The appearance of Cangsong Immortal was shocked by everyone.

You know, Cangsong Immortal is a famous top writer in the Immortal Clan. As a result, because of a poem and a poem, he went to hug a young man's thigh and asked him to accept him as his disciple.

Isn't this too exaggerated?

"Fellow Daoist Cangsong, didn't he just write a beautiful poem? Is it necessary for you to lower your posture to ask others?" An old Taoist asked in confusion.

"Fellow Daoist Long Scale, you don't understand." said Cang Song Immortal: "You only know how to appreciate poetry, but you don't understand the difficulty of writing poetry, especially how difficult it is to make a poem that can become a masterpiece of eternal sings."

"Tell me this way. The first poem written by this literary master made me admire me, but it would not make me put down my posture and be willing to be a disciple of me."

"But if you read the second poem by this literary master, you can read it carefully. How could it be a good word? It is simply a work of heaven and man!"

"Especially the sentence that people have joys and sorrows, and the moon has phases and waxing, is simply the finishing touch, which makes people feel endless!"

"Looking at the Tiansheng Continent, the human race, the immortal race, the god race, the demon race, and the demon race, there are millions of poems selected for textbooks. Which poem can compare to this one?"

After hearing the words of Cangsong Immortal, the people present looked at the calligraphy left by Ye Chen and savored the song "Shuitu Songtou" carefully, and were all deeply moved.

"It's indeed smooth and beautiful, and it's catchy, and I want to read it again."

"No wonder the immortal Cangsong is willing to give up the disadvantage. After savoring this carefully, this word is really a work of the gods! It is so good and wonderful!"

"There are millions of poems in the Tiansheng Continent, but there is really not a single poem that can compare to this poem. I admire you!"

Hearing these sentimental voices, Ye Chen couldn't help but laugh and cry.

He also did not expect that any poem on Earth that could make the writers of the Tiansheng Continent feel inferior and admire him so much.

However, he has been to many stars and read many poems about different stars. Even the poems in the heavens are incomparable compared to the poems of ancient literary masters on earth.

The earth is worthy of being a place of outstanding people and spiritual powers. Poems written by ordinary people can make these immortals admire them so much.

"Wenhao, how about taking me as a disciple?"

Cangsong Immortal asked again.

Ye Chen coughed twice and said, "As the saying goes, teach his disciples to starve to death. If I teach you my skills, then you will become famous and I will be overwhelmed."

It’s not that he doesn’t teach, it’s that he can’t teach. If he had those tricks, why would he steal the poems of the Earth’s literary masters?

"Wenhao, you don't have to teach me your abilities. You just need to accept me as your disciple and let me follow you. When you are poetic and want to recite a poem, just say to me and write it down."

"Of course, I will not steal the poems of literary masters to make myself famous. I only use them to appreciate them. Even if I publish them, I will also publish them in the name of literary masters. Is that okay?"

The immortal Cangsong admired Ye Chen and was full of thought. He only wanted to follow Ye Chen. Listening to him recite poems and essays, he felt that it was a very meaningful thing and a high level of enjoyment.

Ye Chen thought for a while and said, "If you can take me to pick the Insecting Fairy Fruit, I can accept you as a disciple and recite one or two poems every day for you to appreciate."

"Yes! It's totally OK!"

Immortal Cangsong agreed without thinking.

"Then I will accept you as a disciple." Ye Chen said.

Immortal Cangsong was so excited: "Master is here, please accept a prayer from my disciple!"

"Get up."

"Thank you Master!"

The successful apprenticeship of Cangsong Immortal is so moved by many people.

"Wenhao, please accept me as your disciple!"

"Wenhao, please accept me as your disciple!"

"Wenhao, I admire you so much, please accept me!"

Many people begged, including many immortals at the level of immortals, and even the immortals of Taixu Great Perfection. They were all like children from poor families who were eager to study, eager to learn knowledge to change their destiny. They looked at Ye Chen with a gaze, hoping that Ye Chen would agree, as if they would cry if Ye Chen did not agree.

Ye Chen and Duoduo were both confused by the monks of this immortal clan.

They never expected that the monks here had such a high level of worship of literature that they had never expected.

You should know that no matter which planet they went to before, what the monks pursued and worshiped was cultivation, not literature.

Only the monks of the Immortal Clan in the Tiansheng Continent have not yet pursued their cultivation level, which has made them look at them with admiration.

"I have accepted all the Immortal Lord level, but I am ugly in front of me. I will not teach you real skills. I can only recite poems and lyrics for you. Don't say that I don't teach you skills. After all, I will not charge your tuition fees," Ye Chen said.

The immortals were so excited that they all knelt on the ground to worship.

"Master is here, please accept a prayer from my disciple!"

"All up!"

"Thank you Master!"

Ye Chen collected more than 20 disciples of the Immortal Priest level. These Immortal Priests did not have a proud attitude. At least in front of Ye Chen, a "big literary master", they all acted like students and respected Ye Chen very much.

As the saying goes, it is good to be able to make friends with poetry. After all, he wants to improve his cultivation in the Tiansheng Continent, and the Immortal Lord is an old monster who has lived for many years. They have a deep understanding of the Tiansheng Continent and do not have enough resources in the future. Let them help collect it, or if there are treasures, let them take him to find it. This is also a way to improve his cultivation, so he is not stingy with accepting these disciples.

“By the way.”

Ye Chen looked at the immortal Cangsong and asked, "Disciple Cangsong, where did you pick the immortal fruit? Is there any? If so, pick a few quickspots for your master to try."

Cangsong Immortal smiled bitterly: "Master, I'm going to tell you that this Dao Immortal Fruit only bears one fruit in 30,000 years. It was planted by Cangsen Immortals of our immortal clan, and it is also the only remaining Dao Immortal Fruit on the Tiansheng Continent."

"The disciple is a brother of the same sect and begged him tens of thousands of times. He was so sorry that he rewarded him with one. He was very stingy. He even didn't give him any more than the Immortal Emperor asked him to give him. He was very strong, and the Immortal Emperor could not do anything to him."

"And he did not worship poetry like his disciples. He guarded the fairy fruit tree for asking the Tao all day long, drank in front of his deceased wife's grave, and did not go anywhere. The Immortal Emperor gave him a high-ranking official, and he didn't do anything to him. It was said that he didn't get into the oil and salt, and no one could do anything to him."

"So if Master wants to ask him to ask the Immortal Fruit, it will be as difficult as climbing to heaven!"

Ye Chen became interested when he heard this and asked, "Then what is your senior brother Cang He Xianren, what is your cultivation level now?"

The immortal Cangsong said in horror: "Taiyi Great Perfection!"

hiss!
Chapter completed!