From a refugee to a martial artist

Chapter 244: Seven Steps to a Poem
The tiger demon Shanjun leaned against a stone chair, revealing his sturdy body.

Next to the chair was a large machete, the handle of which was as long as a man's arm. It was so big that it was difficult for an ordinary person to lift it. If it was used again, it would be able to break mountains and rocks.

The blood on the knife had not yet dried, reflecting the fierce firelight in the cave.

On both sides of the tiger monster stood a sheep monster and a deer monster. Both had horns on their heads and held long swords.

The cave was vast, with fires burning here and there, and most of the monsters gathered around the fires.

The big black dog lay on the ground, shivering, with its tail tightly clamped under its tongs, and its whole body shaking.

Xiangling wasn't feeling much better either, and could barely stand steadily.

"Sing quickly!" The Tiger King's voice was low, but it echoed throughout the cave.

For a moment, the monsters were all excited and just watching the fun.

“Sing, sing!”

"Sing quickly, sing quickly!"

"I think she's stupid, how can she be a poet? We might as well roast her and share the food!"

The monsters were gathered here and there, some holding weapons like bone knives, some simply gnawing on meat, and some even drooled at the sight of Xiangling.

Xiangling had only seen so many monsters when she listened to Venerable Dawei preaching Buddhism, and at that time the monsters were still familiar to her and her mother, but here most of them had unfamiliar smells and faces.

Xiangling was frightened when she saw the monsters shouting so loudly that it shook the earth. She wanted to hold her bag tightly, but she found that it had been lost long ago.

Xiangling's eyes widened, and after thinking carefully about the tiger demon's request, she quickly said, "My lord, there is no word for 'ball' in poetry. Can you change it?"

In fact, Xiangling had learned too little and had never seen such words.

"Your Majesty, this is a fake poet! In my opinion, we should just kill him and eat his meat!" The white fox was obviously knowledgeable and immediately said, "It's snowing and it's very cold. I'll peel his skin and make a scarf for fun!"

"The snow is coming!" The Tiger King ignored the white-haired fox and looked outside the cave with his bright eyes.

With a howling sound, the gravel in the cave was shaken and the monsters died instantly.

The Tiger King sat up straight, looked at Xiangling, who was as small as a sesame seed, and said, "It doesn't matter if it's round or not, as long as it's round! If you write it well, it will be regarded as a poem for the battle, and we will reward you! If you don't write it well, we will just use you as a sacrifice!"

When Xiangling heard Tiger King say this, she unconsciously took a step back.

"One step!" The white fox clapped his hands happily, "One step! Haha, one step!"

As the white-haired fox spoke, the other monsters also started to make noises, pointing at Xiangling, some laughing, some cursing.

Xiangling didn't expect that this was the first step. After all, she had participated in many poetry competitions and had some real skills and knowledge. She calmed herself down immediately.

After much thought, Xiangling took another small step.

"Two steps, two steps!" The white-haired fox watched the fun and kept encouraging.

In previous poetry gatherings, no one had ever urged Xiangling, but now that so many people were urging her, her mind was really blank.

After taking another step, Xiangling saw that there were only four steps left, so she quickly became excited and said, "Everyone, listen carefully!"

Her voice was crisp and a little hoarse as she sang: "I get up when the cock crows."

Seeing Xiangling utter the first sentence quite smoothly, the demons were all stunned.

These demons have lived in the mountains for a long time and don't interact with people much. For example, Shu Lao Da and Bei Lao Er only do business with the villagers at the foot of the mountain. They can do some accounting, but they really don't understand poetry at all.

Even if there are some pretentious monsters, most of them will not follow the Tiger King.

"Mr. Bai, how about this?" The Tiger King looked at the white-haired fox.

The white-haired fox stroked his chin and smacked his lips as if tasting something. Then he said, "Your Majesty, if this can be called the Immortal Poet, then everyone in the world can be called the Immortal Poet!"

"Then you write one too!" the deer demon next to him interrupted unhappily.

The white-haired fox did not respond and looked disdainful.

Xiangling felt relieved when she saw that her first line was not bad and the demons were talking about it, and some of them even praised her. "Sing again!" The Sheep General also became interested and said to the Deer Demon, "I didn't realize that this person is so talented! He might be a real poet!"

"Sing faster, sing faster!" the monsters urged again.

Xiangling took another quick step and continued, "Go to the toilet when the cock crows twice."

The words were a bit too vulgar. Xiangling knew that she was not elegant enough and had already lost her usual level. When she was wondering whether Tiger King would be unhappy, she never expected that Tiger King would touch his chin, as if he didn't understand the situation.

"Is this poetry? Isn't it just a jingle?" The Tiger King looked at the white-haired fox.

The white fox in white clothes said, "This poet is fake. Poetry is an elegant art. Which poet would use the word 'thatched cottage'? Apart from the rhyme, it is not worth mentioning at all! My king, do you believe it? Her next line will definitely be about the crowing of a rooster three times!"

"Mr. Bai, you're talking nonsense!" General Yang retorted, "What's wrong with the toilet? This is smoother than a jingle. If it can rhyme, it must be a good poem!"

At this time, the demons looked up to Xiang Ling even more. When she sang the first line, they just thought it was catchy, but with the second line, she sang about her daily life.

"This poem is really interesting!" Red-skinned Rat raised his crescent-shaped sword, "Boss Shu, is this considered a poetic immortal?"

"Let's calculate it, roughly!" Black-skinned Rat Boss Shu has also seen the world, but he is not sure about Xiangling's level.

Xiangling wrote a weird poem and was trembling with fear at first, but when she saw that no one came to scold her, and instead there were voices of praise, she finally understood: everyone was a bumpkin.

"Five steps! Five steps!" The white fox was annoyed by General Sheep's stubbornness, so he urged Xiangling.

The demons were also looking forward to it, and they kept shouting, "Sing!"

Xiangling was timid, so she took another step forward and chanted, "The cock crowed three times..."

Just when Xiangling read this, she remembered that the poem that Tiger King asked her to write must contain something "round". Thinking of this, Xiangling immediately became flustered.

"The rooster crows three times..." Xiangling didn't dare to take the last step. She just opened her big round eyes and racked her brains to think hard.

However, she had little knowledge and only a lot of ideas. Although Jingyuan was a beautiful place, she was only concerned about making money and didn't learn anything real.

"The rooster crowed three times..." Xiangling's mind was blank and she was very flustered.

"Haha!" The white-haired fox jumped in front of Xiangling, took off the whisk from behind, waved it around, and said happily, "The little yellow fox can't do it anymore!"

As he spoke, the white-haired fox grabbed Xiangling by the back of the neck and lifted her up.

"It's quite good!" The white fox laughed heartily and said, "My lord, this is called cooking!"

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" Xiangling cried, "I can still write poetry, I can still write poetry!"

She was so panicked that she dared not move her limbs. "The rooster crowed three times..."

After hesitating for a few breaths and failing to connect, the white-haired fox laughed again, and the other monsters also laughed, and all of them lost their previous approval.

"Can you be called a poet with this?" Black Rat shook his head vigorously. "If jingles are considered poetry, then I am the poetry king of Hulu Mountain!"

"The rooster crowed three times..." Xiangling became more and more frightened and her whole body trembled.

The Tiger King did not look at Xiangling at this moment, but looked towards the cave entrance.

"The rooster crows three times to call for the sunrise!" A whistle came from the cave entrance, and then a sword shadow wrapped in dark light rushed towards the white-haired fox at an extremely fast speed.

"Here comes with ill intentions!" The white-haired fox reacted very quickly. He held Xiangling in his hand and used her to block the flying sword.

At this moment, a ray of rainbow light appeared above the flying sword.

The rainbow light only appeared for a moment, and then an icy blade emerged from the rainbow light.

The white-haired fox was unable to react in time and opened its eyes wide, only to see that its head and body had been separated.

"The cock crows three times to call for the sunrise, and the huge furnace melts the snow for thousands of miles." Meng Yuan picked up Xiangling and stuffed her into his clothes.

“It doesn’t rhyme or…” The white-haired fox Bai Yixian didn’t finish his words before his head fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)