"A thousand spirit stones?" Mu Mu quickly turned around in her head, thinking that it could be a huge amount with a smile, enough for her to spend several years, and she was a little excited.

"What do you want to bet on?... It's not like I've never met your brother before. I'm just here to settle old scores with him!"

When it comes to writing poems, Mu Mu is not afraid of others. Even if her brother doesn't take action, she can still express herself. After all, Li Ye started teaching her to read and write on Tianshan Mountain.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Countless gazes were directed at Mu Mu and Li Xiuyuan. He was a powerful guy who dared to accept Princess Hanyan's bet and even settled a score with Mr. Wu Hua.

Even Luo Hanyan was stunned. She didn't expect that Mumu was not afraid of her at all, and had the aura to make a bet!

And naturally she won't give up just yet. Who is she? She is the little princess of Tianluo City!

He took a step forward and looked at Mu Mu and said: "I bet this guy to write a poem. As long as he can convince my sisters, I will give you a thousand spirit stones. If not, you will only give me five hundred spirits."

how?"

The bang was enough to knock Mu Mu Ruomao off her feet.

She had never been afraid of anyone in the world. She didn't expect that the girl in front of her would burn Li Xiuyuan's body. How could she endure it?

Looking at the group of boys and girls in front of her, Mu Mu changed her face.

He stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "Bring the spirit stone first, I'm afraid you won't admit it if you lose!"

Luo Hanyan was anxious and looked at her angrily and said, "I am the princess of Tianluo City. Are you afraid that I will rely on you? What about yours? If you lose, where can I find you?"

Mu Mu looked at her and shook her head: "I'm not familiar with you, so I'd better see the spirit stone first... If I lose, my husband and his wife will be guests in Xia Mansion, and you're still worried that I won't have money.

Can’t I give it to you?”

Luo Hanyan was furious, looked at a group of sisters and shouted: "Take out whoever has the spirit stone on you. If you win, I will give it to you. If you lose, I will return it to everyone."

Mu Mu was so angry that she jumped up and down. If this was the city lord's palace, she would hit someone.

Li Xiuyuan, who was sitting on the stone bench, did not pay attention to the quarrel between Luo Hanyan and Mu Mu. He seemed to have entered a strange state at the moment.

I don’t know whether it was the sprouting green lotus in my body that played a role, or whether the old man’s jade plate entering my body played a role.

At the moment, he seemed to be under the eaves of a bamboo house, with a pot of burning charcoal fire beside him, and a pool of thick ink that had just been ground with hot tea on the table in front of him.

He held a wolf hair in his hand, but in his eyes was a girl in a white dress on the snowy mountain outside.

...

Luo Hanyan almost laughed when she saw him like this.

She would never believe what Mu Mu said in front of her. A twelve-year-old boy might be able to write poems, but he should be able to write poems that would satisfy his young sisters.

What's more, there are a few young people who are watching the excitement and don't mind it. She naturally has the confidence to make this bet with Mu Mu.

At this moment, a group of boys and girls had collected two thousand spirit stones, put them in a brocade bag and handed them to Luo Hanyan.

Luo Hanyan weighed it, looked at Mu Mu and said with a smile: "I won't bully you. There are two thousand spirit stones here. How about I bet you a thousand. Wouldn't you be interested?"

The young man on the side sneered and said: "I wonder if your brother has any poems that can surprise us? Take them out quickly, these are two thousand spiritual stones!"

The implication is that if you can't afford to gamble, you should quickly admit defeat without any shame.

Mu Mu was secretly happy in her heart, waved her hands, sighed, and responded gloomily: "You go back to the pavilion to polish the black first, and I will advise my brother here..."

Luo Hanyan saw how fearless she was, gritted her teeth and said, "Then please have a good discussion with this young master, and we'll wait for each other in the pavilion."

After saying that, he turned around and left with a group of people, and for a while the sound of laughter rang out from the shore of Yanyu Lake.

When a group of men and women met and had spiritual stones to share, they were naturally very happy.

Li Xiuyuan, who was caught up in the artistic conception, looked at the girl in the white dress fluttering on the snow mountain, stretched out his left hand as if to caress her face, and murmured: "Mumu... where are you? I'm fine."

Miss you!"

Mu Mu was startled, reached out and grabbed his hand and replied: "Brother Mu Mu is here, Mu Mu misses you so much!"

Li Xiuyuan did not expect that Mu Mu, who was far away in the snow-capped mountains, would suddenly come to him. He couldn't help but feel happy and said with a smile: "It's great to see you again, Mu Mu!"

Mu Mu frowned, thinking something was wrong with her brother, but she didn't think about it carefully.

Instead, he went on to say: "Those bad guys bullied Mu Mu for not being able to write poems, and bet Mu Mu with two thousand spirit stones. If Mu Mu can't write, he will pay them a thousand spirit stones!"

Li Xiuyuan was stunned for a moment and said angrily: "Two thousand spirit stones are a lot? Who dares to bully my Mu Mu?"

Mu Mu chuckled and said in his ear: "Two thousand spirit stones is a lot. Even when Mu Mu bought clothes for her brother, the shoes only cost a hundred spirit stones!"

In the artistic conception, Li Xiuyuan sighed softly and said: "You can bully me, but you can't bully my sister. Whatever they want, I will vent your anger for you!"

In the artistic conception, the wolf hair in Li Xiuyuan's hand immediately turned into the long sword condensed with Ruoshui sword power, which could cut off mountains and rivers if there was any disagreement.

Mu Mu smiled and said softly: "Brother doesn't need to fight, just write a poem that convinces them. If you win the money, Mumu will buy clothes for your brother!"

After speaking, he took Li Xiuyuan's hand and walked towards the pavilion by the lake.

While walking, Yide said softly: "Brother, I was thinking about how you would be alone in an unknown place after Mu Mu turned into a phoenix and left..."

If you want to write poetry, you must first have an artistic conception. This is what your husband taught Mumu, and she will use it to teach her brother.

The two of them walked step by step towards the pavilion by the lake...

In the artistic conception, Li Xiuyuan seemed to have returned to an unknown place back then, walking step by step towards the old demon standing in front of the Taoist temple!

The old demon tied him to the old tree on the top of the mountain with a wave of his hand, intending to seize his body.

The anxious Mu Mu transformed into a phoenix in desperation, sprayed out a stream of Nirvana fire, and burned it all over the old demon, saving her brother who was hanging on the tree.

Xiao Qing, who transformed into Qingluan, and Mu Mu, who transformed into a phoenix, flew high into the sky to deal with the thousand-year-old demon!

Li Xiuyuan, who transformed into a god and Buddha, swung a demon-killing sword!

A golden light descended, taking Mu Mu and Qing Luan, who were transformed into phoenixes, towards the nine heavens, leaving only the young man who collapsed on the ground with tears streaming down his face...

"Mumu...my Mumu..."

In the artistic conception, Li Xiuyuan had tears on his face and murmured softly.

"Brother, Mu Mu is here to accompany you. Come on, let them see how powerful my brother is..."

Pulling Li Xiuyuan to the table in the pavilion, the ink had already been polished and the paper had been spread out, waiting for the young man in black with a bald head to conquer.

"Sister Hanyan, is this guy a fool? Look at his dazed look..."

"Smoking Princess, stop gambling, this guy is sick!"

"Shut up, if you make any more noise I'll beat you!" Mu Mu got angry and looked at the young man behind her and said angrily.

"Everyone, please stop arguing and let him finish writing. Anyway, the gambling has begun. Either they lose or we win. What are you afraid of?"

Luo Hanyan didn't want to interrupt the bet between the two at this time. She wanted Mu Mu and Li Xiuyuan to be convinced of their loss. Two thousand spirit stones was not a small sum of money.

Mu Mu took a deep breath, looked at a group of men and women and said, "If we keep arguing, we won't bet!"

As soon as these words came out, the pavilion suddenly became quiet. What a joke, everyone was waiting to share the money!

At this time, Li Xiuyuan had let go of Mu Mu's hand and held the wolf hair that Mu Mu handed him. In his artistic conception, he was in a trance on the top of the Tianshan Mountains, and seemed to be sitting in a bamboo house admiring the snow.

Behind him is the master's full bookshelf, and in his hand is a long sword that can cut off snowflakes.

Staring at Hu Xuan on the table, he let out a sigh, which was like passing through the long river of time, from the present to the past, and from the future back to the present.

The wolf hair held in the hand, a drop of thick ink on the tip of the smile could not help but drip down...

The young man looked at the snowflakes in the wind and snow with the long sword in his hand and couldn't help but slash through it with his sword...

The sword passes and the snow falls!

When the sword passed by, a sword force swept away on the paper like a blazing flame! It seemed that there was only one opportunity left to make the ink-bearing Hu Xuan burst into flames!

Under the artistic conception, what Li Xiuyuan used was no longer the Ruoshui sword force, but his flaming sword force that had not yet turned into reality!

After brewing for countless springs, summers, autumns and winters, this flaming sword intention finally turned into an invincible sword power at this moment!

A drop of thick ink dropped, and it turned into a sword that was about to burn everything in the world!

A loom. The scene of the weaving shuttle flies away. The night in the orchid house is always full of sorrow and sleeplessness. The vomiting is rolling, weaving into spring hate, keeping it for waiting for the husband to return.

...

Four machines. The mandarin ducks are weaving and want to fly together. It's a pity that the old man is graying out before he is old. The spring waves are green and the grass is deep in the cold dawn, and each other is bathed in red clothes.

...

In less than a quarter of an hour, the four pictures of the pen moving the dragon and the snake, and the sword cutting the wind and snow were already on the paper.

At the moment when he was about to throw away his pen, Li Xiuyuan, who had not yet finished his thoughts, swung his pen and signed the poem, and at the end of the poem, he slashed out a sword like water.

On the pen and inkstone, the inscription is: Immortal Luoxia.

When Li Xiuyuan wrote the last stroke, Mu Mu's face was already full of tears. He understood the artistic conception of this poem from Li Xiuyuan's artistic conception.

It turns out that after he left that year, what his brother thought about most was Mu Mu, who transformed into a phoenix and flew into the sky.

It turns out that my brother has never forgotten me!

No wonder my mother would say that she and my brother are two bodies and one soul!

This is the unique brother in heaven and earth!
To be continued...