When Wen Zilong came down from the third floor, it was already dark.

When I came to the first floor, I saw that most of the people who had come to read the book had already left.

Only the bookish lion and brute dragon remained.

Wen Zilong finally noticed him this time.

After all, the Lion King I saw just now was a brute dragon with a lion's head and a human body, and so did this guy.

But soon, Wen Zilong came to his senses.

There are many brute dragons with lion-headed human bodies, but only those with horns on their heads have royal blood.

They are of this race, known as the Golden Horn Lions.

It can be regarded as the top existence among the lion beasts.

And this guy in front of him doesn't have horns on his head.

So Wen Zilong just glanced at it and didn't pay attention to it.

But at this time, the guy walked over, saluted Wen Zilong with a fist, and said:

"Lord Wen, can you give me a meal for you?"

Wen Zilong smiled and said:

"It just so happens that I'm hungry too."

Isn't it a fool if someone invites someone to dinner and doesn't go?

The man was overjoyed and introduced himself:

"My name is Shu Zihua. The reason why I invite you to dinner is that I have a few questions that I would like to ask. ”

Wen Zilong said: "I'm very hungry, go to the restaurant first." Talk while eating. ”

The scholar nodded and said:

"It's fine."

Soon, I came to the largest restaurant in the city, Wangjiang Tower.

After all the wine and food were served, Wen Zilong took a big bite of it.

The table was full of food, and Shu Zihua hadn't moved much, so Wen Zilong swept all the plates clean like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves.

Shu Zihua had to order another table of dishes.

Wen Zilong continued to eat.

Shu Zihua watched Wen Zilong bury his head in surprise and was extremely surprised.

There is a brute dragon with such a powerful appetite?

He was originally going to ask Wen Zilong those questions, but when he saw Wen Zilong gobbling up, it was as if he hadn't eaten in eight lifetimes.

He had to wait and ask.

I'm bored and looks at the river outside the window.

and the two bright moons in the sky.

He couldn't help but chant two lines of poetry:

"The moon is the moon in the sky, and the water is the water in the river.

The night and the moon are bright, and the day and day are flowing eastward.

Sijun didn't return for a long time, chatting about half of the spring. ”

Wen Zilong had scanned thousands of books before, and although he hadn't digested it much, he also knew that there were poems and songs in this world.

It's just that because this world values martial arts and light literature, these poems and songs, in Wen Zilong's view, are all at the level of primary school students.

Of course, Wen Zilong himself could not compose such poems and songs.

He compares these poems and songs with those of ancient China.

At this time, I have almost eaten.

He couldn't help but shake his head when he saw this guy chanting poetry.

What a written.

He casually groaned: "

Freshen up,

Leaning on the river tower alone.

It's not a thousand sails,

The slanting veins are long.

Intestine broken white apple. ”

After chanting the poem affectionately, he wiped his oily mouth.

With a look of self-absorption, he looked at this book.

In our 5,000 years of China, how many literati have been produced.

Just take out their works casually, and you're more sassy than you elementary school students.

Sure enough, the book Zihua looked at Wen Zilong in shock.

It seems unbelievable.

After a moment, he said:

"Good words! Good words! Definitely the best word I've ever heard in my life. Brother Tai, did you write this poem? ”

Wen Zilong shrugged:

"Or else?"

He rightly said so.

Copying other people's words is still straightforward.

It can be regarded as shameless to a certain level.

The scholar Hua stroked his palm and said:

"Brother Gaocai, I toast you!"

As he spoke, he picked up the wine glass that had not been touched before, and did it in respect.

He has always had the heart of a literati.

In this world, martial arts are valued over literature, so he always feels that his talent has nowhere to show.

It's hard to meet someone who can make such amazing words, and he is naturally like meeting a bosom friend.

Next, the two chatted for a while.

The guy had a good chat, but Wen Zilong actually didn't want to talk about it much.

Because he casually pulled out a bright moonlight in front of the bed, he could crush this guy's poem into slag.

What is there to talk about with an elementary school student.

But this guy completely regarded Wen Zilong as a great god, and every time Wen Zilong recited a poem, he admired it after carefully tasting it.

This also made Wen Zilong speechless.

Wen Zilong finally had to change the topic and asked:

"You're inviting me to dinner just to talk about this?"

It seemed that Shuzihua didn't remember his business until this time.

"Master Wen, in fact, I came today because I was too curious. You've just finished reading the entire library? ”

"Of course."

Wen Zilong replied.

Shu Zihua was even more surprised than he had just heard Wen Zilong's poem:

"Can you digest it?"

"If you can read it, you can naturally digest it."

If it is an ordinary person, when he hears this sentence, he will naturally think that Wen Zilong is bragging.

That's thousands of books, after all.

Even if it is a third-order brute dragon, if you read hundreds of copies at a time, you have to rest for a few days before you can continue reading.

He read more than 4,000 books at one time, how can he not be shocked?

However, through Wen Zilong's poem just now, Shu Zihua knew that Wen Zilong was rich and rich.

And with such a wealth of knowledge, he has naturally read a lot of books, at least much more than himself.

At such a young age, he has read so many books, and his reading speed must be very fast.

"Can you stand it mentally?"

Shu Zihua asked.

"Since you can see it, you can naturally bear it."

Wen Zilong replied.

Shu Zihua nodded in admiration and said, "Brother Tai is really a strange person." ”

Wen Zilong nodded: "Well, I think so myself. ”

"Hahahaha......"

Shu Zihua laughed: "Okay, I'll give my brother another drink." ”

Shu Zihua invited Wen Zilong to drink because he was curious that Wen Zilong could read so many books in such a short time.

The two drank happily until the middle of the moon, and then left the restaurant.

Because it is the middle of autumn, there are many people who admire the moon.

Like the Mid-Autumn Festival on Earth, the Mid-Autumn Festival here is also a traditional festival.

On this day, the two moons in the sky are the closest together.

From the point of view, the two moons are almost next to each other.

It looks like a little couple, leaning together.

The Mid-Autumn Festival on earth is a day of family reunion.

The mid-autumn of this world is equivalent to Valentine's Day.

Every night on this day, thousands of couples meet, every inn is full, and hundreds of millions of tadpoles become fine.

At this time, on the streets, by the bridges, in the woods, on the rooftops.

Those little couples leaned on each other, admiring the bright moon in the sky and leaning together, telling lingering love words.

I feel like there's just a sentence here: the rainy season has arrived......

Wen Zilong didn't feel anything about this, and planned to go back to sleep after separating from Shu Zihua.

But at this moment, a brute dragon appeared at the corner of the street and blocked Wen Zilong's way.

This person's momentum completely exploded, and he was not affected by the phrase "the rainy season has arrived" at all.

Obviously, it was a fifth-order brute dragon.

He stared at Wen Zilong and said coldly:

"You are Wen Zilong?"

Wen Zilong glanced at him, not bothering to pay attention.

The brute dragon's eyes were even colder: "Is that the Yu Linling you beat?" ”