It turns out that this is also a cultivator

Chapter 33 Poems
After the disappointment last time, Lu Fanchen's attitude towards the three of them has changed recently.

Every time when teaching a few people skills, they are very serious and the requirements are very strict.

Obviously, the martial artist who cultivated immortals is not very talented in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, not as good as those elementary school students on earth.

Half a month has passed...
The three of them were in the courtyard, besides growing vegetables and watering flowers, writing and playing the piano every day, they would occasionally be jealous.

Eating Xianjia food every day, his cultivation base is also rising.

However, Lu Fanchen was a little annoyed.

The money earned from Chu Mengyao and Lin Xi before was used to buy materials for making musical instruments, but now they are struggling again.

After purchasing a large amount of production materials, there are now pianos, erhus, suonas, flutes, gongs and other musical instruments in the courtyard.

A set of gongs and drums is only short of the final drum, and even the drum body is ready, only two pieces of high-quality animal skins are missing, and it can be done.

It just so happens that there are so many people in the courtyard now, and the sound of gongs and drums will be heard in the world of cultivating immortals by then.

In winter in the world of cultivating immortals, there will also be snow all over the sky, and the Jingshui mountain range has already been covered with a thick layer of white snow.

Lu Fanchen, who just woke up in the morning, came to the front yard to wash up as usual.

Seeing the sky full of snow, I couldn't help but think of the song "Qinyuanchun·Snow" that I learned on earth when I was a child.

Wearing a green long jacket, on a whim, he raised his head and chest, and began to read aloud.

"Qinyuanchun, snowy northern scenery, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow floating in and out of the Great Wall, but there is nothing left;

The three girls, who were learning to wash in the kitchen, immediately wiped off the foam from the corners of their mouths when they heard the young master reciting poems, and poked their heads out of the door.

"Northern country? Where is the northern country?" Qin Manyun, who had never been talented in literature, turned to look at Chu Mengyao and asked curiously.

Chu Mengyao glanced at her, shook her head helplessly, and turned her head to seriously appreciate the artistic conception in the poem.

"Thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow, isn't that what our Jingshui Mountains are like at the moment?"

Lin Xizhu thought for a moment, scratching her ears, then murmured.

Indeed, this poem is very similar to the scenery outside the courtyard at the moment.

At this moment, the Jingshui Mountains are covered in ice for thousands of miles, how could the entire mountain range be more than ten thousand miles long?
The inside and outside of the courtyard are all white, and even the water in the Jingshui River is no longer surging.

"Mountain Dance Silver Snake, the original Chi wax figure, wanting to compete with the God of Heaven. Must be sunny, look at the red dress, wrapped in plain, extraordinarily enchanting"

Immediately, the three of them fell into the poetry, as if they were standing above the entire mountain range, looking down.

The mountains are flying like silver boa constrictors, and the hills on the plateau are like many white elephants running. They all want to try to compare themselves with the sky.

It is very beautiful to wait until the sunny day to see the bright red sunshine and the white snow and ice complement each other.

"Wow, what a beautiful snow scene!"

Qin Manyun was deeply fascinated by the scene in the artistic conception, and couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"No, feel it carefully, there is a huge Dao rhyme here!"

Chu Mengyao tightly covered her small cherry mouth with both hands, and spoke in an unclear voice.

The son is so talented!There was a sudden compliment in my heart, but it was a pity that Lu Fanchen couldn't hear it.

Lin Xi's understanding is better than Qin Manyun's. After Chu Mengyao reminded her, she immediately closed her eyes and felt it carefully.

"Really...really...it's Dao Yun!"

I was so excited that I couldn't believe it. I didn't expect that the artistic conception of the young master's poems was full of Dao rhyme.

For those who have reached the middle stage of distraction, they still can't comprehend too much, but it's enough to make them terrified.

With so many dao yuns, when they reach the body-integrated state, with so many dao yuns supporting them, wouldn't it be easy to advance to the Shattering Void Realm?
"Where? Where?"

As soon as she heard about Dao Yun, Qin Manyun's eyes lit up, but it's a pity that her understanding was the worst among the three, and she still couldn't understand it.

"The country is so beautiful that it has attracted countless heroes.

Xi Qin Huang Han Wu, a little less literary talent; Tang Zong Song Zu, a little less coquettish. "

Lu Fanchen read aloud shaking his head, because he was intoxicated in his recitation, and didn't notice the strangeness of the three women.

Of course

The three women suddenly felt a bit of desolation in the artistic conception of the poem.

It seems that an old man is lamenting that the current Jiangshan is so beautiful and delicate that countless people are overwhelmed.

It's a pity that there are two big figures whose literary talents are not very good, and the other two have no courage. It's a pity to face such a delicate country!

"The proud generation, Genghis Khan, only knows how to bend a bow and shoot a big eagle.

All are gone, a few romantic figures, but also look at the present. "

After reciting, Lu Fanchen let out a long breath, looking at the white snow, let out a long breath.

Grandpa Mao is really a great man!I read such a masterpiece many times when I was in elementary school.

I didn't expect that I could still feel the scene when Grandpa Mao was writing.

At the end of the poem, the artistic conception in front of the three people also disappeared.

But it made the three of them restless all the time, and returned to the kitchen in a daze, washing up absently one by one.

"Daji, isn't breakfast ready yet?"

Lu Fanchen had already returned to the living room, sat on the table, his stomach was growling, and he asked loudly to the kitchen.

"I'm coming!"

Qin Manyun quickly picked up the freshly made steamed buns from the stove, and hurriedly took them out.

Chu Mengyao and Lin Xi looked at Qin Manyun in bewilderment, giving them contemptuous looks.

"Hey, you got up pretty early today! Yes, you've made progress, you're up without Daji calling."

Seeing that it was Qin Manyun's meal, Lu Fanchen raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said with a smile.

Then Daji and the two daughters came out of the kitchen with bowls and chopsticks.

"It seems that you all got up quite early, not bad, not bad, keep it up in the future!"

After a word of encouragement, he signaled everyone to sit down and eat.

After Qin Manyun took two bowls and chopsticks from Daji, she sat down next to Lu Fanchen.

He took the initiative to serve him rice and pick up vegetables, which seemed very attentive.

This made Lu Fanchen feel flattered.

This girl has only been normal for a few days, is she going to start flirting with me again?
So considerate and nuanced, I am not used to it!After everyone had finished their breakfast, Qin Manyun also volunteered to go to the kitchen to do the dishes.

The other three stared at each other even more, not quite understanding what she sang.

"This scheming bitch must be planning something, otherwise she would not be so considerate," Chu Mengyao cursed in her heart.

Although she knew that there must be a demon in this abnormal situation, she didn't know what kind of medicine she was selling in the gourd for a while.

Then it's study time.

After preparing the four treasures of the study, Chu Mengyao began to grind the ink, while Lin Xi stood quietly aside after laying out the rice paper.

Seeing that Qin Manyun hadn't finished the bowl, Lu Fanchen didn't start writing.

"Hurry up!"

After waiting for a while, seeing that Qin Manyun hadn't come out yet, Lu Fanchen couldn't help urging him.

Hearing the sound, Qin Manyun immediately came out of the kitchen, wiped the water off his hands, and lay down on the table.

An extremely serious look, with two big watery eyes, staring at Lu Fanchen intently.

Already accustomed to Qin Manyun's indulgence, Lu Fanchen shook his head helplessly and began to write.

"Young Master, can you write the poem you sang in the morning? I think it matches the scenery today."

Just when Lu Fanchen was about to start writing, Qin Manyun's voice was sweet, with a hint of tenderness and weakness, and he spoke extremely lethally to men.

Hearing her voice, the three people on the opposite side suddenly felt a numbness in their bodies, and Lu Fanchen shivered violently.

"Alright, that poem was written by the greatest person in my hometown!"

'The great man in Gaoren's hometown?

Wouldn't that exist beyond our imagination?
Could it be that we have just been in the artistic conception and haven't realized the true meaning of it?

Was it like that in his hometown? '

The minds of the three of them seemed to be struck by thunder, and they turned into statues for a moment.

(End of this chapter)