Chapter 579
"Sir, you haven't eaten in a long time. I'll go to the kitchen and let them prepare wine and food."
"Okay, you don't Saying that I don't feel it yet, I'm really hungry."
Afterwards, Qian Wu went to the restaurant's kitchen, and Yang Lin and Fan Tong were left in the room.
Seeing Fan Tong's expression, Yang Lin was startled and asked, "What's wrong with you, your face is cramping?"
"There is no cramping, it's just... it's Brother Yang You're...awesome!"
"Awesome?"
Yang Lin said with a laugh: "Of course I'm very difficult to deal with, and you still need to say it?"
"Of course, seven days, Brother Yang, seven days!"
Originally, Yang Lin didn't pay much attention to Fan Tong's words, but after hearing his accent, he immediately responded, "Don't Nonsense, you think they are all like you in Drunken Stupor in Huajie. In the world of culture, let alone seven days, seven years are just a snap of your fingers."
Fan Tong embarrassedly laughed, "So that's how it is, but Yang Brother, your daughter-in-law seems a bit fierce."
"She is not my daughter-in-law, my daughter-in-law is not here."
"Ah—"
Yang Lin blushed with shame, "What's wrong with you?"
"It's okay, I'm just..." Fan Tong wiped the cold sweat from his face and said, "I just think she's a bit fierce. I came here once before, but Seeing that the door was not open, I thought about it later. Brother Yang, you asked me to go there for a few more days for the drunken stupor. I didn't dare to come to disturb you. On the fourth day, I couldn't help but come over, and then she was frightened back with an arrow. And today, it's the seventh day, no, it's the eighth day!"
Yang Lin asked, "Would you like to go there and enjoy it for a few more days?"
"What's there to enjoy," Fan Tong sighed, "being surrounded by a group of people On the surface, I want you to write this poem and that word. On the surface, it looks beautiful, but I'm not really a poet. I'm a little embarrassed when I take other people's things, and I also eat, eat and play. I can't get through this."
"Bullshit, didn't you have a good time before I saw you?"
"That's all from Old Huang, And I have already regarded that as the Peak of my life. So I think I need to change it, so that I will not be abandoned."
Speaking of abandonment, Yang Lin thought of this guy's bad luck. According to the Luck Tree, this guy has actually been abandoned. If he is allowed to go back like this, it is estimated that he will not be able to make a difference in his life.
And Yang Lin couldn't bear to look at him like this after hearing about him, so he thought about giving him some luck when he was leaving.
My luck is like a sea, and a drop in the sea should be able to reverse his situation. That's right, I have such a huge amount of luck, if the luck tree didn't talk about it, I wouldn't have cared about it before.
Besides, now, Fan Tong will always look outside the door before talking to him. From his appearance, he knows that Qian Wu's arrows and ferocity have left a shadow in his heart.
"Come on, we are fellow villagers anyway."
"Brother Yang, there is no other major event, I just want to ask you, when can I go back?"
Yang Lin said with a laugh: "Isn't it good to spend a few more days here?"
"It's good, but in comparison, I still like the one over there world. And here, what's the use of reciting poems if I will not?"
"This is also an ability."
"But it's all fake Yes."
"It doesn't matter if it's fake, no one else knows it anyway, just talk nonsense, and you'll get the status of money and beauty. Speaking of which, I seem to envy you a bit."
Fan Tong blushed with shame: "Brother Yang, don't make fun of me, the fake can't be real, and the real can't be fake. I roughly know what's going on in the world here. I saw it in those days. There are a lot of people in the cultivation, they can sum up the sword spirit at any time, and they don't seem to be ordinary enough. But I am an ordinary person at all."
Yang Lin pondered for a moment, and said said with a smile : "But you're not bad. You see that so many people admire you, including those from the culture. In order to listen to your poems, people from thousands of miles rush there. Your face is not very big."
Fan Tong was about to faint, "Brother Yang, let's get down to business, look at my awakening ability first!"
Fan Tong called out the data panel.
Yang Lin had seen this thing once before, but the two of them didn't break it down. Looking at it now, Yang Lin's eyes couldn't help but fall on the awakening ability on the data panel again.
Good guy, three hundred poems.
Of course, 300 is just a conceptual number, and what really allows him to include more than 300, even 330,000 is possible.
"Brother Yang, you see, I haven't read so many poems in my childhood, and since I awakened this ability, every day I wake up, there are countless poems buzzing in my mind. For a while I feel that I am possessed by a poet, and for a while I feel that the poet is in me. But this sense of freedom and ease comes and goes quickly, after all, I am just an ordinary person, which is too shameful."
Yang Lin thinks about it and thinks that this is indeed shameful enough. Even if I let myself read this kind of stuff to others all day, I really don't know if I can open my mouth?
Occasionally one or two times is fine, but it's still a bit difficult to expect this fake thing to live for a lifetime.
In addition, Yang Lin thought about it. Although Fan Tong was a transmigrator, it was all accidental. If the Luck Tree recalls it, when the time comes the Luck Essence Fruit has not grown into a shriveled state, but even so, it is still a Luck Essence Fruit, just not as rich as before.
If this is the case, can I also add the ability to add 300 poems?
If you want to add it, what state will this thing produce when it is advanced?
In response to this, Yang Lin secretly asked the luck tree.
"Fortune Tree, are these three hundred poems useful to me?"
"Yes!"
"Ah—there are still?"
"Master, the Great Thousand Worlds there is no lack of strange things, the four cities you are in are actually a drop in the ocean, and now you haven't even read a corner of the Great World. As far as I know, this world has There are quite a few planes, and among them there is a place for cultivation poetry. If you can master this thing, when the time comes, it is really possessed by poetry, fairy, poetry, and saints. At that time, others will not worship you to death. "
Yang Lin almost didn't spit out a mouthful of old blood when he heard it, "Is there such a place in this Great World?"
"There must be, it is said that the master has a vision now It's too narrow, and you'll know it when you go to more places later. However, these places are also divided into ranks, and most of them are in the same low level as the Sicheng. It doesn't matter if you go or not. The master wants to be higher. Go anywhere, such as Moyu."
The Luck Tree almost forgot Yang Lin, and his next stop is in Moyu. Su Zimu had lived in that place before, so when the time comes, he can be used as a guide.