Su Qingyan, the thirty-sixth generation sect master of Wenzong! At the age of thirty, the charm still exists, and the beauty is incomprehensible! Strength of the third stage of the martial emperor!

However, what made her famous all over the world was not her cultivation strength. It's her talent.

Su Qingyan is known as the first talented woman in the ages. He is proficient in astronomy and geography, and can do everything in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. This woman is really gorgeous!

Hiss...

Yue Feng just glanced at her, he couldn't take his eyes off it, and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

At this time, Su Qingyan was sitting on the phoenix chair, and in front of her, there was a thin gauze curtain. I couldn't see her face clearly. But Yue Feng could feel that the temperament on this woman was really extraordinary.

"What a bold man, when you see our sect master, you still don't kneel?" At this moment, Chen Sheng, who was on the side, stepped forward and scolded angrily.

Chen Sheng was shocked! He never thought that this year's Furong talent would be Yue Feng!

He admitted that in Haicheng before, this kid won himself by writing poetry, and he was indeed talented. But his wife worshipped him as a teacher in front of everyone, and this matter was like a thorn in Chen Sheng's heart. He really hated Yue Feng to death!

"Get down on your knees and see our master!" Chen Sheng shouted with red eyes.

Kneel?

Yue Feng chuckled. Stand straight.

At this moment, behind the bead curtain, the voice of Sect Master Su Qingyan came: "Elder Chen Sheng." This Yue Feng, who is not from Wenzong, does not have to kneel down to me. ”

The voice is soft, but majestic and unquestionable!

"Yes, Sect Master, it's me who is too talkative." Chen Sheng hurriedly lowered his head and retreated to the side.

As the suzerain of Wenzong, Su Qingyan's rights are supreme. Every word she said was like a holy decree to the disciples of Wenzong.

Yue Feng took a deep breath and secretly sighed in his heart, although this Sect Master of Wen Sect is a woman, his aura is really strong.

Immediately afterwards, Yue Feng's gaze fell on Chen Xia next to him: "Good apprentice, when you see Master, why don't you say hello." ”

Hahaha...

This Chen Sheng wants to embarrass me in public.

Then I'll let you lose your face.

Sure enough, when the words fell, everyone around was stunned.

Chen Xia is this kid's apprentice?

You know, Chen Xia's personality is very arrogant, she turned out to be this kid's apprentice? How is this possible?

Chen Sheng secretly gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, extremely ashamed. This Yue Feng is really a pot that can't be opened.

Chen Xia also bit her lip tightly, and her delicate body trembled. The indescribable embarrassment on his face, in a hurry, he didn't know how to respond, and finally said nervously: "Teacher... Master! ”

When she shouted the word Master, Chen Xia's delicate face was flushed and unspeakably shy.

At this moment, inside the curtain, Su Qingyan was slightly moved, and asked softly: "Chen Sheng, Chen Xia, do you husband and wife know Yue Feng?" ”

The other people around also looked at Chen Sheng curiously, waiting for his explanation.

"It's... This..."Chen Sheng was hesitant and very embarrassed.

In Haicheng before, he lost to Yue Feng in poetry, this matter is too embarrassing, how can he say it.

Seeing that he was embarrassed to say, Yue Feng smiled slightly, and said slowly: "Elder Chen, what's so embarrassing, before in Haicheng, you and I lost compared to poetry, and the bet was to let my wife worship me as a teacher, you are Elder Wenzong, your memory won't be so bad, it's only been a few days, you forgot?" ”

"You...."

Chen Sheng was so angry that he couldn't speak, glaring at Yue Feng fiercely, ashamed and angry, eager to find a crack in the ground to get into.

What?

Elder Chen and this kid lost compared to poetry...

Yue Feng's words stunned everyone at the scene!

You must know that Chen Sheng's talent is obvious to all in the entire Wenzong. Even the sect leader Su Qingyan admired it very much!

Such a literary tycoon actually lost to this kid in front of him?!

For a while, everyone turned their heads and talked about it.

At this moment, Su Qingyan asked Yue Feng through the gauze curtain: "Yue Feng, I heard from the people below that you wrote a poem and won the first place, but you don't want the title of 'Furong Genius'?" Can you tell me why? ”

Yue Feng responded with a smile: "I was passing by at the time, and on a whim, I wrote a poem casually, what is a talent or not, it's just a title, it doesn't matter if you want it or not." ”

What the?

Just a whim?

Suddenly, the hundreds of Wenzong elders present were all shocked in their chests.

Even if you are talented, you must know how to be humble...

You must know that in front of you, she is the first talented woman in the ages, the sect master of Wenzong!

Everyone swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and muttered secretly in their hearts, this Yue Feng really doesn't know how to be humble, young man, the edge is too exposed.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Chen Sheng, who was standing next to him, had a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

This Yue Feng talked to the sect master, and he didn't know modesty at all.

Thinking to himself, Chen Sheng took a step forward and looked at Yue Feng with a smile: "Listen to what you mean, it's easy to write a poem, do you know how many literati and scholars participate in each poetry conference?" You are not ashamed to say that you wrote a random poem and won the championship? ”

Without waiting for him to finish, Yue Feng shrugged his shoulders and interrupted with a smile: "What I said is the truth, I just wrote a random one." Not only that, but the last time I competed with you, I also wrote it casually, and you won. ”

Yue Feng saw it.

This Chen Sheng always wants to make trouble for himself.

The voice fell, and Xiao Xi on the side couldn't help but say: "That's right, anyway, you lost to my son-in-law, my son-in-law is talented, and he will dump you hundreds of streets." ”

You!

Chen Sheng only felt that his heart was blocked, and he was speechless for a while, only trembling with anger, almost spurting blood.

At this time, everyone around them frowned secretly.

This kid is crazy.

Even if you won Elder Chen by composing poems before, you don't need to be so ridiculous...

Yue Feng was indifferent and smiled silently.

Seriously, he also wanted to save face for Chen Sheng, but the other party was always looking for trouble, so he had to get along with him. Can you still get used to him?

At this time, Su Qingyan raised his hand slightly, and suddenly, the hall was quiet.

At this time, Su Qingyan also felt that Yue Feng was a little too conceited.

Even if you win the first place in the poetry conference just now, you shouldn't be so proud of your talents.

"What kind of poem did you compose when you won the poetry contest? Can you tell me about it? Su Qingyan asked.

Yue Feng smiled faintly and responded, "Since the sect master wants to hear it, then I'll chant it." ”

As he spoke, Yue Feng cleared his throat, took a leisurely step, and while walking, he pretended to put his hands behind his back, and shook his head and said:

"Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads and westerly winds and thin horses."

"When the sun sets, the heartbroken man is in the world."

After reading this poem, Yue Feng looked at Su Qingyan with a smile: "What does the sect master think of this poem?" ”

This.. The poem...

At this moment, Su Qingyan's red lips opened slightly, and he couldn't help but read softly: "Withered vines and old trees faint crows.... Small bridges and flowing water..."

In silent thought, her beautiful face became more and more intoxicated!

Dead vines, old trees, crows, small bridges, flowing water.... Each of these words is very simple, but when they are grouped together, they can reflect such a profound artistic conception.

The last sentence, the broken intestine man is at the end of the world, and it is extremely sad to read!

Good poetry!

A unique poem!

Su Qingyan's delicate body was trembling, and she couldn't help but glance at Yue Feng a few more times.