Wild boar

Chapter 116
Ruan Lihua's crying stopped suddenly.

She let go of her hand and took the initiative to get out of Mr. Lu's arms.

Ruan Lihua let herself fall into the sea of ​​flowers, like a helpless withered petal.

There is no more grief than death, no more sorrow than silence.

Mr. Lu stretched out his hand and lifted Ruan Lihua up.

Ruan Lihua stubbornly wanted to shake him off, but found that she couldn't shake him off no matter what, so she turned to look at Zhu Zishan angrily.

"Zhukov, come here and help me!" Ruan Lihua said loudly.

"Help me defeat this man named Lu, and I will let you go to the secret room and let you play with me!" Ruan Lihua gritted her teeth and said.

Uh, I didn't expect this reversal.

But how could Zhu Zishan be taken advantage of by a woman?
He stood up straight, with a serious look on his face.

"Miss Lihua, a gentleman speaks his words but never his actions. Zhu is a scholar, not a martial artist, so I can't help but obey my orders." Zhu Zishan said seriously.

"Zhukov! I know that your martial arts skills are superb. If you defeat this Mr. Lu, I will be your concubine and serve you for life." Ruan Lihua said again.

"Ahem! Miss Lihua, please don't say such ignorant words again. This Mr. Lu won't accept your love for the time being. He must have his own reasons. Why do you have to force it? Calm down and have a cup of tea. Everything will be over. Two people "Hey, Zhu's house has made soup, and there is still a fire on the stove. If you don't go back, there will be a fire on the stove, so I say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye." Zhu Zishan clasped his fists, turned around and left with a smile on his face.

"Stop!" A cold voice sounded from behind.

Zhu Zishan stopped.

"Hey. I wonder what Mr. Lu's orders are?"

"Zhukov, you broke into our Fengya Academy with evil intentions and just wanted to get away with a pat on the back. That would be too cheap." Lu Jun said coldly.

"Master Lu, Fengya Academy is open for business, and I came in to support it. How can it be called evil intentions?" Zhu Zishan defended.

"Zhukov! According to the rules of Fengya Academy, any man who comes to seek sex must write poems and songs to show off his talent. If a woman favors him, he can enter the house and have sex. How can there be any use of force?"

"Zhukov, where are your poems?" Lu Jun asked coldly.

"He has written poetry." Ruan Lihua rolled her eyes and said.

"Oh, what poem?" Mr. Lu became interested.

"Two little bees, fly to the flowers, fly, fly, fly, pout your mouth." Ruan Lihua immediately recited Zhu Zishan's masterpiece.

"Hahahahaha" Lu Jun laughed loudly.

After he finished laughing, there was a faint blood red color in Mr. Lu's eyes, which looked dangerous and terrifying.

"It's ridiculous that animals write poems, it's ridiculous, hum! I think it's more appropriate to stew you." Lu Jun said with a double entendre.

Mr. Lu tossed it gently, and Ruan Lihua fell to the grass beside it.

The bloody evil energy immediately covered Lu Jun’s body
This is a hands-on rhythm.

Zhu Zishan patted the storage bag calmly, and already held the two talismans in his hands.

One is the mid-level flying talisman. This flying talisman seized from Duan Jinyue, a direct monk of the Bai family, can prevent him from being killed immediately.

The second talisman is an aqua-blue communication talisman. This talisman can summon the insidious high-level monk Ma Shengfeng, which is Zhu Zishan's biggest trump card to save his life.

But don’t use your trump card if you can!

Holding the two talismans in his hands, Zhu Zishan was at ease, and listened to him calmly sarcastically saying in poetry: "The ruthless young master prefers poetry, and I look for new words in Fengyue Kiln."

Lu Jun, who originally wanted to kill the pig, looked stunned. He didn't know how to answer.

The wild boar demon in front of him actually attacked him with words. If he had attacked him with force, he would be at a disadvantage, so he hesitated on the spot.However, at this moment, a man's voice came from outside the flowers and grass.

"A passionate woman is full of sorrow, but the man she loves is hard-hearted."

Zhu Zishan turned around and saw a young man in white coming from the path. This man was Lu Jun's good friend Xu Haichuan.

The ruthless young man prefers poetry,
Looking for new words in Fengyue Kiln.

A passionate woman is full of sorrow,
The man you love has a heart of stone.

The two men sang in harmony and actually recited a poem.

The first two sentences are about the wild boar demon in front of him mocking himself, while the second two sentences are about his friend Xu Haichuan blaming himself for letting down the beauty.

But even if Xu Haichuan has this talent, why can this wild boar demon wearing human skin also recite poetry?
Is it?
Scenes from when he first arrived on the surface more than two years ago emerged before his eyes.

Qu Mu, the only remaining elder in the clan, said to her with a solemn face: "Honghuo! This golden elixir was refined by the great shaman during his lifetime. After the wild boar took the golden elixir, it could transform into a half-human, half-animal form. I can have sex with you and give birth to new Shura tribesmen, but this elixir has great side effects. It can enlighten this wild boar’s past life wisdom and revive its old wisdom.”

"The abyss demon dragon obviously had a sworn feud with the Shura tribe in its previous life, so it went on a killing spree against the Shura tribe. However, the wisdom of this wild boar is unknown."

It should be...

Only wild boars with wisdom from previous lives know how to compose poetry.

If the wild boar demon in front of him is really the wild boar that ate the Su Hui Golden Pill, then he and he are destined to be together.
Thinking of this, the murderous intention in Lu Jun's heart disappeared. He clasped his fists and said to Xu Haichuan: "Mr. Xu, thank you for the rescue."

"Where." Xu Haichuan waved his hand, walked towards Zhu Zishan, clasped his fists and said, "I am Xu Haichuan, the number one scholar in Yongzhou Literature. May I ask who you are?"

"My younger brother, Zhukov, barely studied for two years." Zhu Zishan said with a smile.

"I've admired him for a long time, I've admired him for a long time. Mr. Zhu has always spoken well. He has talents and talents, so it's better to describe them in Qujiang Pavilion." Xu Haichuan said.

After a moment.

Qujiang Pavilion.

Five beautiful women finally returned to their home, including the talented Xu Haichuan, the heartthrob Lu Jun, and a strange man wearing a red robe.

"Master Zhu, this is the poem that Xu just wrote with the theme of welcoming the spring, but please take a look."

Zhu Zishan buried his head and looked at it, then hummed in a low voice: "Welcome the spring and send it back again. The spring is not the same as the old days. You must remember the good things of the year, just for fear that when the flowers bloom, people will leave."

This is another good poem that advises people not to live up to the kindness of a beautiful woman.

The poetry of another world is also quite powerful. The quality of this poetry is not inferior to some ancient poems in the previous life. I don’t know if I can do it with my nine-year compulsory education with a lower than average level.

"Brother Xu is a great talent. This is indeed a good poem." Zhu Zishan sincerely praised it.

"I don't dare to take it seriously, Brother Zhu. Why don't we write a poem with the theme of 'love'? What do you think?" Xu Haichuan asked.

"Okay! Brother Xu, let's do this. I'll build the upper palace, and you can make the lower palace, and combine them into a poem. What do you think?" Zhu Zishan said with a smile.

"Brother Zhu, please!"

Zhu Zishan took a deep breath, and a classic line from Li Mochou slowly came out of his mouth: "Asking what love is in the world can make you agree between life and death."

This poem was written by a poet of the Jin Dynasty. It is not a neat seven-character quatrain. Zhu Zishan asked himself that he did not have the ability to take over half of the poem. He could only see whether Xu Dacai had the ability to recite a poem worthy of a classic. .

But the reason why classics are classics is because they are difficult to surpass.

I remember that in his previous life, Zhu Zishan secretly watched a romantic movie with a very simple plot. When his teacher discovered it, he took him to the office and scolded him. Then he recited this classic line with tears in his eyes.

The teacher who scolded him cried on the spot...

(End of this chapter)