In the battle of literature and Taoism, the winner takes all.

Those talents were plundered by Lang Yu'er, but now they were all snatched away by Xu Yuan with a more clever poetic work.

One report and one report.

However, Xu Yuan didn't look down on these talents.

Because these talents are mixed, they come from different scholars.

Talent is not a simple true element, but contains the complex power of other people's understanding of literature.

If you accept the talents of others, you must bear the corresponding impact of thinking.

Xu Yuan naturally wouldn't let those people's dross thoughts enter his mind for this kind of talent.

Fang just said that real literary masters have always had a belief in their own talents, and they have never been pretended to be in the hands of others.

Therefore, as soon as Xu Yuan waved his hand, all the massive talent was infused into Zhou Xiaocheng's body.

Immediately after, Xu Yuan patted Zhou Xiaocheng's head and sealed those talents with Zhenyuan.

The talents of others are certainly influenced by them.

However, as long as you stick to yourself and use time to refine, you can also take its essence and remove its dross. Just like Xu Yuan can also resolve the negative impact of the Inner Dan through cultivation and polishing.

In the future, if Zhou Xiaocheng polishes his thinking carefully, he will be able to absorb all the talents of Fang Cai without being affected by the other impacts brought by his talents.

Suddenly, Zhou Xiaocheng's own talent skyrocketed, and even Xu Yuan's fiery eyes could already see that a white light rose from the top of his head, eight inches high.

It's only eight inches tall.

This is already a talent for many.

"Mr. Xu, I feel that my brain is hot, and I seem to have figured out a lot of things." Zhou Xiaocheng looked at Xu Yuan, his eyes clear.

"If you figure it out, do it, and believe in yourself." Xu Yuan nodded at Zhou Xiaocheng.

The next moment, Zhou Xiaocheng seemed to be encouraged, and said, "Boss, please give me a basket box, I want to pack some things and go back to my father...... I can't be a son who eats and drinks in the sea outside, but makes my father and mother hungry! ”

Hua Lao Bustard looked embarrassed, can he still have this kind of request?

To tell the truth, they've all come to visit the shakers, who dares to let their parents know?

Why don't you bring something back?

And don't you think you're losing face by doing so?

Surrounded by so many beautiful women, all looking at you, are you embarrassed to pack up and take things away?

Zhou Xiaocheng looked at the dusty women around him and smiled: "Beautiful sisters, you can help me pretend to be one, I can't pretend it alone...... yes, that chicken leg over there...... And that vinegared fish, be careful, don't let the fish fall apart, well, thank you, sister...... ...... over there"

Zhou Xiaocheng broke the concept in his heart and went with his heart, obviously doing something that seemed stingy in the eyes of others, but he did it, not to mention how atmospheric it was.

Plus he has a sweet mouth, and those wind and dust sisters like it tightly.

After a few young ladies helped him pack the meal, they also took the opportunity to kiss him on the cheek, not to mention how happy he was.

As a result, the atmosphere of the scene changed completely.

Only Lang Yu'er was alone trembling and looking at the broken Liuyun Pen.

She knew she was finished.

This is what her son-in-law explained to her, and now she has done it.

How did she explain to Childe?

"Imp, kill him! Kill that Xu Yuan! Lang Yu'er whispered, her face disgusting.

However...... There was no response for a while.

If she could go to the top floor, she would find a painting floating in the air on the roof of the building below the moon.

It depicts a wooden tall building, with lights on the third floor, and many people drinking and having fun inside.

Among them, there was a woman with a blue-faced and fanged imp on her shoulder.

The whole painting is black and white, only the little ghost, vivid, red and green.

There are paintings in the poems, and there are poems in the paintings.

In and out of the picture screen, naturally the little ghost has been collected.

This night, Xu Yuan and Zhou Xiaocheng wasted their strength before they got out of the lower part of the moon.

Because according to the rules, as the one who overwhelms the crowd, Xu Yuan can be accompanied by any beautiful woman in the next place of the moon for the night.

Considering Xu Yuan's appearance and talent, the women below have crowded to the third floor for the whole month, and they all don't want to be selected by the handsome and dashing and suave Xu Gongzi.

However, Xu Yuan kept waving his hand, and he didn't choose any of them.

Is this worth it?

When this is spread, isn't it saying that the girls in the lower part of the moon have no ability, and they can't keep the talented people who are even mouthful?

After a month of coming down, I can't find a girl who is enough to satisfy Xu Gongzi?

Hua Lao Bustard almost cried urgently, and his reputation for decades was ruined!

In the end, Xu Yuan finally got out on the grounds that he wanted to send Zhou Xiaocheng home.

This also made the girls in the next place cry.

One by one, they cried and shouted Xu Gongzi's name.

I don't know, I thought something had happened between Xu Yuan and these dozens of women.

Coincidentally, someone wanted to eat sweet and ordered a few servings of morom.

Xi Shi, who came to deliver the mash, heard the name of Xu Yuan, the son of Xu Yuan, who was in the mouth of those dusty women, and was so angry that he couldn't wait to add more water to the mash.

A group of little prodigal hooves, you are also worthy of being called Xu Gongzi Xu Gongzi?

That...... That's the first thing I found out!

But when he thought of the graceful girl Arlo, he could only sigh again.

That's right, after seeing Miss Aluo, let alone Xu Yuan and Xu Gongzi, even she felt that the dozens of wind and dust girls in the lower part of the moon were unlawful.

And so ...... In the eyes of Xu Gongzi, he is also ...... Is it difficult to get into the level of the Dharma?

Mash Shih Tzu, who figured this out, was heartbroken and added more water to the mash.

True love can't be chased, so concentrate on making money.

Anyway, none of these people who came to Fireworks Willow Lane to have fun really ate the mash with their hearts, and they couldn't eat it at all with water or not, and they all knew that they were blindly eating the tofu of those dusty women.

It's also a waste to give them a good moromi slag.

Hum!

……

After sending Zhou Xiaocheng home overnight, Xu Yuan returned to Moxiang's private school.

In the early morning of the second day, he saw Zhang Zhenren who was practicing in the morning, so he said: "Master, I have something unclear, and I ask Master to solve my doubts." ”

Zhang Zhenren nodded while slowly playing an unknown boxing technique.

Xu Yuan also stood beside Zhang Zhenren, played Tai Chi, and then asked: "I only learned yesterday that this literati and ink artist actually has the blessing of talent. That talent is like aura, and it is not an extraordinary thing, I don't know what the use is? Why haven't I seen it before? ”

Zhang Zhenren looked at Xu Yuan's movements and learned them, and said after a move of the white crane flashing its wings: "That's because there are no really talented and knowledgeable people in Luzhen." ”

"The great Confucian, who is really in the hall of Wendao, follows the law with his words, and his every move can lead to Wendao to follow. Talent is like beacon fire, and it is also infinitely useful. ”

"In this world, most of them are like this. You and I are cultivators, we are cultivating the Tao, and we are collecting the aura of heaven and earth. ”

"For those who cultivate the body, they swallow the essence of the blood and blood, and the power of the qi and blood can also move mountains and reclaim the sea."

"And the monk of Wendao, what he cultivates is that literary heart, and the strength of the cultivation depends largely on each other's talents."

"There is a great Confucian who speaks like thunder, and reciting poems is comparable to a spell, and a single stroke can kill thousands of evil demons."

After Zhang Zhenren finished speaking, Xu Yuan nodded, and then suddenly woke up: "One stroke can kill thousands of demons?" This ......"

Zhang Zhenren smiled slightly, nodded and said, "That's right, your Qingyun sword post is like this." Although Li Fangge opened up the Sword Sect and wiped out the rolling thunder with one sword, he still has a title in the Daye Dynasty, and that is Lord Wenzong! ”

"One person, one Wenzong, one person, one mountain gate!"