"Tens of thousands of times stronger than me?" Shen Lin laughed instead of being angry, and laughed heartily, almost laughing. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The rest of the Confucian cultivators also laughed out loud after being stunned, Shen Lin was the champion of the Yunqin Empire, and his poetry was recognized by the older generation, calling him one of the most talented people in the past hundred years, and he was expected to preach with poetry.

It is simply the funniest joke in the world that a person with such a great honor is despised by a young man who is known for his gentleness.

"Very good, Your Royal Highness, I didn't expect you to have a talent for telling jokes, I haven't seen anyone tell jokes so fresh and refined in a long time. ”

Shen Lin smiled so much that he leaned back and closed, and even there were tears in the corners of his eyes, which was also laughing.

"Your Royal Highness, your "Picking Mulberries: Nine Days" is indeed very good, but there is still a big gap compared to Brother Shen Lin's lyrics. A purple-clothed Confucian cultivator said with a smile.

"Young people are easy to be complacent, unable to see the distance between themselves and others, and can only fall on their heels. "There was a middle-aged Confucian cultivator shaking a paper fan and pretending to point.

"Your Royal Highness, let's leave here, otherwise beware of ruining your reputation. Some people frowned, thinking that Tang Feng would disgrace all the Confucian cultivators in the desolate wilderness.

Tang Feng drank the spirits in the cup, his black hair was scattered, his broken sword trembled, and his bearing was extraordinary.

He glanced at the desolate Confucian cultivators present, shook his head and sighed, his eyes were full of disappointment: "The desolate Confucian cultivators are all people like you who worship Beijing and flattering outsiders, no wonder the cultural context is declining." ”

"You are presumptuous!"

The middle-aged Confucian cultivator just now shouted angrily, he was a very famous Confucian cultivator in Lianghuang, and when he saw Tang Feng pointing out the country here, he was extremely angry.

Moreover, he shot directly, with anger, and slapped Tang Feng's head.

However, Tang Feng is not afraid, this is just a Confucian cultivator of the five grades of the vein realm, and it is enough to deal with it with the power of flying immortals and the secret of all words.

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With a crisp sound, the middle-aged Confucian cultivator's right palm was directly shattered!

"You are too presumptuous!" The middle-aged Confucian cultivator broke out in a cold sweat in pain, he was a Confucian cultivator, his physique was not strong, and he was caught off guard by Tang Feng, and he was embarrassed and indignant at the moment.

"Presumptuous, who is presumptuous!"

Tang Feng drew his sword out of the sheath, crossed the river and shone brightly, directly against the throat of the middle-aged Confucian cultivator.

His eyes were cold, he looked at the excited middle-aged Confucian cultivator, and reprimanded angrily: "As a desolate Confucian cultivator, he looks down on me as a desolate person, but instead respects the people of the capital, he is really born with a slave statue!"

"The desolate wilderness has always been caricatured as a barbarian land, the cultural context is declining, you were born in the desolate wilderness, I feel sad for your misfortune, but since you are already a desolate people, but you are so enslavish, then I can only be angry for your indisputability. ”

Tang Feng's words were sonorous, full of neutrality, and his cold gaze swept over the past, and no one dared to look at him, and they were all ashamed.

Mourning its misfortune and anger, these eight words are like a steel knife, fiercely piercing into the hearts of this group of desolate Confucian cultivators.

The middle-aged Confucian Xiu's face was hot, and Tang Feng's words were like cold water poured down, making him cold from head to toe, but he also recognized the correctness of Tang Feng's words.

"Hehe, His Royal Highness's words are beautiful, but does this mean that your poetry is ten thousand times stronger than mine?"

Shen Lin saw that the situation was not good, and hurriedly diverted the topic in the field, otherwise when Tang Feng was recognized by this group of Confucian cultivators, then his previous efforts would be in vain.

"If you can't write good poetry, no matter how beautiful you say, it's futile. He was sneering, forcing Tang Feng to write poems, to make Tang Feng make a fool of himself in front of everyone.

"Your Highness, let's go, and ignore this. Xu Wan stepped forward and whispered persuasion in Tang Feng's ear, afraid that Tang Feng would be hit, she didn't want Tang Feng, who had finally changed, to return to his previous appearance.

Ning Xiaomei also looked at Tang Feng worriedly, although she felt that Tang Feng's poetry was not weaker than Shen Lin, but it was only not weaker, to say that Tang Feng's poetry was much stronger than Shen Lin, it was obviously unrealistic.

"What's the matter, I won't admit what I said just now?" Shen Lin mocked, if Tang Feng left now, he would be happier, because it would be more humiliating than not being able to write good poetry.

Many Confucian cultivators in the desolate wilderness are also waiting to see Tang Feng's reaction, if Tang Feng escapes or can't write amazing words, then what he just said will not be convincing.

The focus of his gaze, Tang Feng was always very calm, with a calm smile on his face, and cast a reassuring look at Ning Xiaomei and Xu Wan.

Leisurely pouring a glass of wine, he gently shook the wine bottle, looked at Shen Lin, and said:

"You don't have to provoke me, I don't care about the ink in your stomach. ”

"Next, let you see, a glass of wine becomes a poem!"

Tang Feng's words caused an uproar, because this is really arrogant to the extreme, and it should be known that Shen Lin's previous "Fortune Operator" was not made on the spot, but was prepared in advance, and the difficulty of composing poems on the spot was too great.

Shen Lin frowned, not believing that Tang Feng could write a poem after drinking a glass of wine.

This time, Tang Feng did not drink a little, but drank a whole glass of wine the moment he put his sword into the sheath, and his demeanor was chic, like an immortal who was high in the world.

Without thinking about it, he spoke directly: "This one is called "Queqiao Immortal Xianyun Tricky""

"The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is dark. ”

As soon as the first sentence came out, the middle-aged Confucian cultivator's eyes lit up, and this first sentence alone revealed everyone's demeanor, which was more clever than the first sentence of Shen Lin's article.

"As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world. ”

In the second sentence of Shangque, the pen and ink are opened, showing the noble purity of love, and it is a rare and wonderful sentence.

"Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, endure the return of the magpie bridge. If the love between the two is long, how can it be in the morning and twilight? ”

As soon as the next que came out, all the desolate literati were all bright, and Tang Feng's "Queqiao Immortal" was undulating up and down, and the idea was elegant, far beyond Shen Lin's "Fortune Operator".

"Your Highness!"

At this moment, the middle-aged Confucian cultivator was completely convinced, and the value of this poem "Queqiao Immortal" alone was higher than the value of all the poems he had written in the past few decades.

"Your Highness!"

Led by a middle-aged scribe, one hundred and eighty Confucian cultivators present bent down and saluted Tang Feng.

One hundred and eighty voices of His Royal Highness's great talent resounded in the sky.

Shen Lin was originally very calm, holding the wine bottle in his hand, but at this moment, it was like a wood carved clay statue, standing on the spot, and even the wine bottle in his hand fell to the ground.

"Impossible, what glass of wine becomes a poem, this must be the poem he bought before, and the same as the song "Picking Mulberries", it was bought. ”

At this time, Shen Lin no longer had that elegant demeanor, and shouted loudly, questioning Tang Feng.

"Bought?"

Tang Feng put the empty wine bottle on the table and asked in a cold voice, "Shen Lin Gongzi, where do you think I bought it from?"

This question made Shen Lin speechless, he opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak.

Generally, people who sell poetry are in poor family situations, and their level is limited even if they are high, and those who can make Tang Feng's "Queqiao Immortal" must be talented people, and they will definitely not fall to the point of selling poetry.

Tang Feng smiled, and slowly filled the empty cup with wine again, without saying a word during the whole process, the clouds were light and light.

A glass of wine can cut off Shen Lin's Dao heart, what else does he need to say?