Qin Wuxian's face was like a red cloth, and he really wanted to smoke himself, but he actually had expectations for a stupid guy.

The young talents in Yuezhou are also shameless, they are actually touted like this, Qin Wuxian sneered, and now he is lifting a stone to shoot himself in the foot.

Is there anyone peeping at all?

Qin Wuxian was shocked, could it be that he was too sensitive and heard it wrong?

It's also possible.

As the prince of the empire, he has experienced no less than ten assassinations from his birth to the present, and it was not until Qin Wuxian confirmed to "all aspects" that he had no intention of fighting for the throne, and the single-minded martial arts assassinations gradually decreased.

Growing up in this environment, even the slightest bit of wind and grass would cause Qin Wuxian to be alert, especially since he didn't have a guardian by his side now.

Qin Wuxian urged the Waves Martial Domain with all his strength again, but there was still no trace, it seemed that he was indeed too sensitive, and because he was worried about Fang Shiyu's fourth sentence in his heart, he turned over and jumped back to the teahouse box.

Zhang Xiaju breathed a sigh of relief, her mind was also pulled by Fang Fatzi, and her dreams surged, focusing on the beach in the back garden of Yangfu.

Of course, Zhang Xiaju has learned from the past, and still has a lot of attention to be vigilant.

Always vigilant, Zhang Xiaju remembered what his senior brother Wang Ming said, and it was sincere.

Fang Shiyu was complacent at the moment, and saw that even the three Yang brothers, who had been busy, stopped and gathered around.

"I like it. "Yang Laixi is happy.

"What poem?" asked Yang Laishan, who was curious about the baby.

Someone whispered to the three big babies.

The sheep came to move and clapped his hands, and said, "It's a big moon, white and round." Thousands of days and nights...... Good!

Everyone around said in their hearts, and the third sentence sounded reluctant, and the others were simply limericks. However, no one said anything in their hearts, on the contrary, they all pretended to look at Fang Shiyu with anticipation on their faces.

Fang Shiyu was satisfied, and there was a feeling of going back to the past and standing on a big rock on the mountain, watching the pig brothers look up at him with their heads on their heads.

Everyone is looking forward to it, so it can be seen that it is really a good poem.

Since it is a good poem, it is a little inappropriate to chant it so quickly, and it is said that there will be a vision when a good poem comes out, just like when the boss chanted "Chivalrous Journey", Gu Panxi directly broke through the Sword Emperor. Thinking of this, Fang Shiyu looked up at the sky, and then looked around, very calm, there was no vision.

Everyone was a little impatient, and finally a noble girl of the sheep family asked delicately: "Brother Yu, what about the fourth sentence?"

In the distance, Zhang Xiaju, who was hiding in the cave, couldn't help but get goosebumps when he heard this.

Fang Fatzi took a breath and said, "Why are you so calm?!"

The noble lady of Yangfu said: "Brother Yu, the back garden is the important land of our Yangfu, and idle people can't enter it." ”

Fang Fatzi shook his head and said, "A peerless poem is about to be born, and there shouldn't be no movement." ”

As soon as Fang Shiyu's words came out, some people were about to faint, and they stood strongly, and the smile on their faces almost turned into crying.

Uncle, my dear uncle, please pronounce the fourth sentence quickly, we are so complimented that after a quick end, I can't stand it.

Qin Wuxian's ears in the teahouse box jumped slightly, and a touch of red appeared on his cheeks when he heard this.

At such a distance, Lei Qianxue couldn't see or hear it, but she felt that Qin Wuxian was suddenly like this, could it be that she had finally moved something about herself, and she lowered her head at the moment, twisting the corners of her clothes with her fingers, and her face was blushing.

The same room, the same blush, not at all on the same channel.

In the cave, Zhang Xiaju couldn't help it, and he really should let the boss come and take a look. Just because of the influence of the boss, everyone is a poet who is a poet of the Five Thunder Gates.

Fang Shiyu paced up, his face showed unwillingness, why? ! The boss chanted poems, and all kinds of visions came out, why did he not move.

Could it be that the poems you chant are not enough to impress God?

Unlikely, everyone was staring at themselves, and the look of anticipation and excitement couldn't be faked. Even if they fake, the three Yang brothers are such simple and simple people, they say that it is really good, and they will never be fake.

Just when everyone gradually lost patience, Fang Shiyu opened his mouth, and everyone's faces showed excitement, and they said in their hearts, think early and disperse early, go back to their own homes, and find their mothers......

"No, see, people, people, immortals!"

What is this playing...... Meaning, someone subconsciously scolded in his heart, and then after listening to everything, he was stunned.

This...... It seems to be better than the third sentence.

Gee...... As soon as this last sentence came out, the tone was completely different.

The face of a noble prince changed, and he said urgently: "What a big moon, white and round." The sky shines for thousands of days and nights, and there are no immortals in the world. ”

"Okay!" Someone immediately came back to his senses and praised loudly: "Sure enough, it is a peerless poem." ”

"That's right, the first two sentences are white, which seems to be vulgar, and the third sentence is wonderful, and the word 'empty photo' is eternal. ”

"The best part is the last sentence, which is simply turning decay into magic. ”

"Not seeing the immortals in the world, this can be described as a sorrow for the ages. ”

"Yes, my generation is still in the martial arts, not to mention the unattainable immortal path. ”

"There are many martial gods in ancient times, which one really has to find immortals. ”

"Oh, Brother Liu, your sentence is also a wonderful sentence, the best annotation of 'not seeing the immortals in the world'. ”

"I was also stimulated by Miko-sama, and I had a flash of inspiration. The noble man's face was pale, and he bent down to Fang Shiyu as he spoke.

"Sure enough, it seems that getting along with the Son of God, we and other original mundane things can actually be exported. ”

"That Wang Shaomen's main poem has exploded, it must be the work of the son of God. ”

"It's just a little puzzled, doesn't this moon come out at night?

"Don't you know that there is no moon in the daytime? You don't see that the books say that there is a moon in the day, but no one is seen because of the sunshine. ”

"Oh, I see. The questioner suddenly realized, and said again and again: "It's really insightful." ”

......

Fang Shiyu waved his hand and accepted it calmly with a smile. Even if someone questioned it, someone immediately gave a perfect answer, Fang Shiyu didn't expect it, and he felt more and more that the poems he wrote were really good.

Haha, the boss is not there, that's a good thing to hear.

Zhang Xiaju in the cave was speechless, she really didn't expect Fang Shiyu to come up with a golden sentence in the end.

It's a big moon, white and round. It is said that it is a white drawing, and it is true, but the vulgarity is simply a child's graffiti.

"Empty light" is indeed a good use, empty light for thousands of days and nights, it can be said that it is beyond Fang Shiyu's level, which is refreshing, but it is just that, and Wang Ming still can't compare.

The last sentence is indeed wonderful, I don't see the immortals in the world, and I see the hardships and helplessness of the cultivators in the world.

No matter how you cultivate, there is a ceiling above you, and there is a limit, just like Fang Fatzi said that there are shackles in the human body. These completely block people's upward path, and this is the fundamental reason why the Three Realms are different.

If a person wants to become a god, he must break the shackles in his body, and if a god in the divine realm wants to become an immortal, he must also break some kind of shackles, and this is extremely difficult.

This guy, God!

His Royal Highness the Second Prince in the teahouse box, stupid!