Childe, the poem you wrote just now is also fantastic! ”

At the door of the inn, Xiao Xi held Yue Feng's hand tightly, with a face full of admiration: "Childe, haven't you seen it, your poem is finished, and those people are stupid!" Childe, you're so amazing! ”

Xiao Xi grabbed Yue Feng's arm, not to mention how beautiful it was. I know that as soon as Childe makes a move, he will definitely amaze the audience!

Yue Feng looked at her with a smile: "Is it good?" So where do you say it is? ”

Haha, the poem just now, called [Tianjingsha Qiusi], was written by the Yuan Dynasty writer, Ma Zhiyuan. Can it be bad!

Xiao Xi tilted her head and thought about it, and said, "Anyway, I think it's very powerful, and the words are super beautiful." ”

She doesn't understand poetry, but she can also feel the vicissitudes of life in the poems.

Hahaha...

Hearing this, Yue Feng laughed and reached out to touch Xiao Xi's head.

"Son-in-law!" At this moment, I only heard an excited voice coming from behind me.

Yue Feng subconsciously looked back.

Not far away, I saw a woman stepping on high heels, trotting all the way, tired and panting. It's the peony!

"Son-in-law, please go back with me, this year's Furong talent is none other than you." Peony walked up to Yue Feng and said softly. A few drops of fragrant sweat were already oozing from her forehead.

Thank goodness that he was finally found, finally found..

"Miss Peony, am I not the younger brother in your mouth, why did I become my son-in-law again?" Yue Feng said with a smile.

In today's world, they really like to judge people by their appearance.

Peony bit her lip tightly, only to feel that her face was flushed. She didn't expect that the father-in-law in front of her would be so talented. And just now I looked down on him...

"Son-in-law, I was wrong.." Peony said softly: "Gongzi Yue, you must follow me back, the title of Furong Genius must belong to you."

"No need." Yue Feng waved his hand, took Xiao Xi's hand, and was about to walk to the inn.

Peony was stunned for a moment. The title of Furong Genius is the highest title of literati and ink writers! This is a great honor, he doesn't want it?

Peony was so anxious that she almost cried, walked a few steps quickly, and stopped in front of Yue Feng: "Son-in-law, I'm sorry, I had a bad attitude before, I apologize to you." If I don't bring you back, the sect master will punish me, please, son-in-law... I beg you.."

This poetry conference is held by Wenzong, and it is only held once every three years!

This son-in-law's poem is the best in the world. If you don't bring him back, the sect master will definitely be angry...

"Son-in-law, shall I kneel down for you..."As soon as Peony bent her knees, she was about to kneel.

As a result, when her knees immediately touched the ground, Yue Feng raised his hand, and a soft internal force gently lifted her up.

"Okay, I'll go back with you." Yue Feng's face was full of helplessness, so he had no choice but to nod.

There are so many people on the street, if you don't go back with her, she will be entangled endlessly.

"Thank you, son-in-law!" Peony was overjoyed and hurried to lead the way in front.

After a while, Yue Feng and Xiao Xi were taken to the gate of the city.

At the gate of the city, more than 200 cars were parked! Seeing this scene, Xiao Xi was shocked.

You must know that in this Dongao Continent, only the children of rich families can buy a car. The price of a car is really expensive, ordinary people don't eat or drink for a lifetime, and they can't afford to buy one, at this time at the city gate, there are more than 200 cars!

"Son-in-law, please get in the car."

Peony pointed to the first car and said to Yue Feng.

Yue Feng nodded and sat in the back row with Xiao Xi. Peony sat in the driver's seat and started the car.

More than 200 cars followed behind. This huge convoy is heading south.

At this time, it was already late, Yue Feng and Xiaoxi were sleepy, so they simply slept in the car.

I slept soundly until the next morning, when I heard Peony gently touch Yue Feng: "Master Yue, we have arrived." ”

"Hmm.." Yue Feng opened his hazy sleepy eyes, looked out of the car window, and was stunned!

A few dozen meters away, there is a huge palace!

This piece of palace is several times larger than the Forbidden City! The gates of this palace are incomparably majestic! This gate is hundreds of meters high and more than 50 meters wide!

On the gate, two bright red characters are particularly eye-catching:

Wenzong!

Call.. Yue Feng and Xiao Xi glanced at each other, and both of them were shocked. This.. The general altar of this Wenzong is too domineering, right?!

"Son-in-law, please get out of the car." Peony said softly.

"Oh, good.." Yue Feng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, slowly got out of the car, and walked into the gate of Wenzong.

As soon as I walked in, I saw a huge square with tens of thousands of disciples on it.

Some disciples are practicing martial arts, and some disciples are reading and painting, which is called a lively one!

Although the disciples of Wenzong are all very talented, they also attach great importance to cultivation. Yue Feng could feel that the strength of these disciples was not low, and there were almost no ones lower than Wuhou!

Following the peony, he came all the way to the Wenzong Palace, and finally stopped.

"Sect Master Qi, this year's Furong genius has been brought." Peony said respectfully.

"Let him in."

The words fell, and a quiet and soft voice came from the hall. It's nice to the ear.

At this moment, Yue Feng only felt that his heartstrings were plucked. Damn, this... Sect Master Wenzong, is it a woman?

At the same time, Xiao Xi couldn't help but whisper: "Wow... It's a good sound. ”

Seeing the two of them discussing in a whisper, Peony smiled: "Son-in-law, please." ”

Yue Feng nodded, pushed open the door of the main hall, and walked in.

As soon as he entered, Yue Feng's whole person was stupid!

I saw that there were hundreds of people standing in the main hall, all of whom were elders of Wenzong. Among these elders, Yue Feng also saw two familiar figures. It was Chen Sheng, as well as his wife Chen Xia.

"Isn't this my apprentice?" Yue Feng looked at Chen Xia with a smile.

The last time he compared poems with Chen Sheng, the bet was that after Chen Sheng lost, his wife wanted to worship Yue Feng as a teacher.

"You!" Chen Sheng almost vomited blood again.

Yue Feng smiled and looked ahead. I saw that in front of these people, there was a phoenix chair.

There is a woman sitting on it, wearing a silk cheongsam, her graceful curves looming, her temperament is mysterious and quiet, like a fairy, revealing a sacred and inviolable majesty.

This woman is none other than Su Qingyan, the sect leader of the Wen Sect.