"Wow, this poem is really excellent. It's soft and yet domineering. It's the ultimate praise from my fellow martial arts girls."
The maid held up the empty bottle, her face flushed, and she looked at Ling Tian and said, "Brother Zhan, do you still have this wine?"
"No more..."
Although there are still many rings in stock, Ling Tian knows that rare things are more valuable.
"Then I can always keep this bottle. I wonder who is so powerful and can write such powerful poems."
Although the maid is not of national beauty, she is still extremely beautiful, and her cultivation level is also that of a first-level Martial Emperor. Her behavior at this time is that of a caring girl.
"Haha, it doesn't matter. If the girl likes it, you can take it."
When the maid heard this, she immediately beamed with joy 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 does not suit the occasion."
However, Leng Xuanye took another sip of Feixue Brew, and his expression changed several times, but in the end he was full of loneliness.
"Zhengzi, bring me pen and ink!"
Leng Xuanye suddenly stood up, stood in front of the window, looking at the endless snow in the northern region, and suddenly let out a low voice.
"Okay!"
Yin Zheng seemed to have been prepared for it. He came forward with his sleeves and robe floating, and spread out pen, ink, paper and inkstone in front of him, everything was ready.
"Um?"
Seeing this scene, Ling Tian was also surprised. Unexpectedly, Leng Xuanye would be emotional at this time?
Not only Ling Tian, but also the warriors around the 32nd floor were not surprised when they saw this. Instead, they gathered around, as if waiting for Leng Xuanye to splash his ink.
At this time, Ling Tian also noticed that in front of each window, there was a small desk, which seemed to be specially prepared for this purpose. On the walls between the windows, there were also many people's calligraphy, which Ling Tian had not noticed before.
, but now I can see it.
Leng Xuanye pondered for a moment, dipped his pen in ink, and started writing.
The sick body is independent and the mind is sad.
Shang Si is the Xu Fengtai of his clan.
Leaning on the railing and drinking heavily from the wind and snow.
Being invincible in a hundred battles is only a dream.
Leng Xuanye held the pot in one hand and waved the brush with the other hand without stopping. He just finished it in one fell swoop.
After finishing the poem, Ling Tian, who was standing behind him with his hands behind his back, shrank his pupils.
This Leng Xuanye has such a handsome literary talent and such a broad mind!
This poem does not contain any gorgeous words, but a few sentences describe a young man who has great ambitions to defend the clan, but is unable to achieve his ambitions because of illness.
But now, Leng Xuanye is standing here, and this poem is written about himself.
He once dreamed of guarding the frontier beacon for the human race, but now his invincibility can only be realized in his dream.
This is really sad.
All the people around him sighed after seeing the warrior who wrote this poem.
Xue Qing and others hugged their shoulders, looked at each other, and sneered in their throats.
"Bang!"
Feixue Niang was crushed by Leng Xuanye, he sighed and was about to put down his pen.
However, at this moment, a big hand stretched out from behind and took the pen.
"Brother Tianling, you..."
Leng Xuanye's heart moved, but a look of surprise flashed across his face.
"Brother Leng, you are proud and proud, but this is just a mere illness. Can it stop you?"
"My hands are itchy for a moment, so how about I write a song as a gift to you?"
Ling Tian's pockmarked face actually had a bright look on his face.
He couldn't bear for a genius like Leng Xuanye to sink like this.
No matter what, he must find a way to make this genius realize his dream of being invincible.
Not only because of Leng Xuanye's ambition and ambition, but also because of his invincibility, Ling Tian had also written about it before.
Now, it was the first time that he saw these four words appearing in someone else's pen.
"Brother Zhan, you still don't..."
Before Yin Zheng finished speaking, the warriors surrounding him began to laugh. At this time, they were all out of the range of the soundproof formation and could all be heard.
"I tell you, you pockmarked guy, you better not show your shame. Who doesn't know that Leng Xuanye is the number one talent in the Northern Territory. His Young Master An Ye was conferred because of his poems, but not because of his combat prowess. You
If you want to write a song for Mr. Dark Night, are you really not afraid of being laughed out of your head?"
Xue Qing hugged his shoulders and laughed silently, but the other disciples of Xuanming Ghost Valley also started chirping.
"Brother Tianling, please..."
However, Leng Xuanye's eyes flickered as he let go of his hand, stepped aside, and let Ling Tian come up.
Ling Tian wrote and stood in front of the case without any formality.
At this time, more and more people were gathering around. Even the strong man who had been dragged off the top floor by Dufang Wine couldn't help but gather around when he saw this scene.
It's rare for Young Master An Ye to splash ink, but now someone actually wants to give him a poem?
"Ah! From the big shopkeeper!"
The young man was standing on the stairs leading to the thirty-third floor before, but now a cold hand touched his shoulder. The young man turned around in surprise and nodded repeatedly.
Behind him is a woman covered in a black gauze skirt, with smoky buns, and a snow-white face covered by black gauze. Except for her graceful and tall figure, nothing else can be seen.
"Silence and get down."
The woman spoke coldly, but her gaze remained condescending, looking at the figure holding the pen in front of the case.
"call!"
Taking a deep breath, Ling Tian already had a manuscript in his mind. Leng Xuanye still had nearly half of the paper, so Ling Tian didn't change the paper, so he dipped in ink and started writing.
Hundreds of years of humiliation have not yet been resolved; when will the hatred of human beings be extinguished?
Raise the divine soldiers, fight ferocious beasts, and the ice fields break through the vast sea and are destroyed.
The ambition is to eat the meat of the northern demon when hungry, and to drink the blood of the demon witch when he is thirsty.
Let's start from scratch, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky!
The silver hook of Lingtian's stylus is like a warrior returning for revenge, holding his magic weapon and roaring towards the demon clan in the north of the ice field and the demon witch clan beyond the vast sea!
Everyone knows that Ling Tian was writing about the war five hundred years ago!
Is this Ling Tian still thinking about revenge?
"A century of shame has not yet come to an end!"
"The ambition is to eat the meat of the Northern Demon, and to laugh and talk about drinking the blood of the demon witch!"
"Hahaha, what a poem, so enjoyable!"
"Waiter, serve the wine!"
Leaning in front of the case, Leng Xuanye growled and whispered to himself. He was so excited that he raised his hand and asked for wine.
Whoosh!
A ray of light flashed, but it was a bottle of flying snow brewed with electricity.
Everyone looked back and saw that the person who took action was actually a woman in a long black dress, her whole body shrouded in a faint black mist. They all immediately bowed respectfully.
Ling Tian also turned around to look, and when he saw this woman, he raised his eyebrows.
Although he didn't recognize this woman, the faint coercion on her body made Ling Tian's heart suddenly move. Although this powerful aura was not as good as Taoist Qi Tian, Ling Tian was only in Feng Xuan and the Jiuxiao Yunhai.
The master of the pavilion has experienced this.
Who is this woman? Can she be comparable to the master of the Immortal Platform?