Chapter 2480: Amazing Poetry
"Wait! You mean, you were born in the first year of Tianqi?!"
Bai Chen couldn't help but frowned.
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
Su Luojing turned his head curiously.
When the two were at close range, their eyes met each other, with each other's reflection flashing in their eyes.
They had met each other not long ago, but it was like the invisible pull of fate that made them destined to come to Yizhou in the Cangyu Empire and meet together...
The first year of the Apocalypse...
That year was also the most special day for Bai Chen!
Because that year was the time when his soul escaped from the galaxy, was reborn in Yancheng of Fengyan Dynasty, and became the third young master of the Bai family!
"So, I'm nineteen years older than you."
Bai Chen smiled lightly.
The year he was reborn as Bai Chen, Bai Chen was nineteen years old.
…
Following Bai Chen's example, Su Luojing took a swig of strong liquor, which made Su Luojing cough.
Wiping the sparkling eyes, she smiled, held the wine jar, and faced the wind on the bow of the boat.
"I always remember that the sunset in the Xiting Pavilion is so intoxicating that I don’t know my way back!"
This voice roared out, and people by the lake were attracted to her.
Facing the gaze of everyone, Su Luojing clearly had no alcoholic strength, but he still took another sip vigorously, and then continued: "I returned to the boat late after having fun, and strayed into the depths of the lotus flower. I was fighting for the crossing, and I was shocked by it. gull!"
"good!"
"What a poem!"
There was a sudden burst of cheers by the lakeside.
Bai Chen sat behind her with great interest, looking at this girl's drunken red face, he couldn't help but sigh.
In the past, he had always thought that only a beauty like Chu Junran could be called generous.
It wasn't until he met Su Luojing that he suddenly realized that this girl was far more special than any other woman in Xinglan Continent.
She has no cultivation, no identity and no background.
But she is the most special existence, indescribably strange.
Moreover, her birth was Bai Chen's rebirth...
Could it be that this is really just a coincidence?
…
More and more people gathered by the lake, and the cheers of "one more song" roared like a hurricane amidst people's laughter.
Seeing how much these people liked it, Su Luojing suddenly raised his chest and raised his feet to step on the boat rock.
"Okay! Then I'll play one more song!"
She turned her beautiful eyes slightly, as if she was reminiscing, and then a touch of sadness suddenly appeared on her delicate and pretty face.
"The mist is thick and the clouds are heavy and the day is long, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast."
"It's the Double Ninth Festival and it's the Double Ninth Festival. The jade pillow and gauze cupboard are cool in the middle of the night."
"After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves."
"There is no way to lose one's soul. The west wind rolls up the curtains, and people are thinner than yellow flowers!"
…
"good!"
"What a poem! What a poem!"
On the lakeside, hundreds of people had gathered in a flash.
Everyone was attracted by this shocking and strange woman.
But a moment later, a handsome young man in white suddenly shouted: "Sister, what is the Double Ninth Festival?"
The Double Ninth Festival is here again...
It's obviously a festival.
But this Double Ninth Festival? ? ?
No one in Cangyu Empire has ever heard of it.
"The Double Ninth Festival is a festival in the Western Regions."
Su Luojing's eyes dimmed and he made up a random reason.
Anyway, the Eastern Region and the Western Region are the farthest apart.
Well……
Bai Chen was speechless. He had been to the Western Regions. Where could such a statement be found?
"The wind is strong and the sky is high, the ape is howling in mourning, and the white bird is flying back from the clear sand in the desert."
“The endless falling trees rustle, the endless Yangtze River rolls in..."
"If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky and rush to the sea never to return."
"Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening..."
"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine..."
…
One after another, the peerless ancient poems, while Su Luojing drank wine and chanted without thinking, were like the surging river, continuous.
With such literary talent, not to mention the current poet saint, even outside the Cangyu Empire, it is difficult to find another!
On the lakeside, those people were applauded at first, and then were stunned. Many people even gave up the idea of writing down these poems.
Bai Chen also stood up in disbelief.
Even if he didn't understand poetry, he could still feel the extremely shocking aura from her words.
At this time, the way Su Luojing drank heavily was deeply ingrained in his eyes. This did not come from the beauty of a woman, but from the aura of a talented man, which made people linger after hearing it.
"The wind is rustling and the water is cold!"
"Once a strong man is gone, he will never return—"
Su Luojing raised her glass in the air, her heart full of sorrow and solemnity, and her eyes turned into tears. As she leaned back, her whole body fell down.
Seeing this, Bai Chen quickly stepped forward and took her in his arms.
Seeing her confused and confused words with tears, Bai Chen could feel that the last poem was the roar of her heart.
The Cangyu Empire has been in constant war for years.
The people were miserable.
How many men were captured on the battlefield, and the euphemistically named Cang Yu Empire had a million-strong army.
But for Cangyu Empire, this has never been a capital worth showing off.
It seemed that Su Luojing's sonorous words also aroused the inner resonance of those on the lakeside. For a while, many people burst into tears and their bodies trembled violently.
"well."
Watching Su Luojing gradually fall asleep, Bai Chen sighed silently, holding her in his arms and riding the waves on the water like a dragonfly.
Such light skill once again shocked the people on the shore.
…
"The wind is rustling and the water is cold. A strong man will never return once he is gone..."
In the crowd, a handsome young man frowned and couldn't help whispering.
If you look closely, you will find that although this person is heroic, he has a graceful figure and no Adam's apple under his neck.
He is a woman dressed as a man.
And the trembling in her eyes at this moment is still unabated, obviously shocked by Su Luojing's ambitious performance.
...
Because Su Luojing really drank too much wine today, Bai Chen had to take her back to the mountains.
In the cave, he picked some refreshing grass, crushed it, and fed her a little bit.
For ten years, Bai Chen has been refining pills when he is bored, and now he has reached the level of a second-grade alchemist.
After taking the sobering herbs, Su Luojing's breathing gradually stabilized, and the pain on her face gradually eased.
"What a unique girl."
Bai Chen shook his head and was about to cover her with the quilt, when the power in his body suddenly became agitated again.
"Ugh...!"
The impact of this bloodthirsty killing intent almost made him stumble and fall to the ground, and he quickly controlled his mind.
At this time, he saw a snake lying on the ground with its last breath under his feet. The blood oozing from the snake's skin was forming a visible blood net in the air, flying towards his palm continuously.
"Why are you running here to die?"
Bai Chen was very helpless.
If the snake got close to him, it would be sucked to death by him.
After absorbing the blood, he didn't feel well, and he had to work hard to recuperate.
Why is this necessary?