"Wow, this poem is really excellent, soft and domineering, it is really the ultimate praise of my martial arts women."
The maid held the empty bottle, her face flushed, and she looked at Ling Tiandao: "Brother Zhan, do you still have this wine?"
”"No ......"
Although there were still a lot of stocks in the ring, Ling Tian knew that scarcity was expensive."
Then this bottle can always be collected by me, I don't know who is so powerful and can make such powerful poems."
Although the maid is not a national color, she is also extremely beautiful, and her cultivation is also a first-order martial emperor, but her behavior at this time is like a gentle girl."
Hehe, it's okay, if the girl likes it, you can take it."
When the maid heard this, she was immediately overjoyed, and quickly put the bottle away, "Thank you, Brother Zhan!"
”"Wine is good wine, and poetry is also good poetry, but under the wind and snow in the northern region, it is not very suitable for the situation."
However, that cold night took another sip of flying snow brew, his face changed several times, and in the end he was full of loneliness."
Masako, bring pen and ink!"
Leng Xuanye suddenly got up, stood in front of the window, looked at the endless snow in the northern region, and suddenly let out a low shout."
Okay!"
Yin Zheng seemed to have been prepared, and when he stepped forward, his sleeve robe floated, and he was covered with pen, ink, paper, and inkstone in front of him, all of which were available."
Huh?"
Seeing this scene, Ling Tian was also surprised, he didn't expect that at this time, Leng Xuanye would still sigh with emotion?
Not only Ling Tian, but also the martial artists around the thirty-second floor saw this, and there was no surprise, but instead they surrounded them, as if they were waiting for Leng Xuanye to splash ink.At this time, Ling Tian also noticed that in front of each window, there was a small table, which seemed to be specially prepared for this, and on the wall between the windows, there were also a lot of everyone's ink treasures, Ling Tian hadn't noticed it before, but now he saw it.I saw that the cold night was silent for a moment, and then he dipped his pen in ink, and then wrote.The sick body is independent and self-mourning.Shang Si is the beacon of the clan.Leaning on the railing, drinking the wind and snow.Invincible in a hundred battles, only dreams come.Sprinkled with water, Leng Xuanye held the pot in one hand and waved it with the other, but he didn't stop at all, it was done overnight.And after this poem was written, Ling Tian, who was standing behind him with his hands in his hands, his pupils shrank.This cold night, such a handsome literary style, such a magnificent mind!
This poem does not have any flowery words, but a few sentences, which is to depict a young man who has the ambition of the Wei clan, but because of the illness and the ambition cannot be raised.And now, Leng Xuanye is standing here, and this poem is written by himself.He once dreamed of protecting the frontier beacon fire for the human race, but now he is invincible in a hundred battles, and he can only realize it in his dreams.This is really sad.Around, all the warriors who saw this poem also sighed again and again.Xue Qing and the others hugged their shoulders and glanced at each other, all of them sneering in their throats."
Bang!"
Fei Xuezhuo was pinched and exploded by Leng Xuanye, and he sighed and was about to put down his pen.However, at this time, a big hand reached out from behind and took the pen."
Brother Tianling, ...... you" Leng Xuanye's heart moved, but a look of surprise flashed on his face."
Brother Leng, you are arrogant, but you are just a little sick, can you stop you?""
My hands are itchy for a while, and let me write a poem too, how about sending it to you?"
Ling Tian's face was full of pockmarks, but there was a flying look.He couldn't bear to sink into such a Tianjiao as Leng Xuanye.No matter what, he has to find a way to make this Tianjiao realize his dream of being invincible in a hundred battles.Not only because of Leng Xuanye's mind and ambition, but also because of this invincibility, he Ling Tian once wrote.Now, it is the first time he has seen these four words appear in someone else's pen."
Brother Zhan, you still don't ......"
Before Yin Zheng finished speaking, the martial artists surrounded by him laughed, they were all out of the scope of the soundproof formation at this time, and they could all be heard."
I said you pockmark, don't be ugly, who doesn't know that Leng Xuanye is the first name in the Northern Regions, and his Night Boy was sealed because of his poems, but not because of his combat power, you want to write a poem to send the Night Boy, you are really not afraid of being laughed off?"
Xue Qing hugged his shoulders and sneered, but the other disciples of the Xuanming Ghost Valley were also chirping."
Brother Tianling, please ......"
However, the light in Leng Xuanye's eyes flickered, and he actually let go of his hand, stepped aside, and let Ling Tian up.Ling Tian stood in front of the desk with a pen, without any restraint.At this time, there were more and more people who came around, and even the strong man who was hooked down from the top floor by Dufang Liquor couldn't help but surround him when he saw this scene.It's rare for the Night Boy to splash ink, but now there is still someone who wants to give him a poem?"
AhhThe big shopkeeper's!
”The little guy was standing on the stairs leading to the thirty-third floor, but at this time, a cold hand was on his shoulder, and the little guy turned around in surprise, but he shook his head again and again.Behind her, there was a woman covered in a black gauze skirt, her hair like smoke, and her snow-white face was covered by black gauze."
Silence, go down."
The woman said coldly, but her gaze was always condescending, looking at the figure holding the pen in front of the case."
Whew!"
Taking a deep breath, Ling Tian already had a draft in his heart, and there was still nearly half of Leng Xuanye's paper, so Ling Tian didn't change the paper, so he dipped it in ink and wrote.A hundred years of shame, still snow; When will the hatred of the human race be extinguished?
Divine soldiers, fierce beasts, ice fields break through the sea and annihilate.Zhuang Zhi is hungry for the meat of the Northern Demon, laughing and thirsty for the blood of the witch.To start from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, towards the sky!
Sprinkled with joy, Ling Tian's iron pen and silver hook were like a returning revenge general, roaring towards the demon clan north of the ice field and the demon clan beyond the Han Sea!
Everyone understands that what Ling Tian wrote was the Great War five hundred years ago!
This Ling Tian, he still thinks about revenge?"
A hundred years of shame, still snow!""
Zhuang is hungry for the meat of the Northern Demon, laughing and thirsty for the blood of the demon!""
Hahaha, good poetry, happy!""
Little Er, serve the wine!"
In front of the case, Leng Xuanye roared to himself, he was so excited that he couldn't get enough of it, and when he raised his hand, he asked for wine.Swish!
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A flash of light flickered, but it was a bottle of Flying Snow Brew that shot in.Everyone looked back and saw that the person who made the shot was actually a woman in a black long skirt shrouded in a faint black mist, and they immediately bowed respectfully.Ling Tian also turned around and looked back, but when he saw this woman, he raised his eyebrows.Although he didn't know this woman, the faint coercion on her body made Ling Tian's heart suddenly move, this kind of powerful aura, although it was not as good as the Heavenly Daoist, but Ling Tian had only experienced it in Feng Xuan and the Nine Heavens Cloud Sea Pavilion Lord.Who is this woman, and can she be compared to the lord of Sendai?