Therefore, at the inauguration ceremony of the chief disciple at the beginning, the great Confucian, who was so powerful and shining, was actually on the same level as a first-grade elementary school student on the earth. And he is completely outstanding!

I was still stunned by old men who seemed to be wise and profound.

I only blame myself for being too young!

"No wonder they say I'm a holy master......" Zhang Feng let out a long sigh and looked at Mu Qiao'er's gaze again, suddenly becoming strange.

Mu Qiao'er had a smile on the corner of her mouth, and proudly puffed up her small chest and said, "How is it, dare to compare with me?"

The disciples of Mulong Peak also laughed, their faces full of disdain.

"With Senior Sister Zhuyu in front, does this bald head dare to compare with Senior Sister?"

"That's it, this bald head has no culture at all!"

"Senior sister is worthy of being a proud daughter of heaven who has read poetry and books since she was a child, and is smart and wise!

"This bald head must have been ashamed of himself, and he dare not compare again!"

In the midst of the ridicule, Zhang Feng let out a long sigh, his eyes became deeper, and his ordinary bald head seemed to be even more dazzling.

"Jun asked that the return date is not due, and the night rain in Bashan rises in the autumn pool.

He cut the candles in the west window together, but when it rained at night in Bashan. ”

The hoarse voice is full of parting sorrow and longing.

Zhang Feng said this poem slowly, although there was no vision of heaven and earth after turning off the special effects, he had no doubt about how good this poem was.

This is the poem of Li Shangyin, the supreme powerhouse of the earth's literary and Taoist powers!

The meaningful, implicit and profound scenery is described and the movements of the two are used to express the sorrow of parting.

This poem is one of the pinnacles of farewell poems in earth culture!

Zhang Feng looked at those Wood Dragon Peak disciples with a proud face, ready to greet them with screams and tears and bowing down.

Sure enough, after those Mulong Peak disciples heard this poem, they were stunned and looked at Zhang Feng blankly.

And then.

The disciples of Mulong Peak looked at each other one by one, and said in confusion: "What do you mean." ”

"I don't understand. ”

"What kind of candle-cutting talk Bashan, what a thing. ”

"He must be playing tricks!"

"This bald head sees that he can't win against his senior sister, so he deliberately talks nonsense!"

In the end, after these Mulong Peak disciples found that they didn't understand at all, they turned their spears one after another and pointed at Zhang Feng.

They think this wind must be talking nonsense!

Only Mu Qiao'er stood there thoughtfully, and after muttering for a long time, she looked at Zhang Feng with a blank look: "I seem to understand, but I don't seem to understand......"

Zhang Feng: "......"

Seeing the group of Mu Long Peak disciples in front of him who were full of confusion, as well as Mu Qiao'er who didn't know anything about it, Zhang Feng sighed.

What is the level of liberal arts in this world?

I underestimated them enough, but I didn't expect to overestimate them!

Such a poem is meaningful and emotionally moving, and I didn't even understand it!

I feel like I'm fooling them!

Zhang Feng glanced at everyone helplessly, and sighed: "I'm sorry, I didn't take your level into account." ”

"Ahem. ”

Zhang Feng cleared his throat again.

A poem with a melodious tune and lively content echoes in this world for a long time.

"Goose goose goose,

The song sings to the sky.

White hair floating in green water.

Anthurium clears the waves!"

Zhang Feng even sang it!

If it weren't for the wrong atmosphere, Zhang Feng would even be able to laugh.

The moment this poem ended, all the Wood Dragon Peak disciples widened their eyes, breathed rapidly, and looked at the ordinary bald head with a look of disbelief!

Silence in an instant!

But then, those disciples all gasped.

"Shhh

"This person, who seems to be ordinary, is actually hidden!"

"This poem, with complete rhyme, vivid description, and delicate details, must at least have the realm of Confucianism!"

"I didn't expect that such a vulgar bald head turned out to be a hidden Confucian! Sure enough, the sea water is incomprehensible, and real people can't be disguised!"

Looking at the amazed gazes and low shouts of the disciples of the Wood Dragon Peak, Zhang Feng frowned slightly.

How do you feel like you're scolding me?

But all this is still as Zhang Feng expected.

Sure enough, only this kind of poetry can be understood by these contestants. Those truly profound poems are rare in the world, and they have to be understood by Confucianism......

Why does this still have a face to claim to be Wendao? Why does it have a face to claim to be a great Confucian?

After hearing this poem, Mu Qiao'er couldn't help but stay in place with a deep gaze.

Breathing became slightly rapid.

What a perfect poem, what a lively and lovely artistic conception!

There is also that delicate description, and even the anthurium plucking Qingbo can come up with a good sentence that can only be obtained occasionally!

Mu Qiao'er lost her mind for a while, and a scene seemed to appear in front of her eyes, a group of white-haired and long-necked ducks quatted in front of her in a river, and the red duck paws fluctuated and disturbed the ripples.

The next moment, Mu Qiao'er came back to her senses, her eyes full of shock.

took a deep breath, and then looked at Zhang Feng with only admiration and reverence in his eyes, and couldn't help but sigh: "Something." ”

Zhang Feng: "......"

"Worthy of my crush. Literary and martial arts, you are unparalleled in the world, and a handsome face is even more difficult to defeat in the world. ”

Mu Qiao'er looked at Zhang Feng with a smile of shame, and looked at Zhang Feng with a smile on her face, her two little hands twisted together, "I'm already your person." ”

Disciple of Mulong Peak: "!!"

Mu Qiao'er whispered: "You must be responsible for me." ”

Old Man Wooden Dragon: "!!"

Outside the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Scroll, the old man of the wooden dragon, who was still nervous about whether his disciple's heart would be shattered after meeting Zhang Feng, suddenly widened his eyes when he saw this scene.

The face of his own precious apprentice...... Is that the smell of love?

"I'm special!" The old man of Mulong slapped the teacup and looked at the good man of Sheung Shui fiercely, "Damn, damn it, you old horseman, why are you so scheming!"

"This time, your bald disciple didn't shatter my disciple's Dao heart, nor did he go on a killing spree, but he actually stole the heart of my Wood Dragon Peak chief!"

"I understand, I understand, you're a beautiful man!"

The old man Mulong was stunned when he said this, glanced at the bald and ordinary appearance, gritted his teeth and said, "No, you are a bald head!"

Well, this bald head does not have anything to do with beautiful men.

And the good people of Sheung Shui ignored him.

Because the good people of Sheung Shui were also stunned...... Is this all right?

"Good man in Shangshui, so calculating!" the old man Mulong gritted his teeth angrily.

The good man of Sheung Shui came back to his senses, pondered for a moment how to pretend to be the best for this kind of occasion, and was silent for a moment and smiled: "That's it?"

That's it?

The old man of the wooden dragon has imagined the countless pretending techniques that the good people of Sheung Shui might use.

However, I didn't expect that this time the good people in Sheung Shui only used these two simple words.

But these two simple words were more fierce and direct than any words, directly penetrating all defenses, hitting the heart of the old man of the wooden dragon, and striking a critical blow.

"Poof!"

The old man of the wooden dragon spat out a mouthful of blood!

He knew he had lost!

Lose badly!

This good man in Shangshui actually comprehended the supreme essence of the simplicity of the avenue in the field of pretending!

"Old man, don't complain if you lose!" The old man Mulong didn't have the heart to watch the Wufeng Trial again, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and turned around and left with a cold snort.

"Hehe," Shangshui Shanren looked at the back of the old man Mulong leaving, and said, "It's still a younger brother." ”