Chapter 108 Today I Am Stained with Ink! You Will Be Stained with Blood Tomorrow!
Xiaoyao Danfang backyard.
Sun Zhaohai lay on the bed with a smile on his face. He was not injured. He just felt that what happened before was too embarrassing and was not willing to show up.
"When I find the alchemist who made the divine elixir, I will report to the Alchemy League. The Alchemy League will certainly give him a reward. With these rewards, no one will dare to look down on me... Hey, Mu Lingfeng, I will return the humiliation I suffered to you sooner or later!" Sun Zhaohai murmured, and a chill gradually surged in his eyes.
"Elder Sun, the person who made the divine elixir has been found."
The next moment, a shout came from outside the door. Sun Zhaohai's eyes lit up.
"Which alchemist is it!"
"Yes... yes..."
"Say it if you have something to say! Don't hesitate!"
"It's Dongfengpo!"
Hearing this, Sun Zhaohai was stunned at first, then his face changed drastically, his body became unstable, and he fell directly from the bed!
"Bang!"
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"It's... it's true."
"Asshole! Call all the leaders of the Dan League here! Immediately! Right now!"
"Yes!"
At the same time, Ji Dongfeng walked on the long street, his face full of resentment.
"Still can't catch up... How can he jump faster than me? If it doesn't work, let Brother Mu help to contact him." Ji Dongfeng murmured, and then came to the Poetry and Painting Pavilion again.
Yun Caifeng was stunned when he saw Ji Dongfeng, and then his face instantly became extremely gloomy. He didn't take the initiative to greet him, but just bowed his head to settle the account.
Ji Dongfeng didn't care. He went directly to the place where the poems were stored, and happened to see He Yan sitting in the corner, looking at a collection of poems with an intoxicated face.
Ji Dongfeng glanced and found that the name of the collection of poems was "He Yan's Poetry Collection".
Seeing this, Ji Dongfeng curled his lips, did not come forward to disturb, but began to look for poems that were not poems.
Like paintings, Ji Yuan's poems also have many magical uses, such as reciting loudly to improve the efficiency of spiritual energy absorption and conversion, and silently reciting in the heart to clear abnormal conditions.
After searching for a while, Ji Dongfeng found a book "Selected Poems of Monk Wang", and the first page was a poem called "The Peak of Monks".
All monks in the world should be like me!
Climbing to the peak of monks for ten thousand years!
Who climbed to the peak of monks!
Wang Muchue, the role model of monks!
Ji Dongfeng looked at the poem and his mouth twitched twice.
"That's him, a poem that can't be a poem. The next task of the old drunkard should be to find a word that can't be a word, but the word is not here. The ghost in the last life didn't find a word that can't be a word until the end. I'm afraid it will take some time." Ji Dongfeng murmured, and then he was about to leave when He Yan's voice suddenly rang.
"Boy, are you also interested in Wang Muchue's poems?" He Yan smiled.
Ji Dongfeng heard this and said, "There is an old drunkard in the town who wants to watch it. Dean, do you know Wang Mu'er?"
"Not only do I know him, the whole Xiaoyao Town knows him. The four jokes of poetry, calligraphy and painting back then were still very famous in Xiaoyao Town. It's just a pity...the four of them all fell in the battle between immortals and demons in the end, otherwise Xiaoyao Town would be more lively." He Yan said with regret.
Ji Dongfeng heard this and his heart moved. The player in the previous life just briefly talked about the task and didn't elaborate on the story behind it.
"Forget it, forget it. I don't want to mention these things. If you want to watch this Wang Mu'er, I suggest you also look for Wu Youren's lyrics. It's interesting to read them together." He Yan smiled.
"Wu Youren?! Dean, do you know where Wu Youren's lyrics are?" Ji Dongfeng asked hurriedly.
"There is a drunkard in Tianjing Restaurant. You can go ask him, but be careful. He has a bad temper. If you meet him, don't say anything else, just say you want to borrow the words of a martial arts friend." He Yan said with a smile.
Ji Dongfeng was stunned when he heard this, and then cried and laughed: "That senior was forced to leave the restaurant by me."
"Huh?! Is there anyone who can force him to leave? What did you do?"
Xiaoyao Danfang backyard.
Sun Zhaohai lay on the bed with a smile on his face. He was not injured. He just felt that what happened before was too embarrassing and was not willing to show up.
"When I find the alchemist who made the divine elixir, I will report to the Dan League. The Dan League will definitely issue a reward. At that time, with these rewards, no one will dare to look down on me... Hey, Mu Lingfeng, I will return the humiliation I suffered to you sooner or later!" Sun Zhaohai murmured, and a chill gradually surged in his eyes.
"Elder Sun, the person who made the divine elixir has been found."
The next moment, a shout came from outside the door. Sun Zhaohai's eyes lit up.
"Which alchemist is it!"
"Yes... yes..."
"Say it if you have something to say! Don't hesitate!"
"It's Dongfeng Po!"
Hearing this, Sun Zhaohai was stunned at first, then his face changed drastically, his body became unstable, and he fell directly from the bed!
"Bang!"
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"It's... it's true."
"Asshole! Call several leaders of the Dan League to me! Immediately! Right away!"
"Yes!"
At the same time, Ji Dongfeng walked on the long street with a face full of resentment.
"Still can't catch up... How can you jump faster than me? If it doesn't work, let Brother Mu help contact them." Ji Dongfeng murmured, and then came to the Poetry and Painting Pavilion again.
When Yun Caifeng saw Ji Dongfeng, he was stunned at first, and then his face became extremely gloomy in an instant. He did not take the initiative to greet him, but just bowed his head to settle the account.
Ji Dongfeng didn't care. He went directly to the place where the poems were stored. He saw He Yan sitting in the corner, looking at a collection of poems with an intoxicated look on his face.
Ji Dongfeng glanced at it and found that the name of the collection was "He Yan's Poems".
Seeing this, Ji Dongfeng curled his lips and did not disturb him. Instead, he began to look for poems that were not poems.
Like paintings, Ji Yuan's poems also have many magical uses, such as reciting loudly to improve the efficiency of spiritual energy absorption and conversion, and silently reciting in the heart to clear abnormal conditions.
After searching for a while, Ji Dongfeng found a book "Selected Poems of Monk Wang". The first page was a poem called "The Peak of Monks".
All monks in the world should be like me!
Climbing to the top of monks for ten thousand years!
Who climbed to the top of monks!
Wang Muer, the role model of monks!
Ji Dongfeng looked at the poem and his mouth twitched twice.
"That's him. The poem that can't be a poem. The next task of the old drunkard should be to find the words that can't be a word. But the words are not here. The genius in the previous life didn't find the words that can't be a word until the end. I'm afraid it will take some time." Ji Dongfeng murmured, and then he was about to leave when He Yan's voice suddenly rang.
"Boy, are you also interested in Wang Mucher's poems?" He Yan smiled.
Ji Dongfeng heard this and said, "There is an old drunkard in the town who wants to read it. Dean, do you know Wang Mucher?"
"Not only do I know him, the whole Xiaoyao Town knows him. The four jokes of poetry, calligraphy and painting back then were still very famous in Xiaoyao Town. It's just a pity... The four of them finally fell in the battle between immortals and demons, otherwise Xiaoyao Town would be more lively." He Yan said with regret.
Ji Dongfeng heard this and his heart moved. The player in the previous life just briefly explained the task and didn't elaborate on the story behind it.
"Forget it, I don't want to mention these things. If you want to read Wang Mu'er, I suggest you also look for Wu Youren's poems. It's interesting to read them together." He Yan said with a smile.
"Wu Youren?! Dean, do you know where Wu Youren's poems are?" Ji Dongfeng asked hurriedly.
"There is a drunkard in Tianjing Restaurant. You can ask him, but be careful. He has a bad temper. If you meet him, don't say anything else, just say you want to borrow Wu Youren's poems to read." He Yan said with a smile.
Ji Dongfeng was stunned when he heard this, and then he said with tears and laughter: "That senior was forced to leave the restaurant by me."
"Huh?! Is there anyone who can force him to leave? What did you do?"