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Chapter 2250 Will drink, second-class poetic soul?

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    "copy?"

    "Yes, I did copy this poem!"

    Luo Yun's voice resounded all around.

    But before everyone could react, he said again: "I copied these poems from my dream!"

    "Copied in a dream?"

    Everyone didn't understand.

    Mrs. Liu, Luo Yubracelet, Feng Xiao and other family members looked at each other in confusion.

    Situ Chong frowned and asked: "Little friend, what do you mean? Is this poem written by you?"

    Jin Guda looked disdainful: "Brother Situ, didn't you hear clearly? This poem was copied, why did you copy it in a dream, hum"

    "What do you know?"

    Luo Yun glanced at the little prince Yuanmeng: "My dream is a prosperous Tang Dynasty, where poetry is at its peak, singing and dancing are peaceful!"

    "There are the Four Masters of the Early Tang Dynasty, there are the Immortals and Sages of Poetry, the Ghosts of Poetry and the Outstanding Poetry, the Great Poetry Buddha, the Devil of Poetry and the God of Poetry, the Eight Masters, and the Seven Masters"

    Luo Yun showed an expression of intoxication and aftertaste.

    Emperor Tang was dumbfounded.

    Poetry Immortal and Poetry Saint?  God of Poetry?

    Xiaoyun, this is not a nonsense, how can we have such characters in Tang Dynasty!

    "Fairy of Poetry and Sage of Poetry? It really is a dream. The Great Tang ruled the country with martial arts. In terms of poetry and articles, it is not as good as the neighboring countries of the Western Regions and Xuanfeng Empire!"

    Jin Gu shook his fan and sneered:

    "However, the poem just now is really good. If Mr. Luo wants to prove that he didn't copy it, it's easy. Just look at the soul of the poem."

    A disciple of Qiankun Academy also pointed at Luo Yun: "That's right, let's show the soul of poetry!"

    Another also said: "The soul of poetry can only be condensed by a real author, and it cannot be faked."

    "The soul of poetry? This"

    Luo Yun scratched his head awkwardly.

    We don't understand how the soul of poetry is condensed, and we dare not ask.

    The key is that this song "Will Enter the Wine" was indeed not made by him.

    "Haha, it's stupid!"

    Jin Guda laughed triumphantly: "Okay, brothers, let's come and hear how much Xiao Wang's poems are worth"

    "It's not your own poem, but you still use it as a pretense?"

    Kubiliang scolded from a distance, his tone full of sarcasm.

    "Okay, Xiaoyun, sit down."

    Feng Xiao smiled, and said to Luo Yun: "Although this poem was not written by you, its boldness, romance, and majesty are the only ones I have ever seen in my life, and even immortals may not be able to compose it."

    "etc!"

    At this time, Luo Yun vaguely discovered something in the sea of ??consciousness: "Brother-in-law, take a look, is this thing the soul of poetry?"

    Following his voice, a large group of red spirits gushed out from between his brows, the words danced and danced, unpredictable, and a heroic and heroic aura rushed straight to Xiaohan!

    "Huh?! This is¡ª"

    When Feng Xiao saw this group of red poetic souls, he was so frightened that he almost turned his back on his back, and his demeanor was lost: "A second-class poetic soul is actually a second-class poetic soul!!"

    Wow!

    The seats of the entire Tang Empire, hundreds of princes and grandchildren, were blown up.

    When Jin Guda saw the color and breath of Luo Yun's poetic soul, he petrified on the spot.

    "Second-class poetic soul!"

    Situ Chong stared at Luo Yun intently, his eyeballs half protruding from their sockets, as if he had discovered a peerless treasure.

    "My God!"

    Madam Liu, Luo Yubracelet, Princess Xiangning, Princess Jingjue and other girls all covered their mouths and noses, in disbelief.

    And Shen Quan, who was eating, almost bit off his tongue.

    "How is it possible? Did I read it wrong?"

    Princess Jingjue's cherry lips trembled slightly: ""Bodhisattva Man¡¤Early Spring" is the masterpiece of my life, and it is only a fifth-class poetic soul"

    "A second-class poetic soul?"

    Luo Yun frowned slightly.

    Is Li Bai's second-class poetic soul only after drinking wine?

    Doesn't this kind of poetic soul want to go to heaven?

    "Shua!"

    That Situ Chong, almost teleporting into the seat of the Tang Dynasty, grabbed Luo Yun's collar: "Sell this poetic soul to me! One million Bodhi Pills!"

    "Looking for death!"

    Luo Yuanwu slapped furiously, and the dragon-shaped true energy roared out.

    "Huh? Valkyrie!"

    Situ Chong did not expect that Duke Wu of the Tang Dynasty was actually a martial god, but he was also a true immortal, so he was not afraid. He rolled up his sleeves and said, "Perform martial arts with talent!"

    Pure white talent gushes out?Condensed into a powerful martial god, forcibly surpassing Luo Yuanwu's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

    But after a face-to-face meeting, the Valkyrie was torn to pieces by the palm of Jianglong, and he was destroyed.

    "so smart?"

    Situ Chong still refused to let go of Luo Yun, he opened his mouth and said, "Swords!"

    Talent once again condenses into a growth spear and a sharp sword, and the power is billions of times stronger than the original Minister of Civilization.

    "snort!"

    The Emperor Tang also made a move, and the monstrous soul power poured out to protect everyone in Datang.

    "You beast, don't stop!"

    A loud shout came from the sky, and it was the elders of Qiankun Academy who had arrived.

    Situ Chong's "swords and swords" were directly shattered by this violent drinking, and he quickly let go of Luo Yun: "FengElder Feng!"

    "What a disgrace, as an inner disciple of my Qiankun Academy, actually for mere Fuck, second-class poetic soul?"

    The "Elder Feng" who rushed over almost lost control of his emotions after seeing the red soul of poetry in Luo Yuntuo's hand.

    However, he is a Xuanxian after all, so he captured his heart in an instant, and angrily scolded: "You bastard, hurry up and apologize to this young master!"

    "Yes, yes, Mr. Luo, I hope you will forgive me for being reckless next time."

    Situ Chong quickly saluted and apologized.

    The way the two juniors behind him looked at Luo Yun also completely changed.

    Luo Yun collected the soul of poetry into the sea of ??consciousness, and didn't give them any good looks.

    These "scholars" are really not good birds. When they see something good, their true colors are exposed.

    "Hehe, this little friend is Feng Ji, the inner elder of Xia Qiankun Academy!"

    "Can you call out that poetic soul just now, so that the old man can observe it?"

    Elder Feng flew down, and Situ Chong had no choice but to step aside.

    'Second-class poetic soul, second-class poetic soul!  '

    'If I get it, I can save ten thousand years of hard work by refining it a little bit, and I just missed it.  '

    'well!  It seems that Elder Feng will have to go.  '

    Situ Chong was full of unwillingness.

    Luo Yun looked at the elder with a kind face in front of him, and said in a child's tone: "I won't show it to you, what should you do if you snatch it away?"

    "Hahaha!"

    Elder Feng laughed three times: "Little friend, you don't know yet, this poetic soul is mysterious, unless you give it to me willingly, otherwise I can't take it away."

    Luo Yun turned to look at Feng Xiao: "Really, brother-in-law?"

    Feng Xiao nodded: "Elder Feng is right."

    Luo Yun thought about it again: "Okay, then I'll show it to you."

    With a thought, the bright red soul of poetry floated out from between the eyebrows again.

    There was a suffocation all around.

    "Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky Life must be full of joy I am born with talents to be useful Together with you, we will eliminate the eternal sorrow"

    "Good poetry, good poetry!"

    "The old man has lived for five years, and he has never seen such pride. He is simply swallowing mountains and rivers!"

    Elder Feng, who is a dignified and mysterious fairy, couldn't help but tremble after reading it once: "Little friend, is this poem written by you?"

    "Feng Ji, aren't you talking nonsense?"

    "Second-class poetic souls are worth between one billion and tens of billions of Bodhi Pills. Who would be willing to give such a treasure?"

    At this time, another immortal voice came from above.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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