In the forest.
Ye QingChen was dressed in a light colored black robe. His eyes were like that of an immortal as his gentle and magnetic voice rang out.
The verse slowly came out of his mouth.
As he finished reciting the poem, the other three were still stuck in the artistic conception of the poem, unable to come back to their senses for a long time.
"There is a beauty in the north, peerless and independent.”
Jiang Luoyi murmured softly. In her mind, a peerless beauty suddenly appeared. She was sitting on a high mountain, her eyes cold and detached from the secular world.
"A glance can topple a city, and then a glance can topple a country.”
As the next poem appeared in her mind, the scene in front of her changed.
In the midst of the smoke and the flames of war, the beauty descended the mountain.
She came to the city gate and glanced at the soldiers guarding the city. Those soldiers abandoned their weapons and the walls fell.
She came to the vicinity of the Imperial Palace and took a glance at the emperor who ruled over the world. The emperor fell in love with her and no longer cared about government affairs.
What kind of beauty was this!
Although the poem did not describe the woman's beautiful appearance, it was clear that the woman's appearance was outstanding.
"I don't know that it's hard to find a beauty that can topple cities and countries.”
Gilen read the last line of the poem in a low voice. She was completely immersed in the poem, and her delicate body could not help but tremble.
The meaning of this poem was very obvious.
Even though beautiful girls often brought about disasters that could topple cities and countries.
But even so, he couldn't lose the opportunity to get a beautiful woman.
Because a beautiful girl was hard to come by and could not be found again!
This poem was really well written. It was just a few short sentences, but it set off the beauty's peerless elegance.
She had never heard such a beautiful poem before. It was simply fascinating.
Both of them were so excited, let alone Zhou Mengyao.
After all, in her eyes, this poem was written by her master to praise her.
Hearing her master's words, Zhou Mengyao's face turned red, and her heart beat like a deer.
So this is my image in Master's heart?
Master has portrayed me too well.
And what did his last sentence mean? Was it to express his yearning for beauty?
Zhou Mengyao's mind was running wild. It took her a while to calm down and force herself to maintain the necessary posture.
She bowed towards Ye QingChen,""Thank you for your praise, Master."
"Can I trouble Master to write down the poem so that I can study it day and night?”
"No problem." Ye QingChen agreed readily.
To him, this was just a piece of cake.
After catching a few more fish, Ye QingChen returned to his residence.
Zhou Mengyao and Ge Lan followed closely behind.
As for Janoy, as she watched the three of them leave, her heart seemed to be shrouded in a speechless emotion. She couldn't tell what she was thinking.
After a long while, she sighed.
…
After handing over the ink treasure, Ye QingChen entered the kitchen and prepared to make a bowl of delicious fish soup.
Soon, it was lunchtime.
When the dishes were served, Ye QingChen took advantage of the fact that everyone was present to introduce the others to Zhou Mengyao.
In the morning, Xiao Huohuo and Han Li had gone somewhere to cultivate and had only just returned after eating.
"You are Xiao Huohuo?"
Looking at the young man in front of her, Zhou Mengyao was a little surprised.
Although she was in the palace, she had heard of Xiao Huohuo's deeds.
Wasn't he a good-for-nothing who couldn't cultivate? I heard that Murong Xue had even come to break off the engagement.
"Not bad." Seeing his junior sister's bewildered expression, Xiao Huohuo understood what she was thinking and smiled.
"I'm Xiao Huohuo. Thanks to Master, my cultivation talent has recovered.”
"Like this." Zhou Mengyao smiled." Congratulations, Senior Brother.”
"Come, don't just chat. Try the fish soup I made.”
Ye QingChen scooped a bowl for each of his disciples.
"Xiao Lan, come, don't stand on ceremony.”He greeted her warmly.
"Thank you, Master."
"Thank you, Senior."
Everyone thanked him.
Then, they all took a small sip.
Immediately, a delicious taste bloomed on the tip of his tongue. At the same time, two currents of air surged around his body. One was cold and the other was hot. After flowing through his meridians, they finally fused with the spiritual energy in his body.
"Eh?"
"This fish soup…"
"This is too delicious."
Everyone exclaimed in surprise and praised him continuously.
They didn't find it strange that the fish soup was magical.
After all, this was his master's (senior's) move. How could it be an ordinary item?
"Haha."
Being praised by everyone, Ye QingChen was extremely happy.
"If it's good, then drink more. Don't be polite.”
"If it's not enough, there's more in the pot."
"Thank you, Master."
While everyone was enjoying themselves.
Near Wild Goose Mountain.
In a large village, people were coming and going. Everyone had smiles on their faces as they conversed with each other.
Everyone lived in the same village and saw each other frequently. Their relationship was naturally not that bad.
Right at this moment, an astonishing demonic wind blew past.
At the same time, countless wails and exclamations sounded.
By the time the demonic wind dissipated, the entire village was already in ruins. The originally lively scene had long disappeared, and the streets were empty.
After a while, a middle-aged man in linen clothes crawled out of the water tank. His face was pale and his feet were trembling.
"Monster!"
"There's a monster!"
"Monsters are eating people!"
He shouted in horror and ran out crazily.
And such a scene was clearly happening in more than one place.
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