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"Biwen competition?"

"Since Childe is so confident, then a certain companion is!"

Chu Feifan chuckled indifferently, full of confidence, and looked like he was sure of victory.

Meng Kun saw this.

He glanced sideways at Baili Mojin and said, "Brother Baili, the time has come to display your talent, help me win this knife, and let Brother Baili choose the best immortal brew in the house." ”

Baili Mojin is proficient in literature and loves fine wine, and he has always believed that fine wine is the soul that inspires his creation.

People who admire Baili Mojin in Kyoto are well known, his nature is withdrawn, obsessed with poetry and songs, and he loves to make fine wine.

Hearing Meng Kun's promise to brew fine wine, Baili Mojin's calm eyes flashed with a hot light, and an indifferent smile rose on his handsome cheeks.

Raising his head and staring at Chu Feifan, Baili Mojin clasped his fists and said, "Since the son is willing to compete in poetry and songs, the question is!" ”

Chu Feifan looked at Baili Mojin, and seeing his confident appearance, he laughed loudly: "If I make a question, if the son loses, it will be unfair." ”

"Since everything is a treasure knife in your hand, how about using this knife as the theme over there?"

"Well, that's exactly what I mean!"

Baili Mo Jin's eyes glanced at the treasure knife in Zhao Yun's hand, and he stepped forward and said:

The gold is staggered and the white jade is outfit, and the light shines through the window at night.

The husband has not made fifty achievements, and he is independent of the eight wildernesses.

The sound is like a bell, the eyes are firm, Baili Mojin moved forward less than a few meters, and then the mouth became a poem, not only highlighting the edge of the sword, but also borrowing the knife to metaphor people.

Chu Feifan bowed his head slightly, his eyes were full of approval, and Fang Xuanling was the same, and said indifferently: "Baili Mojin is really not a person who has lost his name. ”

"Talented and handsome, excellent poetry."

The people on both sides of the long street are immersed in its verses, many aristocratic girls have lost their souls, and today they will see the demeanor of Baili Mojin, they must have been haunted by their dreams for a long time and cannot forget, it is really a sin.

Baili Mojin glanced sideways at the people on the long street, clasped his fists and saluted, and smiled confidently: "Your Excellency, please!" ”

The horse newly crossed the white jade saddle, and the moonlight was cold on the battlefield.

The sound of iron drums at the head of the city is still shaking, and the golden swords in the box are dry.

Chu Feifan's figure was surrounded by the momentum of looking at the world, his clear eyes looked straight ahead, and a strong and domineering voice sounded.

Baili Mojin's eyes swept over the scorching gaze, and hearing his poems was like being on the battlefield, Jin Ge Iron Horse, blood-stained armor, and blood on the battlefield, which made people's blood boil in their eyes.

"The golden knife in the box is bloody, domineering enough!"

"Your Excellency's poems have the potential to swallow mountains and rivers, domineering and majestic, and a certain is willing to bow to the wind!"

Baili Mojin clasped his fists and saluted, his eyes stayed on Chu Feifan's body full of admiration, and his mouth kept reciting his poems silently, and his heart was full of curiosity about what kind of identity this Chu Feifan was.

There is nothing he doesn't know about this Chinese ink in Tiger Roaring City, and there are only a handful of people who can have such a literary talent, but he has never met Chu Feifan.

Could it be that he came to the imperial capital to participate in the imperial examination, it seems that the emperor opened the imperial examination, and many talents from various state capitals came.

Meng Kun was immersed in the artistic conception of Chu Feifan's poetry, but when he heard Baili Mojin's voice, a glint flashed in his eyes, and his face became cold.

"Bivon was defeated like this?"

"Brother Baili, you are the best person in the imperial capital, how can you lose to him?"

Meng Kun was unwilling, and asked in a cold voice.

"Brother Meng, there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world."

"Civil and military first, today I will meet friends with literature, and I know that the emperor has such a knowledgeable person, and he will definitely gather in the house when he has time."

Baili Mojin calmly accepted Biwen's defeat, which couldn't help but impress Chu Feifan.

"Biwen, you can win, this son doesn't believe that you are powerless, you can win the competition."

"Learning martial arts is to strengthen the body and serve the country, not to fight and bully the weak. On the contrary, those who study martial arts must learn to be humble, and they must not do it lightly unless they have to, otherwise they will harm others and themselves. ”

"Since Childe is so confident, then so-and-so will learn a few tricks from you, but if you lose, you must agree to a certain request."

"Don't say one request, a hundred can do, but unfortunately you don't have a chance to win me!"

Meng Kun was arrogant and didn't take Chu Feifan in his eyes at all, in his opinion, Chu Feifan was just a child of a family who was protected by Zhao Yun.

Biwen won, Fang Xuanling was not surprised at all, he was more at ease with the competition, Chu Feifan was as strong as Si, he had seen it with his own eyes.

Shaking his head slightly, Fang Xuanling couldn't help but worry about Meng Kun's arrogance, worried about whether he could withstand the power of Chu Feifan's blow.

"Bang!"

Meng Kun stepped on the ground and stood up, strode out, and his figure turned into an afterimage and attacked Chu Feifan.

The wind howls and the dust swirls.

The people on both sides of the long street couldn't help but worry about Chu Feifan, looking gentle and elegant, how could they withstand Meng Kun's fierce bombardment.

Looking at Meng Kun, who was constantly approaching him, he chuckled, his expression was ancient, his brocade clothes were flying in the strong wind, and the oncoming giant fist was close at hand.

"Bang!"

Just when everyone was worried about Chu Feifan, a loud bang sounded, and the people on the long street gasped, only to see Meng Kun's figure like a short-term kite.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Meng Kun's figure retreated violently, and the people on the long street quickly retreated, only to see his figure hit the wall behind him, the smoke and dust fell down the top of his head, and the wall behind him exploded with cracks, Meng Kun covered his chest with his palms, and there was a fishy sweetness in his throat.

One move to beat?

It's incredible!

The two of them are terrifying, proficient in martial arts, and know poetry.

Wensheng Baili Mojin, Wu defeated Meng Kun, it seems that they will definitely be able to win the imperial examination at this time.

The strength of these two people is so strong, it seems that the imperial examination is fierce, and there is one less chance of a certain point.

Yang Zhi looked at the two of them, Chu Feifan and Zhao Yun, his expression was gloomy, and he muttered in a low voice.

Meng Kun's face turned pale when he heard the discussion of the people around him, his eyes looked at Chu Feifan and Zhao Yun, and he muttered in his heart that it was really as Baili Mojin said, there are people outside the world, there are heavens outside the sky, and the masters are among the people?

At this time, Niu Hu who was hiding in the crowd was so frightened that his soul flew away, and today he really had a long experience.

"This Tiger Roaring Emperor is really the land of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, it seems that it is better to keep a low profile in the future, otherwise you won't even be able to save your life!"

A trembling moan sounded, and Niu Hu turned around and disappeared into a cloud of green smoke and disappeared into the long street.

"How about it, Childe is defeated, should he fulfill his promise?"

Chu Feifan's cunning eyes flickered, with a cold smile on his face, and his majestic voice echoed on the long street.

Meng Kun was defeated, although he was unwilling, but he really admired Chu Feifan, he could defeat himself with one move, and cultivate to be at least on par with his master, but his age was similar to himself.

"The winner is king, Your Excellency has won, and if you ask for anything, I am not a person who can't afford to lose."

Chu Feifan's chin was bowed, the light in his eyes flickered, and he couldn't help but look at Meng Kun differently.

"Since Childe has fulfilled his promise, he will worship my retinue as a teacher from now on, and he will study under him in the future!"

"Apprenticeship?"

"Followers?"

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