Follow the girl who led the way to the third floor, there are many fewer jewelry in the eye, but each piece of jewelry is protected in a transparent glass cup, which shows its preciousness.

These jewels are not like those on the second floor downstairs with clear prices, and the transparent glass jar only has some incomprehensible words written on it.

For example, rain, frost, autumn, moon, and so on.

The girl saw the confusion in Qin Feng's eyes, and explained with a smile: "Childe, can you see those words on the glass cup?" If you want to take away your favorite jewelry on this floor, you can do it without paying a penny.

But you have to write a poem based on that word.

If you write a poem, you can induce the glass cup to open, and the son can take away the jewelry inside. ”

Qin Feng's face showed a strange look, in this Valley of Hundred Flowers, he admires poetry so much?

That's the same with Yating, and so is this Bao Diexuan.

He strolled through the third floor, sweeping the jewels in the glass jar with a glance, most of which were not ordinary.

Some of them are not even jewelry, but treasures!

Qin Feng pointed to a treasure weapon and said in surprise: "This thing is also the same rule?" ”

The girl smiled and nodded: "As long as you can induce the glass cup to open, no matter what is in it, the son can take it, and we won't take a penny."

But if you can't open the glass cup, even if the son is willing to spend thousands of gold, ten thousand gold, we will not sell it.

This is the rule of the third floor of Bao Diexuan. ”

Qin Feng understood, and then walked towards the depths of the third layer, and soon, he was attracted by a white hosta.

This hosta is snow-white, with a faint blue pattern like water waves.

The overall shape resembles a sword, without too much cumbersome decoration.

Although it is simple, it makes people feel deeply attracted by it at a glance.

And just by looking at it, Qin Feng decided that this was the best gift for his own lady!

He even seemed to have seen that the lady was wearing this hosta on her head, and she was smiling slightly at the hair in her ears!

"That's it!" Qin Feng said excitedly, and then glanced down at the glass cup, which had two words written on it—beauty.

Shixian couldn't help it, for the sake of my mother, copy ...... Uh-huh, I'll borrow your poems.

Thinking like this, Qin Feng wanted to put pen to paper.

However, the pretty girl on the side reminded loudly: "Son, slow down." ”

"What? Are you going to repent? Black Charcoal asked with a frown.

Qin Feng also tilted his head, revealing a curious gaze.

"Where did this adult say, this rule was set, where is there a reason to regret it, it's just that I want to remind my son of some things.

In fact, this piece of jewelry has also been favored by many people before, but those people, without exception, returned in the end. ”

Xing Sheng didn't care, and said confidently: "They are not talented enough to write poems to trigger the glass cup to open, so naturally they can only do this, but my uncle is not comparable to them." ”

The girl smiled and responded: "What the adults said is that your son-in-law is not an ordinary person at first glance, but what I want to say is actually another thing."

When the two of them enter the Valley of Hundred Flowers, they will definitely pass through the elegant court, but have you seen the gold-framed scroll of poems? ”

"You're talking about the crown of poetry?" Qin Feng asked.

"It seems that the son has seen it, and he doesn't hide it from the son, but in fact, the young man who wrote the poem also took a fancy to this hosta." There was an overtone in the girl's words.

The black charcoal head's expression changed slightly, although he danced with knives and guns all day long, and he didn't understand poetry, but the person who can write the crown of poetry must not be bad in terms of literary style.

But even such a person failed to take away this hosta, which shows how difficult it is.

Tilting his head and looking to the side, seeing that his uncle was slightly raised, Xing Sheng said stiffly: "So what, that person can't take it, and it doesn't mean that my aunt can't take it away." ”

The girl shook her head slightly, she didn't know how many times she had encountered such a situation, so she directly talked about the key points: "At the beginning, the young man put pen to paper and wrote poems, but he failed to lead the glass cup to open, and he was quite unconvinced.

I felt that we were a big bully in our Baodiexuan store, and in desperation, we found the shopkeeper.

However, our shopkeeper has a strong temper......"

At this point, the girl seemed to think of something, sighed, and then explained the reason.

It turned out that the young man who wrote the crown of the poem was righteous in his words, saying that he could lead the flowers of Yating to bloom, how could he not open a glass cup.

When the shopkeeper of Bao Diexuan heard this, he bluntly said that the young man's poetry and kung fu were not yet at home, but they were in vain.

What if you want to open the glass cup of the hosta, you must at least attract the Yating flowers to bloom ninety, or even ten!

The young man is speechless, throughout the ages, who can write such a poem?

The matter became bigger and bigger, and finally attracted the sect master of the Hundred Flowers Sect.

Seeing that neither side would give in to this matter, the sect master thought of a solution.

Yating was originally a treasure under the Hundred Flowers Sect, and the sect master established a connection between the glass cup of the hosta and Yating.

And threatened that in the future, the glass cup of the hosta will mention the poem, which is also equivalent to the poem for Yating.

If the poems that can lead the glass cup to open can indeed make the flowers bloom more than eighty percent, it means that the poetry skills of young people are not yet at home.

As soon as this method was said, the shopkeeper of Bao Die Xuan immediately responded.

But the young man was still not convinced, if no one could open the glass cup, wouldn't he never be able to confirm this statement?

However, in the end, the young man still gave the Hundred Flowers Sect Master a face, and he no longer bothered about this matter.

After Qin Feng heard this, he raised his eyebrows: "In other words, if I give this glass cup a poem, it will also be revealed in Yating?" ”

"Yes, Childe." The girl bowed slightly.

In fact, she also had a good impression of Qin Feng, so she reminded her here.

After all, except for the young man who had some poetic talents, the rest of the people who came to the third layer were mostly half a bucket of water swaying there, and the poems they wrote could be said to be unsightly.

It's okay to be embarrassed here, but it's too embarrassing to be embarrassed to be thrown in public.

Qin Feng saw the girl's thoughts, and said with a smile: "Thank you for reminding me." ”

"Childe doesn't have to say thank you." The girl breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the other party had retreated, but was surprised to find that the handsome boy in black had actually picked up the pen again.

"Childe, you?"

"I'm sorry, I'm very happy about this hosta, so I still want to try it."

The girl sighed when she heard this: "In that case, please take care of the child." ”

She only hopes that the poems written by the boy in front of her can reach one-twelfth of his appearance.

In that case, at least on face, you can barely get by.

Qin Feng lifted the pen, exhaled a breath, and then swayed his pen and ink wantonly under the white scroll on the side of the glass cup.

I saw—

"Clouds want clothes, flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon.

If it weren't for the jade mountain, it would meet Yaotai under the moon. ”

The girl always stared at the tip of Qin Feng's pen, her expression constantly changing.

At first, she was still a little surprised, and then there was surprise and expectation in her eyes, until the moment the last line of the poem was written, she only felt shocked in her heart and her scalp was numb.

There is such a beautiful poem in the world!

And the black charcoal head on the side also widened his eyes, and goosebumps all over his body.

He is a martial artist, he has no culture, and he can't say anything decent about it.

I just want to sigh in my heart -, my uncle is awesome.

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