What surprised Li Wenqiang was that none of these teenagers looked at him with greedy eyes.

Wen Qiang is very sensitive to that kind of eyes!

When so many people heard that he was Li Wenqiang, he was not greedy for himself or coveted himself, Wenqiang felt a little unaccustomed to it. After all, in the cultivation realm, there are still very few people who don't covet themselves.

200 million! If they have 200 million, don't they worry about it? Even, according to outside rumors, they have 500 million.

Draw a conclusion: these people are really not bad for money. Not bad money at all. I don't care about my own 200 million at all.

They are impressed by their talents.

Li Wenqiang didn't brag about this point and didn't think much about it.

It's true!

Zi shook hands with Li Wenqiang in surprise: "Are you really Li Wenqiang?"

Li Wenqiang smiled and said, "Yes, poor Dao Xuanzhen." ”

"Xuan, what is true, how handsome Li Wenqiang's name is. Everyone knows that your name is Li Wenqiang, so don't pretend, I know you want to keep a low profile and walk the rivers and lakes with the road number. But your Li Wenqiang's name has been deafening. ”

Li Wenqiang: "......"

Zi swallowed his saliva and looked at Li Wenqiang with some excitement: "Brother Wenqiang is the first talent in Gusu, and your song "Seven Friends" has long been spread all over the world. I wonder if Brother Wen Qiang has any better works in the near future?"

When the words fell, everyone in the square pricked up their ears, and even many people took out small notebooks and began to record.

Li Wenqiang couldn't help but smile bitterly, this is a fake cultivation realm, right? Is everyone so unprofessional? Really...... Ashamed.

"Not yet. ”

Zi sighed: "Alas, it's a pity that Brother Wen Qiang didn't have a good work in the near future, and sure enough, you shouldn't have stepped into the cultivation realm, once you enter the cultivation of the truth, it is as deep as the sea, and literature is a passerby from now on." ”

Li Wenqiang: "???"

Say Nima. Then why don't you give up cultivating truth and engage in literary creation?

It's a real chicken disgusting. There is no such institution as a starting point in these five continents, literature is paid, and Lao Tzu goes to engage in literary creation all day long, eating wind and farting?

Gay Zi said, and said to himself again: "Since Brother Wen Qiang didn't have a good work, it just so happened that I recently created a song of seven uniques with a pen pal." I want to ask Brother Wen Qiang to taste it. ”

When the words fell, before Li Wenqiang could speak, the white robe sauce immediately began to blow to each other: "What? Brother Qingpingzi actually went behind my back and secretly created seven unique poems? My God, as soon as Brother Qingpingzi's Seven Uniques came out, there was no poet in the world." You've sharpened your sword for ten years, just to compose poetry?"

Zi nodded with a smile: "Yes, Poor Dao has recently put a lot of effort into literary creation, delaying Xiuzhen. But so what, just as the legendary Luxia Zhisu once said: What is the use of cultivation? Can you touch the truth? What about the realm, it is not ...... to be destroyed by everyone."

Li Wenqiang was stunned, is Jiufeng so famous? How do you feel that the whole world knows him? He has also said such a famous saying?

The dog said, he himself is in the Jindan period, and he is embarrassed to say this kind of shameless words of 'what is the use of cultivation, and what is the realm'.

Li Wenqiang is now starting to suspect that Jiufeng is a liar......

Zi looked at Li Wenqiang with some expectation: "Is it okay?"

Li Wenqiang smiled bitterly: "Then you come and listen." ”

Zi took a deep breath solemnly: "Then, Xiao Ke groaned?"

"Groan. ”

"Ahem, ahem, ahem,"

Purple looked around at everyone around and suddenly spoke:

"Last night the moon was yellow and round,"

Just one sentence, Li Wenqiang was immediately shocked, and looked at the purple with some incredulity, who gave your face to say this kind of thing?

The white-robed sauce also took a deep breath and exclaimed: "Good poetry, good poetry!"

Zi pressed his hand a little embarrassed: "Calm, calm, I haven't finished chanting yet." ”

Li Wenqiang made a request very politely: "Master, please continue." ”

Gay Purple continues to groan:

"Last night the moon was yellow and round. ”

"I can't sleep on the kang. ”

"I closed my eyes and fell asleep. ”

"Who knew that the rooster crowed. ”

“......”

Quiet.

Quiescence.

The whole square fell into a kind of absolute silence.

Silent.

Bai Pao Chan frowned a little embarrassed: "This ......"

Zi looked at Bai Pao-chan with some longing: "How?"

Bai Pao Chan nodded a little solemnly: "It's okay." ”

Li Wenqiang looked at the white robe sauce in shock, doesn't your conscience hurt? This is also called poetry? Labor and management can spill five or six songs in a soak of urine.

Zi looked at Bai Pao Sauce with some disappointment: "Maybe, you haven't read the charm in it, it's okay...... Brother Wen Qiang, what do you think?"

Li Wenqiang also frowned in embarrassment: "This ......"

There was silence for a while.

Everyone was silent, no one answered.

Li Wen stubbornly said: "This kind of unfathomable poetry is beyond the scope of what I have learned, and I can't comment on it." ”

Gay Zi said a little anxiously: "This is my first song to complete the Seven Uniques independently, and I hope Brother Wen Qiang will comment seriously." The contemptible Qing Pingzi, from the Qi family in Beizhou, is commonly known as Qi Aiwen. I am happy to make a pen pal like Brother Wen Qiang, there are 10 million spirit stones here, please smile, in the future, Brother Wen Qiang will encounter anything when he comes to Beizhou, as long as he doesn't mess with the Mahayana period and reports my name to Qi Aiwen, all of them can give you peace. ”

Li Wenqiang didn't care about the second half of his words at all, and looked at the bulging storage bag handed over with some consternation.

I was amazed in my heart, this is the son of a family!

How many rich people are there in these five continents? No wonder no one looks at me greedily, feelings, everyone here is richer than me. Just comment on a broken poem, just give 10 million?

You're buying my conscience for 10 million!

Li Wenqiang took the storage bag with some embarrassment, and sighed and said, "Alas, I can't help it, I can't help it." Wen Qiang loves money and takes it in the right way. I can't help it......"

Zi is also a good person, although Li Wenqiang has already put the storage bag into his arms, he still said: "Please also ask Brother Wenqiang to accept it!"

"Well, then I'll be spared......"

After a pause, Li Wenqiang looked at the silent teenagers and girls around him, looked at the expectant eyes that looked at him one by one, and said with a solemn face:

"Good poetry!"

‘......’

All the people in the audience, all the teenagers and girls: "???"

Doesn't your conscience hurt?

Dozens of teenagers rolled their eyes wildly.

Li Wenqiang blushed and turned to leave.

Who would have thought, purple suddenly grabbed Li Wenqiang again, looked at Li Wenqiang with burning eyes, and asked sincerely:

"I also want to ask Brother Wen Qiang, what is good about this poem? What are the advantages? Because I am very confused, I know that I am very good, but I can't see where it is excellent. Please also let Brother Wen Qiang know. ”

It's too much, bro!

Li Wenqiang looked at the purple with some tears, it was really too much!

After being silent for a long time, Li Wenqiang said with some heaviness: "Where are the specific reviews...... Not for this price. ”

Zi sighed a little embarrassed: "Alas, but I only brought 10 million." I didn't expect to meet Brother Wen Qiang, or I'll bring one or two hundred million out. This time, it's a shame. Brother Wenqiang, what price can I review?"

Li Wenqiang was first amazed at how these dogs didn't treat money as money, and then began to think about it seriously.

How much is my conscience worth?

PS: Some people say that the plot of my book is old-fashioned...... Hehe, what Bao someone wants to say is: Which eye did you see that there was such a thing as a plot in this book?

Ahem, let's get down to business. This book is full of joy, and every character in it is full of joy. This kind of joy may not be seen in the rigor of the book, but it is the norm in this book. Everyone, has their own little story, everyone has their own shamelessness and the soul of the sand sculpture. Maybe I just want to try different styles of writing, and I'm relaxed and comfortable writing this book, giggling myself every day. I hope that's the case when you watch it. It's kind of like a daily one-day, 2333......

Also, audience at the beginning, let me see your glow sticks. Fans in the back row, readers in the bookstore, browsers, let me hear your screams, shouts, cheers. Let me see your shaking fat buttocks!Don't let me be alone, it's not fun to say without this chapter~~