The crowd turned their heads to look.

I saw an ordinary young man, laughing wildly there, and even the food in his mouth squirted out.

Zhang Feng drank water and breathed smoothly, while waving his hand and said, "Don't look at me, keep continuing, I just couldn't hold back for a while...... Poof, hahahaha. ”

Zhang Feng never expected it!

This is especially singing about love trading!

Zhang Feng began to wonder if this Liu Yaohe had crossed over like himself!

I, Zhang Feng, have been professionally trained, and I generally don't laugh, but I can ...... I can't help it!

A group of future Confucians are here to discuss poetry, what a high artistic conception it is, and as a result, they sang about love and trade, and they applauded here!

This is simply the earth to the to

Mr. Y's sense of déjà vu in a meeting!

"Boy, I've put up with you for a long time, are you looking for death?" Murong Feng was the first to hold back and stood up suddenly.

Murong Feng was obviously the leader of these rich children, and as soon as he had a seizure, the other teenagers also followed.

"That is, what kind of thing are you, dare to comment on Miss Liu Yaohe?"

"She is an outer disciple of the Tianji Sect! She is a poetic genius who is likely to get a glimpse of the Great Dao with poetry in the future, and an ordinary person like you dare to laugh at her?"

"You just don't have the talent and you have to pretend!"

"Do you know poetry? Huh?"

"Don't think that you are powerful when you take out a handful of spirit stones! Our Yin Yang Dynasty pays attention to connotation, and it is the perception of heaven and earth! You, a monk who has no connotation and only knows how to fight and kill, dare to talk about poetry and Taoism?!"

That's right, in the Yin Yang Dynasty, monks are not supreme immortals.

But...... only knows how to fight and kill, and there is no connotation.

Uneducated monks, at the bottom of the chain of contempt, are like simple-minded orangutans with well-developed limbs, and they are of no use except to be able to fight at all.

It is said that the strong are respected, but in the learning atmosphere of the Yin and Yang Dynasty and under the influence of Tianjimen, everyone feels that knowledge is power...... And Zhang Feng wondered, obviously strength is power......

Just when everyone was indignant and condemned Zhang Feng, Huo Linglong and Lan Yun were about to make a move.

"I think it's a good name for a poem. Liu Yaohe looked at Zhang Feng thoughtfully.

At this moment, the audience was silent, and the teenagers who were still criticizing Zhang Feng didn't know what to say.

Murong Feng gritted his teeth fiercely: "Miss Liu, don't be deceived by this person!"

"It is said that the sea water cannot be measured, and real people cannot be disguised. But it's true that there is poetry and calligraphy in the belly, and the people I have seen who read books have a poetry and calligraphy atmosphere, this person is so ordinary, it can't be a talented person who learns at all!"

"He's just talking nonsense!" Murong Feng glared at Zhang Feng fiercely.

"I think he's really literate. Liu Yaohe smiled slightly.

"Wencai?" Murong Feng suddenly sneered, "Why don't I try it with this person, if this person can say poems that are better than mine, he is really literate!"

"Boy, do you dare?" Murong Feng looked at Zhang Feng with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Feng was silent for a moment: "What if you lose?"

"Will I lose?hahaha, will I lose?" Murong Feng laughed.

The other teenagers couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Brother Murong Feng is the most cultured person among us, how could he lose?"

"This kid is overestimating himself!"

"Brother Murong Feng is a great Confucian in the future! Could it be that he is still a holy master?

Murong Feng's face turned red with a smile, and he waved his hand: "Okay, if I lose, I'll treat you to this meal!"

When Zhang Feng heard this, he nodded, and said seriously: "Words count." ”

Zhang Feng looked at Murong Feng, who was full of confidence, and couldn't help but sigh: What a good person.

Pretending to order food by himself, he still pays for himself when he turns around. Where to find such a good thing?

Murong Feng looked at Zhang Feng with a serious face, and a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He felt that he was very clever and wise.

This person is so mediocre, how can he compare to himself?

It's okay, since Liu Yaohe thinks that this talent is high, then he will use his talent to defeat him!

In this way, Miss Liu will definitely be impressed by her talent!

And Zhang Feng looked at Murong Feng with a kind smile on his face.

This brave young man wants to compare poetry with himself, a holy teacher......

The Li Mi Confucian, who once praised you, was mentioned to the realm of Confucianism by me in one sentence......

I'm sorry, it's me Zhang Feng who is too low-key.

"Say, how can you compare?" Zhang Feng stood up.

"How about making a poem with this rain!" Murong Feng pointed to the rain outside the window, "I'll come first!"

After speaking, Murong Feng cleared his throat.

Under the gaze of everyone, he felt that his thoughts were springing up, and his thinking was more agile than ever.

He glanced at Zhang Feng proudly, shook his hair handsomely, and said in a low voice: "It's raining heavily, one by one black clouds!"

"Woo woo woo northwest wind, be careful not to catch a cold!"

When he said the last sentence Don't catch a cold, he deliberately turned his head and looked at Liu Yaohe affectionately.

For a while, the rich teenagers present applauded vigorously again!

"What a poem! Not only is the writing good, but also very appropriate!"

"And it's very rhyming and neat!

"Especially at the end, the words full of care make people feel even more gentle, Brother Murong is really a gentle person!"

"What do you know, this is Brother Murong's advice to Miss Liu, this is a strong love!"

Murong Feng looked at Liu Yaohe gently, but after seeing that Liu Yaohe was indifferent to this, he still turned his head to look at Zhang Feng and said proudly: "Are you afraid?"

Zhang Feng: "......"

Where the hell does this self-confidence come from?

Zhang Feng originally wanted to find a poem, but now in the face of this kind of player, Zhang Feng didn't bother to think about it anymore, and directly chose a random poem.

Of course, Zhang Feng was mainly afraid that he would be the same as the last time he compared poems with others, and he worked hard to choose a poem, but the other side couldn't understand it...... For a player of this level of education, I really can't understand the poems that are too esoteric......

This is illiterate!

Zhang Feng has completely despaired of the cultural level of this world.

He felt that if he had the opportunity, he would have to popularize the nine-year compulsory education, and even if he was a monk who called for wind and rain, he would have to carry a small schoolbag to school for me and stay up late at night to write homework.

"Boy, have you thought about it?" Murong Feng saw that Zhang Feng was silent, and sneered at the moment, "Are you shocked by my talent, and feel ignorance and fear?"

Zhang Feng: "......"

This ** self-confidence......

If you're on Earth, you won't even be able to finish elementary school, right?

Zhang Feng got up slowly, walked to the window under the ridicule of everyone, looked at the picture of the boundless raindrops falling and washing the mountains and fields outside the city, and slowly spoke: "The level of the willows and the green river,

Hear the sound of singing on the river.

The sun rises in the east and rains in the west,

The Tao is sunny but sunny. ”

Zhang Feng is very confident.

This poem is the seven uniques of the great poet Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty, which is more than enough to deal with these primary school students.

Sure enough, as soon as this poem came out, the faces of those teenagers changed slightly.

"This poem is extraordinarily neat...... It's all seven words!"

The sun rises in the east, and it is still raining in the west. ”

"Wait, there is even a faint feeling mixed in here......! By the way, this is to say, it is said that there is no emotion, but in fact there are feelings! This is a subtle show of love with Miss Liu Yaohe!

"This kind of talent is astounding!"

"One thing to say, this poem is completely better than Brother Murong's poem!"

Liu Yaohe, who had politely rejected Murong Feng before, looked at Zhang Feng with a slightly red face at this time, and said in a low voice: "The Tao is ruthless and affectionate...... He actually used this kind of poetry to show love to me...... I...... He ......"

Liu Yaohe's breathing was slightly short, her eyes gradually blurred, the deer in her heart collided, and a wonderful feeling appeared in her already blank brain.

It's really this poem, it's great.

She has been completely attracted by this ruthless and affectionate hazy feeling.

As a talented woman, her favorite and most desirable thing is this kind of confession full of talent.

Zhang Feng's poem hit her soft underbelly.

At the same time, Lan Yun, Huo Linglong, and Xiao Yu also had a fascinating smile on their faces.

Lan Yun muttered, "Senior brother, I was really touched to secretly make this poem for me. Tonight, I must go to my brother's room to have an in-depth discussion with him and discuss poetry. ”

Huo Linglong's face was flushed: "It's really ashamed, senior brother actually told me in public...... I hate it, I'll go to my brother's room tonight and let my brother talk slowly. ”

The little shark on the side trembled in his chest, and his face was happy: "Lord Seagod, is it really interesting to me...... Could it be that Lord Poseidon meant to make me ...... tonight?"

This moment.

They all felt that Zhang Feng was expressing their love for themselves.

Wuliang looked at the four women who had been deeply involved, and looked at the back of the senior brother with a complicated expression: "I didn't expect that the senior brother turned out to be a scumbag......"

Confessing four girls at the same time, isn't this a scumbag?

Senior brother is really admirable!

Wu Liang's heart is extremely complicated, on the one hand, he despises his senior brother, but on the other hand, he admires his senior brother's methods extremely much...... It is worthy of being a senior brother!

And just when everyone was amazed by Zhang Feng's poem.

Murong Feng suddenly gritted his teeth fiercely: "No, your poem is not as good as bullshit!"

"Oh?" Zhang Feng looked at Murong Feng.

Murong Feng pointed to the continuous heavy rain outside the window and said, "What we are talking about is that we use this rain as a poem! Look at this rain, it has not stopped at all, and there is no sunrise in the east and rain in the west!"

"Your poem is good, but it doesn't deserve it!"

"You've lost!"

Murong Feng said loudly.

Zhang Feng looked at the dark clouds outside the window and sighed.

He walked to the window.

Stretched out his hand.

Said slowly: "Isn't the rain stopped?"

The voice rang out.

In a flash.

There was an instant silence between heaven and earth.

The winds suddenly calmed down, and the dark clouds on the horizon dispersed, revealing a brilliant and intense sunshine, which spread majestically in the sky, and the mighty sky light fell through the clouds!

The golden sunshine shone on Zhang Feng's body, as if answering Zhang Feng's words.