"Haha, please don't worry, Junior Sister Yan. I have a lot of faults. The more beautiful the person kissing me, the more beautiful the poem I write will be. This kiss from Junior Sister Yan will definitely make me write a good poem."
, Junior Sister Yan, just tell me your topic." Bai Cangdong laughed.
Yan Xiaxue's pink cheeks were slightly red, and she hesitated and said, "I'll trouble you, Brother Bai. The reason why my name has the word snow is because when my master discovered me, it was on a snowy night.
I was found abandoned under a plum blossom tree, I wonder if Senior Brother Bai can write a poem for me based on this?"
All the disciples looked at Yan Xiaxue in surprise, not expecting that Yan Xiaxue had such a pitiful life experience.
At the same time, they all felt that the question given by Yan Xiaxue was too difficult, much more difficult than the question given by Elder Feng just now.
Bai Cangdong smiled directly and said: "What's the problem? Junior sister Yan, please listen carefully, I will compose this poem for you."
"Senior Brother Bai, have you already thought of it?" Yan Xiaxue was immediately overjoyed.
"Didn't I just say that the more beautiful the person who kisses me, the more thoughts will flow to me. Just when you said that, I already thought of it." Bai Cangdong said with a smile.
"Xia Xue is all ears." Yan Xiaxue said happily with a red face.
Bai Cangdong looked at Yan Xiaxue and chanted softly: "The cold plum blossoms of Aoxue bloom alone, only the beautiful lady comes with the scent, and understands that the plum blossoms penetrate to the bones, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold."
After Yan Xiaxue finished listening to Bai Candong's poem, she read it several times to herself and became a little crazy.
"Thank you, Senior Brother Bai, for the poem." Yan Xiaxiang came back to his senses and gave a solemn salute to Bai Candong.
As soon as Yan Xiaxue opened his mind, several bold female monks came up to offer kisses and ask for poems. For some reason, Bai Cangdong felt more and more clear-headed now, no longer the chaotic appearance before, and he kept coming and going.
He refused and sent away the female nuns who came up with a kiss and a poem.
Although these poems are not as good as the one written by Yan Xiaxue before, they are still good poems, and those female cultivators are naturally not as beautiful and outstanding as Yan Xiaxue.
At this moment, Bai Cangdong suddenly realized that all the entanglements he had previously had were really pointless. God had allowed him to come to this world. Why should he be entangled in those things that he didn't know the so-called? He could just do whatever he wanted and be himself.
Do what you need to do, drink the wine you need to drink, kill the people you need to kill, and it doesn't matter if you die and fall into hell. As long as you don't wait until later to regret what you wanted to do but didn't do it, you will have lived up to this life.
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After figuring this out, Bai Cangdong felt as if something in his face had snapped, and then his whole body seemed to have let go of a heavy burden. He felt extremely relaxed, and his brain was completely clear again, even better than before.
Be thoroughly comfortable.
The whole person was in a state of elation, almost feeling like he was going to ride the wind back home.
Bai Cangdong showed off his poetry on the stage and received sweet kisses from the female cultivators. Elder Feng's face turned green with anger, and he pulled Feng Lailai away with a dark expression, stroking his sleeves.
As Feng Lailai walked, he would secretly turn around and glance at Bai Candong on the stage.
"He said that the more beautiful the person kissing you, the more beautiful the poem he writes. The poem he wrote for me is so beautiful, does that mean that I..." Feng Lailai's face turned red, thinking of being raped again.
The way Cang Dong was holding her in his arms and kissing her, his heart was beating like a deer stumbling around.
"Flowers are ready to be broken when they bloom, but don't wait until there are no flowers left to break branches..." Feng Lailai's mind was filled with these verses.
Bai Candong kissed another nun, but the nun was only thirteen or fourteen years old. Bai Candong was shocked. If he were on earth, would this be considered a crime of seducing a young girl?
Bai Cangdong was about to ask the girl what topic she wanted to ask, but the girl had already said first: "Senior Brother Bai, I want to ask you to write a poem, but it's not for me. I want to ask you to write a poem for Gu Qingcheng."
Senior brother, write a poem."
As she said that, the girl looked at Gu Qingcheng affectionately and silently. Looking at her shy and shy appearance, she was really endearing.
"Haha." Bai Candong looked at Gu Qingcheng, laughed and said, "Okay, then I will give him a few words."
The girl nodded repeatedly and looked at Bai Candong expectantly, as if she really wanted to know how Bai Candong would write about Gu Qingcheng.
Many disciples also looked at Bai Candong and then at Gu Qingcheng. Gu Qingcheng was so beautiful that even the poems used to describe beauties were not enough to describe his beauty.
Many people think that it was a mistake for a man like Gu Qingcheng to be born in this world. Maybe he was originally supposed to be a stunning beauty, but it was just because God took a nap that he was born a man by mistake.
Bai Cangdong looked at Gu Qingcheng, and Gu Qingcheng also looked at Bai Cangdong. Bai Cangdong directly expressed his impression of Gu Qingcheng: "The people in Mo are like jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world. Once I look at Qingren City, I will see you again."
Take care of the country."
Although it was just a piece of poetry, Bai Cangdong felt that it was the most appropriate way to describe Gu Qingcheng. There was nothing more suitable for him than a few lines.
As soon as this poem came out, all the disciples of Yuxu Palace were stunned. Bai Cangdong had previously written several poems that were indeed very brilliant, but this one was the only one. Listening to the poem and looking at the people, everyone felt that it was true.
They were used perfectly, as if those four sentences were originally used to describe Gu Qingcheng, and they were born to appear in this world just for Gu Qingcheng.
This day is destined to be a legend. Several of Bai Candong's poems have been widely circulated, especially the one he wrote for Gu Qingcheng.
Sentences in a song.
Bai Cangdong was even jokingly called a hundred poems about a kiss, and it became a favorite among the disciples of Yuxu Palace.
However, there are still more people who hate Bai Cangdong very much. After all, among the female monks who offered kisses that day, there were also beauties like Yan Xiaxue and Feng Lailai. They had many suitors in Yuxu Palace. Those suitors naturally
They were almost mad at Bai Cangdong for taking away the kiss of the goddess in his heart. Naturally, they had no good words to say to Bai Cangdong. According to their thoughts, Bai Cangdong should be dragged away and killed.
Bai Cangdong paid no attention to the gossip from the outside world. Whether it was insults or praises, Bai Cangdong didn't take it to heart at all. After breaking through the calamity of confusion, Bai Cangdong's whole person was as bright as the sword's heart, and everything could no longer exist.
It is difficult to leave dirt on his mind.
And getting rid of the tribulation of confusion has also made Bai Candong's Taoist heart more and more determined. Some of the doubts he originally encountered in his practice suddenly became clear at this time, and he even felt a little embarrassed that he had been troubled by such a simple problem for so long before.