"roar"

A roar shook the world. In an instant, the people in the villa were awakened one after another, and the two guys of Xiong Daxiong rushed into the void with iron sticks in an instant.

"Brother, aren't all the tigers in the mountains being beaten up by us? Why are there such scary things that come out again? This time, I have to knock their teeth all over."

"Idiot, this is not the sound of a tiger at all." Xiong Da shouted with a serious face.

"Isn't it a tiger? There are no other beasts in the mountains except tigers? Brother, what kind of beast is that?"

"Hmph! You usually know how to eat, but you don't even understand this common sense. I think this call should be a big black bear! The kind of two people are taller!"

"Is that true?"

A single horn soared into the sky, reflecting a cold light like metal. The huge head rushed out of the magic circle, and this head alone was as high as a building in the villa. After the body squeezed out of the magic circle, Lu Sheng even doubted whether the small pool in Jingyetan could accommodate this big Buddha.

In the original work, the Spirit Lord is very big, but Lu Sheng didn't expect it to be so big. His body length is more than 60 meters, twice that of a blue whale. His height is also forty meters. A huge head accounts for almost one-third of his body.

In terms of body shape and structure, the water kirin is more like a lion, but the iconic characteristics of tiger body, dragon tail, and cow hooves tell Lu Sheng that although it is not pure blood, the bloodline of a series is quite correct.

The whole body is covered with blue scales, and the breath is filled with dark clouds.

After Shui Qilin came out, he looked at the surrounding scenery with a confused look on his face. He must have been summoned to this strange place and felt a little uncomfortable. But soon, his eyes looked at Lu Sheng, Bu Feiyan and the others floating in the void.

With the same mind and intentions, Shui Qilin knew that it was Lu Sheng who summoned him. In this world, Lu Sheng was his master. And the person around him... had the smell of a master, so he was half the master.

He had the first experience of summoning Dahuang, so Lu Sheng knew that the summoned pets would not eat their master, so he did not take much attention.

"Lingzun, this quiet night pond will be your place to live in the future. I will invite you to come and hope you will take care of the villa for me."

"Chi" The water Qilin sprayed out a cloud of mist, and nodded as if he agreed.

"In a while, I will bring you the people in my village to know. There are few people going out in my village and there are few outsiders coming."

On the top of the cliff behind the mountain in the middle, Xiong Er and Xiong Da looked at each other, "Brother, is this a black bear? What kind of two are tall?"

Xiong Da's face suddenly turned pale, "Have you ever seen Xiong look like this?"

"What's this thing? Do you want to fight?"

"The master is in heaven, and it's not our turn. Maybe it's the master who keeps him to come and protect the house."

"Aren't we the guard guard again? Wow... the master doesn't want us anymore?"

"You know how to eat. Even if the owner wants to drive people away, you will drive you away. Don't worry, if you have a brother who eats one bite in the future, you will definitely be allowed to eat one bite in one bite."

I don’t know how the divergent thinking of these two groups was floating, but they even went to such an irrelevant place in just a few words.

On the first day, the sun did not rise.

After just experiencing the natural disaster of the undead, the people were particularly sensitive in fear. Fortunately, the dual control of Xuantian Mansion and the government, the situation in Shenzhou is also in the aftermath stage after the natural disaster of the undead.

The next day, the sun still did not rise. Although the government had already announced the world a long time ago, the night would last for nine days. However, the government did not inform the undead natural disasters and zombies everywhere?

Therefore, even if you use nine days and long nights to comfort yourself, the people are still extremely scared.

On the third day, the sun still did not rise. In the land of China, some people who were unwilling to be tricked by fate. Some cynical people, some people who could not get it but blamed the injustice of the world began to become active.

Day 4...

Day 5...

Until the seventh and eighth day, a small-scale turmoil occurred in the land of China. They planned to change the world with the banner of the death of the sky and the eternal night.

Although they are ignorant and fearless, they also bring in many people who don’t know the truth. Perhaps, for those people who follow the smashing, smashing and looting, they are just joining in the fun.

But in front of the spears and crossbows of the defenders of various cities and Xuantian Mansion, they were not as good as their minions and teeth, and they were extinguished in minutes.

The sun did not rise, they were like stars and fires, one place was destroyed and three places appeared on the other side. The sun was the belief of mankind, and the daytime was the world of mankind. Without the sun and without the daytime, people themselves collapsed first.

On the ninth day, the color of the sky was no longer pure black as before, but an extra red. The purple-red gradually turned into bright red, and then slowly turned into pink.

In the east horizon, a golden ray of flame burned at the end.

On the wilderness battlefield, Dayu's soldiers were confusing the crowds and the people who were rebelling were approaching their pressure layer by layer.

Suddenly, a golden color shot out from the east, bringing the first light of dawn to the earth.

"The sun is coming out"

"The sun is coming..."

"It's true... the sun is coming out again..."

Almost the same cheers resounded through every corner of China, nine days and long nights finally passed. For the people, these nine days are as long as a century.

For Lu Sheng, the most romantic moment in his life was to snuggle with Bu Feiyan on the top of the sea of ​​clouds and watch the sunrise. Below the sea of ​​clouds was the snoring of the Spirit Master, and above the sea of ​​clouds, the first golden light that had been late for nine days.

The sun rose again, and Lu Sheng's heart was then set.

Lu Sheng looked at the sky and the pink sky was already blue.

Eight months later...

"When my grandmother heard that my daughter was coming, she raised her body to the Qingchi Lake. When my sister heard that my sister was coming, she hung from the southeast branch. When my brother heard that my sister was coming, she stopped talking and said slowly. She looked at her eyebrows coldly and pointed at thousands of people. How could I tell if I was a male or female? Who wrote it?"

There were two small things in front of me, one looked down at my feet, and the other looked up at the sky.

Since obeying Qingxin Dan and going through his past and present lives, Lu Sheng’s memory of his past lives is also terrifying. The two children are eight years old. In addition to enlightenment education and classics, history and collections, Lu Sheng has added a type of study to them in order to improve their cultivation... mainly to improve the cultivation of Xiao Fenghuang, so he added a special study to them.

Write a poem!

The style of writing poetry in this era was still in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and it was emphasized that it was written in one go without changing a word. This was the demeanor of the prosperous Tang Dynasty and the style of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

Like the situation in the later period when I have been struggling to think about two words for three years, it has not yet appeared in this life.

Therefore, writing poetry is a very test of on-the-spot ability. When you are excited, you can't stop writing poetry on the spot. It's like seven steps to become a poem.

Lu Sheng knew that he was not a poetic person, although the whole world did not believe it.

There was a saying in my previous life. I read 300 Tang poems well and could recite them even if I could not write poems. Two children who inherited the fine bloodline of the old Lu family must not embarrass the old Lu family.

Therefore, Lu Sheng wrote down all the poems he had read and memorized in his previous life, and then threw them to his two children.

Go and recite it.

In one semester, I recite ten songs every day. With the IQ of two children, ten songs a day are only one stick of incense. After all, memory is Lao Lu’s strength.

Lu Sheng felt that he had to fill a bucket of water even if he recited poems every day and hummed them every day. Therefore, Lu Sheng no longer cared about it.

But unexpectedly, Lu Sheng became famous soon.

The two children brought their collection of poems to the college, and even went to ask the teacher if they didn't understand. This triggered a magnitude ten-magnitude earthquake in Shilin, Chuzhou.

Any collection of poems, which are all famous works that have been passed down through the ages. However, all of these poems have never been heard of. There is no signature on the collection of poems.

"Whose?"

"Fuck, who are these?"

"It is definitely not done by one person, it is absolutely impossible. The road of poetry is wide, involved, and the style changes. No one can be so heroic that you can't see the water of the Yellow River and the sky, and can write such a poem that you have just browed and put on your heart."

"It may not be written by one person. You can read these notes, all of them are done by one person."

"Maybe it was copied by one person?"

"If it were copied, why isn't there a single article in it that we have seen before... No, I've seen one article, this piece of mercy on the farmer..."

"This is Lord Lu's poem. Lord Lu's lonely poem has been in Chuzhou for many years. It is not because of its outstanding poetry and excellent artistic conception, but because of the poem that includes human nature, philosophy, and the special factors that the locust plague encountered in Chuzhou and defeated it. This person included this poem and did not even note the signature of Lord Lu. It was simply..."

"Wait, where does this collection of poems come from?"

At this time, the big men of Shilin realized the nameless young gentleman who took out the collection of poems.

A gentleman who can teach Xiao Fenghuang Aili, who is a master of high-ranking scholar, is actually a famous scholar. But in front of these big shots, he is just a young man.

"I got it from Lu Huangwu's daughter, whom I got it from......"

"hiss"

The scholars were convinced. Since Lu Sheng could write poems about compassion for the farmers, it proved that he had poetic talent. And everyone knew that Lu Sheng was a serious imperial examination and Jinshi who was a scholar in Donghuamen and a civil servant who was from a professional class.

He is very literary and reasonable! He can write a collection of poems, which is reasonable! He copied someone else's, which is unreasonable!

The dignified Duke of Zhenguo and the Lord of Dayu Xuantian Prefecture, the only one in this dynasty who can wear purple official uniforms, is definitely not ashamed of plagiarism.

These poems are all masterpieces by Lord Lu, which is reasonable... Nothing! There are 500 poems in a row, and each classic masterpiece is reasonable. Is this a monster?

Lu Sheng, who was hiding in Yuzhu Villa, was inexplicably confused, and suddenly he became a popular hot chicken. The initiator of all this was that his precious daughter deliberately showed off.

If you don’t understand the meaning of the poem, can’t you ask me? If you don’t ask me, can’t you ask your mother? Even if you don’t, there is Lu Ying in the family who is called the Chuzhou Talent Sword.

Is it necessary to ask sir?

Children just love to show off!

Therefore, Lu Sheng punished them severely and punished them to write down dictation. He wrote down all the poems he had memorized.

However, when he saw the first sentence, Lu Sheng's blood pressure was a little high.

"Whose idea? These are the poems together? Is it a misunderstanding? Is it a tragedy on Mulan? Is this a tragedy on earth?"

"Dad, they just wrote down what they memorized according to your wishes... You see, those sentences are not found in the poetry collection?"

"The whole song, the whole song is silent!" Lu Sheng was so angry that his veins stormed on his forehead.

He looked down and said, "I sat up in a dying state and asked the guest where he came from. Penglai article Jian'an bones, it is better to have a child than to have a child."

I quickly looked away and couldn't bear to look at it again.
Chapter completed!