Douluo: Martial Soul Sword Immortal, a hundred battles become a poem!

Chapter 40: If a friend comes from afar, he will be killed even though he is far away!
"Your Highness the Holy Son, what should we do now?"

"Walk."

"retreat?"

Li Qiu glanced at the ghost with disdain, "Leaving and retreating are two different things. Do you want to lure Tang Hao here and hurt innocent people?"

"It's me who is shallow." Gui Mei lowered his head in shame.

"Where are our people hiding now?"

"They are all outside Soto City. As soon as a fight breaks out, they will arrive in no time."

"Very good, let's go. Remember, we have to pretend to be escaping and lure Tang Hao outside the city."

"As ordered."

……

Two black shadows rushed outside Soto City at extremely fast speeds, leaving almost no trace.

After a while, two figures stopped after encountering a small ditch a thousand meters away from Soto City.

Gui Mei looked at Li Qiu beside him, "His Royal Highness, Tang Hao doesn't seem to be following you."

"No, he's already here."

"Already arrived?" Gui Mei was startled.

"..."

Immediately, Li Qiu's words seemed to follow his words, and a rough male voice suddenly sounded.

"Ghost, we are old friends after all. It's true. It's great to have friends from far away. Why do you look so frightened?"

I don’t know where this male voice came from, nor how far away it is.

It was as if the owner of the voice was not here at all, but seemed to be everywhere.

The ghost looked panicked when he heard the sound. At this moment, Li Qiu immediately stood in front of the ghost and glanced in all directions.

"No, no, no, there is a way. If a friend comes from afar, he will be killed even though he is far away!"

"The Holy Son of Wuhun Palace is indeed very talented. I heard that you can also compose poetry, right?"

Tang Hao's voice continued to sound, but he never showed up.

It was obvious that he wanted to break through the psychological defenses of Li Qiu and Gui Mei.

"I don't take it seriously as a poem, I just improvised a few lines."

"Okay, okay, why don't we play a game?"

"what game?"

"Let's take poetry as a topic. If you can compose the designated poem within the designated time, I will let you go today. If not, hey, I'm afraid you won't be able to continue escaping today, because I will find you in every corner of the world. .”

The ghost frowned and looked at Li Qiu, "His Royal Highness the Holy Son, he is playing a trick on you. We don't want to be fooled by him."

"It doesn't matter." Li Qiu smiled lightly, not minding at all, and continued to ask: "I wonder what Haotian Mian wants me to write a poem with?"

"Take it about myself, my wife, and this ditch. You only have one minute."

"You might as well just take action. One minute is simply forcing someone to do something difficult!"

The ghost couldn't help shouting.

He knew that His Royal Highness, the Holy Son, was very talented and had written many poems.

But no matter how talented His Royal Highness the Son is, he cannot compose a poem in one minute.

Moreover, the poem must be based on the specified theme, which is simply too much!
Li Qiu stopped the ghost's impulse and asked with a smile: "Your Majesty Haotian, if I do something like this, will you really let us go?"

"I, Tang Hao, have said what I have said, and it is hard to catch up!"

"Okay, let me try."

"..."

Soon, half a minute passed.

The ghost's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he had begun to gather his soul power.

In his opinion, this battle is inevitable, there is only one battle! Fight to the death!

"Holy Son, you don't have much time, have you thought about it?"

"Okay."

"Try to say something." "There is a ditch three feet above the ground, and the water flows all year round." Li Qiu said the first half of the poem lightly.

"Huh?" Gui Mei was stunned again.

Good guy, is His Royal Highness the Son of God a human being, able to do this?
It's really unfathomable.

"Yes, the river ditch is there, but what about me and my wife?"

Tang Hao was silent for a moment and asked aloud.

Li Qiu curled his lips and spoke the second half of the poem.

"There are no cattle or sheep coming to graze, only people washing their hair every day."

"Okay! Okay, okay!" As soon as Li Qiu finished speaking, Gui Mei couldn't help but applaud.

What a genius!
His Royal Highness the Holy Son is not only a natural swordsman, but he also has such talent in literary talent.

Within a minute, I actually composed a poem.

If he is a monster in terms of swordsmanship, then he is a genius in terms of talent!
"There is a ditch three feet above the ground, and water flows all year round. No cattle or sheep come to graze, only people washing their hair every day..."

Tang Hao murmured to himself.

He thought Li Qiu's poem was strange, but it definitely didn't meet the requirements.

He mentioned that the poem must have three elements: he, A Yin, and Hegou.

No matter how you look at this poem, there is only a river ditch. Where are he and A Yin?
"Holy Son, I must admit that your talent is very good, but it is only good."

"What is the meaning of Haotian Mian's words?"

"Humph, I just said that the poem must have three conditions: me, my wife, and the river ditch. But your poem only meets one condition, so unfortunately, I can't let you go today."

"That's right, I wrote the poem based on the title given by Haotian Mian." Li Qiu frowned.

"Your Highness the Holy Son, it seems, it seems that your poem really doesn't fit..."

"Elder Ghost, read it again."

"There is a ditch three feet above the ground, water all year round, water..."

As soon as Gui Mei finished reciting a sentence, he seemed to have thought of something in his mind, and his face suddenly turned extremely red.

"Haha...haha...cough! Ahem!"

"You bastard, how dare Zhu Zian bully me!!"

Hearing the ghostly laughter, Tang Hao finally reacted.

He couldn't hold it in any longer and fell from the sky directly into the sight of Li Qiu and Li Qiu.

"What are you talking about, Haotian Mian? Doesn't the poem I wrote meet the requirements?" Li Qiu looked at him and smiled plainly.

There is a ditch three feet above the ground. It looks like a ditch on the surface, but it actually refers to...

In addition, the water flows all year round, which further confirms the true meaning of that ditch.

In the end, no cattle or sheep came to graze.

That was Tang Hao's wife, so others could not touch her.

Only the sun and the sky can be touched, and the sun and the sky are the characters of Hao.

Tang Hao can not only touch it, but also use it to wash his hair...

Livestock!
Tang Hao never expected that the majestic Holy Son of Wuhun Palace would actually compose such an eternal and obscene poem!

"Yellow-haired boy! I will definitely kill you without a burial place today!"

"Haha, how dare a shrinking turtle speak arrogant words?" Li Qiu suppressed his smile and said coldly: "Come here!"

"Swish! Swish!"

Following Li Qiu's order, more than ten figures suddenly came galloping from a distance!

Within a moment, Tang Hao was surrounded by water!
"Please give the order to His Majesty the Holy Son. We will kill Tang Hao today!"

These Soul Douluo and Soul Saint have also been fighting hard. Now that His Highness the Holy Son is here in person, they will certainly not retreat.

A man is born between heaven and earth. As a minister, he should do the work of dogs and horses.

If you are defeated, you will only die, so why should you be afraid?
"Do you think you can resist me with these people?"

(End of this chapter)