Feng Zhen's soul finally returned to his body at this time, although he didn't know why Netherworld was not dead, he would not put a waste in his eyes after all.

In such a crowd, he didn't dare to mess around, led the dog to take two steps forward, threw the leftover bone stick in his hand on the ground, and the black dog licked and ate like crazy.

He smiled at the Netherworld and said, "See, if you kneel down and kowtow to the uncle now, and then lick this bone like a dog, the uncle may spare you." ”

"Heck, it's fun to let him learn a few dog barks before he eats the bones. Murong Yue suddenly laughed loudly.

Murong Yue's silver-bell-like laughter had made Feng Zhen's bones numb, and when he turned his head to look, he saw that Murong Yue's appearance was already extremely beautiful, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

Most people in the world are like this, if they are very good at something, if they see more than themselves, they will at least be a little jealous in their hearts.

Zhou Ying has always been beautiful from the negative, a long wind has already made her jealous, and now there is a beauty with an even more amazing appearance, she was surprised, jealousy burst out, her face was hot, and the corners of her forehead were oozing sweat.

In fact, many people in the crowd had already paid attention to Murong Yue, and some shameless men naturally peeked intently in the dark, looking extremely shameless and obscene.

Even some people who usually pride themselves on being gentlemen also take the opportunity of looking around at the crowd or tidying up their clothes and hats, pretending to be unintentional and peeking at Murong Yue from time to time, which is more contemptible than those who have no scruples.

There are even some people who see several beauties gathered together, their eyes are no longer enough, look at this for a while, look at that for a while, and want to hold all these beauties into their arms, and think about it for a while.

There are also some young girls who see Murong Yue's appearance, or jealous or ashamed of themselves, in short, they are strange and difficult to describe.

When Feng Zhen came back to his senses, he said to the Netherworld: "Yes, yes, yes...... Yes, yes, this girl said very much, you ...... Do you hear or not, and do as the girl says. When he spoke, his gaze barely left Murong Yue.

Murong Yue was full of the good show in front of her, and she didn't pay attention to Feng Zhen's appearance at all, otherwise, with her temperament, she would probably kill Feng Zhen.

"Joke, you want me to kneel on your mad dog, cut off my legs!"

Murong Yue seemed to feel that Netherworld's true actions did not disappoint her, and her face was full of surprise, and then she looked at Feng Zhen and the others with great anticipation, as if she wanted to see how they would deal next.

Feng Zhen didn't know how much he wanted to kill the Netherworld, but knowing that the law was strict, he wanted to provoke the Netherworld and let the other party do it first, so that his own teacher was famous, and it didn't matter if he killed the other party.

Thinking of this, he pretended to be calm and said loudly to everyone: "Everyone, Young Master Ben is very interested today, so he will write a poem on the theme of waste. ”

He really thought about it, locked his eyebrows and pondered, and after thinking for a long time, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he laughed loudly: "Waste is born without being busy, and it grows its own food under its buttocks." If you ask where to get the grain and rice, collect a basket in the toilet in front of the door. As he spoke, he stared at the Netherworld.

Everyone recalled the meaning of Feng Zhen's "poem", and after a moment of silence, the sound of wild laughter suddenly broke out, it was an indifferent person like Murong Chen, the corners of his mouth also moved, and Murong Yue laughed heartily, so unhappy.

"It's disgusting!"

"Hahaha...... It stinks, it stinks!"

"It's a shame that Young Master Zhen can make such a wonderful poem, hahaha......"

The crowd enjoyed it, and kept adding fuel and vinegar to the momentum.

Feng Zhen picked up the bone stick that the dog had gnawed for a long time, came to the front of the Netherworld, and sneered loudly: "Waste, if you use yourself to make a poem, the uncle will reward you with this bone, see it, there is still meat on it, hahaha......"

Today's sky has been gloomy, at this time it is raining lightly, the dark really looks up to the sky, let the rain pour on his face, and roars in his heart: "There are so many despicable and shameless people in the world, but ...... If it practices martial arts one day, it will definitely kill these filthy villains!"

He suddenly laughed loudly for a long time, but he made a voice with internal force, and his voice resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Suddenly, he recited:

"Angry hair rushes to the crown, leaning on the railing, Xiaoxiao rain rests.

Raise your eyes, look up to the sky and roar, strong and fierce.

Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons.

Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad!

The clouds are ashamed, and the snow is still not snowing, and the courtiers hate, when will they be destroyed?

Drive a long car and step on the lack of falling clouds!

Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Xiongnu blood.

Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky!"

The humiliation of words is often far better than the addition of fists and feet, and under the anger of the dark and the real anger, the pride is great, and he recited the famous poem "Man Jianghong - Angry Hair Rushing to the Crown".

He had heard passers-by talk about the Battle of Luoyun Mountain before, so he slightly modified the original work.

At that time, he was full of indignation, but when he heard the sonorous words, every sentence was passionate, and the heroic feelings were all from the heart, and the listeners were shocked and immersed.

For a time, many people were surging with pride, and they wanted to immediately rush to the battlefield and fight with the enemy.

More than 100 people were silent, only hearing the sound of raindrops, and they all stared at the Netherworld with great amazement.

Although this world is said to respect martial arts, if someone is not only advanced in martial arts, but also able to recite poetry, he is regarded as a talent in civil and military affairs, and his reputation can eventually increase a lot because of his literary talent.

But most of the all-rounders are those who are extremely talented, and most of the people with ordinary talents are not able to practice martial arts, so do they have time to dance and write?

Many people thought: "Could that waste be picking up people's teeth? But there is no such style of rhyme in the world, so who can pick up people's teeth?" The meaning of the poem is not only in line with this situation and this scene, but the waste is recited so emotionally, it seems that it must be his work for the occasion. ”

After being silent for a long time, it turned out to be Murong Yue's ugly girl, that is, the ugly girl who had "saved" the ghost before, who first shouted hello, and everyone came back to their senses, nodded and praised each other, and most of their faces were amazed and solemn.

Murong Yue listened to the "poem" recited by the dark underworld, and her heart felt very second, her palms clapped, her eyes were full of surprise, and she deeply felt that the two sides came and went, and the fight was very exciting.

Although Murong Chen was not as surprised as others, his expression was slightly solemn, and he looked at the Netherworld Truth suspiciously.

After listening to the "poem", Changfeng's shyness immediately disappeared, and he returned to the style of "general", with his hands behind his back, standing upright, his eyes full of admiration.

Feng Zhen was stunned for a moment, and when he was thinking about the "poetry", he forgot that the bone had been gnawed by the dog, and put it to his mouth and smacked it.

After a while, he suddenly came to his senses, threw his bone stick on the ground, and hurriedly looked to the left and right, and saw that some people were laughing at him.

No matter how scoundrel he was, he suddenly felt a fever on his face, extremely embarrassed, so angry that he used his internal strength to smash the bone stick.

The black dog was gnawing on the bone stick again, and was so frightened that it flashed to the side.

After being robbed of food three times and twice, the black dog was furious, turned around and bit Feng Zhen's leg violently.

Feng Zhen had internal strength to protect himself from injury, but he was already furious, and he burst the black dog's brain with one palm.

Some people who don't know what is going on still think that Feng Zhen is so angry because he is jealous of the true poetry of the Netherworld, and those who know the truth have already laughed so much that their stomachs hurt, but because of the power of the Feng family, they tried their best to hold back the laughter, and their faces were red and their ears were red, almost suffocating.

How could such a funny thing escape Murong Yue's eyes? She laughed so hard that she covered her stomach with her hands and couldn't straighten her waist.

Some people in the crowd were excited, and couldn't help but say loudly: "'Drive a long car, step through the Luoyun Mountain!' Zhuangzhi is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Xiongnu blood." 'What a spirit!'

Zhou Feng is the eldest son of Zhou Yaoting, nine years older than Netherworld, he was fifteen years old at the time, but Zhou Yun, who was less than six years old in cultivation, has been jealous for a long time.

He seized the opportunity at this time, took two steps forward, and sneered: "Hmph, where is the bullshit he put around? What did the waste just say about Luoyun shame, it is still snowing, the demon queen was captured by us in Luoyun Mountain, he is obviously crying out for the demon clan!"

Feng Zhen hurriedly said, "What my cousin said is right. Also, what did he say to clean up the old mountains and rivers, that Luoyun Mountain has been in the hands of the demons for hundreds of years, and now it has been taken by my Central Plains, and he is also looking forward to the demons recovering Luoyun Mountain. ”

He also called our righteous people in the Central Plains the Huns. A member of the Zhou family shouted.

At that time, the Central Plains and the demon clan had a deep enmity like the sea, and for thousands of years, the two sides fought countless times, and those who caught each other were executed by the most cruel means.

Almost all the people of the Central Plains have relatives who died at the hands of the demons, and they hate the demons to the core.

Not only that, but each sect has the same decree, and those who praise the demon clan die.

After listening to what Feng Zhen and the others said, everyone felt that it was reasonable, and they couldn't help but be full of anger.

The underworld really knows the stakes and listens to the accusations of several people, and his heart is also terrified.

It's just that he despised everyone before, and he was really indignant with the position of the demon clan in his heart, and at this time, his heart was violent, and he stood with his head held high.

Murong Yue's ugly maid said loudly: "In the battle of Luoyun Mountain, hundreds of thousands of our Central Plains disciples suffered forty percent casualties, and finally caught the demon queen to force the enemy to retreat. Isn't it a shame for us that hundreds of thousands of righteous men were not only defeated, but also relied on a woman to coerce the enemy, and did such a dishonorable thing?"

She looked at the Netherworld and continued: "Besides, the land of Luoyun Mountain has changed hands several times between my Central Plains and the Demon Clan, and it is difficult to say who it belongs to, if it is the old mountains and rivers of my Central Plains, why not?"

When the people heard this, their faces relaxed.

"Hmph, what does he say about the 'courtier's hatred' in his mouth? We don't have an emperor in the Central Plains, so where are the courtiers? Yes, we also had an emperor in the Central Plains thousands of years ago, so it will never have anything to do with that time. Feng Zhen said coldly.

"Yes!" the crowd agreed.

The ugly girl smiled and said, "This is your ignorance. Poetry and songs, seeking lofty artistic conception, too straightforward but not beautiful. We were born in the land of the Central Plains and guarded the land of the Central Plains, so the heaven and earth of the Central Plains are the kings, and our people are the ministers. ”

Everyone nodded suddenly, very agreeable, many people praised the ugly girl for speaking very thoroughly, and couldn't help but taste the words carefully.

Feng Zhen was speechless, gritted her teeth, and clenched her fists.

The battle of words and tongues was as interesting as a riddle in Murong Yue's heart, and she looked forward to everyone arguing, and she was so happy.

When she was expecting how Netherworld would explain, she was very happy to see that the maid had solved her doubts, and smiled at the ugly girl: "Twilight, you are quite good at talking, and I will reward you back." ”

"Thank you, Miss!" Twilight thanked her with joy on her face.

"When did you know so much?" asked Murong Yue a little dazed.

Twilight said: "The slave has nothing to do on weekdays, and she reads some miscellaneous books. ”

Murong Yue smiled and nodded.

Netherworld really felt that Twilight Frost's explanation was extremely exquisite, and couldn't help but admire it very much, thinking to herself: "Was that Twilight Frost's words to solve the siege intentionally or unintentionally? If she hadn't spoken just now, the consequences would have been really unimaginable." When she thought about it, she couldn't help but look at Twilight, and just made eye contact with her, she saw the other party look at it.

Feng Zhen saw that he was frequently defeated on this side, and he couldn't pretend anymore, and it was inconvenient to do it, so he raised his hand and pointed at the Netherworld, and shouted angrily: "I want to compare it to a poem with you!"