Chapter 2489 (1/2)
”Are you suluojing?”
The green pine's eyes were filled with astonishment.
Even though he is a famous writer in the world, he can't hide his emotion when facing the little poetic immortal.
You know, any one of those poems written by Xiao Shixian, which are popular in Kyoto, is enough to make him a leader of the literary world.
”It's Miss Su, please.”
Scholars despise women since ancient times, but Qingsong is courteous and polite in the face of Su Luojing.
See him side open a body position, make way for spacious road, Su Luo Jing is about to go forward, was pulled by Bai Chen.
”What's the matter?”
He suddenly grabbed suluojing, a little at a loss.
At the moment, Qingsong's eyes are also complicated. He looks at the seemingly unruly young man in black robe.
A new face.
Under the gaze of Qingsong, Bai Chen smiles calmly and sees the flying snow in the sky. He can't fly over the threshold. He looks at it from a distance. The yard is also spotless, without half a snowflake. He immediately understands that the yard is shrouded by some kind of guard array.
It's just a small array.
The white Chen mouth corner a hook, twining the palm of the white bandage, in the air a grip, a dark space crack, impressively.
”Let's go.”
He calmly a smile, light way.
And Qingsong is a bit of banter.
For the mystery of this great array lies in that you tear the void from the outside and cannot reach the inside.
However, Su Luojing is in the sole of the foot into the moment, the body is like penetrating the array, directly into.
”What
Qingsong was shocked.
He looked at the black vortex in disbelief, and then he found that it was not an ordinary space crack at all.
The wheel of time and space, such an enigmatic spiritual skill, where did he see it.
When Bai Chen and Su Luojing came out of the black vortex, they had already come to the yard.
In the courtyard of Nuo Da, there is a pond in the middle and a hall in front.
Only this courtyard is the world-famous Yuexin Pavilion.
”Please.”
Qingsong takes a deep breath, old eyes smile curved, looking at Baichen's eyes, a touch of appreciation.
……
When the three came to the hall, suluojing looked around the spacious hall, with poems printed on the wooden pillars, and could not help appreciating curiously.
These poems are the works of Qingsong. Even in the whole Xinglan land, they can be called the works of sages.
Unfortunately, compared with Su Luojing's Xingyuan poems, they are obviously not at the same level.
”Miss Su, please come with me.”
Qingsong took her to an elegant Pavilion, where sandalwood overflowed, elegant and comfortable.
Then he arranged a room for Bai Chen, next door to Su Luojing.
After settling in, Qingsong goes to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
Bai Chen comes to Su Luojing's room, and then asks curiously: ”does it mean that Qingsong is the only one in the Yuexin pavilion?”
”Well, this is a place where only sages can set foot. Even maids and servants can't make mistakes. And master Qingsong, as a literary leader, is naturally the master here. ”
”Oh.”
Bai Chen nodded slowly and took a volume of ancient books on the bookcase of the room. The poems on it made him feel headache.
”What kind of writing is this? It's so strange ~”
Bai Chen threw it back at will, which made Su Luojing laugh.
”What shall we do next?”
Sulojing was a little nervous.