Great Swordsman

Chapter 112
"This monk is a strange person." Looking at Monk Sanchen's tall and thin back, Li Mu secretly thought it's a pity, if there is WeChat in this world, he must be added as a friend!
"In Yan'er's heart, Big Brother Li is the real strange person." Yan Hanyu leaned into his ear and said in a low voice.

Itching... Li Mu scratched his ear, and his arm seemed to hit the softness.

"Master Sanchen, if you have time to go to the Imperial Capital, come to my Zhang's house as a guest!" Zhang Yulang next to him couldn't hold back after all, and said loudly.

"The gate of the Imperial Academy will always be open to Master Sanchen!" Lin Mo was not to be outdone.

"Sanchen..." Li Boxue took a deep look at Monk Sanchen's back, and then carefully put the broken jade into the agarwood. There was a little excitement in his eyes. At this moment, he couldn't wait to go to the Peach Blossom Wine Temple , Look at what great things this monk Sanchen has written.

But in order to prevent things from leaking, he can't leave now.

"Everyone, the fighting is over, and the next step is the second level of Wendou."

……

At this time, on the shore of the lake.

More than a hundred people who were knocked into the lake by Monk Sanchen have already disembarked, and most of them were not injured, they just choked on water.

"Second Young Master, Second Young Master, are you okay?"

"Second young master, you have to hold on!"

Although most people are fine, there are exceptions, such as Zhang Yucheng.

This guy used all his strength to strike a sword before, but was easily broken by the red Buddha light. In the end, he suffered a backlash and was thrown into the bottom of the lake.

"Pfft!!" Zhang Yucheng spat out a mouthful of old blood, his face was frighteningly pale, "The monk..."

That monk's Buddha's light flowed freely, and it was strong when it met the strong, and its power was not inferior to Li Mu's ice thunder sword energy!

Damn, why did I meet all these people?

Zhang Yucheng was angry and aggrieved, and couldn't help but spit out two more mouthfuls of blood.

Seeing the waves receding by the lake and the star-like red apricots receding, the common people rushed up again, discussing the bravery of Monk Sanchen.

"Hey, what do you know? That monk looks amazing, but in fact, it's just average. Except for a few unlucky ghosts, who do you think is injured?"

"That monk has a wax-like head with a silver spear!"

"If I didn't check for a while, how could I fall into the water?! Just kidding!"

A lot of people forcibly held their respect there, clamoring that when the monk came out of Peach Blossom Island, they would give him a good look and let him know why the red apricot is so popular!

Then, Monk Sanchen floated ashore holding the tripod bronze tripod and the bronze bell vertebra.

Those clamoring people were dumb and ate Coptis chinensis, so they quickly shut up. Then, they turned around looking around, and suddenly found that the red apricot was so beautiful, why is it so red!

"Amitabha." Monk Sanchen walked up to the bank and bowed his head in apology, "I offended you a lot just now, I hope you benefactors will not be surprised."

"Master Fowei Wushuang, I am willing to bow down."

"Just now, thank you Master for your mercy."

Everyone dared to blame, and monk Sanchen took the initiative to admit his mistake, so they naturally took advantage of the slope to get off the donkey.

Zhang Yucheng snorted, and turned his head away from looking at the smelly monk.

"That's it, I'm leaving." Monk Sanchen was about to leave, when he suddenly saw a little girl squatting not far away who was soaked in lake water.

The little girl's eyes are clear and shimmering. That light is persistent, hopeful, yearning, innocent, kind, and somewhat simple and honest. It accommodates everything like a mustard seed.

She was the little alcoholic who was repatriated by Li Boxue from Peach Blossom Island.

There was a sudden movement in his heart: this son seems to have a predestined relationship with Buddha.

He walked over immediately.

The giant tripod cast a large shadow, covering the little drunkard.

Monk Sanchen said: "Amitabha, you monks should be polite."

The little drunkard looked up and saw that it was a tall monk carrying a huge tripod, he got up quickly and said, "Hi, great monk."

Monk Sanchen said with a smile: "Tanyue is willing to go with the little monk, and the little monk will teach you how to practice."

The little drunkard blinked his big eyes twice, shook his head: "No."

"Why?" Monk Sanchen was puzzled, he saw that this Tanyue had no cultivation base, and for her, cultivation should be very tempting, right?

"You can't drink if you follow the monk!" The little drunkard said seriously.

Monk Sanchen said with a smile: "Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha will keep it in his heart. Tanyue can drink."

Hearing what he said, the little drunkard couldn't go with him, she said cleverly: "Grandpa drunkard said that monks who drink and eat meat are fake monks, so I don't want to go with you."

"Hahaha." Monk Sanchen laughed three times and said, "It's a pity."

He jumped over the little drunkard in two steps, his figure was like lightning, and he disappeared quickly.

The little drunkard sat down again, resting his chin and looking in the direction of Peach Blossom Island... swallowing.

……

On Peach Blossom Island, everyone returned to the peach grove and sat down.

About forty people were eliminated in the first level of temperament, and these people were left on the island to prevent them from prostitution for the second level of poetry.

"Everyone." Li Boxue stroked his white beard lightly, and said with a smile, "The second level of Wendou is to recite poems into the peach grove. After the poem is finished, open a few peach trees and get a few peach blossoms. The one with the most wins!"

"Sun Xuecai in Xiadonghua County, I'll throw bricks to attract everyone." A man stood up, looking at Yan Hanyu of Honghua Xiaozhu Xiaozhu Xiaozhu and Ning Qinger, the flower chief of Xiaoxiang Pavilion, and then he quickly walked into the peach forest, He chanted, "Peach blossoms in the spring waves, Yumen jumps three feet flat..."

After reading the word, there are three peach blossoms in full bloom.

Sun Xuecai's face was not very good-looking. Although he claimed to be attracting others, he planned to make a blockbuster. In the end, this peach tree didn't give face!

Out of a hundred peach trees, only three bloomed!
How can this be embarrassing for him?
He returned to his seat indignantly.

The people of Wenxuan Academy were busy carrying the blue head into the forest to harvest peach blossoms, and the three trees of peach blossoms were enough to hold more than half of a bamboo basket.

"Lu Zhishen in Xiaxihua County, you're making a fool of yourself!" A young man in his early twenties walked into the forest quickly.

"The embankment is green and the peach blossom water is rising. The painting boat is steady in the east wind..." After Lu Zhishen said the words, fifteen peach trees bloomed.

Lu Zhishen shook his head slightly, returning with some regret.

Sitting in the front row, Li Mu looked at Yan Hanyu next to her, and saw that her eyebrows were slightly frowned, her starry eyes were rarely solemn, and her lips under the veil were also chanting.

"Yan'er, are you... reciting poems?" Li Mu was a little surprised, the poems are so-so, they can't even be included in the textbooks, so there's nothing to memorize them.

"Brother Li." Yan Hanyu said pitifully, "Wenxuan Academy forbids us to bring paper and pens to the island, so we can only recite from memory."

"Okay, then you work hard." Li Mu encouraged her.

Yan Hanyu glared at him angrily, then turned around and continued to recite seriously.

Li Mu looked at the other tables with a smile, and found that including Ning Qing'er, all the young people in the brothel were reciting poems with solemn expressions, and even many talented people were also reciting poems!

Li Mu looked at Wenxuan Academy again. At that table, the three of them were scribbling hard and writing down poems.

Is involution so serious... Li Mu shook his head and laughed, with a relaxed expression on his face.

Following a famous talented person reciting poems into Taolin, many Qing people gave up reciting poems, they really couldn't recite them, even Yan Hanyu gave up, and planned to only recite excellent poems.

Soon, more than half of the sixty people entered the forest, and the tallest one had 37 peach trees!

At this time, another middle-aged Taoist priest got up and walked into the forest: "April spring returns to the rainy day, and the green peach blossoms feel like a passing year. There are still three thousand trees that are still red, not as fresh as the first bloom."

At the end of the poem, 55 peach blossoms were in full bloom.

Yan Hanyu's eyes glowed, and he quickly recited.

Ning Qing'er and the others also quickly closed their eyes and concentrated on reciting.

Li Mu shook his head, this essay meeting... Uh, why does it feel like a poetry recitation meeting?
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