Chapter 168: Young Master Lin with Amazing Literary Talent
Double Eyed Mountain!
Deep in the mountains, the leaders of the ten demon clans gathered together to discuss who should rule the entire Shuangmu Mountain.
Since the Tiger Clan was wiped out, all the major demon clans in Shuangmu Mountain have refused to obey anyone else and want to be the boss. However, they are all indifferent. After a long period of civil war, no one can defeat the others with an absolute advantage.
In addition, the monster clans in other mountains are also eyeing Shuangmu Mountain. Under this situation, the monster leaders of Shuangmu Mountain decided to stop the civil war.
Another way to choose a new leader.
"Now that everyone has decided, let's follow this. Whoever solves Qingfengguan first will be the new leader of Shuangmu Mountain."
The monsters in Shuangmu Mountain decided to see who could capture the Qingfeng Temple first.
There has been no enmity between Qingfeng Temple and Shuangmu Mountain in recent years, but a few decades ago, many monsters who came down from Shuangmu Mountain died at the hands of Taoist priests from Qingfeng Temple.
If it was the original Qingfeng Temple, the monsters in Shuangmu Mountain would naturally not dare to have any ideas, but not long ago they had already received the news that the disciples of Qingfeng Temple had withered away, and there were only three of them at full strength.
Take advantage of his illness and kill him.
"We, the pig demon clan, took the lead. Back then, my father, my grandfather, and my great-grandfather were all killed by the smelly Taoist priests from Qingfeng Temple."
The leader of the wild boar was the first to speak, and the other demon tribes did not fight for it. Although there were rumors that Qingfeng Temple was in decline, who knew whether it was true or not, so it would be good to let the wild boar take the lead.
After the meeting, the monsters began to drink. No one noticed that a yellow cow was heading down the mountain with its farts.
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Twenty miles outside Shangyang City, in a small forest.
A white-haired old Taoist was sitting cross-legged, and there were many young Taoist priests taking a rest around the old Taoist. If Lin Ye were here, he would recognize that these young Taoist priests were the Taoist priests from Feiyun Temple who had left earlier.
One day ago, Lin Ye sent an invitation to Feiyunguan, saying that the reception was not good last time, and invited Feiyunguan to visit him. After receiving the invitation, Feiyunguan also took the invitation seriously, and the Taishang Elder personally led the team.
As for why the visitor didn't come, it was because the injury from the self-explosion had not yet recovered.
The team rested for a while and were about to set off. At this moment, in the southeast direction of the woods, a dozen pig demons just entered. The two teams bumped into each other by chance.
The Taoist priests at Feiyun Temple immediately looked on guard, as did the pig demon.
Monsters and Taoist priests would not fight to the death if they met.
The Supreme Elder of Feiyun Temple was about to say something, but the leader of the pig demon over there also coughed and was thinking of saying something.
But before he could speak, dust suddenly rolled up from behind the pig demon team, and then a hoarse voice came out: "It's the Niubi Taoist priests, brothers, come up and kill them!"
Whoosh!
As soon as this voice came out, the Taoist priests in Feiyun Temple also drew their swords one after another.
Then, a piece of mud shot out from behind the pig demon team and landed on a Taoist priest in Feiyun Temple.
This piece of mud broke the balance.
The Supreme Elder of Feiyun Temple and the leader of the pig demon looked at each other. Both of them had a hint of embarrassment in their eyes. However, when they saw a young disciple of his Taoist temple being thrown away several meters away by a pig demon, Tai
The elder couldn't help it either.
"Niang Xipi, how dare you bully my disciple of Feiyunguan, look at the sword!"
"Who is afraid of whom!"
The pig demon leader and the Supreme Elder of Feiyun Temple fought together, and at the end of the pig demon team, a scalper silently exited the forest, hiding his merit and fame.
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Tzu Chi Temple, Taoyuan Temple...
Six or seven Taoist temples in a row received invitations from Lin Ye, and it was no surprise that these sects would collide with the demon clan's team outside Shangyang City by coincidence.
"You did a good job this time, you beast."
Lin Ye was praising Yellow Ox in the yard. The beast like Yellow Ox was very successful as an undercover agent. Every time a monster from Shuangmu Mountain came down the mountain, Yellow Ox would volunteer and say that he was familiar with the city and could guide everyone.
Then, under Lin Ye's design and the cooperation of scalpers, the two parties were always able to confront each other, and then a fierce battle broke out.
Moo!
Yellow Ox roared at Lin Ye, and Lin Ye smiled and said: "Don't worry, since I promised you, I will definitely not break my promise. I have prepared all the delicious food for you."
Beef, beef jerky...steak...
Lin Ye didn't know why this beast liked to eat the flesh of the same kind so much. Is it really cannibalism?
"Those monsters in your Shuangmu Mountain should not come to trouble Qingfeng Guan again in a short time, but we cannot take it lightly. If there is any news, let me know as soon as possible."
Moo!
The cow picked up a carton of milk in its mouth, raised its horns and pierced the packaging bag containing the beef jerky. Then it kicked off its hooves and climbed out of the courtyard wall.
Lin Ye looked at the disappearing figure of the cattle and was amazed. A cow doesn't walk through the door properly, but likes to climb over walls. He doesn't know who he learned this from.
The crisis alarm at Qingfengguan can be lifted for the time being, but Lin Ye could not breathe a sigh of relief. He promised Judge Cui that he had to deal with the new judge.
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Chenghuang Temple in Shangyang City.
Lin Ye arrived with a pot of soju and a pot of roast chicken and shouted directly: "Lao Yang, what are you doing? I'm here to see you."
"Master Lin, why are you here late at night?"
Yang Jian's figure appeared and looked at Lin Ye with a very strange look in his eyes. Although he was an underworld official, he still knew some things that happened in Shangyang City during this period. The most widely circulated one was the pursuit of the Ghost King in Qingfeng Temple.
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When he heard the news for the first time, Yang Jian almost couldn't stand still. Can Lin Ye be the opponent of the Ghost King?
The Ghost King corresponds to a strong person in the Taoist Yuan Shen realm, and it’s not like Qingfengguan doesn’t know where a strong person at the Yuan Shen level comes from.
"Lao Yang, your attitude is wrong. I came to see you, but you didn't seem to welcome me very much. Unfortunately, I even bought you roast chicken and soju."
Lin Ye patted Yang Jian on the shoulder. Yang Jian took a step back and said, "Young Master Lin, you'd better tell me something."
"It's really nothing. I just came to have a drink with you."
Lin Ye forcibly pulled Lao Yang closer to the City God's Temple. At first, Lao Yang was a little wary, but as he drank a pound of soju, his attitude became much warmer than before. When Lin Ye saw this, he asked: "Old Yang
Ah, I heard that our new judge from Canglan County has been appointed, what is his background?"
"How did you know?"
Yang Jian glanced at Lin Ye in surprise, and Lin Ye said that he heard what others said.
"Mr. Lin, you are quite well informed. The new judge has indeed taken office. As for the background of this new judge, looking at the entire Canglan County, no one knows better than me."
Maybe because he was a little drunk, Yang Jian didn't cover up his words. Lin Ye said deliberately: "It's true or false, Lao Yang, don't brag to me."
"Am I bragging? Lu Zheng and I were officials in the same court during his lifetime. The two of us had a close personal relationship."
"Really? Then tell me, what are the hobbies of Judge Lu?"
"Hobby, as far as hobbies are concerned, there's really nothing special about it. Oh yes, I like poetry. When I was in office, I held several poetry gatherings."
Lin Ye laughed when he heard the good poems. It was so simple.
If nothing else, he can weigh poems by the pound.
You don’t need to carry this thing on your back, and if you print it back to modern times, you can put it in several sacks.
After learning about the new judge's preferences, Lin Ye quickly made a plan.
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"It should be that the immortals were so drunk that they smashed the white clouds into pieces. Just listening to this poem can make you feel the sense of debauchery."
"What does this mean? I still like Mr. Lin's words: Go out and laugh at the sky. How can I be a Penghao person?"
"I didn't expect that Mr. Lin is not only handsome in appearance, but also has such great poetry and literary talent."
"What a pity, it's only half of it. I don't understand why Mr. Lin doesn't want to finish reading it."
In Shangyang City, poetry has become popular recently. The reason is that three days ago, several scholars were reciting poems and composing poems in a restaurant, and Mr. Lin happened to be passing by. For some reason, a dispute broke out. In the end, Mr. Lin wrote one after another.
Three poems, the scholars were so shocked when they saw the poems written by Mr. Lin that they had no choice but to run away in despair.
In addition to these three poems, Mr. Lin also wrote several poems when poetry was booming. No matter those few poems were only one or two sentences and were not fully completed poems, it was precisely this that caused the entire Shangyang City and even Canglan to
The county literary world was shocked, and all the readers were thinking about how they would respond to these poems.
Shangyang City.
The old man had broken into the mansion after drinking too much. At this moment, the red lantern was swaying, and there was an extra piece of paper on the desk in the courtyard.
"The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze is blowing on the threshold, and the dew is thick!"
On the paper, there was a poem written clearly.
A slender hand is holding a brush, underneath this line of poetry, but it has not been written for a long time.
"Fairy, is this poem good?"
"The poem is excellent, but I didn't expect that a Taoist priest could write such poetry. It's really interesting."
A clear and sweet voice came from the owner of the thin hand, "Then what should we do now? This kid is very cunning and has solved the crisis in Qingfeng Temple."
"Now that it's lifted, let's just wait and see what happens. We've been waiting for so many years, so why worry about just a moment."
"yes."
The old woman retreated. She didn't understand why the fairy was interested in a poem. In her opinion, the poems written by humans were just useless moans and had no effect at all.
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Canglan County City God Temple.
"Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest. Why not scream and walk slowly. The bamboo stick and mango shoes are lighter than the horse. Who is afraid? You can live your whole life in the misty rain."
In the City God's Temple, the newly appointed Judge Lu was also scratching his head. He had only one hobby in his life, which was good poetry. This was true during his lifetime and also after his death.
Yesterday, he listened to the scholars in the city reciting this poem, and he was immediately attracted to it.
For this reason, he deliberately appeared and pretended to be a scholar to ask for advice. Only then did he find out that these poems were written by a man named Mr. Lin from Shangyang City.
And it’s not just this one, every poem is a good poem, but the problem is that these poems are not up to par.
He is also a scholar, so he naturally knows that if he can write such an astonishing story about the upper part, it is impossible that he cannot write about the lower part. He deliberately does not write it, but he feels uncomfortable if he does not write it. He has been sitting here for a day and a night, thinking about what he has done.
I tried to make up for it, but in the end I realized that I was a dog with a weak tail, so I simply gave up.
"Master Lin from Shangyang City, it seems that I can only visit you in person."