"Chengcheng, wait!"

Yang Ziqi chased after him and said, "You should also know that the monks from the Immortal Land will regard us as descendants of the dragon clan when they see us earthlings."

"Mom is worried that you will go out alone and have to equip you with a few servants. If there is a person from the fairy land, you will feel sorry for the Dragon Clan alone, who is so handsome and jealous, and kill you."

After saying that, she called a few attendants from the Jindan realm and ordered: "Your Majesty will go wherever you want to go, as long as you don't leave the city."

"Also, I can't leave the young master for a moment. I must let him be under your nose anytime and anywhere. If he has any shortcomings, I will ask you!"

"yes!"

Although Yang Ziqi is a native of the earth and has no cultivation, she is a woman of the Son of God. Even if she is a dog, they have to be polite, let alone an individual, so they all listen to Yang Ziqi's words. She says whatever she says, and she obeys him.

Cheng Cheng also knew that Yang Ziqi was sending someone to stare at him and prevented him from running away.

He was already very happy and excited to be able to go out.

As for someone to follow, it becomes indifferent. Although it is best not to have one, he can go and ask for the poems and see if they were published by his father. If so, find out where his father is and take the starry sky boat directly.

But it’s nothing if someone follows him. As long as he writes a few poems, famously doing them in a certain place, and then publishes them in the name of Cheng Cheng. If his father sees them, he will definitely come to him.

My few servants are just high-quality golden elixirs, not particularly powerful.

He heard from Han Ziping that his father had obtained the golden elixir, and he was still a divine golden elixir, and he was in Xianxu with many cows and many cows.

So he believed that as long as dad comes to him, these servants are no match for dad, and dad can easily deal with them and then take him away!

After leaving the "cage" and coming outside, Cheng Cheng felt energetic.

He walked on the street like a sudden glance, with bustling crowds of people, all kinds of people. When he saw other people's mother holding her son, talking and laughing, he couldn't help but think of his mother Fang Shiyun.

"Mom, you must hold on. There must be no problem. I will find an opportunity to meet with dad, and then go with dad to save you, brother, grandparents, and wait for our family to reunite!"

Cheng Cheng thought in his heart.

Not long.

He came to the Poetry Museum.

This is a place specially designed for literati to recite poems and essays.

When he arrived at the Poetry Museum, Cheng Cheng listened to a group of literati who recited poems there. All the poems from the earth were from the sound of praise.

"Young Master Chen is such a great writer! A great poet! These poems are so beautiful!"

"Yes, each song is more down-to-earth than the other song, and I feel inferior to myself!"

"We are all people who cultivate immortals and ask about the Tao. The poems are full of fairy spirits, and there is less of the breath of fireworks, so it doesn't sound like a lot. Young Master Chen is a descendant of the dragon clan. He lives at the bottom of the society and is contaminated with various fireworks to write such a beautiful poem!"

Hearing these comments, Cheng Cheng was extremely surprised.

It is not difficult to hear from these people's words that it was Mr. Chen who published the poem.

These poems come from the earth, and his father’s surname is Chen. This is not enough to show that his father has come to Xiandi?

So he asked, "Mr. Chen, what poems have you done? Can you choose all the poems that Mr. Chen has done and appreciate them with me?"

"The poems written by Mr. Chen are all here." Someone pointed to a wall and said.

Cheng Cheng looked at it and saw about a dozen poems hanging on the wall, including wine, water chanting, etc.

"Then I will make a few poems, different from what my father did, and publish them!"

Thinking of this, Cheng Cheng shouted, "Come on, I will do my best to write a few poems."

"Child, can you?" someone asked with a smile.

Cheng Cheng said: "Can you know, can you try it?"

"Okay, come on, I want to see if you, the descendant of the dragon clan, can also write popular poems like Mr. Chen." Someone said, handing the brush to Cheng Cheng.

After taking the brush, Cheng Cheng held his chin and pretended to be deep.

"Haha! I can't think of how to write a poem, right?"

Many people laughed.

Cheng Cheng smiled, dipped his brush ink, and then wrote on the rice paper.

"When will the spring flowers and autumn moon come? How much will it be known in the past? The building was windy again last night. My hometown is unbearable to look back at the moonlight... I ask you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward."

"Longhua City, Poetry and Essay Pavilion, Cheng Chengshu!"

After finishing writing, Cheng Cheng threw the brush aside.

"Oh My God!"

Many literati were shocked after watching it!

"This is done very well, right!"

"This child seems to be very young, but his mood is the same as an adult. It is admirable that he can make such melancholy poems. As expected, the descendants of the dragon clan live at the bottom of society, suffer a lot and understand a lot. The poems expressed in words are just feeling, which is simply wonderful!"

"The homeland is unbearable to look back at the moonlight. Is he commemorating the destruction of the dragon clan and being occupied by our real human race? If so, this is an anti-poem!"

Suddenly, all kinds of discussions were everywhere.

Some people said that they were wonderful, some said that they were anti-poetry, and some people suggested that they be arrested and sent to the lord's mansion, etc.

Cheng Cheng said: "You are thinking too much. As descendants of the dragon clan, you do not accept descendants of the dragon clan and treat the descendants of the dragon clan like pigs and dogs. There is no place to entrust the feelings of our descendants of the dragon clan, and you can't write a poem to entrust our inner depression?"

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There were several descendants of the dragon clan present, and after reading this poem, they all cried.

They want to be honest!

They don't want to be treated like dogs!

They hope that the dragon clan can have a living space that belongs to them on this land.

For this reason, they all missed the time when the Dragon Clan dominated this land, but they couldn't go back, so they all cried.

So, this poem exploded in the city of Longhua.

"Well written! Some are so good! It's really hard to look back at the moonlight!"

The descendants of the dragon clan were particularly touched after listening to this poem. The poem was quickly spread everywhere and radiated more and more widely.

"hehe!"

After seeing this poem, Yang Ziqi smiled evilly.

"This kid is quite smart. He deliberately writes anti-poetry and can spread quickly. He also left his address and nickname, hoping that Chen Hua would come to Longhua City Poetry Pavilion to find him."

"The solution is a good idea. If Chen Hua saw this poem, he would definitely come to Cheng Cheng. Then I set up an ambush in the Shiwen Pavilion. When he arrived, I ordered to take action. Wouldn't he be destroyed?"

At this point, she burst into laughter.

At this time, Cheng Cheng went home.
Chapter completed!