Chapter 242 (1/2)

”Senior brother! Are you swollen?! Senior brother! ”

”Senior brother! Wake up... ”

”Younger martial brother, don't scare me... Younger martial brother

At the end of a poem, the poets and monks who gambled with Jiang Lin fainted to the ground one after another, and their breath was disordered.

The rest of the monks also spewed out a mouthful of old blood, and the realm was a little unstable.

Friars' cultivation is nothing more than two aspects: one is the accumulation of spiritual power, the other is the persistence of their own cultivation path and the understanding of Tao heart.

But now, this little flower picker! The man who specializes in sword cultivation and sideline flower picking did such a good poem!

In the professional field, even a little flower picker is not as good as! I'm not willing!

Thinking about it, many people spewed out their old blood, and the scene was once chaotic.

......

However, compared with the chaotic scenes of those monks, more people are still constantly recalling this poem, especially the last two sentences. The more they read, the more delicious and touching

”Many people are looking for him. Suddenly looking back, the man was in the dim light... ”

The last sentence is not so gorgeous, but it is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

How many times have I looked in the crowd? When I suddenly looked back, the woman was still there, where the lights were scattered.

This poem was originally used by the poet to express his ambition in poetry to express the feelings of senior scholar Xin Qiji who didn't want to go with others.

However, Jiang Lin is not a politician, but an immortal and a... Flower picker

So emotions are completely different.

This poem first describes the lively Lantern Festival with gorgeous words, but unexpectedly, it does express the search for a woman in the end.

The last sentence reflects the ”special romantic style” of the flower picker.

How many times have I called you? Looking back, you are still in the dim lights, waiting for me with a smile.

How romantic this is! What dog food

”Suddenly looking back, the man was in the dim light...”

The elder martial sister by the river has already held her forehead. The girl with shaking eyes tightly pinches her skirt, speaks to herself, and her cheeks are crimson.

Isn't this poem written by Xiao Lin for himself?

Even in the girl's mind, he had made up that he was wearing a plain skirt and a pearl hairpin. Standing in the dim light, he looked for himself thousands of times and finally saw himself.

He and Xiaolin look at each other with hazy eyes

Similarly, Chen's marriage is also holding her skirt tightly, so ashamed that she can't lift her head

Did Jiang Lin finally remember? Remember when you were a child?

”The crowd is looking for him.”

Did Jiang Lin find himself for a long time?

Big fool... Where do you need someone else... They're right next to you

In addition, among the fox demons from Wanyao state, they are naturally infatuated, and they are moved by this poem.

Bai Ling and Bai Qiao changed their impression of the flower picker one after another.

This person is indeed very frivolous, but in that frivolous chest, does he have such a infatuated heart?

Or did he actually like a girl, but he couldn't find it all the time, so he had to indulge himself in despair?

In fact, what Bai lingbai Qiao and others didn't notice was that the owner around him had lowered his eyes.

In the woman's mind, the scenes spent with him at that time could not help but emerge.

”The crowd is looking for him.”

Inadvertently, a touch of joy flashed through the woman's heart.