"Laugh at the city and the country!"

Heaven's heart was silently reciting the poem, and the laughter on his face couldn't help but show his heartbeat. When he looked at the wind on the platform, his eyes were filled with happiness and pride.

Because of that poem, most of the audience cast curious glances at the heart of heaven. After all, that poem was written by the heart of heaven. In this moment, they just saw the smile on the heart of heaven, and then they all abandoned their bluntness.

The appearance of the Heart of Heaven cannot be said, but when one sees the Heart of Heaven here, there is a feeling of seeing the beauty of the world.

"Well, it's Miss Water's turn!"

Fengchen said to Narcissus with a smile.

"Shame is better than shame. "For a long time, Narcissus gave himself and the poetry of the wind and dust in his mind. The gap is obvious, so he doesn't say what he thinks about the poems. He voluntarily abstained.

Qing Yao looked at the only remaining scenery on the high table, and then looked at the heart of heaven not far away. I don't know why he regrets it a little. I'm just saying he wants to use himself as a theme. It's a joke about the city of men and the land of men.

"Who else?"

Seeing Narcissus quietly walking down from the stage, Fengchen looked around with a hint of confidence on his face, and then saw him cry.

"Yanxi, are you going?"

Yun Mengmo asked Yan Xi while wiping his hands.

"Okay, I'll take care of it. ”

Yanxi is a little self-aware. Since Feng Chen was able to compose such a poem, he was not as ashamed as him, so he decided not to show his ugliness.

"I'll go. ”

Yun Meng stood up and said that although Feng Chen made up that poem, he didn't feel ashamed, but he still insisted on Feng Chen's argument that he had to prepare in advance.

"Girls, so popular? Do you like heaven and want to owe a horse?"

Fengchen saw that Yunmeng was coming, and he didn't say a word.

"Don't talk nonsense, let's start talking about it now. Yun Meng said a little hot to the little face, and then said to the opening.

"What's the problem this time?"

Feng Chen helplessly watched the yarn cleaning under the main stage, and then asked.

"Well, this time it's about me, as the title requires, no analogues. A sly smile flashed across Qingsha's face. He laughed at this song about Inseong, about Inguok, but he came back endlessly.

"What about last time?"

When Yun Meng jumped, he was a little confused, but that's how he realized it. Can he make the first poem or not necessarily the second?

"Fengchen, let's do it. If you could make up another poem in seven steps, I would just admit defeat. How's that going?"

After a while, Yun Meng suddenly seemed to be what he wanted, only to see him smiling and opening his mouth.

"Okay, but I have to put it all together!"

The wind stopped, Chen shrank, he frowned, looked at Yunmeng and said.

"What conditions?" Yun Meng asked.

"If I could write a poem in seven steps, it would be a tricky thing to do, and I wouldn't be bothered by it in the future. ”

Feng Chen said with a smile.

"Okay, but if you can't make up a poem that meets the standards, then you'll have to kneel in front of me and call the three girl grandmothers. I was wrong!"

Yun Meng had a weird smile on his face, and then he saw him say.

"Good!"

What's wrong with Fengchen?he nodded, slowing down on the high table.

"One-step, two-step, three-step......"

Yun Meng put his hands in front of him and counted Feng Chen's footsteps loudly. At the same time, the people under the platform are counting the footsteps of the wind and dust.

"Five, six steps!"

The sound of clouds and dreams suddenly stopped, and so did the wind and dust.

"Six steps. Did he ever think that it couldn't be?"

Yun Meng thought suspiciously.

Yun Meng looked at Fengchen and said, "Don't delay. ”

Fengchen glanced at Yunmeng, didn't care about the other party, and was silent for a while, he saw a poem slowly spit out of his mouth.

"There are beautiful women in the north. They are absolutely independent!"

The whole room was quiet, there were seven steps, and the wind and dust only walked six steps.

"There are beautiful women in the north. They are absolutely alone!"

Qing Yao complained that his current location was in the northern part of the iron.

"Second brother, your poems and tea children are not there. Do we have anything else?"

After a moment of silence on the high table, Feng Cha's son spoke slowly.

"Tea, why did you do that?"

Feng Chen scratched his head, but he really didn't understand what the girl was doing when she came up. Does he like the heart of heaven? It's owed to the horse. I wonder if it's not going away?

"Of course, I have to challenge my brother. Not only can you get a city, but you can also learn some advanced magic from the old people of that generation. ”

Feng Cha's son said quietly, and then added silently: "Cha's son wants to find his second brother, and I don't want anything." ”

"Yes, pretty girl, have you ever been with him?"

At this time, Kiyosa suddenly laughed and said that his purpose was to play tricks on the little boy, not really to block the weather and heaven's heart.

"As we said earlier, there is only poetry. ”

If you want to compare with others, Fengchen is really unsure in his heart, so he quickly opened his mouth and said.

"You can rest assured that the horse is you. Even if the girl wins, he won't be able to catch your horse?"

Qing Yao said with a smile.

"Yes, Dust Boy, the horse's place is yours, but if the party ends so soon, it won't be that fun. ”

Tianlonghai said with a smile.

"Really?"

Fengchen was helpless, and felt that Fengchazi shouldn't be messed up, so don't ask with a wry smile.

"Paint!"

After thinking for a while, Feng Cha's son gently spit out red lips for ten minutes.

"Girl, can you draw?" Feng Chen heard Feng Cha's son's voice, his heart not only doubted, in front of the wind, he only saw Feng Cha's child living with it all day long, and he couldn't see that he could paint.

"Well, do you know how to draw?"

What's wrong with Feng Chen? Nodding, he looked at Qingsha and asked.

In terms of painting, Feng Chen believes that he has some advantages. In his previous life, he had tried to show a high level of rare fantasy on the scroll, but due to the intricacies of magic and the variety of writing styles, he did not draw for himself.

So Fengchen thought for a while and promised Fengcha's son to give me a try.

"Okay, let's get started. You paint him, he paints, and in the end you see who painted more gods. ”

He thought for a moment and whispered.

"Good. ”

Feng Chen and Feng Cha's children nodded in response. Fengchen was a little reluctant, and the smile of the old man who had eaten yesterday appeared on the surface of Fengcha.

"After that, Chen Er is going to lose!"

Feng Chong went to see Feng Chen and agreed, covering his forehead, he couldn't bear to say this.

"Old wind, what should I do?"

The head of the Yun family asked again and again.

"Lao Yun, do you remember that map from five years ago?"

Feng Chong looked at the head of the Yun family and asked.

"I remember that the map of the Heavenly Wind Empire was very detailed, and there was almost no confusion. ”

The head of the Yun family nodded and said.

Feng Chong said helplessly: "Actually, that map was drawn by this girl. ”

"Why, five years ago, that girl should have been eight years old, but I didn't expect him to draw such a map!"

The head of the Yun family couldn't believe it.

Yes, only half a pillar of incense is required.

Wind Pet said helplessly as he walked.

"Half a pillar of incense, hahaha, that kid is finished!"

After the Yun family was bored, they burst out laughing.

"Second brother, tea doesn't fight for horses, but tea wins, you have to promise me a request. ”

The children of Fengcha looked at Fengchen and whispered.

"What conditions?" asked Fengchen unconsciously.

"Second brother, you have to promise me first, but don't say it, you have to wait until the end of the exam. ”

Feng Cha's son opened his mouth and said.