Chapter 667: Three Thousand Poems

When this person came in, he clearly felt that Chen Luo only had the cultivation of the third realm, and it was not easy to deal with a third realm with his strength in the fourth realm.

But he never thought that he would be pulled out before he finished speaking.

What's even more bizarre is that he didn't feel any spiritual power fluctuations, there was no trace at all, and he was beaten for no reason.

He asked himself that even facing a cultivator in the fifth realm, it is impossible for him not to have the slightest backhand and not be able to detect the slightest qi.

"impossible!?"

How could a monk in the third realm have such strength.

The man didn't believe in the power of evil, he placed several layers of protective aura outside his body at the same time, and he sacrificed a magic weapon for defense.

After he thought it was safe, he raised his foot and was about to continue into Tianxiangfang, but unexpectedly there was another sharp pain in his right cheek, and his figure flew out nearly ten meters into the air again and rolled onto the street.

"Wow!"

He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, and there were a few teeth in the blood.

This time, not only that person was stunned, but Sheng Rong was also stunned.

Almost in an instant, the aura of body protection and the magic weapon of defense on that person were shattered, completely the same as nothing.

Even Sheng Rong and the others understood that no matter how dull they were at this time, Chen Luo was not as simple as the third realm.

"I'll go back to my life!"

The man left a vague sentence, and ran away in embarrassment.

At this time, his face was swollen like a pig's head, and there was no face left here.

When Gu Xiaolou watched the cultivator being swept away for the second time, he knew that the situation might be different from what he expected. The person in front of him was unexpectedly powerful.

I am afraid that what Chen Luo said is not afraid of the seventh prince, not just arrogant, but really has the confidence.

"continue."

Gu Xiaolou was stunned for a moment, but he didn't dare to refuse at this time, so he had to say again, "Walk up to the west building alone, the moon is like a hook, the lonely Wutong deep courtyard is locked in Qingqiu"

Before Gu Xiaolou had finished memorizing it, Chen Luo interrupted with a smile, "The cutting is constant, and the rationale is still in chaos.

Gu Qingqing and Gu Xiaolou were stunned for a moment. Gu Qingqing was shocked by the second half of Chen Luo's words, which perfectly matched the first half, just like a poem.

And the reason for Gu Xiaolou's shock is that this is really just a word!

But how did Chen Luo know?

Is this guy a player?

"Wow, hahaha, the anchor is stunned!"

"This is a typical example of pretending not to be rude, hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter!"

"Pfft, the anchor must be thinking, who am I? Where am I, am I still in reality?"

"This guy is a player right?"

"It must be a player. It is estimated that he came to find fault after hearing that "Water Melody Song Head"."

"Are you a player?"

Gu Xiaolou asked a question in Mandarin with a shocked expression on his face.

Chen Luo pretended not to understand, but just smiled lightly, "Isn't it strange why I know the meaning of this word?"

With a wave of Chen Luo's hand, a thick ancient book appeared in his hand, and then threw it to Gu Xiaolou.

Gu Xiaolou took the book in amazement, and then saw that "Three Thousand Poems" was written on the cover, and the author was signed by Li Taibai.

With a thump in his heart, he immediately turned to the first page.

"You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming from the sky."

"Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuang Xueming"

Gu Xiaolou wrote several pages in succession, all of which were poems written by Li Bai.

He turned back abruptly, not only Li Bai, Du Fu, Empress Li, Li Qingzhao, Xin Qiji, Liu Yong, etc., but also the works of famous poets and lyricists in history.

Gu Xiaolou casually flipped through a few pages, and it was basically the masterpieces of those famous people.

This thick pile is not only included in Tang poetry and Song poetry, as long as it is a well-known poem through the ages, almost all of it is included.

Gu Xiaolou was instantly stunned, feeling his face was a little hot, just now he boasted that he did it by himself, and now he took out a collection of works and slapped him in the face.

At the same time, he also had some doubts in his heart, and also had a feeling of grief and anger, which bastard started so fast!

They have published all the works in a book. I didn't know that poetry and poetry should be like squeezing toothpaste, and taking them out little by little is the most powerful!

Now Lao Tzu's way is blocked!

"No way, I'm laughing to death, whoever is so arrogant has already published a poetry collection!"

"This is the real way to walk other people's way, let others have no way to go! (Funny.jpg)"

"Our poet Li Taibai, I'm afraid I never dreamed that he would become famous again in another world, right?"

"It should be the person in front of you, right?"

"The anchor's wishful thinking can't work, hahaha!"

When I saw that book of poems in the live broadcast room, everyone burst out laughing and began to gloat over the misfortune.

Gu Xiaolou felt that something was wrong at this time. If this collection of poems was really published, it would probably have been spread everywhere in Dajingcheng, and the song "When Will the Bright Moon Be there" would not cause a sensation.

Chen Luo saw through what Gu Xiaolou was thinking at a glance. In fact, when he heard Gu Qingqing sing this song, he decided to completely block the road.

Because there are always people who want to use the things in reality to make profits in the world of Xianxia, ​​instead of focusing on cultivation. As more and more players become more and more players in the future, it will only bring the atmosphere of the world of Xianxia.

Therefore, Chen Luo simply put all the poetry collections on the mainland of Kyushu, and all bookstores within the borders of all ethnic groups were put on the shelves.

Before long, these poems will be known to everyone who recites them, and if players shamelessly say that they did it, it will only add to the jokes.

And Chen Luo not only blocked the poems, but also banned the classic novels.

As long as it is a masterpiece in reality, such as the Red Mansions of the Water Margin, it cannot be recalled in the Xianxia world, nor can it be presented in words in the live broadcast room.

Chen Luo spread his hands and said with a smile, "Look, you've lost the last bit of value in your use, so get out of here as soon as possible, don't stay behind to ruin this gentleman's good deeds."

As Chen Luo said, he strode towards Gu Qingqing's position.

Gu Xiaolou knew that it was impossible to escape, but he was still unwilling. He threw the poetry collection in his hand at Chen Luo, then pulled Gu Qingqing around and ran downstairs.

But as soon as he lifted his foot, he found that he was running. Not only did the two not run far, but they flew backwards towards Chen Luo's position.

Chen Luo stretched out his hand to grab Gu Qingqing, when Gu Xiaolou shouted angrily, "The old immortal, hurry up, the young master promises you!"

As soon as Gu Xiaolou finished speaking, he saw an aura bursting out of him, a gust of wind suddenly bursting with energy, and dozens of lightning bolts suddenly lit up in the box, like silver snakes dancing wildly, all slammed down towards Chen Luo.

Chen Luo snorted lightly, looking at the thunder light in the sky, and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

He originally just wanted to test Gu Xiaolou again, but he didn't expect the other party to hide such a hand.