Chapter 2483
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In Shangguan Can's courtyard in Duke Jiu's residence, in front of the painting of a pile of feces entering the city, the pile of feces in the painting was still steaming hot, and it still had all kinds of strange expressions on its face. It was still shocked by the magnificence of the painting, and its nerves were still numb.
There was no sound at all, but there were two people. One was a servant who was trembling in fear, and the other was Shangguan Can.
At this moment, Shangguan Can was like the pile of feces in the painting. He had all kinds of surprised expressions on his face. It was as if he was shocked by the boundless grandeur and the various unimaginable things in front of him that made his nerves numb.
"Crack crack!"
It was as though the servant had just been fished out of an ice cave. The sound of his teeth chattering caused Shangguan Can, who was frozen in place, to suddenly move slightly. Soon after, his eyes, which were filled with shock, suddenly erupted with two sharp gazes as he stared at the servant with a 'shua' sound.
"Ah!"
The servant almost screamed. He was so scared that he almost fell to the ground. However, he didn't know what kind of force supported him, but he was able to hold on.
At this moment, Shangguan Can was too scary. If he couldn't hold on any longer, he might really die.
"Then tell me the whole story in detail, without leaving out a single detail."
When Shangguan Can's voice entered the servant's ears, he suddenly felt like he had fallen into an ice cave again. He couldn't help but shiver.
"Yes, young master!"
His voice was also trembling. "That pile of sh * t said something in the beginning. Lu Tianchi punched Zhenguanxi …"
The content was a little long. In the end, the servant told Shangguan Can about the main plot and what he thought was the most important thing.
When Shangguan Can heard it, he immediately asked, "Then?"
"Then, he wrote that poem!"
"The clouds think of clothes and flowers, the spring breeze brushes the railings and the dew is thick. If we don't meet on top of the jade mountain, we will meet under the moon in the jade pavilion. Is this the poem? "
After the servant said it once, Shangguan Can remembered it. It was because this poem was really amazing. After hearing it once, he could remember it completely. Every word seemed to be engraved in his mind.
Shangguan Can's cultivation was extraordinary. As a Saint, he could fight against Earthly Sovereigns and even kill them. Logically speaking, with his powerful Divine Sense, there was no need for the servant to come back and report to him. He should have known everything, but in fact, this was not the case.
There was a great restriction in Taijing City that greatly restrained a cultivator's Spiritual Sense. Otherwise, a cultivator with such a powerful Spiritual Sense would be able to know everything in the city and every family without any secrets. That would be a little abnormal, which was why the restriction was set up.
However, this wasn't an absolute rule. Someone like Duke Jiu, or those who wielded unparalleled strength, was an exception.
"Yes, young master!"
"That piece of sh * t really didn't need to think and wrote such a poem in an instant?!"
Until now, Shangguan Can still could not believe that it was so easy to compose a first-grade poem.
"Yes, young master!"
"In the Book of Songs, because of this poem, a scene of a fairyland appeared. The fairy even sang this poem with a very strange rhythm?"
"Yes, young master!"
"Are you sure?"
"Very sure!" The servant added, "If not, why would this servant come back to report it?"
Suddenly, Shangguan Can couldn't help but think of the scene where Lu Tianchi punched Zhenguanxi. He immediately felt as if someone had punched him in the nose. His nose bridge was broken, and blood spurted out.
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