The sound of chanting poems sounded quietly, as soft as the breeze blowing on the willows, and as crisp as glass silver bells.

Everyone present, whether it was Lin Yan or the four old men, brows quietly soothed when they heard this sound, as if the sound had the power to heal people's hearts.

A silver tattooed flower skirt with pleated lace drags the ground, and wherever you pass, there are actually names of flowers blooming on the ground.

This skirt was brought in with the spring scenery outside the window.

"Little girl Xingxian, I'm paying homage to Mr. Xuanzang."

The visitor is a beautiful woman. Her long skirt outlines her delicate waist, which is simple and elegant, and looks a bit soft and charming.

A sleeve of carved white veil covered her slender jade arms, and her flawless skin appeared and was a little seductive.

Look at the delicate facial features, skin like cream, head and eyebrows, a clever smile, and beautiful eyes.

Among the women Lin Yan has seen, perhaps only the queen of the Kingdom of Women can compare with her, even Skylark and Miaoshan are slightly inferior.

It can no longer be said to be beautiful. When she broke into Lin Yan's eyes, in Lin Yan's eyes, she was like a banished immortal, coming slowly.

As for the old tree monsters that had been over a thousand years, they were also confused. After a while, with Gu Zhigong's cough, they all came to their senses.

However, Lin Yan, although this stunning woman who claims to be Apricot Fairy, did surprise him, it would not make him lose his mind and could not come back to his senses.

A trace of surprise flashed between Xingxian's eyebrows and eyes, but it quickly passed away.

"Miss Xingxian is really so gorgeous that it makes her shocked in a trance."

Lin Yan smiled and praised.

Lin Yanwen's elegant appearance and speech are very lethal to women.

Just such a greeting made Xingxian’s face bring a hint of red glow.

"Hahaha, since the protagonists are all here, let's introduce each other."

The King of Jinjie suddenly became excited and approached with a smile, preparing to evaporate his "matchmaker" talents.

At the critical moment, Ling Kongzi and Fu Yunsou immediately pulled the corner of his clothes and pulled him back.

"Young people talk and talk, why are you an old man joining in the fun? Stay honestly."

Ling Kongzi said helplessly.

I saw that Xingxian's eyebrows and eyes seemed to have a pool of autumn water. When she looked at Lin Yan, she had three touching expectations in her eyes.

In the original work of Journey to the West, this chapter is called "Muxian's Talk about Poems", and the implication is very clear.

When the apricot fairy floats in, what she chants in her mouth is a poem that introduces herself.

It seems that she wants to speak up a poem herself.

Not to mention Tang Monk, before he traveled through time, he was just a real loser. He could even fool him by talking elegantly occasionally, but if he wrote poems and lyrics on the spot, he was still far from being so high.

Looking at Xingxian's expectant eyes, Lin Yan was indeed embarrassed.

But at this moment, there was a strange feeling in the depths of my heart, slowly rippling.

"What's going on... This feeling of thoughts flowing like a spring..."

Lin Yan said in his heart.

This is what made him feel strange: when he thought a little in the direction of the poem, he didn't expect his heart to give an answer, but a stream of literary thought was like a spring, and he couldn't stop it, and he rushed into his superficial consciousness.

Just when he was puzzled, a vicissitudes of voice echoed deep in his heart.

"What? Is it incredible?"

It is the voice of the Bodhi Patriarch.

"What's going on?"

Lin Yan asked in his heart lightly.

"Haha, now you are Tang Monk. If such literary talent does not belong to you, then it is Tang Xuanzang himself."

Bodhi Patriarch briefly reminded him.

Tang Xuanzang, is his own talent?

Can you inherit Tang Monk’s talents by taking away Tang Monk’s body?

Lin Yan didn't have time to think about it, because in reality, Xingxian's seductive eyes were about to overflow with autumn water.

So, Lin Yan smiled like a breeze, moved his mouth lightly, and moaned with the rhythm of his breathing—

"The Zen heart is like the moon and the dust, and the poetry is like the sky is updated. Good sentences are full of beautiful and beautiful writings do not spit on rare treasures. The six dynasties wash away the prosperity, and the four beginnings re-deleting the Yasong part. Half the pillow is not ripe for the tea, and the chant is full of spring."

Among the original works of the Four Travels, these six poems were written by the four poets Xuanzang and Gu Zhigong. Now, with the literary talent of Tang Monk alone, Lin Yan recited this nameless masterpiece.

"What a poem! What a half pillow, the pine wind is not ripe, and the chanting is full of spring! The elegant yet heroic spirit is not lost, and the charm is long and can withstand careful consideration."

"Yes, it's amazing that such a masterpiece was actually written by Your Excellency Xuanzang for a moment."

On the side, I carefully savored the poems written by Lin Yan. The four old men all had white beards and were full of praise.

The four old men were so praised, not to mention Xingxian, who had long been thinking about Lin Yan.

The more he thought about it and looked at Lin Yan again, the more tender Xingxian's eyebrows and eyes became. She was afraid that Lin Yan would agree, so she would agree to her body.

"Young Master Xuanzang's poems sound like you can see the picture. When you think about it carefully, it seems that you have looked back at the scenery of the rivers and mountains for thousands of years. It can be said that there are paintings in poems and history in paintings."

Xingxian smiled, lowered her eyebrows and said shyly.

"The poems I am writing to respond to the poems when I appear with the girl. It is a bit vulgar to admire them so much."

Lin Yan smiled faintly and responded.

It was clearly said to be vulgar, but Xingxian heard that the red glow on her face became even more charming and attractive.

This is not a saying of vulgarity. It seems to be a praising phrase that is criticized by Xingxian, but in fact it is a secret praise of Xingxian's poetry beauty.

Xingxian's poem is a self-introduction poem. In this way, Lin Yan is actually praising Xingxian's beauty.

If a man who is so handsome as to be appreciated by such a jade-like face, he will probably blush even if he is the fairy in heaven.

"Since the young master has such literary thoughts, why would he be willing to be an ascetic monk? With his literary talent, if he is in time, he will probably have become famous in the Tang Dynasty."

Xingxian frowned slightly and said with regret.

"Haha, it's really a bit of regret in this way. Although I had two taels of ink in my stomach, I was crazy and threw myself into the Buddhist sect like a sea. What a pity."

Lin Yan said with a faint smile.

This answer made Xingxian and the four tree demons stunned.

What this great monk in the Tang Dynasty is really unpredictable.
Chapter completed!