To make a poem within three steps, even the world's famous artists may not be able to do it, but Ming Jiutian is here to make a lot of nonsense.

"Within three steps, I heard you right, right?" Shan Shengong couldn't believe it when he heard this.

"Three steps are three steps, and most of the half steps are considered to be Ben Shao's losses, but I said in advance, if Ben Shao does it, this matter will be revealed..."Ming Jiutian shrugged his shoulders and was ready.

When everyone heard this, they talked about it again, and even Shan Shengong lowered his head and pondered, obviously calculating the pros and cons.

"Okay, that's what you said...", Shan Shengong also became serious.

"Of course, since it is a three-step poem, how can it reflect the level of Ben Shao, a master of poetry who can scold, without a little difficulty? Please come up with a question..."Ming Jiutian said confidently.

The three-step poetry is not a difficult thing, it will only be done when Ming Jiutian is fifteen years old and he is idle and panicked, even if he hasn't played it for many years, but it will not be off the standard.

At this time, Ming Jiutian, who was ready to go, had a folding fan appear in Ming Jiutian's hand, shaking and shaking, looking really like a talented man who went out to study.

"Have the guts, okay..., since Miss Sanssouci said that you were with her all the time last night, let's take Miss Sanssouci as the topic..."Shan Shengong said with a sneer.

"You're so insidious, well... Although I haven't played like this for many years, I still have the cost of eating a small meal in this regard, so I heard it..."Ming Jiutian moved with a folding fan in his hand.

One step out, Ming Jiutian shook the paper fan, two steps out and shook the paper fan twice, and when the third step was taken, Ming Jiutian stopped, and at the same time the folding fan in his hand knocked on his forehead.

The onlookers have been observing Ming Jiutian's every move, and they are also doubting whether Ming Jiutian can make a poem within three steps, and even Yin Wuwu is waiting anxiously.

"Nightly Whisper... The moon shadow tip is out, and the lotus rain dew makes the face. The glow-in-the-dark water sleeves dance, graceful and heartbroken. It's like a hibiscus in September, and it's like a cuckoo singing in three springs. By asking who is the most beautiful in the Ten Realms, there is only worry-free reflection. In the last sentence, the paper fan in Ming Jiutian's hand was closed and turned to point to Yin Wuwu.

After reading the short eight lines of the poem, quiet... The audience was as quiet as death, and it seemed that everyone was recalling the flavor contained in this poem in their minds, only Ming Jiutian stood there with a smile on his face.

It seems that no one expected that the cooperation between Ming Jiutian and Yin Wuwu would be so seamless, as if it had been discussed a long time ago.

Zhu Qianqiu and Mr. Songhe looked at each other and smiled, turned around and left together, with these two people taking the lead, the crowd of onlookers also left one after another, and no one said a word during the whole process.

"What? Eight sentences is too little, do you want to come back to eight sentences? ”

Ming Jiutian shook the folding fan freely, and looked at Shan Shengong who still refused to leave with a smile on his face.

"Hmph... The mountains are high and the waters are long, let's see..."Shan Shengong threw down a cruel word and left with his minions.

After leaving Jinlan Garden, Shan Shengong couldn't wait to chase after Zhu Qianqiu, and didn't seem to understand why Zhu Qianqiu, as the leader of the alliance, left without saying a word.

"Alliance leader, why did you leave, you can just clean up that kid..."Shan Shengong asked reluctantly.

"Hehe... You forget, he is Zhuge Jinglun's student, and it has never been a rival in this regard, you have already lost from the beginning, and you have to be bored with yourself, it's really..."Zhu Qianqiu shook his head and didn't continue.

"But the alliance leader..."Shan Shengong wanted to say something more when he heard this.

"That's enough, the leader of this alliance is still the same sentence, be more restrained, if you want to die, don't involve my tenth realm..."Zhu Qianqiu suddenly shouted.

Seeing Zhu Qianqiu, who had already lost his temper, Shan Shengong could only choose to shut up, with his current strength, if he could compete with Zhu Qianqiu head-on, he would not have to unite so many forces.

On the other side, Yin Wuwu, who watched everyone leave, silently turned around and walked towards his residence.

Seeing this, Ming Jiutian could only grin and follow behind silently, not necessarily following, but just trying to figure out why Yin Wuwu wanted to help him regardless of his name.

"Did the poem you just read really come down in three steps?" Yin Wuwu suddenly turned around and asked.

"Of course, the ability to eat mixed rice can still be fake?" Ming Jiutian spread his hands and said.

"Have you ever seen Miss Ben in a floral dress?" Yin Wuwu asked.

"No..."Ming Jiutian shook his head.

"Have you ever seen Miss Ben dance?" Yin Wuwu shouted again and asked.

"Uh... Of course not, but you don't seem to know how to dance, do you?" muttered Ming Jiutian quietly.

"What did you say?" Yin Wuwu was even more unhappy when he heard this.

"It's nothing..."Ming Jiutian shook his head again.

"It's a ridiculous analogy, one will be compared to the September hibiscus, and the other will be compared to the three-spring azalea, Miss Ben is really that good?" Yin Wuwu seemed to be quite angry.

"Of course, who is better if you are not good?" Ming Jiutian shrugged.

Seeing Ming Jiutian talking and laughing, and at the same time not being afraid of boiling water and not being afraid of boiling water and the dead pig's appearance, Yin Wuwu could only brush his sleeves and close the door hard, leaving Ming Jiutian embarrassed for unknown reasons.

Thinking back to when he was still in Dongping Mansion, Ming Jiutian was also a well-known genius in ten miles and eight towns, and every time he chanted poetry, he didn't say that the crowd caused everyone from all walks of life to scream, but it was also a burst of eyebrows, but today it was the opposite on Yin Wuwu's body.

"Ha, you two shameless little ladies, if you don't leave, are you waiting for Ben Shao to scold you?"

Seeing that He Qian and Yan Lu, two femme fatales, were still standing there watching the excitement, Ming Jiutian finally found a punching bag.

"Hmph... I didn't expect that there was such a face hidden under someone's icy and jade appearance, and he was really taught..."Hearing Ming Jiutian's cheers, the two girls were also yin and yang.

"Hey, don't give your face, you two stinky and shameless snake and scorpion poisonous women, your face is wrinkled like a withered tree, and you have a face full of stinky tofu soup, you think you are beautiful and moving, but in fact you look ugly and vulgar like a hellish ghost, with green fangs, long hair on your chest, like an old cow, fat like a fat pig, elephant legs, bucket waist, blue skin and pimples on your face, sores on the top of your head, pus on the soles of your feet, children want to cry when they see it, men vomit when they see it, and they don't dare to go out when they see ghosts... Don't go, don't go if you have the ability..."Ming Jiutian stood in the open space outside and scolded the street with his throat.

You must know that this is only the general level of Ming Jiutian, and even half of the supreme realm is not even half, so you don't dare to squeak the two girls directly, so you can only run away in disgrace.

There is no way, there are two women on the other side, and Ming Jiutian still disdains to do it, but fortunately, Ming Jiutian's natural power is the first quarrel, and the Xuanxin Continent is recognized as the first quarrel king in the world.

"Even if you two run fast, if you dare to slander our family, be careful of your eighteenth generation ancestors..."

"You are enough for Ming Jiutian, who are you Miss Ben, and what is your relationship with Miss Ben? Don't forget your identity..."At this time, Yin Wuwu also shouted loudly in the room.

The scene was a little embarrassing, Ming Jiutian shrugged his shoulders and stopped talking, anyway, there was no one around, and no one saw it, and the bored Ming Jiutian could only go back to the bench and sit down.

After a while, Yin Wuwu, who had packed his bags, walked out of the room with Qin'er, ignored Ming Jiutian, and walked straight outside.

"Not leaving? Waiting for the Chinese New Year? It was the Qin Er in the back who whispered a reminder.

Ming Jiutian ignored this, this Tianzun Alliance's Dao Conference has ended, and it is time to go back, thinking of this, Ming Jiutian turned around and followed.