Chapter 226: Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty-Two:

Old Xu looked at Mi Bai, realizing that the same spark was shining in his eyes as well!

Although the master is gone, his works will certainly remain and be celebrated throughout history.

If Tang Luo could understand that master so well, the tradition must’ve been passed on to the Tang Clan.

Thinking of the thousands of unheard poems, Old Xu eagerly asked, “Do you have the original manuscripts at home? Let’s take a look!”

Tang Luo tilted his head, quite puzzled, “Original manuscript? What original manuscript?”

“The original manuscript of the other poems!”

“There’s no manuscript.”

“Then did you copy this master’s anthology?”

“No anthology.”

“How many of this master’s poems do you remember then?”

“Just this one.” Tang Luo replied flatly.

Over a thousand fresh poems disappeared just like that, it felt like he woke up one day to find himself bankrupt.

Upon hearing that the only poem left by this master in the world was this ‘Looking at the mountain’, Mi Bai’s expression also became desolate, but he knew it

and mainly popular in brothels. How could a martial artist of peerless talent

obtain a single remarkable poem is already a blessing. Why should

so.”

wasn’t interested in poetry to begin with, the memorable spirit

he could remember it clearly even

sighed, his face full of loneliness. “I feel like getting

could get drunk enough to forget that such a master existed once, who composed over a thousand and

that, he wouldn’t feel

“literati”, Tang Luo scratched his chin and reminded them: “We’ve seen the clouds and sung our verses, isn’t it

and Yang Fan around, are you still afraid the child will

he couldn’t speak gently to Tang Luo. However, after hearing Tang Luo’s reminder, Mi Bai quickly agreed: “Yes, yes, yes, we should go down quickly.” When the three of them returned to the

And the sky was a

Xu hadn’t come out of his regret yet. He went straight to the pavilion, grabbed the half-empty bottle of bamboo liquor, and started to

drown one’s sorrow only makes sorrow

what it felt like to lose a billion. Tang Luo, who just threw up, was feeling a bit weak. Just as he was about to go into the pavilion to replenish his energy, he saw Du Ziteng coming toward him. The young martial artist’s face was full of sadness and fragility. However, he still insisted

his motives and asking about them. It seemed

Tang Luo’s mockery, Du Ziteng could only give a bitter smile. Was he any

just that after the Star Pavilion incident, his father told him that there might be inexplicable malice

understand that Tang Luo’s direct exposure to the problem with the Red Cloud Skill wasn’t just a casual chat. But he had racked

he looked melancholic, but gathered his courage and approached to

laughed. He took off his Dragon Soul pendant from his waist and handed it to Du Ziteng, “Here, relay

light of joy in his eyes. This spiritual instrument, originally sought by his father for his protection, was given to Tang

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