Chapter 199: The four demons of the Wood Immortal Nunnery: Intimidation! Naked intimidation!

"Cough, cough." Tang An cleared her throat.

At this moment, not only were the monsters awkward, but she was also quite awkward.

Originally, it was agreed that when everyone was asleep at night, they would give the monsters a chance to take her away.

Whether it was to invite her, kidnap her, or lure her away, everyone would pretend to be asleep and pretend not to know.

As a result, everyone was cooperating well, but they were all woken up by her sudden shout.

After confirming Tang An's safety, they couldn't pretend to be asleep anymore even if they wanted to.

"How about this, shall we do it again? Shall we go through the scene one more time?"

Eighteen Elders was confused. Go through the scene? Go through what scene?

Tang An walked over to Eighteen Elders and explained patiently, "You are here to take me away, right?"

"Uh..."

"You are here to find me to discuss the Dao, chat, play chess, and listen to the zither, right?"

"Uh..."

"And then you have an Apricot Immortal who can dance, right?"

"Uh..."

Eighteen Elders' CPU was about to burn out, and he still couldn't figure out why their plan had been clearly stated by the Destined One they had just met.

Is this right?

Is there a traitor?

That can't be...

"Since the Destined One knows, would you be willing to go to the Wood Immortal Nunnery as a guest?"

"Willing, of course willing, very willing."

Finally, the awkwardness was resolved; finally, it wasn't so awkward anymore.

Eighteen Elders looked at Sun Wukong and the others. "Your disciples..." He always felt something was wrong.

According to their plan, they were to try their best not to be discovered by the Destined One's disciples.

But the problem now was that after the Destined One's shout, he had already been discovered by those three disciples.

However, what surprised him was that the Destined One's disciples seemed to have almost no guard against him.

And regarding his taking the Destined One away, those three disciples had no objection at all; their eyes were calm, nothing but calm.

"Hey, don't worry about them; you can't eat them, so they aren't interested."

"Hmm? Can't eat them?" Eighteen Elders couldn't keep up with Tang An's train of thought for a moment.

"Oh, stop dawdling, let's go." Tang An grabbed Eighteen Elders' beard and walked toward the depths of the pine forest.

"Hey! This old man's beard! Beard..."

The other tree demons observing the situation in the dark looked at each other. They were Guzhigong, Lingkongzi, and Fuyunsou.

"I've long heard rumors that the Destined One's style of doing things is quite different. But this is... too different, right?" Guzhigong was slightly troubled.

Lingkongzi was also thinking, "The Destined One is so heroic; can she really compose poetry with us?"

Fuyunsou stroked his beard. "This old man thinks one shouldn't judge a book by its cover. What if this Destined One is also outstanding and has a very elegant and poetic heart?"

"Exactly, I think you're right."

Fuyunsou nodded and bowed, smiling. "Thank you..."

"Ah?"

Fuyunsou was suddenly startled by Tang An and stumbled a few steps.

Lingkongzi couldn't stabilize his figure and rolled down the hillside. As he rolled down, he also took Guzhigong with him.

Tang An rested her elbow on Fuyunsou's shoulder. "What kind of tree are you?"

It was also as if at this moment, Fuyunsou felt a scorching murderous intent locked onto him.

The Destined One actually has such power? Clearly a mortal body, yet hiding her true strength?

"This old man is an immortal in the clouds, happening upon this beautiful moonlit night..."

Tang An interrupted him directly. "Speak human language, follow the process."

Fuyunsou opened his mouth and doubted himself for a moment.

Could it be that he had turned into a human form, but wasn't speaking human language?

"Tsk, I hate you guys who are so wordy and pedantic." In the middle of the night, she still wanted to pass the level quickly and go back to get some beauty sleep.

"Let's go, let's go to the Wood Immortal Nunnery for a literary battle."

"Go." Tang An took out the dragon tendon and tied Fuyunsou up as well.

Then she made the two who rolled down the hillside come back, tied all four of them to one dragon tendon, and then let them lead the way to the Wood Immortal Nunnery to check in.

It wasn't that the four of them didn't want to resist, but what was the key?

The key was that Tang An's style was simply too simple and crude! And she was holding a dragon tendon, a genuine dragon tendon!

Especially the golden brick in her hand; when Lingkongzi wanted to resist, he was almost slapped out of his soul by her with one brick.

"Sure enough, holding the truth, even monsters are so gentle. Easy to talk to, not wordy."

Tang An dragged the four of them forward. Those who knew thought the four demons were inviting Tang An to the Wood Immortal Nunnery. Those who didn't know thought Tang An was a bandit robber who had robbed four old men.

After a short, rugged mountain road.

Guided by Eighteen Elders, they finally arrived at the Wood Immortal Nunnery.

"Bodhisattva, look, I've arrived."

"And I was brought here by monsters. As for how I was brought here, that's not important; what's important is that I've arrived."

The four demons: What is she saying? Who is she talking to?

After Tang An finished speaking, she untied the dragon tendon on their hands. "Don't be afraid, this dragon tendon was peeled from the previous tribulation and has already been dried. I don't smell any fishiness; do you want to smell it again?"

The four demons:?????

Threat? Intimidation?

Yes! This is naked threat! Intimidation!

"Destined One, please don't misunderstand, we..."

Tang An raised her hand to signal him to shut up and sat down on a stone stool in the Wood Immortal Nunnery of her own accord.

"I'm in a hurry to get some beauty sleep."

"So, isn't this a literary battle? Come on, who are you sending first?"

Just kidding, she is a dignified transmigrator, who has memorized countless ancient poems, and is a cheap princess who has seen the prosperous Tang Dynasty and the hometown of poets and sages everywhere.

Can she lose?

At worst, she'll just borrow poems from Li Bai and the others to have a battle, and then go back to ask them for autographs and pay some copyright fees, right.

Hiss... they shouldn't have been born yet, right? Should she buy some candied haws later when they are born to show her meaning?

While Tang An was thinking in silence, the little demons who looked like maids poured tea for Tang An under the signal of the four demons.

Tang An looked at the tea in front of her and couldn't help but think of the Holy Water she had poured for the Jade Emperor.

Forget it, she wasn't that thirsty.

Mainly because she was too wicked and was afraid that this group of monsters would also be that wicked.

The four demons were confused and didn't understand why it was just a cup of water, yet Tang An's reaction was so big.

"Since the Destined One is in high spirits, why doesn't this old man have a hearty poetry battle with you?" Eighteen Elders couldn't act anymore, but the Apricot Immortal hadn't appeared yet, so he had to keep acting.

Tang An rolled up her sleeves. "Come on." She rubbed her hands, already prepared.

She also didn't expect that in a transmigration drama, the typical famous scene of poetry battle would be for her to show off and check in this way.

"Since the moonlight is beautiful today, why don't we compose poems about the moon?"

"Good!" Tang An stood up excitedly; she knew this question. She knew it too well.

"Before my bed, the moonlight shines, suspected to be frost on the ground..."

"What!???"

The four demons were all shocked by the poem Tang An composed casually.

"Truly worthy of being the Destined One! To be able to compose a poem in an instant and produce such a masterpiece?" Fuyunsou already had admiration in his eyes.

Eighteen Elders just wanted to speak, but Tang An signaled him not to.

Tang An took out her tea set from the Universe Bag, brewed tea for herself, and held it in her hand.

"In my childhood, I didn't know the moon, calling it a white jade plate..."

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a companion..."

"The poplar flowers fall, the cuckoo cries, heard that Longbiao passed Wuxi..."

"A remnant of the setting sun spreads on the water, half the river is dark red..."

Tang An's poems came one after another, and she drank tea like drinking wine. It seemed she didn't need to think, didn't need to pause, and could compose eternal masterpieces with a casual flick of her brush.

"Alright, I'm about done, you go ahead."

Eighteen Elders pointed at himself. "This old man?"

"This old man will... will... not go ahead."