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Although Xu Wan has no waves on her face, but her heart is turbulent, if "Picking Mulberries" is an accident, then today's Tang Feng's "Queqiao Immortal" has really established his position as the leader of poetry in Lianghuang and the younger generation.

Countless scorching eyes fell on Tang Feng, the geisha and singers from the Shuiyue Pavilion, they were most attracted to the merry literati, and the gaze that looked at Tang Feng at this time was very charming and moving.

However, Tang Feng didn't feel it, pressed the hilt of the sword with his right hand, picked up the bronze wine bottle that had just been poured with his left hand, looked at Shen Lin with a gray face, and said:

"How about it, Shen Lin Shen Caizi, if you still have good poetry, I will accompany you at any time. “

Shen Lin's mouth was like a dying fish, but he couldn't spit out half a word.

His song "Fortune Operator" is already a painstaking work, but he still lost Tang Feng's "Queqiao Immortal", and now he can only be more embarrassed to take out the rest of the poems.

"Hehe, since you are not convinced, then I will let you see, what is a poet!"

Tang Feng smiled indifferently, drank another glass of spirits, and recited a poem again.

"A foot of crimson is better than dust, and the old thing is not as good as the new ......"

Shen Lin's face was pale, completely bloodless, and every sentence of Tang Feng's new words was like a copper hammer, smashing into his heart fiercely, causing blood to leak from the corner of his mouth.

One hundred and eighty desolate Confucian cultivators are all savoring this new word of Tang Feng word by word, and the more they ponder, the more shocked they are, it is actually another masterpiece that is not inferior to "Queqiao Immortal", which is enough to be sung for a hundred years.

Tang Feng's eyes revealed a deep sadness, after coming to this world for so long, when will he be able to return to Earth? Parents and friends, how is it now?

The last sentence was slowly spit out, and the thoughts of the earth in his heart also gushed out, dripping and happy.

"Exquisite dice An red beans, do you know through the bone lovesickness?"

This sentence was full of expression, so that the corners of Tang Feng's eyes were a little moist, he could kill decisively, but there was always a piece of softness in his heart.

Airplanes!

At this moment, the river crosser roared softly, and the ink-colored air currents rushed out from the river crosser like a real dragon, circling around Tang Feng and groaning.

Count carefully, there are exactly thirty-six ink-colored real dragons, which implicitly coincides with the meaning of thirty-six Tiangang!

"It's ...... Context!"

The middle-aged Confucian cultivator's body trembled, he never thought that he would be able to see such a scene again in his lifetime.

"Brother Kang, what do you mean by the context of the body?" A purple-clothed Confucian cultivator was puzzled, he had never heard this word.

Kang Juming looked at Tang Feng, who was in a wonderful state, sighed lightly, and explained:

"The context is around, this is a kind of wonder in ancient books, it is said that it is a kind of recognition of the Confucian and Taoist monks by the Great Dao, descending the context and protecting this person. ”

He looked at the purple-clothed Confucian cultivator with a yearning face, and scolded with a smile: "If you want to get the context, you need to have a poetic talent like His Royal Highness the Prince." The context is wrapping around, I have never appeared before, but I didn't expect to be lucky enough to see it today. ”

Shen Lin looked at the thirty-six hovering and whistling ink-colored true dragons, his whole body trembled, he knew that the context was around his body, because ...... He's seen it!

The first person of Shuntian Confucianism and Taoism is a person with a cultural context, with fairy energy in every move, and the poems he writes are full of spirituality, unlike those made by mortals.

He never thought that Tang Feng could actually do it in context!

At this moment, Tang Feng's state was very wonderful, and the thirty-six veins turned into thirty-six true dragons, refining his body, removing the impurities in his body, and improving his physique a lot.

Not only that, but the thirty-six veins finally all penetrated into his right palm, and they were actually nourishing his spiritual veins, making his spiritual veins much stronger.

"Whew!"

Tang Feng woke up from a wonderful state, he was emotionally spurted just now, but he didn't expect to have such a wonderful effect, and at this moment he felt that he could smash the boulder with his bare hands without being injured.

Draining the impurities in his body, he felt thirsty, directly picked up the wine jug, raised his head and drank it, chic and uninhibited.

The middle-aged Confucian cultivator's gaze at Tang Feng became more and more respectful, this is the real Confucian cultivator, wandering and disregarding the worldly vision.

"The autumn breeze is clear, and the autumn moon is bright...... Enter my lovesick door, know that I am lovesick. ”

Tang Feng indulges in wine and sings, just like a true immortal in the sky, free and easy.

"Sauvignon Blanc is long-lasting, Sauvignon Blanc is endless. I knew it was so stumbling, how could I not know each other at the beginning. ”

Another wonderful poem came out of Tang Feng's mouth, and the middle-aged Confucian Xiu Kang Juming felt a little numb, they couldn't write a poem like this in their lives, but Tang Feng is good, good poetry is like cabbage, open your mouth.

"Poof. ”

Shen Lin couldn't stand it anymore, the qi and blood in his chest surged violently, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, staining his green shirt red.

If that poem "Queqiao Immortal" is enough to show that Tang Feng's poetry is higher than him, then these two later poems can definitely show that Tang Feng's poetry is ten thousand times stronger than him.

Because, Tang Feng's three masterpieces today are all poems made into a glass of wine.

"Such a poetic talent, I'm afraid only he who is the first person in Confucianism and Taoism can overpower it. ”

Shen Lin was bitter in his heart, he was arrogant, he had only lost once in his life, but that time he was convinced, because the other party was the first person in Shuntian Confucianism and Taoism, and he had achieved the context.

Today, however, he lost a second time, and this time he was won by a straw bale who was rated as one of the best losers.

"I am a desolate Confucian cultivator, and I am by no means a person of Basil!" Tang Feng looked at Shen Lin, his eyes were gloomy, without a trace of waves, but there was a kind of magic that took people's hearts.

Shen Lin felt unprecedented frustration, but he was still unwilling. He coughed up blood, staggered to Tang Feng's side, and sneered beside Tang Feng's ear:

"What if the poetry is higher than me? Aren't you going to be forced to marry and be a caged bird in the palace?"

With that, he threw up his sleeves and left, and the momentum of the artery realm around him forced the two sides of the one hundred and eighty desolate Confucian cultivators to retreat, making way for him.

Tang Feng looked at Shen Lin's back and didn't care, for him, Shen Lin was just a prey now, just a nourishment for his spiritual veins.

The context expelled a large amount of impurities around his body, and at the same time, it also dissolved most of the anger in his heart, and at this moment he felt slimy and uncomfortable.

"Let's go, Sister Wan. Tang Feng nodded at Xu Wan and signaled that he could go back to the Desolate Palace.

"Your Highness......" Ning Xiaomei whispered, but she didn't have the courage to say anything more.

Tang Feng, who had already walked to the gate, turned around, showed a warm smile, and said, "In the future, I will tell you the ending later." ”

Tang Feng walked out of the Shuiyue Pavilion, Kang Juming reacted at this time, rushed to the street first, and knelt down to the place where Tang Feng left.

"Confucian Xiu Kang Juming, send off His Royal Highness. ”

Not only Kang Juming, but the rest of the desolate Confucian cultivators without exception knelt down on most of the streets of Wutong Street outside the Shuiyue Pavilion, with a respectful expression.

Wutong Street, one hundred and eighty congratulations, one hundred and eighty Confucian slender kneeling.