Six Ways of Fumo

Chapter 1473 Ke Cailian

Ding Ermiao was showing off her elegance, reciting poems while writing, and had no idea that someone was killing her behind her.

In fact, even if he knew it, with his current cultivation level, he wouldn't be able to avoid this sword.

Fortunately, the sword slowly stopped half an inch away from Ding Ermiao's heart, and the hilt was held in the hand of a woman in red.

The person who came was about [-] years old, wearing rich brocade clothes and a rose-red cloak. He had willow eyebrows and apricot eyes, and he had the appearance of a celestial being.His face was very cold and his eyes were like swords.

The sword was pointed at Ding Ermiao's back, and the tip of the sword did not move at all, which showed his cultivation level.

"...The sound of a distant bell urges guests to leave, and the long journey is long before they return. Lead my green horse, and whip my willow silk whip. Step on the road when I come, and look for my old joy. Looking back, I see you are across the bank, and I wave goodbye to you. Tears."

Ding Ermiao was so excited about poetry that he couldn't control himself and continued to recite:

"Looking at you hiding your tears in sorrow, watching you smiling as you move the boat, you are lost in thought, blocked and unable to speak. You can pick lotuses in the south of the Yangtze River, and the fields are empty with lotus leaves! Don't say picking lotus together, don't say picking lotus alone, the west wind blows the fragrance from the lotus pond, Night travelers' dreams are as cold as water..."

At the end of the chant, Ding Ermiao almost burst into tears thinking of Ji Xiaoxiao, Wu Zhanzhan, Gu Qinglan and others.

And the sword behind him started to tremble, its tip swaying like a willow leaf blown by the wind.

Finally, the woman in red slowly withdrew the sword, put her hands behind her cloak, and the sword disappeared without a trace.

"Sir, who wrote this poem?" The woman in red suddenly spoke and asked from behind Ding Ermiao.

"Who?" Ding Ermiao was startled and took two steps forward before looking back.

Taking two steps forward is to prevent sneak attacks from behind. This is Ding Ermiao's accumulated experience in countless actual combats, and he used it unconsciously.

"Sir, don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person." The woman in red couldn't help but smile when she saw Ding Ermiao's embarrassed look, and slowly stepped forward and said, "I really like the poem you just wrote, please, can you do it for me... …Read it again?”

Ding Ermiao looked at the beauty in red in front of him warily and asked, "Are you...?"

"I am a passerby. I walked by here accidentally and heard my husband reciting poetry, so I stopped." The woman in red said.

Passerby?Ding Ermiao mentally rejected this statement.This woman definitely has some cultivation, otherwise, it would be impossible for her to pass by this place and not hear the footsteps.

The situation was unclear and it was difficult to distinguish between friend and foe, so Ding Ermiao had no choice but to deal with it and said with a smile: "Show off your elegance and make the girl laugh."

"I'm not laughing, but I really like this poem. Can you write it down and give it to me?" The woman in red looked at Ding Ermiao and said, "If you do it, sir, I will be very grateful."

It's just an ordinary lotus-picking poem, but it actually requires a lot of thanks. It seems that the construction of spiritual civilization in this great wilderness country is still in its infancy, and people's entertainment life is still very monotonous.

"Of course, it's just a piece of cake." Ding Ermiao thought for a while and said, "But my family is poor, and I don't have paper and pen."

"It doesn't matter, I'll take it with me." The woman in red took her hand out of her cloak, holding a brush, a piece of white paper, and a jade bottle, which must have contained ink.

"Wow... are you a fairy? You can actually conjure things?" Ding Ermiao asked with his eyes wide open, as if he was mentally retarded.

The woman in red can casually take out a pen and paper from behind her buttocks. She must be carrying a storage ring or something. Needless to say, she must be a person with extremely high cultivation level.Ding Ermiao kept a secret, pretended to be an idiot, and concealed his knowledge.

"I'm not a fairy, just...an ordinary person who can do a little magic." The woman in red smiled sweetly and said, "Come on, sir, please write this poem to me."

Ding Ermiao nodded, wondering where to write a poem for her.

At this time, Qiu Shuang Qiu Lu poked her head out from the lotus leaves in the distance and was startled when she saw the woman in red and Ding Ermiao standing together.

Then, Qiu Lu opened her mouth and asked: "Brother Ermiao, who... is this person? Is it your former wife?"

Because Ding Ermiao said that he is a man with a wife.Qiu Lu was new to the world, so when she saw the beauty in red and Ding Ermiao standing together, she took it for granted that Ding Ermiao's original wife had come to find her.

"No, no, don't talk nonsense..." Ding Ermiao was taken aback and hurriedly waved to Qiu Lu.

"You are a daring bitch, you speak without restraint. Believe it or not, I will kill you!" The pretty face of the woman in red changed, she opened her eyes angrily and shouted at Qiu Lu.

Qiu Lu was so frightened that she made a splash and retreated into the water again.

Worried that the woman in red would suddenly kill her, Ding Ermiao hurriedly stood in front of her and said, "Girl, please don't be offended. They can't speak. I'll apologize on their behalf."

The woman in red glanced at Ding Ermiao's face and asked, "Your name is... Ermiao."

"My surname is Ding, Ding Ermiao."

"Ding Ermiao..., the name is a bit vulgar." The woman in red muttered.

"Yes, yes, country people all have vulgar names." Ding Ermiao chuckled and asked, "May I know your girl's name?"

The woman in red was a little surprised. She looked at Ding Ermiao for a long time and said, "It's okay to tell you. My surname is Ke and my name is Ke Cailian."

"Ke Cailian? What a good name, it feels so otherworldly! Lotus can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are fields of lotus leaves!" Ding Ermiao smiled and instantly understood why the woman in red liked this lotus picking poem.

Turning to face the lotus pond, Ding Ermiao shouted: "Qiu Shuang Qiu Lu, don't be afraid. Miss Ke Cailian has forgiven you."

Let me put it this way first, even if Ke Cailian doesn't forgive, she's still embarrassed, right?

Sure enough, Ke Cailian looked at the boat deep in the lotus leaves and asked: "Who is this autumn frost and autumn dew of yours?"

"Uh..., it's my wife, they are all my wives." Ding Ermiao said.

Ke Cailian glanced at Ding Ermiao and walked towards a big stone by the lotus pond. She turned her wrist and the sword was already in her hand.

Then, a three-foot green peak flashed past, and a layer of the big stone was shaved off, making it as flat as a tabletop.

Ding Ermiao was surprised. This girl was lifting weights as lightly as she could. This sword was not an ordinary skill. Even with her previous cultivation, she could not flatten a stone with one sword like her.

"Mr. Ding, just write it here." Ke Cailian said.

"Okay, let's show off our ugliness." Ding Ermiao squatted beside the big stone, unfolded the paper and pen to write.

But just after writing two lines, Ke Cailian stopped.

"Mr. Ding, why don't I understand the words you wrote?" Ke Cailian stared at the white paper and asked with a frown.

Fuck, the characters of the Great Wilderness Kingdom are different from those of the Huaxia Kingdom on Earth?Fainted and wasted the graceful calligraphy of his hand.

Ding Ermiao's heart skipped a beat, then he raised his head and sneered, saying: "Country people don't read much, so that's how they doodle..."

"Doodle? Which teacher told you to draw like this?" Ke Cailian asked.

"Uh..., the teacher died early, I drew it myself." Ding Ermiao scratched his scalp, looking embarrassed.

(End of this chapter)