It's just that although Wang Yi's face and eyes didn't show any meaning that had nothing to do with calm and indifferent, for some reason, with his intuition, Lin Feng felt the slightest attention he paid to himself.

Lin Feng grinned, there was no coldness in his eyes this time.

Reciting a poem to fight against each other is undoubtedly a strange move for practitioners, because they are not those literati who dance and write ink.

It is normal for literati and writers to recite poems and use poems to compare their knowledge and talents, but for those of them who are accustomed to fighting and killing, it is very unusual.

Is a poem a trick?

Lin Feng thought it was very interesting.

can have such treacherous means, and he is worthy of being the king of the Wang family, the strongest of the younger generation in Dongzhou.

Looking directly at Wang Yan's pure eyes, Lin Feng also smiled and said, "Why don't you dare?"

Then, he took a few steps forward, came to Xiaolong's side, bent down slightly and gently stroked the little guy's little head with his right hand, with doting in his eyes, and said softly: "Xiaolong, let me make a move with him." ”

In this regard, the little guy immediately turned his little head and barked at him affectionately, while the little thing was gesturing vigorously with his little paws.

Although its appearance has not changed, it is still a black puppy, but at this moment, it is so humane, but it also looks quite cute.

It was expressing its concern for Lin Feng.

With the keen sense of the dragon clan, Xiaolong sensed that Wang Yi was unfathomable, not an ordinary opponent, and he was afraid that Lin Feng would suffer a big loss under serious injury.

At the same time, it also had small paws pointing at itself, saying that as a dragon, it had the unique supernatural power of the dragon clan, and it was confident that it could fight against the king for him.

Lin Feng smiled, and the little guy's concern for him made him feel warm in his heart.

It's just that he still decided to appear in person.

For many reasons, he felt that he had to compete with Wang Rebellion.

For Lin Feng's repeated insistence, Xiaolong could only compromise in the end.

It sighed very humanly, and then it didn't know where it took out a huge dragon beard ginseng, hugged it and nibbled on it. At the same time, it retreated from between Wang Yi and Lin Feng.

Of course, although it took the initiative to retreat, it did not go too far. While it was holding the dragon beard and gnawing with relish, a pair of black eyes had been staying on Lin Feng and Wang Yi.

Also after Xiaolong left, Wang Yi, who was dressed in white silk clothes fluttering, as if he had descended from the earth, looked up slightly at the sky above his head, and then looked at Lin Feng, and gently read out two lines of poetry.

These two lines of poetry are very ordinary, many people have heard them, and many people have read them.

However, as Wang Yi's thin lips were as rosy as roses, and they were pronounced, everything was different.

The martial arts arena, Qingling Garden, and even this space, this heaven and earth, everything is different.

A cold mountain suddenly appeared in this world, the cold mountain was cloudy and mist, like a fairy painting, hazy, full of mystery.

In the clouds and mist, among the pines and cypresses, a stone path can be faintly seen, winding and winding, straight to the top of the cold mountain.

And at the end of the stone path, there is an extremely ordinary wooden house, cooking smoke, chickens and dogs barking, a very ordinary family lives here, the sun rises, the sun sets, and lives a very ordinary but ordinary life.

Far up the cold mountain stone path slope, deep in the white clouds there are people.

That's right, it was these two lines of poetry that Wang Wei just recited.

The poetry is picturesque, and it is undoubtedly shown as if it were real.

At this moment, Lin Feng felt that something was wrong with his spirit, and when he was a little confused about his state, he found that he had put on an ordinary linen clothes, holding a sharp hunting knife in his hand, and appeared in an ordinary wooden house without any luxurious decoration.

Looking at everything around him, looking at the clothes he was wearing, and the hunting knife he was holding in his hand, he felt something abnormal, but when he wanted to think about where the abnormality he felt came from, he couldn't think of anything all of a sudden, and his mind was empty.

He had lost all his memories, and he had no memory of the past.

Every time he wanted to think of something, but every time he thought about it, he couldn't think of anything, and his mind was as white as white paper.

There seemed to be a mysterious cloud in the darkness, and whenever he thought about his past, this mysterious cloud would appear, and it would envelop his mind, blur everything, make everything disappear.

Gradually, he began to adapt to such an environment, and began to adapt to the life that matched the environment.

He became an ordinary mountain man living deep in the mountains.

Hunting, collecting medicine, chopping wood, lighting fires, cooking, he does these things every day, and his life is so ordinary that it can't be more ordinary.

Here, he has a wife and a pair of children of his own. Although his wife is mediocre, she is very virtuous. Although a pair of children are young, they are only at the age of drooping, but they are also very smart and sensible, and they know how to share some things within their power for the family.

Although this kind of life is ordinary and simple, without any magnificent pride and enthusiasm, it also makes Lin Feng feel very fulfilling.

He didn't find such days boring.

Living with his virtuous wife and a pair of sensible and intelligent children, white-haired fishermen, old moon and green mountains, he feels that every day is quite interesting. He's having a great time, and he's enjoying every day.

Until one day, the appearance of a person broke this peaceful and comfortable day......

The smoke rises in the evening and autumn, and the maple forest is small.

It was a late autumn evening, and a white-clothed scholar, accompanied by several attendants, walked along the winding stone road, while enjoying the autumn scenery along the way, while climbing up the stairs, straight to the top of the cold mountain and the depths of the white clouds.

This person is extremely good-looking, dressed in white like snow, black hair like a waterfall, neatly draped over his shoulders, perfect eyebrows, and holding a delicate folding fan in his hand.

The clothes worn by the several attendants beside him were also quite gorgeous.

As the saying goes, a leaf knows autumn.

In this cold mountain in late autumn, the maple leaves that have been beaten by the frost are burning like fire, bright and dazzling, especially the flowers in February. Coupled with the sunset, if the phoenix spits tassels, the autumn colors of the mountains and forests are even more warm and gorgeous.

Climbing all the way up, coming to this charming and incomparably beautiful maple forest, looking at the gorgeous red leaves in front of him in the flow of the glow, the man in white with a white face like a crown of jade couldn't help but be stunned, looking a little stunned.

Then, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a smile as bright as the maple leaf in front of him.

Several attendants beside him were also amazed when they looked at all this. Several of them had never seen such a full of vitality and a mountain full of maple leaves.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, ruffling their hair, causing their long black hair to flutter in the wind.

The fiery red maple leaves on the mountain suddenly made a rustling sound, and many of them even fell from the branches, fluttering in the wind.

The fiery red maple leaves scattered like flowers all over the mountain can be described as a beautiful and charming scene.

Several attendants beside the white-clothed scholar couldn't help but look more and more stupid, and they were fascinated by the beautiful scenery in front of them.

However, the white-clothed scholar, who was extremely handsome, had a different expression from several attendants at this time.