Joy of Life: Rebirth of the Second Prince, Inviting Emperor Qing to Die

Chapter 282: The Battle of Grandmasters in the Ancient River
"That's right, brother."

Fan Ruoruo seemed to have thought of something, and asked Fan Xian in front of her:
"Wasn't your literary talent before very impressive?"

"It's a good opportunity to compete with the Second Prince to see who is better."

Fan Xian waved his hand and said, "When I was in Danzhou before, I read the poems written by the Second Prince. His writing is indeed good."

"Of course I can't beat him."

Are you kidding me?
His so-called literary talent was all plagiarized from the knowledge he learned in his previous life. In fact, he didn't have much real ability.

Moreover, judging from the ancient poems Li Chengze had written before, he already knew that knowledge.

If we really compete in poetry and prose, wouldn't it be like the big copy against the small copy...

Hey?
Yup!

Why didn't he think of it before?

Now, people in the entire Qing Kingdom think that Li Chengze has good literary talent and that no one in the world can compare with the ancient poems he wrote.

However, all the ancient poems written by Li Chengze were plagiarized from others.

If he could get in touch with the other party, wouldn't he be able to damage his reputation?

Others don’t know, but he, Fan Xian, knows.

When Fan Xian thought of this, he came up with another plan in his mind.

At this time, Fan Ruoruo held her chin with both hands, rested her head on the table, and looked at Fan Xian.

"Brother, you are so modest."

"I've always thought that Big Brother's writing is great, especially the stories he tells, like 'Ning Caichen and Xiaoqian', 'Hua Guzi and An Youyu', 'White Snake and Xu Xian' and so on."

"The most exciting one is the so-called Red Mansion. If you write it down, it will definitely be very popular."

"What?" Versace was shocked. He threw the unfinished apple in his hand directly to the ground and asked:

"Brother, can you tell stories?"

"Tell me a few quick ones. I want to hear them too."

Fan Ruoruo nodded and said, "That's right, big brother, please tell me another one. I haven't heard it for a long time."

"Okay." Faced with his brother and sister's pleading, Fan Xian had no choice but to agree.

Anyway, during this period of time, I have been staying in that inexplicable space and feeling very bored, so it is a good opportunity to talk more.

"Then I will tell you a story about a 'hero from the grass roots'."

"Okay, okay." Fan Ruoruo and Fansizhe started clapping.

Fan Xian nodded and said, "It is said that at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, there is a white snake that has been practicing for a thousand years. In order to become an immortal, she wants to find the people she saved before to repay her gratitude."

"Later I found out that this benefactor's name was Xu Xian, a doctor from Hangzhou..."

Afterwards, Fan Xian began to talk incessantly, telling the story of this love story between a human and a demon.

……

the other side.

Wuzhu, wearing black clothes and with a black cloth covering his face, was walking slowly in the mountains.

Since he left the Fan Mansion, he headed south, looking for something.

Soon, Wuzhu came to a cliff and looked at the river below.

The river stretches for more than a hundred miles, with ripples constantly appearing on it, and a small boat sailing on it.

"Finally found."

Wu Zhu said this coldly and jumped off the cliff.

His body fell rapidly, like a shot arrow, and gusts of wind continued to blow in his ears.

Just as Wuzhu's body was about to fall on the rock on the ground, he quickly stepped on the tiptoes.

‘Bang’ sound.

The tip of the toes stepped on the stone, causing a loud noise. After crushing it into pieces, it was ejected forward again.

Wuzhu's body tapped the lake surface a few times and then rushed towards the boat.

at the same time.

At the stern of the boat sat an old man with gray hair.

He was wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat, holding a fishing rod in his hand, and was leisurely fishing. When the old man saw Wuzhu flying quickly not far away, he shook his head helplessly.

"This guy always does these things every time he comes here."

"I waited so long for this fish, but now it's let go."

As he spoke, the old man swung the fishing rod in his hand violently, hitting the water surface.

"boom!"

Following a sound.

The river water, which was originally rippling, suddenly burst into a thick stream, like a swimming water snake, rushing towards Wuzhu.

Upon seeing this, Wu Zhu immediately swung the iron pestle in his hand and chopped forward quickly.

The ferocious water snake was directly broken into two halves and scattered in all directions.

"Humph!"

Wu Zhu snorted coldly, and ran faster, appearing in front of the old man in an instant.

"It came quite quickly!"

The old man raised the fishing rod in his hand and swung it forward with force.

As the true energy in the body surged, the river water in front of him was stirred up, forming a huge water curtain that rose into the air.

Wuzhu's body did not stop at all. He passed through the water curtain and swung the iron pestle in his hand.

"boom!"

Wu Zhu struck the boat hard with one move, causing a loud noise.

Immediately afterwards, the entire boat broke into pieces and splashed in all directions.

In an instant, countless pieces of wood quickly fell onto the water.

"Crash..."

Not only that.

Even the water curtains just now fell onto the water surface.

At this time, Wu Zhu looked around and found that the old man had disappeared.

He was the only one left on the entire river.

The vast river is calm, like a huge mirror, reflecting the blue sky.

However, above the lake, Wu Zhu's figure stood in the air.

The old man who had been standing on the boat just now disappeared.

However, Wu Zhu did not find it strange, but said coldly:
"Come out now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he smashed the iron pestle in his hand into the river water under his feet.

"boom!"

There was another loud noise.

A stream of water several feet high suddenly burst out on the originally calm river surface.

Immediately afterwards, the old man who had just disappeared suddenly emerged from the water.

He glanced at Wu Zhu and sneered, "Boy, I haven't seen you for many years. Try my 'Liu Yun San Shou'!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his palm and swung it forward, bringing up a strong stream of water that shot forward like a sharp arrow.

But Wu Zhu dodged sideways, lightly tapped the water with his feet, and leaped high into the air like an eagle swooping down on its prey. With his other hand, he changed his palm into a claw and went straight for the old man's face.

The old man was indeed not in a hurry. He leaned back and sank into the water, disappearing in an instant.

Wuzhu frowned, looked around vigilantly, and began to paddle the iron pestle in his hand towards the water.

After counting the breaths.

The old man suddenly broke out of the water from under Wuzhu, bringing with him a strong airflow.

He rushed in front of Wuzhu and immediately swung his hands surrounded by true energy, attacking his abdomen with a tremendous force.

After Wuzhu was hit, his body flew backwards several feet away, then fell heavily into the water and disappeared.

The old man stepped on a few broken wooden boards, folded his hands across his chest, and said with a smile:
"Wuzhu, I haven't seen you for many years. How is my level?"

(End of this chapter)