horses, out of the apricot blossom forest.

In the grass outside the apricot blossom forest, the right Dharma protector, who was already drowsy, suddenly became energetic!

He quickly wakes Qi Jun, who is sleeping beside him, and says with great surprise:

"elder Qi Jun, Yan Chu has appeared!"

Qi Jun opened his eyes in a daze. He wanted to sleep for a while, but when he heard the name of Yan Chu, he suddenly woke up!

"Yan Chu appeared?! Where is he? " Qi Jun asked.

"Just ahead, just out of the apricot blossom forest, there are two disciples with him. It seems that they should be Qian Jin Mu Qingqian, the Lord of Yong'an City, and Li Zeyang, the son of Li Fugui!"

"Good! It's just God's help to me, too! "

Qi Jun was very happy: "before, he accompanied too many disciples outside the Da song forest. We can't guarantee that we won't miss the net. But now there are only three of them. It's easy for us to catch them!"

The right Dharma protector was still a little worried: "however, Yan Chu has a magic weapon in his hand. What if we are not his opponent?"

"Ha ha, did you forget that Yan Chu killed Liu Guangshan of tianwu Pavilion, and did you still have the matter of elder Taishang?" Qi Jun sneered, "I passed the news to the leader of tianwu Pavilion half a month ago. The leader of tianwu pavilion was furious. Now that he knows that Yan Chu is out of the mountain, he will come to him in person to trouble him. Then we will..."

The right Dharma protector understood immediately and couldn't help laughing and said:

"you are worthy of elder Qi. This move of Mantis catching cicadas and yellow finches is in the rear. I really believe it!"

Qi Jun stares at Yan Chu, who are talking and laughing. A layer of haze appears on his face:

"Yan Chu, I'll see you die this time!"