Ye Qingchen and Mock Wind looked at each other, seemingly calm, but he was ready to slip away at any time.

Chen Erniu and Zhuang 13 were also on high alert.

Time passed minute by minute, and after a while, the beautiful and noble mocker finally spoke: "This seat promises you, but you must remember that if you lose, the three of you will all be in the belly of the seat." ”

Hearing this, Ye Qingchen's heart tightened.

But soon, Ye Qingchen put his mind at ease.

With the experience of nine years of compulsory education in his previous life, he only needs to exert one percent of the power of the peerless technique of "Three Hundred Tang Poems and Song Songs", and he will definitely be able to take down the great demon beast of Mocking Wind, which is a vassal and elegant.

The only thing that makes people a little worried now is that after the mockery loses, it may turn its face.

If the mocking wind turns his face, this big demon beast with a very high realm will be difficult to deal with.

"Do you hear me?"

The pupils of the mocking wind emitted a faint purple golden light, which was mysterious.

"Yes. Ye Qingchen agreed.

"Okay, then the big guy next to you will make the question, you and this seat write the poem at the same time, the side with the shortest time and the better poetry wins, a total of ten rounds, that is, whoever wins six games first will be the final winner. ”

"No comment. Ye Qingchen nodded, secretly delighted.

If you compare yourself like this, you will definitely lose.

"Big guy, out of the question. ”

Mocking Feng glanced at Chen Erniu indifferently.

Chen Erniu was stunned for a moment: "How... How?"

"You can write a question at will, you can write a poem with the moon as the theme, it can be flowers and trees, just say what you think in your heart. Ye Qingchen smiled lightly.

"Understood, understood. Chen Erniu frowned and thought about it, and after thinking for a while, he said: "Then the first question, let's take the moon as the topic." ”

"Let's go. ”

Mocking Wind raised his eyes directly to the sky, as if he was thinking.

Ye Qingchen raised his hand directly and said, "I'm done." ”

"Huh?" Mocking Wind was startled, "Are you sure?"

"Please listen well!" Ye Qingchen stood with his hands in his hands: "The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, and the vast sea of clouds." The long wind is tens of thousands of miles, blowing the Yumen Pass. ”

Bang.

As soon as the poem came out, the glow of the sky emerged, and a piece of literary and Taoist holy qi fell, adding to the body of Ye Qingchen.

Ye Qingchen was not surprised at all, and bathed in the holy qi to warm up.

This poem is from Li Bai's "Guan Shanyue", Ye Qingchen did not read it all, only half of it.

But this half, used to deal with mockery, is more than enough.

Mocking Wind saw the Holy Qi of Wendao falling, and his pupils were sheng.

Wendao holy qi is the ultimate dream of every good writer, and being able to attract holy qi shows that it has been recognized by God.

Therefore, even if it is ridiculed, it cannot rely on the fact that it lost, unless the poems it composes can also attract the holy spirit of literature and Taoism.

"I lost the first game, continue to the second question. ”

Mocking Wind was full of radiance, and after a few seconds, Mocking Wind suddenly changed into a handsome boy, dressed in a purple and gold robe, and his extravagance was compelling.

He stepped down from the hall and came to Ye Qingchen.

Ye Qingchen and Mock Wind looked at each other, and in terms of momentum, they were not lost to the handsome son who was transformed into mocking wind.

"Erniu, come up with the second question. ”

Ye Qingchen said lightly.

"Okay. Chen Erniu blurted out: "The second question, wind!"

"Wind?"

Mocking the wind silently, he immediately began to deliberate.

But at this moment, Ye Qingchen spoke again: "Brother Mocking Feng, I'm done." ”

Hearing this, the look of surprise could not be concealed.

Ye Qingchen began to recite the poem: "Untie the three autumn leaves, and you can bloom February flowers." Thousands of feet of waves across the river, into the bamboo ten thousand poles slanted. ”

Rumble.

As soon as the poem was spoken, the holy spirit of Wendao poured down, and the leaf Qingchen was embellished as if the Wensheng was in the world.

Mocking the wind was shocked to listen to and shocked to watch.

This poem, no matter how you look at it, is a classic.

And Ye Qingchen once again attracted the holy aura of Wendao, which really made the mocking wind shake.

What's even more terrifying is that Chen Erniu finished the question twice, and Ye Qingchen made a poem, which was amazingly fast.

"Brother Mocking Wind, will you continue to write poems this round?" Ye Qingchen looked at Mocking Wind.

"I threw in the second game and started the third game. ”

Mocking Wind said solemnly.

"The third game is about clouds. ”

Chen Erniu couldn't help but put his hands behind his back, looking a little floating.

"Thousands of shapes are still empty, reflecting the water and hiding the mountains. The infinite drought seedlings are exhausted, and the leisurely place is a strange peak. ”

This time, Ye Qingchen directly recited this poem.

Without any accidents, another piece of Wendao holy qi fell.

Ye Qingchen absorbed all the holy qi that was not left at all, and the holy qi in his body was rolling, and the flesh, flesh and bones seemed to be crystal clear, as if they were being sublimated.

Mocking Wind was dumbfounded, unable to speak.

Three poems in a row, three citations of holy energy, this is completely beyond the scope of ridicule.

Three times, mocking wind has no ability to fight back.

At this moment, the arrogant mocking wind already had some admiration for Ye Qingchen.

"In the third game, I ...... Admit defeat. ”

Mocking Wind conceded defeat for the third time.

"Erniu, continue to the fourth ......"

"Wait. Mocking wind raised his hand: "The title of the fourth game is from this seat, if you can still make a poem one step ahead of this seat, this seat will directly admit defeat, as your mount, send you to the imperial capital." ”

Ye Qingchen was overjoyed: "Really?"

"Really. Mocking Wind nodded affirmatively.

"Please ask the question!" Ye Qingchen bowed slightly to show politeness.

After pondering for a moment, he said, "Then you will use the main peak of this Hundred Beast Mountain and combine it with the current surrounding form to compose a poem." ”

When Ye Qingchen heard this, he was surprised.

This mocking wind is quite smart, the reason why this question came up is probably because he thinks that the three poems before him Ye Qingchen were all written in advance, and this question, with the scene as the title, mocking wind feels that Ye Qingchen will not be able to do it in advance.

But this, it is difficult to stop Ye Qingchen.

Ye Qingchen said faintly: "How about the Hundred Beast Mountain? Creation Zhong Shenxiu, yin and yang cut dusk. Swing your chest and give birth to Zeng Yun, and decide to return to the bird. It will be the top of the mountain, and the mountains will be seen at a glance. ”

The first sentence of the original poem is 'How is Dai Zongfu? Qilu Qingwei is gone', and the poem means that what is Mount Tai? In the land of Qilu, the verdant mountains have no end.

But this is in Sanqianzhou, so Ye Qingchen can only change the name of the place, otherwise he will be ridiculed and see that the origin of his poem is not original.

After this poem was uttered by Ye Qingchen, the sky holy qi instantly became violent, and the phantom of the literary saint appeared, rising and falling in the holy qi in the sky.

Then, a large piece of holy qi fell, and all of them were submerged into Ye Qingchen's body.

At this moment, in the center of Ye Qingchen's eyebrows, a mysterious mark gradually became clear.

This is a moon-white lightning-shaped imprint, as if it contains divine secret power, which makes people look awe-inspiring.

At the same time, Ye Qingchen noticed some indescribable changes in his body.

Mocking Feng, Chen Erniu and Zhuang Thirteen were all shocked inexplicably.

Especially the mocking wind, in addition to shocking, it is more uplifting, exhilarating from the soul.

"It turns out that you are the Wensheng of the world, and you are mocking the wind to meet the Wensheng. ”

Mocking Feng on the spot, he knelt directly in front of Ye Qingchen.