Chapter four hundred and seventy first tit for tat
Bai Cangdong listened to the poems written by the Chu family and watched them disappear one by one in front of the Holy Path Monument and be transported into the Holy Tomb. Only then did he realize that the Holy Path Monument at the entrance actually did not have too high requirements for poetry, even if
It is a relatively interesting limerick, and will be recognized by the Holy Path Monument. The requirements for entering the Holy Tomb are far lower than Bai Candong imagined.
Seeing that all the Chu family members had entered the Holy Tomb, only Chu Jiudu, Ximen Wuji, Bai Cangdong, and Chu Yufei who came to see them off were left.
"Cangdong, I haven't heard you write a poem for a long time. Today is a rare opportunity. Come here first, lest I don't hear your poem after I go in. But you can't fool me. You need to compose a good poem."
Chu Jiudu smiled and said to Bai Cangdong.
"Is it necessary?" Bai Cangdong smiled bitterly and shook his head. He was really not in the mood to write poetry now.
"Of course it's necessary, just think of it as a birthday gift to me." Chu Jiudu said seriously.
"Ah, today is your birthday?" Bai Cangdong was stunned for a moment.
"A man's birthday is a difficult day for his mother. I have always been with my mother in the past years and have never spent time with anyone else. But I really like your poems, so I have the audacity to ask you for a poem. You can't refute me.
Face." Chu Jiudu said.
"There is no need to ask others for poetry. Brother Jiudu, I will give you a poem as a birthday gift." Before Bai Cangdong could answer, Ximen Wuji spoke.
"Wuji, if you are interested in elegance, it would be great." Chu Jiudu said with a smile.
Ximen Wuji looked at the sword pattern on the Holy Path Stele, pondered for a moment and then said: "I have already thought of it."
"Then tell me quickly." Chu Jiudu said.
Ximen Wuji glanced at Bai Cangdong again, and then chanted: "The sword and the hand of a good man are like bones turning into blades of hatred. One anger will turn blood into a river, and the enemy will be buried for thousands of years."
"Good poetry, good spirit, and good blood." Chu Jiudu praised.
Chu Yufei and others also felt that Ximen Wuji's poem was excellent. It was really surprising that he could write such a powerful and bloody poem in such a short time.
Ximen Wuji said calmly: "Brother Jiudu, just like it."
"Of course I like it very much." After Chu Jiudu finished speaking, he looked at Bai Cangdong and said, "Cangdong, you won't refute my reputation, right?"
Ximen Wuji couldn't help but frown slightly, obviously disapproving of Chu Jiudu's insistence on Bai Candong's poem.
Bai Cangdong thought for a while: "Since you like it, Brother Chu, then I will recite a song to you, Brother Chu."
"Okay." Chu Jiu was overjoyed.
Xiangfang Wuji said nothing and did not look at Bai Candong, as if he was very disdainful of Bai Candong.
Chu Yufei and other members of the Chu family all looked at Bai Cangdong, wanting to hear the quality of the poem that Chu Jiudu wanted so much.
Bai Cangdong pondered for a moment and then chanted:
The ancient sword is cold and dark, and has been forged for thousands of years.
The white light absorbs the sun and the moon, and the purple energy repels the bull.
If someone wants to take a look, I won’t dare to ask for love.
In the clear jade box, the autumn water is clear and steady.
The most precious treasure has its own nature, and its essence and hardness cannot be shared with others.
It can be folded inch by inch, but cannot be bent around the fingers.
May I straighten the hearts of scholars quickly and cut off the heads of sycophants.
Unwilling to report petty grievances, he stabs at personal vendettas in the middle of the night.
I advise you to use it with caution, and don't be ashamed to be a magic weapon.
"Okay! Okay! Okay!" Chu Jiu didn't comment, but just shouted "ok" three times in a row.
Everyone can see that Chu Jiudu likes this poem very much. It is completely different from the praise he gave to Ximen Wuji just now. It is an instinctive love.
Ximen Wuji suddenly looked a little unhappy, not only because Chu Jiudu liked Bai Candong's poems more, but also Bai Candong's poem seemed to be satirizing the one he had just written.
His poems encourage people to be happy with their grudges, to kill when they should, and to repay kindness when there is kindness and revenge when there is hatred.
However, this poem by Bai Candong advises people not to use the sword lightly and not to use the sword of the divine weapon to avenge personal grudges. This will bring shame to the divine weapon. Isn't it a poem that just satirizes him?
In fact, it was Ximen Wuji who thought too much. Bai Cangdong saw the sword engraved on the holy stele, so he thought of Bai Juyi's famous song "Li Duwei's Ancient Sword". It was not directed at Ximen Wuji, it was just a coincidence.
That’s all.
It's a pity that Bai Candong was the speaker without intention, but Ximen Wuji was the listener with intention, and the look he looked at Bai Candong was already somewhat unkind.
"Brother Jiudu, I wonder which wealthy family this friend named Bai comes from?" Ximen Wuji looked at Bai Cangdong and asked Chu Jiudu.
Chu Jiudu suddenly frowned slightly. He had already introduced the two of them to each other before. Ximen Wuji already knew that Bai Candong was a disciple of Nanli. Now speaking like this might not be as simple as simply asking Bai Candong's origins.
Seeing that Chu Jiudu was in trouble, Bai Cangdong said directly: "I am a disciple of Qingzhou Nanli Academy."
"Oh, I heard that Nanli Academy has been destroyed by the Eastern Earth Demon Kingdom recently. I wonder if this is true?" Ximen Wuji raised the corner of his mouth slightly and looked at Bai Candong with a half-smile.
"Wuji..." Chu Jiudu was immediately unhappy and wanted to stop Ximen Wuji from continuing.
"It doesn't matter, our Nanli Academy has indeed fallen into the hands of the devil." Bai Cangdong said calmly.
"Then I have another question. I wonder if the demon-slayer's seizure of his home would be considered as humiliating the divine soldiers. Did you draw your sword at that time?" Ximen Wuji looked at Bai Candong and said with a smile.
"Wuji, I think you should go first to the Holy Tomb." Chu Jiudu said in a deep voice.
Chu Yufei and other members of the Chu family also felt that what Ximen Wuji said was a bit too much, but thinking about it on the other hand, Bai Cangdong was able to survive naturally because he escaped from Nanli Academy. Based on his experience, he
The poem I wrote was a bit embarrassing and unconvincing.
It was originally a poem of great wisdom and courage, so it makes people feel a little cowardly.
When the demons invade your home, if you don't draw your sword to kill the enemy, how long will you wait before you draw your sword?
But at this time, Bai Cangdong could no longer justify himself no matter whether he drew his sword or not. Even if he said that he had drawn his sword and killed many demons, who could prove it to him?
In the final analysis, since Bai Candong survived, he was a deserter. It didn't matter whether he drew his sword or not and fought. In the eyes of others, he was just a deserter who lived quietly.
Bai Cangdong looked at Ximen Wuji, his face had turned cold, and he stared at Ximen Wuji and said indifferently: "Master Ximen, I can't come back to your question and answer, but I also have a question for you, Master Ximen."
A look of disdain suddenly appeared on Ximen Wuji's face, he raised his hand slightly and said, "Ask me whatever you want, you can't answer my questions, but I can answer all your questions."
"I would like to ask Mr. Ximen, have you ever been on the battlefield to fight a demon?" Bai Cangdong asked.
"Of course, our Yuxu Continent has been fighting against the Eastern Earth Demon Kingdom for many years. Since I was promoted to a real person, I have participated in no less than a hundred battles, large and small." Ximen Wuji said with his chest raised.
"So have you ever been injured?" Bai Cangdong asked again.
"With my strength, how could the devil hurt me?" Ximen Wuji said proudly.