Chapter 192 Yun Poyue Comes to Hua Nongying (4k3 2-in-1)
If Liu Kongyi didn't say anything like "be my master", "serve tea and pour water", "and generous rewards", etc., it wouldn't be a big deal if Zhao Rong went up and helped her change a few words.
But what the hell is your plan to have in-depth exchanges with Yi Zi Master and gradually get better?
Zhao Rong twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, and saw Qingjun just nodded with a calm face. She didn't know whether she was satisfied with his answer, or she didn't think of that at all?
No, Zhao Ziyu, you have to stay alert. Although women are a little stupid when they are in love, in some aspects, their sense of smell may be more sensitive...
At this moment, Lu Zhu, who had been "eavesdropping" next to Zhao and Rong for a while, smiled and said, "Master Zhao, it sounds like you can definitely change it into a high-quality poem if you go up there."
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and wanted to ignore the yellow-haired girl, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Qingjun beside him, who was looking away, as if he had not heard the embarrassing remark.
Zhao Rong's heart warmed slightly, and then he glanced at the center of the table, then turned to Lu Zhu and said: "It's simple, just change one word."
Lu Zhu was curious, "What word?"
Concubine Zhao Ling also quietly listened.
"Nong." Zhao Rong turned around and said casually: "Yun Poyue comes and the flowers make shadows. It's not good. Yun Poyue comes and the flowers make shadows. It's great."
"Yun Poyue comes to Hua Nongying? Hua Nongying..."
Lv Zhu muttered several times, her eyebrows gradually gathered in the middle, her mouth opened slightly, ready to ask again, but someone around her had already spoken.
An academician who happened to be passing by the academy stopped when he heard this and frowned slightly, "Junior brother, your use of the word 'nong' needs to be discussed."
Zhao Rong turned around and saw that the person who spoke was a senior brother who came with him. He was usually dull and serious and rigorous in his studies.
The senior brother said in a serious tone: "The word 'Nong' is rarely used in poetry. Although there is nothing wrong with using novel words, this word... is too frivolous... Nong... is not in line with decorum..."
Luzhu blushed slightly. She likes reading poetry and has some experience. Although she has never experienced any love affairs between men and women, she was taken by the sisters in the garden to read some books about men and women fighting secretly at night, so she immediately read some books about men and women fighting.
I understood what this academician meant.
Flowers make shadows, flowers make shadows.
The image of flower was originally related to women and was often referred to as a pronoun, and the word "Nong" was closely related to the fight between men and women... Similar to the word "Nong", there is also the word "Dui"...
The pictures in the book with pictures and texts appeared in Luzhu's mind again... The women above usually shouted this word after losing a fight... Lost...
Lu Zhu's heart was filled with guilt for her instant understanding. She shook her head to dispel these embarrassing thoughts, and then became a little entangled.
The clouds break and the moon comes, the flowers make shadows.
It was easy to read, and the more Luzhu read, the more charming the poem became, but... was this word really appropriate?
She nodded while staring at Zhao Rong, wondering how he would explain.
On the side, Concubine Zhao Ling felt a little strange when she heard the words of the academician. What's wrong with the word "husband"...
However, Zhao Rong did not respond to the dull senior brother's inquiry and the curious look of the little red carp girl.
He smiled brightly and saluted the senior brother who suddenly barged in. "What senior brother said makes sense."
After saying this, he stopped staying and led Zhao Lingfei to another place.
The dull senior brother shook his head, turned and left.
Luzhu scratched the back of his head and chanted repeatedly, "The clouds are breaking through the moon, and the flowers are making shadows, and the clouds are breaking up and the moon is coming, flowers are making shadows..."
Liu Kongyi's search for an elegant teacher was unsuccessful.
This made the originally lively gathering a little embarrassing, so Ye Ruoxi, as the organizer of the Nuanxi gathering, organized another elegant event that everyone could participate in. As for the ink-washing paper on the main table in the center of the gathering, it was
It was not put away immediately. Occasionally, some men who were unwilling to give up would be inspired and would go and try it.
Somewhere in the gathering, crowds gradually gathered again.
After Zhao Rong said goodbye to Lu Zhu, he took Zhao Lingfei to the lively place where the crowd gathered.
On the way, Qingjun, who had been silent at first, suddenly said: "I believe in you."
"Ah? What."
Zhao Rong turned to look at her.
Zhao Lingfei looked forward, with a slight smile on her lips, but her tone was very serious, "Brother Rong'er, the word you changed can make Senior Sister Liu's poems better, I believe it... Yun Po Yue Lai Hua Nong Ying, really
That sounds good, brother Rong'er, can you tell me more carefully, I want to hear it."
Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then a smile appeared in his eyes. He turned his head again and squinted at the front.
The same was true for Zhao Lingfei. The two walked side by side without looking at each other, but they felt very close to each other.
Both of them have their own experiences and have chosen different paths at present. One is studying and the other is practicing swordsmanship. They both have knowledge that the other does not understand and have different strengths and weaknesses, but these will not become obstacles to their relationship.
Let two people have no words, they can be crossed.
I want to know everything about you. As long as you are willing to talk about the knowledge that I don’t understand, I am willing to keep listening.
Zhao Rong thought for a moment, his voice gentle.
"When the clouds break and the moon comes, the flowers create shadows. Although the words are arranged well, they are not moving and detailed enough... That girl Liu wanted to write about what she saw at the moment when the wind blows away the clouds and the moonlight shines down.
The flowers are blown by the wind, whirling and making shadows... Just imagine, after a whole day of sadness and depression, at the end of the day, you taste the exuberant spring that is about to pass. How complicated this mood is, you want to understand
To convey it through words, it is necessary to refine an extremely charming and expressive verb..."
Zhao Lingfei murmured: "Nong, Nong Ying, Yun Po Yue Lai Hua Nong Ying... This word for shadow is very good, and it is described by your Nong word..."
After listening to Zhao Rong's patient explanation, she was thoughtful.
"Qingjun, do you understand?"
Zhao Lingfei nodded slightly, then shook her head slightly.
Zhao Rong smiled.
This stupid lady...
The two of them arrived at the gathering place.
It was discovered that Ye Ruoxi was organizing an elegant gathering game called "She Fu".
Zhao Rong watched it for a while and felt a little influenced. He had played it with his classmates at Qianjing Imperial College before, but he was not very familiar with it. It was a guessing game.
"shoot" means to guess, and "to cover" means to cover.
The game is mainly divided into shooters and cappers. The captors cover an object with utensils, and the shooters guess what is inside by solving puzzles and fortune-telling.
However, Zhao Rong took a look and found that the shooting methods of these cultivators on the mountain were very different from those of his classmates at the bottom of the mountain.
Yamashita's gameplay is that the captor must provide some hints and information, allowing the shooter to "shoot" through experience and superb knowledge.
The gameplay of these Taiqing students and academicians in front of them is... There is no hint at all. The shooter directly uses the immortal divination to calculate, and the overturner can also use formation spells to hide the secrets of heaven and interfere with the shooter's divination.
result.
Is this how you Tianzhi realm monks play? Sorry to bother you.
Zhao Rong's mouth twitched.
But looking at the excited expressions of these students, this game of "shooting and overturning" seems to be very popular in the elegant gatherings on the mountain.
Zhao Rong turned his head and found that Qingjun also looked interested, watching her fellow senior sisters ejaculate.
He blinked and said, "Would you like to go and have some fun?"
Zhao Lingfei hesitated for a while. She knew that Brother Rong'er had not yet reached the Haoran realm and did not have the spiritual energy to use magic, so he could not play this kind of game.
However, Zhao Lingfei saw Zhao Rong's encouraging eyes. She looked happy, nodded, and said with a little pride: "Brother Rong'er, I have seen this game played by my senior sisters several times before, but I have never tried it, but I understand it."
, my divination is very good, just wait for me, I will win the lottery for you."
Zhao Rong smiled and nodded, looking at this rare childish side of her, and suddenly realized that although Qingjun had a quiet temper, he was very "playful" when he was with him when he was a child. It was not so much that he was the leader when he was a child.
Instead of her running all over the mountains and plains, it would be better to say that the two of them are actually naughty masters, but Qingjun is used to listening to him and always follows Zhao Rong.
Now, the two of them are holding hands and walking around the elegant gathering again, and they have some of the tacit understanding and fun of getting along as children.
Everyone who was playing the Shooting Game was a little surprised when they saw Zhao Lingfei joining. However, there were too many surprises because of this existence today. Many of the inherent impressions have been broken. Nowadays, it is rare to see her participating in the Shooting Game.
Not that shocked, many students and academicians glanced at Zhao Rong who was waiting for Zhao Lingfei.
Not far away, behind a deserted table that seemed to be isolated from the entire gathering, Ji Qianyi and Yunzi were sitting.
At a certain moment, Ji Ganyi, who had been reading silently with his head down, suddenly stood up and walked towards the place where everyone was shot, and then joined them as well.
Yunzi had long discovered that although his young master was reading a book, he still glanced at the beautiful figure from time to time, and now he walked away directly.
She sighed softly, frowned and glanced at Zhao Rong in the distance, who was also the culprit of these things.
Yunzi pondered for a moment, then stood up and followed.
The rules for this shootout organized by Ye Ruoxi are very simple. It is probably to allow more people in the gathering to participate. There are a lot of ways to play.
Zhao Rong looked at it for a while and finally figured it out. He turned around and looked around, and happened to see Ye Lanzhi.
She was standing a few steps away, smiling and chatting with a handsome man. At this moment, she seemed to notice his gaze. Ye Lanzhi nodded slightly at him, then turned her attention away and stopped looking at him.
Zhao Rong nodded in response, and then glanced at the man next to her, who seemed to be the male companion who had just been assigned to the same table as Ye Lanzhi.
At this time, another shooting game began. This time the rules were that women would be the shooters, and some men who volunteered could stand up as shooters.
If the shooter can correctly guess the things hidden by all the women at once, he will get a jackpot. If he guesses wrong, even if he is wrong about one, he will be punished.
The game started soon, and Zhao Rong's eyes were attracted.
There were twenty women as overthrowers this time, including Zhao Lingfei and Liu Kongyi.
However, no one among the men stood up as the shooter for a while. Many people were hesitant. After all, it is really difficult to guess what all the women are hiding. There are several powerful masters among these female students who can use Some superb spells to shield the secrets of heaven.
Although the jackpot after winning is good and the punishment for wrong guessing is also very small, the uncertainty still makes the men hesitate because in front of so many people, face is more important.
Suddenly, Ji Ganyi walked out of a group of hesitant men and said calmly:
"I come."
As the host, Ye Ruoxi's eyes lit up, "Junior brother Ji looks very confident. You have to think clearly. If you lose, you will have to punish yourself with three glasses of dead wood wine and..."
Ji Ganyi interrupted: "No problem, if I lose, I can still compensate the senior sisters with something... let's get started."
The tone is light.
The onlookers looked at each other, and many women looked at him with admiration when they saw how confident he was.
However, Ji Ganyi didn't pay attention to this. Instead, he tilted his head slightly and glanced at Concubine Zhao Ling from the corner of his eye.
She looked as usual and was indifferent to what was happening on the field. She turned around from time to time to see her mortal son-in-law. The two looked at each other and smiled, a smile that made Ji Qianyi feel very dazzling.
He glanced at Zhao Rong and snorted coldly.
Shooting begins.
Ji Qian turned his back and closed his eyes to rest under the supervision of everyone.
rear.
The women who were the Overlords took out all kinds of small objects, put them into special jade boxes that could shield the consciousness, and then imposed various restrictions...
Zhao Lingfei looked away from her husband, and the curve of her lips slowly converged. She thought for a moment, took out an item from her sleeve that she had not worn for a while, and put it gently into the jade box.
Then, Zhao Lingfei's eyes flickered, she raised her slender fingers, and a small handleless sword appeared in front of her, crystal clear, like ice, compact and compact.
The next second, the sword light flashed, and the tip of the small handleless sword held a dazzling white light and scratched left and right on the jade box, outlining a strange magic circle.
When Zhao Rong saw this scene, his eyelids jumped, and then he remembered that Qingjun was not only the lady who was on the same level as him, but also a sword fairy embryo at the peak of Haoran Realm. From the perspective of the previous life, she was the template for the protagonist, except There is a husband-in-law...
Liu Kongyi on the other side reached out and tapped the jade box rhythmically. She thought for a while and glanced at Zhao Lingfei, who was attracting many men's attention. When she saw that she was carving a formation with her sword, Liu Kongyi curled her lips.
She glanced at the dragon carp in front of her, smiled slightly, and reached out to grab it.
Immediately, the flaming red dragon and carp turned into a ball of red morning glow, and was thrown into the jade box by Liu Kongyi.
After that, she smiled and waited without placing any restrictions.
Ye Ruoxi on the side saw everything these women were hiding.
Not long after, seeing that the women were all ready, Ye Ruoxi reminded: "That's enough, Junior Brother Ji."
Du Yifu turned around easily, and walked over like the first woman without looking too much, and took a look at the jade box full of restrictions.
Although most of the people here are his senior sisters and are temporarily higher than him in the peak level of Haoran Realm, Ji Ganyi believes that in terms of skills and the exquisiteness of the techniques, none of them together can be his opponent.
Not to mention the art of yin and yang derivation, Ji Qianyi is a disciple of a certain yin and yang family member.
Looking at the entire Wangque Continent, there are very few people of the same age who can stand him in the eyes. Although there is one among this group of overthrowers right now, she is a sword cultivator, with a pure path, and has exquisite techniques to shield the secrets of heaven. Where have I learned it? It’s just relying on talent to create thousands of methods with one sword...
As soon as Ji Qian picked up his sleeves, his fingers under the sleeves were kneading dexterously. He glanced at the jade box with a normal expression, "Muet-fat jade hosta with flower and bird patterns."
The overturned woman looked slightly surprised, and Ye Ruoxi nodded for her.
Ji Gan walked directly to the next woman without looking at it, glanced at the jade box, and said again without even thinking: "Liu Ling gauze fan."