At night, the cruise ships in the lake in the center of the city are compared, and the people on the lakeside are in groups of three or five, looking at a stone bridge extending to the center of the lake from time to time in the chat.

The stone bridge is about 100 steps long, and there is a pavilion at the end, called the Lake Center Pavilion.

At this time, on the stone bridge, every ten steps and a post, are guarded by a masked woman with a beautiful posture.

And the entire Lake Center Pavilion is completely shrouded in a layer of white veil.

At the entrance of the stone bridge, young men and women from all walks of life who are preparing to run for the election gather early.

Some of them are rich, while others are lustful.

"Is it true that this martial arts conference, the Qianning girl of the Disorderly Chamber of Commerce is here?"

"I heard that Qianning girl looks like a fairy, but she is no worse than Miss Ye Lan, I can see her, I have no regrets on this trip!"

Several young people were talking and laughing, and they couldn't help but look at the lake pavilion in the distance.

But when the words fell, he was hit by the white-eyed woman beside him, "Don't dream, you better think about it first, how to pass this hundred steps and climb the city pavilion." ”

Mu Fan came outside the crowd and talked noisily.

Ye Xiaotian stopped with this and said to Brother Mu Fan: "Brother Mu, come on!"

Obviously, not ready to get involved.

Mu Fan rolled his eyes, unwilling to pay attention to this penniless poor ghost, and squeezed into the crowd alone.

At this moment, the Miaoman woman who was guarding the entrance of the stone road twisted her waist and took two steps forward to speak, interrupting the noise.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the first level of the martial arts conference, use martial arts as lyrics, and those who pass will take ten steps forward. Refuse, exit. ”

There is only one chance to write lyrics with martial arts.

Everyone was cautious and bowed their heads in contemplation.

There is an anchor who can't help stepping forward, but it is clear that there is some artistic conception between the words. But the two sentences were still vetoed by the woman's shake.

All of a sudden, everyone's faces were in trouble, and no one was taking the lead.

At this time, a poem came in from outside the crowd. "The martial arts slit evaluates victory or defeat, and the ten thousand laws burn the embers to discuss the heroes. ”

The words reveal domineering, quite a post-war dictatorship.

"Good words, ten steps forward. Before she saw anyone, she spoke with satisfaction.

And everyone couldn't help but praise it.

When he recalled, he looked at it and took the initiative to make a way.

Who is the person who gave the message?

It was the young sect master of the Yangwu Sect, Zhao Yu.

When everyone saw it, they praised it even more.

And I don't know if Zhao Yu deliberately, or just happened to pass by.

In the vacated road, there was only one person who did not give an inch.

It was Mu Fan, who was full of contempt.

Behind Zhao Yu, a group of spring girls led by Sun Jing followed, which can be described as being trapped in flowers, which makes people jealous.

"Brother Shepherd, can you let me go, it's in the way. Zhao Yu stood still in front of Mu Fan, his aura was extraordinary, and he was confident and charming.

In contrast, the shepherd, as his name suggests, looks ordinary, is not freshly dressed, looks like a passerby, and even makes people ignore it.

And everyone was scolding: who is so short-sighted.

But after hearing the name Mu Fan, no one dared to speak.

Because this rat generation, whom everyone in the city is ashamed of, only returned to the city for three days, and did what they did not dare to do in their lives.

This is like a rat, and he is clearly a madman.

Although the young people were jealous, the women behind Zhao Yu were not impressed, and their disgust and hatred even burned Mu Fan to death.

"No talent is still in the way, and dogs are not as good. Sun Jing's eyes were resentful, and he ridiculed Mu Fan, attracting a group of warblers and Yanyan to echo him.

Mu Fan doesn't care about women.

That's weird!

He was even more vicious, covered his mouth and nose, looked at Zhao Yu and frowned: "I said why did I ask from afar, it turned out that you came." ”

In a word, scolded a group of people.

made a group of women behind Zhao Yu angry, and also embarrassed many men around.

This grandson's mouth is even more powerful than that of a shrew.

"Zhao Yu, what's the point of stealing such words?" Mu Fan's thin lips opened lightly, and his gaze swept towards the darkness in the distance, extremely disdainful.

The latter's eyes flashed a hint of gloom, pretending to ignore it, and said with a smile: "Brother Mu still thinks about how to compose lyrics, and he can't pass this level even if he gets in the way." ”

As she spoke, Sun Jing and other angry women also echoed.

"Go back quickly, rats who have made holes, don't come out to see the light and make people angry. ”

"That is, the ruffian of the mountains, how can he have the ability to compose lyrics?"

The sound of ridicule was all over the sky, and even made all the young people watching the play break into a cold sweat.

I just feel that if I change my mind and be scolded like this, I am afraid that I will already have no place to be ashamed and flee with my face.

But who is Mu Fan?

High-achieving students, what they have in their minds is a thesaurus of 5,000 years up and down in China.

Although I know that my experience is limited, it is difficult to write lyrics.

But copy!

Who wouldn't?!

Therefore, this insult is simply self-inflicted.

"Zhao Yu, the reason why I didn't let it is because your words are not qualified to walk in front of me. Mu Fan said leisurely, even as it should be.

After a pause, he continued: "And not only you, but everyone present is not qualified. ”

At this moment, he was arrogant enough.

This is the pride of being a Chinese people, the capital of a Chinese life, and a privilege!

One sentence caused public outrage.

And before the crowd could attack, Mu Fan left a proud gaze, stepped forward, step by step, and chanted: "Kill one person in ten steps, don't stay for a thousand miles, go to the clothes after the incident, and hide your body and name." ”

Quatrains!

The sharp killing intent, indifferent to fame and fortune.

Four sentences came out, and the audience was shocked.

Even the Miaoman woman couldn't help but whisper, looked at Mu Fan who walked in front of her, and said, "Childe, did you make this word?"

"It's not. Mu Fan simply vetoed it, without dragging his feet in the slightest.

Aren't you still so crazy?!

Everyone was stunned, and they scolded him for being shameful and stealing other people's words.

Because it was the women behind Zhao Yu, Mu Fan was scolded incompletely.

However, Mu Fan didn't care at all, but looked at Zhao Yu with a wicked smile, which didn't mean anything.

"Childe, the word is not created by oneself, and it cannot be passed. The woman's eyes also showed a little disappointment, and she shook her head and vetoed Mu Fan.

As soon as the woman's voice fell, she heard Mu Fan saying: "I smiled at the sky from the horizontal knife, and went to leave the liver and gallbladder two Kunlun." ”

This...

It's a quatrain again!

The woman's eyes showed a different color.

But when he heard it, Mu Fan's voice did not stop, and he said again: "One body has fought for three thousand miles, and one sword has been used as tens of millions of divisions." ”

"Childe, please take ten steps further. The woman bowed down to send the invitation, not even caring if the word was made by Mu Fan.

At this moment, she didn't believe that this quatrain, which should have been passed down for centuries, would be hidden in one person's body and plagiarized.

The first person to clear the customs, Mu Fan!

pressed Zhao Yu behind him.

Everyone was stunned, their faces hurt, and they even felt that their heads were big.

Because there is such a thing as a quatrain, once it appears.

In the future, when they give speeches, there will be a few who can enter the ears of women.

This invisibly raises the difficulty to the top.

Mu Fan took a step and walked towards the next woman, leaving a lonely back.

And Zhao Yu followed closely.

"Look at the way I look at me, it's very uncultured. Mu Fan didn't look back, and spoke coldly.

Zhao Yu, on the other hand, lowered his voice and said, "Mu Fan, I don't know how you climbed up from Qingfeng Cold Lake, but this time, Ben Shao will definitely not let you die too happily." ”

As he spoke, his voice became more and more hideous: "You like Ye Lan, after you have had enough, you can be merciful and send you over there." ”

Hearing this, Mu Fan stood still.

He turned around, as if he was not angered by Zhao Yu's filthy words, his dark eyes were like an abyss, staring at Zhao Yu, and said calmly: "You can't marry her, and you're destined to die, don't think too much." ”

Fighting a dead man?

Mu Fan felt that it was meaningless.

"Bastard, let's see, who's going to die. Zhao Yu's eyes were gloomy, away from the crowd, wantonly releasing his inherent anger.

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