Chapter 218: Two hundred twenty two

Chapter 218 Chapter 222: Conquer
Xu Laoying looked at Mi Bai, and found that the opponent's eyes were shining with the same light as his own!
Although the famous master has passed away, his writings will surely survive, and they will last forever.
Since Tang Luo knows everyone like this, he must hand the mantle to the Tang family if he wants to come.
Thinking of thousands of unheard poems, Xu Laoying asked excitedly: "Are those manuscripts at home? Take them out and have a look!"
Tang Luo tilted his head, wondering: "The original? What original?"
"It's the manuscript of other poems!?"
"There is no original."
"Then have you copied everyone's collection of poems?"
"There is no collection of poems."
"Then how many poems do you remember from everyone?"
"Just this one." Tang Luo said lightly.
More than 1,500 new poems just disappeared like this, it felt like waking up and breaking into labor.
Xu Laoying pointed at Tang Luo, his angry fingers trembling: "You, you, you"
Hearing that the only poem everyone left in the world was "Wang Yue", Mi Bai's expression was also very lonely, but he knew that Tang Luo could not be blamed.
The way of poetry has declined, and it is mostly popular in brothel prostitutes. As a martial artist like a arrogant man, how can he appreciate it.
Mi Bai patted Xu Laoying on the shoulder and persuaded: "It's a blessing to be able to get a hand of strange poems, so why is Brother Xu sorry."
Tang Luo had a calm face. He didn't have much interest in poems. He could remember that Wangyue was because the poem was too unforgettable.
Not to mention that this world has been fifteen years old, so I can still remember it so clearly.
"Hey." Xu Laoying sighed, his face full of loneliness: "I want to get drunk."
It is best to be so drunk that you have forgotten that there was once such a person, who made a thousand and five white poems.
Only in this way can he not feel so sad.
Seeing the loneliness of the two "literati", Tang Luo touched his chin and reminded: "Yun also looked at it, Zhi Ye chanted, is it time for us to go down the mountain?"
"Humph!" Xu Laoying hummed angrily at Tang Luo, "With Du Ziteng and Yang Fan, you are afraid that the child will be lost."
He was still immersed in the pain of loss, unable to extricate himself from it, and even unable to speak nicely to Tang Luo, but Mi Bai heard Tang Luo's reminder and hurriedly seconded: "Yes, we should go down as soon as possible."
When the three of them returned to the bamboo forest, they saw a group of surrounding children, surrounded by beige, with excitement on their faces and unstoppable longing in their eyes.
No matter where you fly, it is a romantic thing.
The sky is even more of a mysterious abode full of attractiveness, and the children keep asking what is in the daytime.
Before Xu Laoying had recovered from his regret, he walked straight to the pavilion, grabbed the half-pot of Zhuyeqing and poured it into his mouth.
There is a saying that a toast is to dissipate sorrow and worry even more.
Since childhood, he felt for the first time what it means to lose one hundred million.
Tang Luo, who had just finished vomiting, was feeling lack in his belly, and wanted to enter the pavilion to replenish some energy, when he saw Du Ziteng walking towards him.
The face of the young warrior was full of sadness and fragility, but he insisted on walking to Tang Luo: "Why are you saying this to me?"
"Hey, he's smarter." Tang Luo laughed. Such a straightforward young man would think deeply about his purpose. Knowing that he had come up to ask, it seemed that he was no longer a stunned boy.
Listening to Tang Luo's teasing, Du Ziteng could only smile wryly, is he smart? He didn't think.
It's just that his father told him after the Xingchen Pavilion incident that the world may have inexplicable malice, but there will never be unreasonable goodwill, so he usually asks why.
Even with his wisdom, Tang Luo directly pointed out the flaws of Chixia Gong. It was not as simple as a casual chat, but his head was almost broken, and he could not think of the other party's purpose.
So for a while, I was so sad that I could only bite the bullet and asked.
But Tang Luo did not answer. He just smiled and took the dragon soul pendant from his waist and handed it to Du Ziteng, "Come on, convey what I said to your clan chief. This is your luck."
Du Ziteng looked at the dragon soul pendant with joy in his eyes.
This was originally the body protector that his father sought for him, but it was used as an apocalypse for Tang Luo as a birthday gift. He had been obsessed with this incident, and when he saw that the dragon soul was lost, he recovered, and for a while he forgot to find out.
He swallowed his saliva and asked, "Really give it to me?"
Tang Luo squinted and smiled, and then handed the jade pendant forward: "Let you take it and hold it. There is nothing wrong with you here. Go back by yourself."
Du Ziteng's eyes stared straight at the white jade dragon pendant in front of him, took it with both hands, and then quickly left without looking back, for fear that Tang Luo would regret it.
Looking at his eager back, Tang Luo smiled again, walked to the pavilion and sat down, and happily picked up a peanut and put it in his mouth.
"Um~ crispy and delicious." Tang Luozan said.
"Hiccup~~" Xu Laoying hiccuped his wine, put down the empty hip flask, and asked Tang Luo, "Are you trying to subdue this Chixia Village?"
He heard the conversation between the two of them just now. Originally, he didn't know Tang Luo's purpose, but looking at the scene where the Dragon Soul Pendant was finally delivered, if he didn't see any clues, he would be a family member.
Only Du Ziteng that silly boy would think that this dragon soul pendant is just an expense for errands.
It is strange that Xu Laoying with a gloomy face would take the initiative to talk to him.
Tang Luo turned his head, raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile: "Aren't you angry?"
"Angry!" Xu Laoying replied very decisively: "But I decided not to care about you who don't know how to appreciate."
Too lazy to care about you, Tang Luo ignored the other party's grievances, and took another peanut, which was very happy.
As a sage son who can feel the emotions of others, Tang Luo's calm appearance aroused Xu Laoying's curiosity: "You are so sure to solve the ills of that lower-level exercise?"
There are nothing more than two incomes, kindness or prestige.
In Tang Luo's current realm, he would definitely be incapable of oppressing a village, but thinking of his identity as a martial arts researcher, he thought it should be able to solve the crisis of Chixia Village and conquer the village, but The roots of this lower-level exercise are basically extremely complicated. In addition to difficult arguments, it is necessary to find the secret door of the designer of the exercise method. In some designs, there is more than one secret door.
So it is undoubtedly a very difficult thing to change this kind of exercise.
"Try it, there is nothing to lose if you don't succeed." Tang Luo smiled and replied casually.
Because of the limitations of his realm, his improved techniques and martial arts are all Huang-level, but his breakthrough speed is so amazing, even if the Chixia Gong problem cannot be solved now, it will definitely be possible in the future, so he did not panic.
Xu Laoying looked at Tang Luo's full-fledged chest, teasing: "The eight characters have not been written yet, so why are you happy? You are not sure that you can solve the problem of the exercises and want to conquer this village. I see nothing. How proud of that young man's practice."
Tang Luo put down his chopsticks, stretched out a finger and shook it gently: "I wasn't sure just now, but now, I'm pretty sure."
(End of this chapter)