The red-clothed monk was stared at by Zhang Han and Jinmao Chicken, and his soul trembled inexplicably, as if he was being targeted by a great demon with unfathomable cultivation, and he couldn't help but shudder.

His back was cold, and he couldn't understand why the shabby young monk on the other side had such a terrible feeling when he only had a foundation building period.

What pressured the cardinal was actually the brocade chicken with the primordial god of the Tribulation Period.

But ordinary people don't think about Jinmao chicken at all, they just think that Zhang Han actually deliberately hides his cultivation.

The other monks were not stared at by the brocade chicken, and they didn't notice the abnormality of the red-clothed monk, and when they saw Zhang Han looking like they wanted to hit someone, they all sneered and stood up.

These people seem to only have cultivation in the foundation building period, and Zhang Han is not cowardly, and calmly stretches out his hand to smooth the feathers of the brocade feathers, and it is a big deal to close the door and release the chickens.

Just as the two sides were in a tense confrontation, there was a sudden sound of footsteps at the top of the stairs, and a silver-robed monk walked up with a jade folding fan.

As soon as the silver-robed monk came up, he accepted the jade folding fan, bowed to the monks at the Eight Immortals Table, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, my uncle is not working in the Yueshan Sect these days, and he grabbed me at home and gave me a lecture, which delayed a lot of time, and I ask for your forgiveness." ”

"Where to speak, Chen Gongzi will see the outside when he says this."

"Actually, we've just arrived."

Several monks returned the salute and led him to sit down, and for a moment they dispelled the smell of gunpowder just now.

This silver-robed monk was dressed in a valuable spiritual treasure magic weapon, and he basically brought it wherever he could wear jewelry.

Whether it is a large piece such as clothes and boots, or a small piece such as a headband, a folding fan, a belt, a jade pendant, etc., all of them are shining and exuding a rich aura.

Tsk, can it really show off, are these children of the family a virtue?

Zhang Han looked at the appearance of the silver-robed monk's roasted buns, and secretly thought to himself that if he took the brocade feather chicken and found a place where no one was to loot this grandson, wouldn't he be able to get rich overnight?

Looking at this silver-robed young monk, he suddenly inexplicably remembered the same big apprentice he had just received.

I didn't see him for two days, and I felt strange about him.

Hey, if you had collected a deposit from the big apprentice in advance, you wouldn't have been reduced to going to Tianji Tower to borrow travel expenses.

Xiao Er brought the dishes to Zhang Han with a tray, and the same Zhang Luo placed them on the table.

"Childe, your dishes are ready, please use them slowly."

Zhang Han saw that the food was served, and sat down again with some unhappiness.

An indescribable fragrance reached his nose, and his stomach rumbled.

Looking at the table full of dishes full of color and fragrance, Zhang Han's index finger suddenly moved, and most of his anger disappeared.

Forget it, don't let a few grandchildren affect your appetite.

When you are full, you can't waste this once-in-a-century good dish.

The dishes made by the chef of the Peony Building are indeed extraordinary, and the materials are also very particular, Zhang Han is eating and calculating that when he is developed in the future, he will have to dig a few cooks from the Peony Building to go back.

Zhang Han had never eaten such a delicious meal, and he couldn't stop when he moved his chopsticks, and he devoured a large piece of food.

Not long after, a table of meals was wiped out, Zhang Han stopped, burped, and slowly refined the aura contained in the belly dishes.

The silver-robed monk who had just arrived suddenly coughed dryly twice, and spoke a little louder.

The silver-robed monk pointed to Yue Shan and said aloud to everyone: "For my brother to look at this majestic and magnificent Yue Mountain yesterday, I suddenly felt a poem and sent a poem, I don't know if you are willing to give advice?" ”

The red-clothed monk beside him said sycophantly: "Brother Chen, where is this, Brother Chen's literary talent is a leading figure in the younger generation of Yueyang City, if there is a new work, we will naturally listen to it." ”

Then a few monks said a word, touting the elegant name of the silver-robed monk.

The silver-robed monk was very useful, cleared his throat, and read aloud in a deep voice, word for word: "There is a big mountain in front of you! ”

"It's thick at the bottom and sharp at the top."

"If you turn this mountain upside down."

"It's thick at the top and sharp at the bottom!"

"Good!"

"Good poetry! Good poetry! This work is bound to be passed down through the ages! ”

"Brother Chen really lives up to the name of the little poet saint!"

Several people applauded one after another, and the atmosphere of the stars holding the moon made the silver-robed monk a little fluttery, and his face turned crimson with excitement.

"Ahahahaha——!" Suddenly, a discordant sneer came.

Zhang Han sat next to him and listened for a long time, but he couldn't hold back his laughter.

The silver-robed monk's face turned cold, and he asked Zhang coldly, "Your Excellency, are you laughing at this son's poem?" ”

Zhang Han eased his breath and sneered: "What kind of bullshit stuff, this can also be called poetry?" ”

The monks immediately looked at each other, and they were very dissatisfied and surrounded Zhang Han.

The silver-robed monk took the lead and walked up to Zhang Han and waved his hand, signaling everyone not to act rashly, and said to him in a cold voice: "So Your Excellency is also proficient in poetry?" ”

Zhang Han came to his senses when he heard this, and thought that he seemed to be able to live a copy of the public.

He stood up, thought for a moment, and soon found a poem from the memory of his previous life.

Zhang Han also cleared his throat and said to the silver-robed monk: "I don't dare to be proficient in poetry, but there is also a work praising Yue Mountain below, you can listen to the next comparison." ”

"Okay, I'll listen to it later!" The monk surnamed Chen replied with a dark face

Zhang Han turned to look at the misty peaks of Yue Mountain, brewed his emotions, and then recited to everyone: "Look at the side of the ridge as a peak." ”

"There are different levels of distance and height."

"I don't know the true face of Yue Shan."

"Just because you're in the mountains!"

After reading the poem, Zhang Han turned around to look at everyone's reactions.

As soon as this poem came out, the audience was silent.

After a long silence, the cardinal broke the silence and asked the people around him, "What does he mean by this poem?" ”

"I don't understand."

"I didn't understand either."

"Can you call this poetry? It's just nonsense! ”

"Poetry pays attention to elegance and vulgarity, and is easy to understand, what kind of thing are you?"

……

I'm a bunch of straw bales together!

I also copy poems from other protagonists, why is the scene of my fighting poems so chic?

Zhang Han was almost suffocated by the morale of several monks who were violently denouncing.

Although there were many people on the other side, the silver-robed monk looked like a true and restrained Jindan monk, and Zhang Han had a brocade chicken to suppress the formation anyway, so he was fearless to reason with them.

Zhang Han stepped on the bench with one foot and quarreled with the other party in a one-to-five manner, without falling behind at all.

Xiao Er was at a loss with a wry smile on his face, thinking of a way to persuade these masters.

There was a lot of quarrel here, but a black-clothed monk upstairs with a hat and a face covered was not affected in the slightest, staring at the wine glass in his hand with his eyes engrossed, and muttering the poem that Zhang Han had described.

"I don't know the true face of Yue Mountain, only because I am in this mountain."

The blackfriar was thoughtful, and unconsciously entered a mysterious situation.

After pondering for a long time, the black-clothed monk's eyes suddenly flashed with a spiritual light, and he looked up to the sky and laughed: "Ahahahaha! This is not wrong at all, I don't know the true face of Yue Mountain, only because I am in this mountain! ”