Shocked!

Xu Xian was indeed shocked!

However, what surprised him was not the one Yan Song who made a poem about compassion for the farmers who praised the audience.

What really surprised Xu Xian was the sound of the system that sounded in his mind when Yan Song started his own performance.

"Who knew that every grain of food on the plate was hard-working."

The system's voices that were not sad or happy were synchronized with Yan Song. The synchronization of the system was sounded in Xu Xian's mind, making Xu Xian almost unable to suppress the shock in his heart.

"System, how could you get this poem that Yan Song just wrote?"

Yes.

This poem is the first time that Yan Song came to this world.

Of course, Yan Song knew that he was copying.

The target of his plagiarism was Xu Xian and Xu Hanwen, who made him jealous of two lives.

If there was no such part of myself, this poem would be read out by Xu Xian in person at this poetry meeting.

Although this poem is not very excellent, it is this poem that seems to open a door, allowing Xu Xian to rise all the way above poetry and lyrics, and eventually grow into a saint of literary and Taoism. He is called the second Confucius Saint and respected as Xu Zi's existence.

However, Yan Song knew, but Xu Xian didn't.

So he thought this poem was written by Yan Song, so he wondered why the system knew the poem Yan Song had just written.

Could it be that the system can still read the ideas of the people around him?

Of course, this doubt did not last long in Xu Xian's heart.

After he raised this question, the system interface popped up in front of him, and a poem appeared on the interface.

This poem, word by word, is exactly what Yan Song just read.

In addition, there are two other songs that he can only see the names but cannot see the complete content.

"Praise the Farmer", Tang Dynasty, Li Shen.

This is the name of the poem that Yan Song just read. Because this poem came into Xu Xian's ears from Yan Song's mouth. It was a poem that Xu Xian himself obtained, so the price in the system space became free.

The other two poems, also written by Li Shen, also called "Praise the Farmer", require a little awesome value to be exchanged.

Yes, the system explains, package sales, buy one get two gets, and three compassion farmers only need a little awesome value.

Of course, there are only two songs left now. Xu Xian still needs a little awesome value if he wants to buy them.

Systematic statement: Gifts, no bargaining unless sold!

but.

None of these are the key points.

For Xu Xian, who still owes nearly 10,000 points in the system now, for Xu Xian, who just spent 99,999 points in awesome this morning to change Xiaotian Dog's memory, let alone one, even if it is 3 points in awesome value, he doesn't care.

What really made him care about was the signature of the poem Yan Song had just read.

Tang, Li Shen.

Tang, managed according to the signature of poetry, is obviously a dynasty, a dynasty he has never heard of.

And Li Shen is obviously the original creator of this poem.

Then the question is, he moved a seven-step poem and let the bean boiled bean pods come to this world.

Then, this poem was clearly written by Li Shen, why did he come to this world from Yan Song’s mouth?

Could it be that Yan Song was the reincarnation of Li Shen?

Xu Xian thought for a long time, but still couldn't find the answer.

At this moment, feeling the chaotic thoughts in Xu Xian's heart, Su Luo suddenly felt a sense of suppression in terms of IQ, even in terms of culture and knowledge.

Well, don’t talk about this feeling, it’s really cool!

"Host, don't think about it anymore, the system can tell you the answer." This sentence made Xu Xian happy, and the subsequent voice almost made Xu Xian's face darker, "No matter whether you can't think of it, it's because your knowledge limits your imagination!"

With Xu Xian's dark face, Su Luo told him the real answer.

"Host, do you know rebirth?"

“Rebirth?”

Despite his dark face, Xu Xian became interested after hearing this seemingly high-end word.

“Yes, rebirth!”

Xu Xian: "o((⊙﹏⊙))o What is rebirth?"

System: "Rebirth is to the moment of death, with all the memories of this life, return to a certain node in life, and do it again!"

"puff!"

When he heard this heavy message, Xu Xian couldn't help but spray out the wine he drank into his mouth.

Seeing Xu Xian spit out the wine that was drinking into his mouth, Yan Song felt his whole heart trembled violently, did he find something?

However, Xu Xian had no idea of ​​Yan Song's fear.

At this time, all his attention was focused on communicating with the system.

"System, are you saying that you are saying that you are saying that you are saying that you are going to be reborn, and that you can return to a certain moment in your life after you reach the end of your life, and rush into this life with your memories?"

I thought of one day, when my life came to an end, after death came, I opened my eyes and returned to the age of eighteen, and I was just seventeen.

When I opened my eyes, I returned to my sixteen years old.

If this is true, wouldn’t I be able to be foresighted in everything in the future and rely on this prophet to continuously strengthen myself?

How can you not reach the peak of your life by snatching others' opportunities and holding everything that is beneficial to you in your hands?

Thinking of his compliment, Xu Xian couldn't help but think that it would be great if he could be reborn once when his life came to an end.

"Host, if necessary, the system can send you rebirth before the binding system, free service!"

Just as Xu Xian's thoughts were floating to wherever he was floating, Su Luo's voice sounded in his ears.

In an instant, Xu Xian woke up instantly like a drunkard who was poured with a basin of cold water.

What kind of rebirth is not rebirth, with a lifetime of memories, does it work with your own system?

"Does you mean rebirth when you are talking about?"

Xu Xian is not a fool.

There is a poem about compassion in my system space. I came here to attend Yan Song's poetry meeting, but Yan Song read out this poem himself first.

Now, the system has even told itself about rebirth, so how could Xu Xian not have associations?

If Yan Song is a reborn person, he comes from the future.

So what is impossible for him to know the poems he exchanged from the system space?

Thinking of this, Xu Xian unconsciously picked up the wine glass in his hand.

"Host, it is recommended to take the next antidote before drinking this cup."

The cold sound in his mind made Xu Xian's hand holding the wine glass stagnate in the air.

This action made Yan Song, who was secretly observing Xu Xian's reaction, feel nervous again.

You won't really find out!

I just came back, and the memories in my mind have not been transformed into strength. If I break up at this time, the situation will be very unfavorable to me!

However, just when he was worried, he saw Xu Xian stopping his hand and sip the wine in his glass.

Seeing this, Yan Song gave a breath.

"Huh! I'm scared to death!"

On the other hand, after hearing the system's prompt, Xu Xian almost threw the one in his hand to the ground.

Antidote potion? Without asking this, he could infer that there was poison in his cup.

At first, I thought Yan Song wanted to save his face. Now it seems that Yan Song did not want to save his face when he held a banquet. He wanted his own life entirely!

However, before Xu Xian got angry, he was stopped by Su Luo.

"The host is calm, the wine in this glass is not fatal."

Hearing that he didn't want his own life, Xu Xian's anger was slightly reduced, but he was still unhappy.

Then

"The wine in the cup is called Seven Stars Broken Soul San, which is a strange medicine in the ghost realm, specializing in the soul.

This poison is not hindering to ordinary people. Drinking too much will only cause the illusion of sleeping like being drunk, and even feel refreshed after waking up.

But for orthodox practitioners, it is extremely poisonous.

This medicine enters the body and reacts with the practitioner's true energy and can quickly transform into toxins that corrode the soul.
To be continued...