Chapter 481

On the 12th day of the coquettish meeting, Chen Mo returned from the feast of Zhang Xu, the "top crazy pen". From tomorrow, as long as he has a purple coquettish pendant, the spirit general or monk can enter the Pantheon and participate in the final communication with the sons`

On the way back to the inn, Chen Mo's mind was full of memories of Zhang Xu's wild grass. Although Zhang Xu, who is known as the "sage of cursive script", is not a sage, he is deeply impressed by this extraordinary, free and uninhibited woman who is almost crazy about cursive script.

"The way of calligraphy goes into the gods, falling into smoke, and eight methods are passed on in ancient and modern times; the drunken man is called the sage of grass, and the whole hall is full of wind and rain. I remember to drink three cups of wine." Chen Mo looked at the couplet engraved on the tablet in his hand. It was a "crazy pen on the top". Zhang Xu himself waved his brush. The grass was like a dragon, and the change was like a ghost. There was no clue.

This kind of word can kill!

With Zhang Xu's autograph, elder martial sister's' ten thousand word monument 'should not be a problem.

Passing by an alley, a familiar white shadow appeared in the corner of his eyes. Chen Mo seemed to see an ancient well deep in the alley. A Tulle woman sat on the well and stared at him quietly.

"Huh?" Chen Mo looked back and saw another illusion.

He had this illusion several times these days, which made him very uncomfortable at the bottom of his heart. Whether you are a man or a ghost, let's see what happens. Chen Mo's figure flashed, and he hurried to the alley.

The alley is deep, remote and quiet. At the end is an elm lush yard with a water well in it. There was no one in the yard. Chen Mo checked the water well for a while, but he didn't feel any sign of anyone. Then he put his head into the well and put a thought into it, but he didn't feel any sign.

Isn't there a star name of Zhenzi in the star world`

Chen Mo muttered, turning back, suddenly his whole body was excited, and his pores trembled.

I saw a tall woman appear behind him unconsciously. The woman was very tall. Although she was wearing a cloak to cover her body, she could vaguely see her long legs inserted into the sword on the ground, with a kind of fierce domineering.

Chen Mo's consciousness has been very alert, but he is not aware of the appearance of this woman, as if it is out of thin air. But even if it appears out of thin air, even if there is a slight floating in the void, Chen Mo can be on guard, but it happens that there is nothing.

Seeing her suddenly, Chen Mo was also surprised.

However, he immediately calmed down. Chen Mo looked up at the tall woman like a horse. The woman was wearing a sad and joyless mask, which could not even be seen by her eyes.

"Are you Chen mo of 'Peach Blossom Emperor'?" The woman opened her mouth, and her voice was filled with indifference.

Since that other year, if I was the Qing emperor's poetry famous in Quyuan City, plus the red faces around Chen Mo, unconsciously, the peach blossom Qing emperor has become his nickname, Chen Mo is a little helpless. "I am, who is the girl?"

"Is it your work to sing chrysanthemums if I was the Qing emperor in the other year?" The woman didn't seem to hear his question and asked herself.

"Huh?" Chen Mo stared at her closely, trying to see the clue.

The woman's voice was indifferent: "I also have a chrysanthemum, and I want you to help me appreciate it."

"For poetry appreciation, I'm afraid the girl is looking for the wrong person. I recommend you to go to the 'son of heaven of poetry'. She has a good eye." Chen Modao.

The woman opened her mouth and said the first poem.

"I don't like flowers."

The woman simply didn't listen to others. She was a little too self-centered. Chen Mo frowned, but when the woman said the first sentence of Yongju, Chen Mo's body shook, his expression sank, and he stared at her.

"I'm scared every time."

"If you want to fight against the west wind, wear gold armor all over."

The woman read out four sentences. Suddenly, the hospital seemed to be covered by a mercury cover, and the huge pressure was heavy on the ground. The wind stopped flowing, and everything in heaven and earth was silent. A powerful murderous air suddenly appeared, and Chen Mo only felt that his pores were opened by the cold air.

Under the suppression of this murderous spirit, even the 'Xuanwu' felt fear.

What's going on?

Chen Mo was shocked. He couldn't say a word when he encountered such a helpless thing for the first time.

"If you are surprised by my Yongju and can't say a word, then I'll take your jade pendant." The woman was indifferent, and took it for granted to grab the purple and coquettish jade pendant around Chen Mo's waist.

Chen Mo, who has no owner of this jade pendant, can enter the Pantheon. These days, many people have spied on it, but what he covets is just some shrimp soldiers and crab generals, and Chen Mo doesn't take it seriously. But the first time I met such a terrible woman, she was obviously powerless, but every word she said was full of ancient coldness, and Chen Mo's Yuanshen and even the Xuanwu body were all waiting to die.

Seeing that the woman was going to seize the jade pendant, Chen Mo was in a cold sweat, and his power was running through the sweet stone star Sutra.

At this time, suddenly, a mysterious singing sound floated out of the water of the ancient well.

The melody is like the wind, clear and graceful.

"The cicadas are sad. It's late in the long Pavilion, and the shower stops at the beginning. There is no thread to drink in the door tent, and Lan Zhou urges them to linger. Holding hands to look at the tears, they are speechless and choking. Reading away, thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the evening mist is deep and the sky is wide. Sentimental since ancient times, it's sad to leave, and it's even more worthy of the cold autumn festival! Where do you wake up tonight? Willow bank, the wind and the moon..."

As soon as the song came out, all the vitality in the hospital suddenly recovered, the wind began to flow, the Elms and willows swayed with the wind, and the cicadas on the trees began to sing.

Everything became full of vitality, and the poetic realm of flowers killed and breathless created by the woman disappeared in this softness, tenderness, and softness. It was this tall and cold woman who was slightly stunned.

Chen Mo gets a chance to breathe, runs the star power with all his strength, and finally breaks through the woman's deterrence.

"The girl's poetic realm is Xiao Sha, but cold is a good word. Wearing golden armor all over is also wonderful, but unfortunately, I heard a line from Huang Chao not long ago, chanting chrysanthemums and a line that carries golden armor all over the city. It's a bit of suspicion, but it's inferior."

Chen Mo's breath came out and protected the jade pendant.

The woman stopped, and the mask without sorrow or joy could not see the expression, but there was a thrill from the bone marrow.

The woman said no, looked at the yard and turned away.

Chen Mo wiped his cold sweat and breathed a sigh of relief. "I don't... this poem... Can't it be her?" Chen Mo looked dignified. After the graceful words were finished, the courtyard was restored as before, and there was no change in the plain.

Chen Mo said to Gujing, "thank you, Miss Liu. I owe you a favor this time. If you need help in the future, you can ask me Chen mo. I will do my best."

"This past year, should be a good time, good scenery in vain. Even if there are thousands of customs, with whom do you say it?"

The last sentence of the poem was like an answer and a self-talk.

This poem is Liu Yong's famous' rain Bell ', which Chen Mo can't know. After a long time without a response, Chen Mo bows down again before leaving the alley.

After Chen Mo left, an illusory woman appeared in the silent ancient well. The woman's thin snow veil covered her body, her sleeves floating, her skirt submerged into the void, and practiced with the void, as if the void had evolved from her clothes.

The woman has a beautiful face and slender Phoenix eyes, which makes her heart beat.

She stared at Chen Mo's back and slowly disappeared.

The courtyard was quiet as if nothing had been born.

The wind moves, the trees move, and the heart beats