Old Puff?

Singled out?

Yang Buhe's calm face was flushed, no one dared to say such a thing in front of him for many years!

"Boy, do you know what you're talking about?" Yang Buhe's eyes were deep and looked at Ye Ming.

Ye Ming walked over with his head raised and smiled slightly: "What, are you afraid?" ”

"Hmph, the old man is afraid that you will faint too quickly and will not remember the feeling of being beaten!" Yang Bu and the fishing rod in his hand suddenly fell against Ye Ming's side!

Rumble!

The mud splattered, and a foot-deep ravine appeared in the ground, until it spread out into the distance.

Ye Ming stood in place, not even reacting.

If it really pulls on himself at this time, I am afraid that I will be killed on the spot, and I can't help but break out in a cold sweat when I think of it.

"Is it more than that?" Yang Buyu snorted.

From beginning to end, he just regarded Ye Ming as a bold junior in his heart, and in the face of this kind of person, it was not worth his real anger.

Ye Ming took a deep breath to adjust his mood, and said loudly: "Who said that he wants to compare his cultivation with you, Ye someone wants to compare with you!" ”

Wenbi?

Yang Buhe burst out laughing.

"Young people don't know the height of the sky, do you know what the old man's nickname was when he was young?"

"What's it called?" Ye Ming was puzzled.

"The literati in Kyushu all call the old man Yang Erlang!" Yang Buhe said proudly.

"Yang Erlang? Is it because you're comparing two? ”

Yang Buhe's face was black, but he still explained with a pressed face: "At the beginning, Li Qinglian, the ancestor of my Qianyun Island Founding Sect, was known as the first person in the ancient literature, and the old man was also quite accomplished in this area, so the people in the world ranked the old man second, so he was called Yang Erlang!" ”

When Yang Buhe mentioned this, his face was full of smugness, this incident made him even more proud than his achievements in cultivation!

"You can rank second because no one in the world has seen my Ye Ming's literary brilliance!" Ye Ming said confidently.

"What a haughty boy!" Yang Buhe actually laughed out loud, "Are you saying that your kid was born decades early, and the second is you?!" ”

Ye Ming shook his head, "No, no, the second is the ancestor Li Qinglian, and the first is below!" ”

Yang Buhe's face changed when he heard this, and he stood up with a sigh, and the rain hanging on his coat bloomed into a flower shape.

"Boy, you're not confident, you're committing suicide!"

As he spoke, the bamboo pole in his hand snapped on Ye Ming's shoulder, full of threat.

Ancestor Li Qinglian is a god-like existence in his heart, and he just looks down on himself, and dares to insult his idol!

Yang Bu and the young man who has already made up his mind to clean up this wild talk so that he can remember it for a long time!

"What, you can't afford to play, can you? Do you dare to make a bet with me?! Ye Ming's face did not change, and he asked with his neck raised.

"What bet?" Yang Buyu frowned.

"Mr. Yang, you and I each write a poem, if I win, you will teach me your own exercises!" Ye Ming said calmly and began to trick Yang Buhe.

"Hmph, what if you lose?!" Yang Buhe pressed down on the bamboo pole that was on Ye Ming's shoulder.

"If I lose, I'll give Mr. Yang a creation!"

Yang didn't laugh angrily, what is my identity Yang someone, I can use you to send the creation? !

"What, Mr. Yang doesn't believe it?" Ye Ming raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Do you believe it yourself?"

Ye Ming pouted, "Of course, if I lose, I will personally send Mr. Yang into the Twelve Realms, if I violate this word, the sky will thunder, and I will never be able to turn over!" ”

Yang Bu's body was shocked, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, "What a big breath, the old man has been trapped in the Eleventh Realm for decades, and he has consulted countless seniors and masters, but there is no way, just rely on you?!" ”

Ye Ming nodded, "I have made a bet with Mr. Yang with my life, so I naturally have the confidence to fulfill my promise!" ”

When I checked Yang Buhe's attribute panel before, I found that his potential value was stuck at 1198.

It stands to reason that Yang Bu would be able to cultivate to the late stage of the Eleventh Realm in this lifetime.

However, he only needs to move his fingers a little to make him change his life against the sky and step into the Twelve Realms, what is impossible for others to accomplish is simply easy for him!

Yang Bu's eyes flickered, and finally put down the bamboo pole in his hand, "If you break your promise, you don't need the sky to thunder, and the old man will accept you!" ”

Ye Ming smiled slightly, "Please ask Mr. Yang to ask for the question!" ”

Yang Buhe glanced at Ye Ming, who was soaked and embarrassed, and sneered: "Then you and I will each write an essay on the topic of your arrogant and domineering attitude of not knowing how to respect your predecessors." ”

Ye Ming frowned, this old man obviously looked down on himself, and took this opportunity to let himself write poems to depreciate himself.

But the words have been spoken, and there is no reason to take it back.

"Okay, let's take the next question, is Mr. Yang coming first or me coming first?"

Yang Buhe snorted, put his hands behind his back, and slowly recited:

Rats have skin, but people have no etiquette.

If people have no ceremony, what is it to not die?

Rats have teeth, but people have no end.

People are endless, why not die?

The rat has a body, but the human is rude.

People are rude, and Hu is not going to die?

A poem, looking at Ye Ming meaningfully, it seemed to be both showy and mocking.

Ye Ming smiled bitterly, this old man's mouth is really poisonous, seeing that I am embarrassed, he belittled me to the point that I am not even as good as a mouse.

No appearance, no shame, no etiquette!

It is even said that it is better to be a man like this than to die and count the ball!

"The old man wants to see what kind of creation you can give!" Yang Buyu said with a glare.

Ye Ming shook his head disapprenousively, "Does Mr. Yang think he has won?" ”

"Or else?"

"Dare to ask Mr. Yang who he knows about Li Bai?" Ye Ming suddenly asked.

"I don't know, you don't want to cling to the old man, the old man doesn't eat this!" Yang Buyu glanced at him.

Ye Ming chuckled, that's good, as long as the ancestor Li Qinglian and Li Bai are not the same person!

"Mr. Yang, listen up!" , Ye Ming cleared his throat, and also followed Yang Buhe's appearance and put his hands behind his back, and recited aloud against the wind and rain:

Dapeng rose with the wind one day and soared up to 90,000 miles.

If the wind stops, it can still be dusted but the water is clear.

When the world saw my constant tune, they all sneered when they heard Yu Dayan.

Qinglian can still be afraid of the next generation, and her husband is not young!

Quiescence......

All I could hear was the sound of wind and rain.

Ye Ming and Yang Buhe all stood in place and did not move.

Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter in the distance, "Yang Sanlang, you lost!" ”

Ye Ming turned his head unexpectedly, only to see Roaring Sky walking slowly over stepping on the rain.

"Alas......"

Yang Buhe's face changed, and finally let out a sigh unwillingly.

Looking at Ye Ming with complicated eyes, there was shock, helplessness, and more appreciation!

As soon as this poem came out, it completely slapped his old face.

I don't have much to say about the ambition of the first two sentences, especially the last one.

Ancestor Qinglian has said that the afterlife is terrifying, how can the eldest husband despise the young man?!