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Apricot Forest.

The Xumi Xianmen, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly shone with a burst of light, and chaos emerged from the door.

In the chaos, three figures slowly walked out.

The person at the head is young and handsome, with a dignified appearance, and his eyes are as deep as the stars.

A man and a woman followed behind. Although the woman was young, she was slim, frosty and glamorous, refusing to be thousands of miles away.

The man has not lost his juvenile childishness, but he also has some outstanding temperament, and his appearance is full of wisdom.

"Finally out!!"

After Li Zeyang walked out of Xumi Xianmen, he couldn't help but suck the air.

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

"Why, I wronged you in the mountain gate?" Yan Chu asked with narrowed eyes.

"Uh... No, no, there is a lot of spiritual energy in the mountain gate, and the environment is countless times better than the outside!" Li Zeyang quickly defended.

Although Mu Qingqian didn't speak, she still admired the scenery in the apricot forest. Although she was very used to the life in the mountain gate, the inside of the mountain gate was too refined, there was no smoke, and it seemed like she was dreaming.

Now that I have left the mountain gate, it seems that I have returned to reality.

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

"Yes!" The two quickly got on the horse.

Half a month has passed, and a lot of apricot flowers in the apricot forest have withered. Maybe it just rained in the morning, and the road was covered with red and white petals. When the horse's hoof stepped on it, it was less than half of it. There was a touch of dampness in the air, as if mixed with the fragrance of flowers.

Li Zeyang was excited, and couldn't help but say, "Sect Master, this disciple has this beautiful scenery, and his heart is touched, and the poems are very prosperous. Can you recite a poem?"

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

"Apricot blossoms contain dew and fragrant snow, the flowers fade to red and green apricots are small, the white cranes dance in the forest, and the leaves of the forest are still red... Master, how did I write this poem?" Li Zeyang said triumphantly.

That's it? ?

The rhetoric is piled up and the literary talent is shown off. If Yan Chu is asked to rate this poem, he will give it a maximum of fifty points.

But Mu Qingqian nodded thoughtfully after listening to it, and seemed to be quite satisfied with Li Zeyang's poems.

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

"Okay."

"Is it okay?" Li Zeyang was not convinced, "Sect Master, even Senior Sister thinks this poem is good, your vision is too high, maybe the disciple has the opportunity to become a poet, I'll give it all to you. The pressure is gone."

"Yo, you are still a poet. I don't judge you because I'm afraid of hitting you too much." Yan Chu said with a smile.

Seeing that Yan Chu is the head of the sect, Mu Qing is still able to fight with his disciples, so he said, "Why don't the sect head also write a poem?"

"Don't say one song, I can write several songs at will, and I will convince you!"

Yan Chu lowered his head and thought for a while, then blurted out directly:

"There is a lot of rain during the Qingming Festival. Pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. If I ask where there is a restaurant, the road nursery rhyme refers to Xinghua Village!"

As soon as this poem came out, Li Zeyang's eyes widened.

He thought that his poems were not bad, but compared with the poems that Yan Chu recited casually, they were even worse!

Mu Qingqian also flashed a surprising color in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, the head is not only powerful, but also quite literary, and the export is perfect!

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

"North of Gushan Temple, west of Jia Ting, the water level is at the beginning of the level and the clouds are low.

Several early warblers compete to warm the trees, and whose new swallows peck at the spring mud.

The wild flowers gradually become attractive to the eyes, and Asakusa can have no horses' hooves.

My favorite lake is not enough east, and the white sand embankment in the green Yangyin. "

great poem! !

Li Zeyang almost got off his horse and knelt down to Yan Chu, thinking of how confident he was just now, but now he just feels hot and ashamed.

"The light rain in Tianjie is as moist as crispy, but the grass looks far away, but there is nothing.

The most important thing in the spring is the absolute victory over the Imperial Capital of Yanliu. "

"Sect Master! Stop reading!" Li Zeyang suddenly shouted.

Yan Chu asked with a puzzled face: "What's the matter, the poems of this seat are not good?"

"It's not impossible, it's great!" Li Zeyang said with a bitter face. "Compared with you, the disciple is almost illiterate. If the master continues to recite it, the disciple is afraid that he will have a demon in his own heart, and he will never dare to dance and write."

Yan Chu didn't react on the surface, but in fact his heart was already smiling.

Hehe, people from another world, how can you compare my Chinese poems to you? Just pick out a few of the 300 Tang poems, and they can become your famous sentences throughout the ages!

Mu Qingqian also admired and said, "If the headmaster went to the Black and White Academy and Nandou Pavilion to recite poetry, I don't know how many literati would blush and leave."

"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 poetry, just go to that station and defeat them with just face!" Yan Chu said smugly.

Mu Qingqian was stunned for a while, then nodded thoughtfully: "Indeed, with the cultivation level of the head, even if you don't make a move, you can defeat those guys."

"..."

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 Xinghualin, Protector Right, who was already drowsy, suddenly regained his energy!

He hurriedly woke up Qi Jun, who had fallen asleep beside him, and said with great surprise:

"Elder Qi Jun, Yan Chu has appeared!"

Qi Jun opened his eyes in a daze and 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.

"Just ahead, just out of the Xinghualin, there are two other disciples with him, it seems that they should be Yong'an City's daughter Mu Qingqian and Li Fugui's son Li Zeyang!"

"Okay! It's just God helping me!!"

Qi Jun was very happy: "Before outside the Dasonglin, he accompanied too many disciples, and we can't guarantee that there will be no fish that slip through the net, but now there are only three of them, and it can be said that we can catch it!"

The right guardian was still a little worried: "But, Yan Chu holds the magic weapon, what if we are not his opponent?"

"Haha, you forgot, did Yan Chu kill Liu Guangshan of Tianwu Pavilion and the Supreme Elder?" Qi Jun sneered, "I 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 is out of the mountain, he will definitely come to trouble him in person, and then we will..."

The right protector suddenly understood, and couldn't help but smile:

"As expected of Elder Qi, this trick of mantis catching the cicada and the oriole is really convincing!"

Qi Jun stared at Yan Chu who were talking and laughing, and a haze appeared on his face:

"Yan Chu, this time I see if you are dead!"