"My Sprite, my Pepsi, this thing is not infinite, don't eat it. Yang Yu looked at the bottle at the witch's feet with great pain, extremely painful, and regretted taking out so much.

"It's not a drunken wine, but it tastes very strange, and it's a very good thing. Looking at Yang Yu, the witch was very surprised, she was now very curious about Yang Yu's origin.

True dragon meat can be used to grill skewers, and there is such a unique wine, all of Yang Yu's are too mysterious, plus almost unscrupulous methods of exercising, and perverted talents, the witch can't be curious.

"Of course, I don't have much of it myself. Yang Yu's face was dark, and his face was painful.

"Don't be so sad, good things naturally have to be shared with people who understand, but also with your friends You see how much I fit, we meet in the water, but we can sit with each other, eat meat and drink wine, isn't this a friendship? The witch looked at Yang Yu and said with a smile, her face was not red and her heart was not beating,

"Amitabha, the meaning of the female benefactor's words is a poor monk, but I don't understand it, after absorbing the essence, won't the things you eat will enter the place of reincarnation of grains, and then be sent out from the exit of reincarnation?" Yang Yu looked at the witch, his eyes rolling.

"Uh......" The witch was speechless for a moment, her face was uncomfortable, and the thing Yang Yu was referring to was too disgusting.

"Amitabha, is there any other way for the female benefactor to expel it?" Yang Yu clasped his hands together and looked at the witch very curiously, looking humbly asking for advice.

"Why are you a monk talking so vulgarly, looking at your thick eyebrows and big eyes, you are also a bad eye. The witch glared at Yang Yu, quite unhappy.

"Amitabha, the female benefactor herself said that entering your womb can have a special meaning, and the poor monk is just curious. Yang Yu shook his head and said, suddenly, Yang Yu looked at the witch with strange eyes, "You drink Sprite here, if you all come out of that place, it does have a special meaning,"

"......" The witch looked at Yang Yu and didn't understand much.

"Amitabha, that place is a good place, all men yearn for it, not to mention that the female benefactor is so beautiful, then more men want it, and those sprites can be regarded as having a special meaning, and the poor monk understands. Yang Yu nodded.

The witch looked at Yang Yu, her face suddenly darkened, she now understood what Yang Yu meant.

"Amitabha, the female benefactor is indeed a natural wonderful, although the poor monk has never seen it, but he has also heard of it, it is precisely because of this wonderful thing made a poem, the world called the poor monk the poetry Buddha. Yang Yu's eyes rolled and he looked at the witch.

"......" The witch didn't speak, she sat there with a stiff face, she couldn't tell what her expression was, anyway, it was pitch black, and her mood was not very good.

The poor monk gave the female benefactor an ugly offering, and today he composed a poem, so that the female benefactor knows where the name of the poor monk comes from. Yang Yu smiled, stood up directly, looked up at the sky, and folded his hands.

This poem spends 77479 days on the poor monk, every day to study and revise, it can be said that the words are beady, the image is incomparable, and the female benefactor is invited to evaluate, this poem is:

The creation of Xuanhuang is a magic machine, and the famous weapon is hidden between the crotches of Jiao Niang.

The two-petal condensation dew, the peach source enters the Yao Pond.

How to write the soft place of Danqing, when it is difficult to dye bright red.

It's a scoundrel in Cangjie, and the pictographic paintings of wonderful things are forced. ”

After an impassioned recitation, Yang Yu recited this wonderful poem very vigorously, turned his head to look at the witch, Yang Yu asked with a smile, "Female donor, I wonder if the title of poor monk can be deserved?"

"......" The witch looked at Yang Yu with a dark face, she didn't know what to say, and her face was a little flushed, I don't know if it was caused by drinking, or because she was a little ashamed and angry.

"Female donor?" Yang Yu said as he looked at the witch with a smile.

"Monk, why are you so vulgar, are you a flower monk?, but how old are you, why do you write such poems?" said the witch speechlessly, her face a little annoyed.

"Amitabha, the poor monk just inadvertently heard the master talk about that wonderful thing, plus the master's daily edification, so he has this poem. Yang Yu looked at the witch and said with a smile.

"......" The witch didn't speak, and looked at Yang Yu speechlessly.

He really doesn't know what kind of strength Yang Yu's master and Yang Yuwen are now, such poems can be made, how many people from this sect are......

The witch shook her head, speechless.

"Female benefactor, can the poor monk deserve the title of poetry and Buddha?" Yang Yu asked again.

"If you really only know such poems, I think you should change your name to Flower Monk. The witch said rather speechlessly.

"What?" Yang Yu looked at the witch in shock, with an incredulous expression.

"The truth I said," the witch nodded, looking at Yang Yu with a strange expression.

"The poor monk of Amitabha Buddha is not convinced, and he must prove himself today," Yang Yu said with an unhappy face, "This female benefactor, the poor monk composed a poem again on this situation, which can definitely shock the donor." ”

"Don't be this shameless poetry anymore, don't use me to compose poetry. The witch raised two fingers and stared at Yang Yu and said, her tone was not good.

"This ......" Yang Yu hesitated a little embarrassed.

"If you can't do it, stop talking, practice, I'll take you to rob and compensate you. Looking at Yang Yu, the witch pursed her lips speechlessly.

"Naturally, the poor monk is a poet Buddha, isn't it easy to improvise a poem?" Yang Yu smiled weirdly, folded his hands again, and looked up at the night sky.

This poem is based on this situation and this scene, the content is magnificent, it must be an unprecedented creation, this poem is:

There is a fish in the North Underworld, its name is Kun, the Kun is so big, it can't be stewed in a pot,

Turned into a bird, its name is Peng, Peng's big, it needs two barbecue grills, one secret, one slightly spicy!"

Yang Yuwen's face was happy, this situation, this scene, a poem, or such an atmospheric poem, Yang Yu's mood was extremely comfortable.

"......Forehead" looked at Yang Yu, the witch's face was extremely strange, and the corners of her mouth kept jumping.

"Amitabha, the poor monk is so talented, this poem will definitely be able to last for centuries. Yang Yu looked at the darkness around him and said loudly.

"Where did you get your confidence?" the witch looked at Yang Yu. Her face was very strange, and she was very speechless to Yang Yu now.

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