[These two sentences sublimate the artistic conception, expressing a kind of loneliness, willingness to do anything for love, and desperate determination.

Compared with this poem, Jiang Yanqiu's poem just now is much worse. After careful consideration, it was as Zhou Feng said. It's a bit tedious.

Zhou Tao wanted to settle accounts with Zhu Yourong, but when he heard this poem, his eyes were full of it.

Is this what Zhou Feng wrote?

How is that possible?

If he had such talent, would he have been a coward for so many years?

"I only envy mandarin ducks, not immortals,......" Lin Yuanxiang muttered to himself.

Is there such love in the world?

Jiang Yanqiu saw everyone's reaction, especially Lin Yuanxiang. His face was blue. For the first time in his life, someone dared to steal the limelight from him.

The anger in his heart was burning. He was determined to give the other a little color to see. He immediately said, "How can a man be brave if a praying hand is in the way of a carriage and a tiger is standing in the river?"

In fact, writing poetry is nothing. There's a lot of room for manipulation, like preparing in advance and writing now.

But the couplets are different. We're focused on the on-the-spot response. If we don't have real talent and actual learning, we simply can't do it well. Even if we get it right, we can tell at a glance whether it's neat or not. Jiang Yanqiu is also an arrogant person. He was very powerful and an expert in the nine aspects of relearning. He can be suppressed by force.

But he didn't do this, but wanted to use his proud talent to crush the enemy, so that the enemy would be defeated and convinced.

Just now Zhou Feng wrote a couplet. He will then beat Zhou Feng in his best area to show his strength and surpass everyone.

What's more, at the moment, the beauty is worried that she won't find the opportunity to show her talents.

"The drama begins!"

"Is Mr. Jiang going to take the exam with Zhou Feng?"

"Zhou Fenggang's love poems are indeed better, but this does not mean that his talent is above Mr. Jiang. ”

】

Jiang Yanqiu's actions have frustrated many women. Among them, there is the pearl in the palm of the Chen family, the figure of Chen Keyue.

She also became a nymphomaniac, madly infatuated with Jiang Yanqiu, but people didn't look at her, which made her extremely confused.

Especially after seeing Jiang Yanqiu give this poem to other women, she was very jealous and gritted her teeth.

No contrast, no harm.

Chen Keyue is a first-class beauty in Licheng, but compared to that woman, she is far from enough.

"It's Lin Yuanxiang, Miss Lin, a famous talented woman in Jiangdong......"

"I heard that Mr. Jiang has been chasing Miss Lin for several years. This time, Mr. Jiang came all the way to Licheng because of Miss Lin's trip to the mountains and rivers. ”

"With Mr. Jiang's literary talent, conduct and family background, if I were Miss Lin, I would have died happily long ago. ”

"One is a talent from Xichuan, and the other is a talented woman from Jiangdong. They are talented men and beautiful women. They are a good match. There is no such competition in the world. ”

It turned out that this woman's name was Lin Yuanxiang. She is from Koto and is famous.

With a faint smile on her face, she took the manuscript of the poem in Jiang Yanqiu's hand, neither praising nor refusing. She didn't say anything, and she didn't know if she liked it or not.

However, it was this simple move that made Jiang Yanqiu happy.

Even a little flattered.

"What a beautiful girl! If Feng'er could marry such a daughter-in-law, how wonderful......" Shen Ruoyun said to herself.

When Cui Er heard this, she shook her head and said, "Madam, it's impossible. People are famous talented women, and outstanding talents like Jiang Da are all crazy pursuits. Unless they were blind, they would be able to respect the young man. ”

Zhou Feng: "..."

He is looked down upon by a little maid. How can it be.

's talent is not worth lifting!

As for Lin Yuanxiang, she was indeed very attractive, but in the world of cultivating immortals, what kind of woman was there? He had seen a lot.

"Brother Zhou, how much do you say it costs to sleep with such a woman?"

Suddenly, Zhu Yourong didn't know if it was cramps or what. Suddenly, he came to this sentence, and he barely choked Zhou Feng.

If someone else hears it, it's strange not to be killed alive.

"It should be very expensive, at least let your Zhu family be ruined!" Zhou Feng thought for a while, but still replied.

"Forget it. There is no need to give up an entire forest for the sake of a tree!"

Zhu Yourong was a little disappointed and said, "But that Jiang Yanqiu, which onion, I don't like it very much." ”

"Then I'll help you heal him. ”

"I just heard that he has reached the ninth level of Chongxue!"

"So what? I won't miss it. ”

Say, will stand up.

This is Zhou Fenggang's promise.

But Zhu Yourong grabbed him: "Brother Zhou, I've thought about it." We are all cultural people. A gentleman is best off beating him in his best area and has a sense of accomplishment. ”

"Do you know how to write poetry?"

Zhou Feng had an accident.

"Of course!" Zhu Yourong nodded solemnly, and then read confidently: "The river is general, the well is black, the yellow dog is white, and the white dog is swollen!"

Burst!

Zhou Feng drank tea and said, "Is this a poem?" This may just be a good work like Mr. Zhu.

"How is Brother Zhou?"

"Good poem, good poem, the poem Jiang Dacai wrote just now is really a fart!"

In order not to fight with Mr. Zhu, Zhou Feng had to speak out without conscience.

At this moment, several women next to him heard Zhu Yourong reading this poem. At first they were stunned, then their faces were despised. They left in a hurry.

For a while, Mr. Zhu seemed a little lonely.

But Mr. Zhu still feels good about himself, saying, "It took me two years to write this poem. I'll have to write it down. I'm sure I can find a soulmate. ”

Say, happily went to write poetry.

Zhou Feng glanced at his face, and then saw that not far away, Zhou Tao had written a poem that won praise from several women.

Liu Yujuan was very proud and happy. At the same time, she also looked at Shen Ruoyun to show off.

At this time, Mrs. Wei came over with a group of ladies and said, "Mrs. Zhou, you have brought your son to the tea party." Are you sitting here? Let's show your son's talent, and let's see the style of this family next week. ”

"Mrs. Wei, Feng'er's talent is limited, and it is inconvenient to study......"

Shen Ruoyun stood up and hesitated.

"What? not even my face?" Mrs. Wei's face turned cold.

"Mrs. Wei, I don't think there's any need to embarrass Mrs. Zhou. Li Cheng's people didn't know that her son was a waste. What talent does he have?"

"Yes, it's great that he wants to come to the tea party to find his wife. ”

"Who's going to find a son-in-law to be garbage?"

"Such a person should not let her go to a tea party. It's useless anyway. ”

"Mrs. Wei has a good son, who is beautiful and talented. If I had a daughter, I might be able to start a family. ”

"Prince Wei's future achievements are limitless. Looking at the entire Li City, who is worthy of Prince Wei?"

"Well, it's human too. Why is there such a big difference?"

The ladies are mean, sarcastic, and ruthless.

In an instant, the dignity of both mother and son was trampled on.

Shen Ruoyun was so angry that she shed tears. She couldn't find a word. Besides, she was too weak to deal with so many people.

What's more, Mrs. Wei didn't dare to offend people easily.

Since she was uneducated, she could only endure in silence.

"Zhou Feng, for the sake of his family, if you kneel down and beg me, I will give you this poem I wrote. At this time, Zhou Tao jumped out again and shook the broken poem around. He didn't know how proud he was.

His thoughts are also very vicious, plagiarizing other people's poems, once exposed, he will be abused, and he will never raise his head.

However, Zhou Feng didn't notice him. Instead, he said, "Cui'er, Yan Mo!"

"Don't be impulsive, young man!"

Cui Er shouted with red eyes.

What virtues does your son have? She knew all too well. Where is the literary genius? Where can I write poetry?

It's shameful enough now. If you studied ink, but couldn't write poetry, and wouldn't be more humiliated?

If you can tolerate it, it's over.

This is not the first time.

"Haha......"

Zhou Tao smiled: "Zhou Feng, do you want to write poems?"

"I don't know anything about this garbage. "I want to learn how to write poetry. "Zhou Feng writes poetry. Didn't the sun come out of the west? Zhou Tao rarely seizes such an opportunity. He was destined to die laughing. "Who said that Brother Zhou can't write poems?" At this moment, Zhu Yourong roared, holding a piece of rice paper in his hand, and rushed over.

As if "God will be a soldier", he slapped the rice paper on the table, spread it out, and said, "This is a poem written by Brother Zhou." ”

The voice was firm. After that, he winked at Zhou Feng, as if to say, "Brother, don't be afraid, I'm here!"

For the sake of his brother's face, he dedicated himself to two years of hard work, and even he admired himself.

After all, they have always been together for prostitution-prostitution. What is the difference between them?

At first they were all stunned. Then they all craned their necks to stare at the rice paper. But the text on it is like a symbol of ghosts. They're crooked, and they're very noticeable.

Several youngsters pride themselves on being knowledgeable and versatile, and they also compete professionally in the air with their hands.

When Zhou Tao approached, he could barely recognize this sentence and said, "The situation on the river is average. There are black holes in the well, white on the black dog, and swelling on the white dog. ”

After reading it, he was stunned.

Mrs. Wei, the ladies, and those who noticed the movement around them, were also stunned.

There was silence throughout the building.

Then laugh!

"It's also called poetry? What a joke. I'm afraid a three-year-old is much better than that. ”

"I don't know what's going on. I dare to take out self-deception. It really polluted my eyes. ”

"I can write at least ten poems when I fart. ”

"The keywords are ugly. I only recognized a few words for a long time. ”

All kinds of sarcastic voices are endless.

In an instant, he criticized the poem as worthless and useless.

"I don't know how to thank you!" Zhu Yourong shouted angrily and frustratedly.

"Yes, yes, it's a good poem, but Mr. Zhu, this poem wasn't written by Zhou Feng, it was written by you, because Zhou Feng can't even write this poem, haha......"

Zhou Tao smiled again.

"Zhu Yourong, you little rabbit, do you dare to play here?" At this moment, Mrs. Zhu rushed over and grabbed Zhu's ears.

"Mother is so painful, so many people are looking at me, can you help me save some face?" Zhu Yourong shouted repeatedly.

"What are you doing with this stuff? Do you want a face or a dogleg?"

Mrs. Zhu was so angry that she dragged Zhu Yourong down directly. She's fierce.

Suddenly, there was another burst of laughter.

It took half a day to settle down.

"Mrs. Zhou, your son is incompetent, so he won't be able to participate in the tea party in the future. Otherwise, the quality of the tea party will be reduced by the mother and son. ”

Mrs. Wei said coldly, then turned away.

The ladies shook their heads and despised them.

Shen Ruoyun was so angry that his whole body trembled, and there was hardly a trace of blood on his face.

"Madam, are you alright?" Cui Er hurriedly asked.

"Let's go!" Shen Ruoyun seemed to have resigned himself to his fate and lost his soul.

At this time, Zhou Feng suddenly said, "Mrs. Wei, how about I say a few words to you?"

"Okay?"

Mrs. Wei immediately stopped, turned around, and stared at Zhou Feng. She frowned slightly, not understanding what Zhou Feng wanted to do.

Others are confused.

"Cui'er, learn ink!"

"Young Master......"

"Ink Research!"

Zhou Feng's voice was even more prominent, it was an irresistible majesty.

"Yes!"

Cui Er began to rub, but her heart was tense and her hands were shaking.

There was no breath at all.

Despite some suspicions, Zhou Feng went straight to the front, took out two long pieces of rice paper, grabbed the Langhao pen, turned it around a few times in his hand, clicked some ink, and began to write.

Sand and sand

The wolf pen seemed to have survived in his hands, like a sword in the hand of a swordsman, as fast as lightning, as heavy as a hammer in the hands of a blacksmith, and as heavy as a mountain. The action is one.

Just when everyone was dazzled and stunned, Zhou Feng stopped writing and grabbed the rice paper. With a flick of his finger, the rice paper rises and hangs on the screen behind him. Only eight big words jumped onto the paper.

Left: Good luck!

Right: Disasters never happen alone!

Every word is like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing. It has the artistic conception of being the king of the world.

"Mrs. Wei, are you happy?"

Zhou Feng asked!

Wow!

As soon as these eight big characters came out, the whole building exploded.

"Zhou Feng, what are you doing?"

"Are you cursing others? Don't dare to be too bold in front of Mrs. Wei. ”

"What do you mean by writing such an unlucky word on such a good day?"

"Go down, then kneel down and confess to Mrs. Wei. ”

Everyone's faces were filled with anger and righteous indignation, and they all shouted at Zhou Feng.

Not only that, but there are also young people who are grumpy, roll up their sleeves, and have poor eyesight, and seem to be ready to hit people. They were afraid of the influence of the Zhou family, so they didn't dare to do it for a while.

"I don't know!"

Jiang Yanqiu shook his head, withdrew his eyes, and fell on Lin Yuanxiang again.

It seems that Lin Yuanxiang is the only one in his eyes, and there is no place for the others.

It was Lin Yuanxiang, a talented girl from Jiangdong, who stared at these eight big characters, with a thoughtful look on her face. She seemed to have something in mind. Suddenly, her mouth was a little crooked and she muttered, "It's funny!"

"Okay?"

Jiang Yanqiu frowned and looked over again.

"Zhou Feng, this idiot, don't you know that this is a curse? I dare to give it to Mrs. Wei. Let's see how he ends up this time!" Zhou Tao smiled in his heart.

Cui Er is as stupid as a chicken. She had endless regrets in her heart. She shouldn't grind it.

Even if you hate Mrs. Wei, you can't write it.

The Wei family has this handle in their hands. I don't know how to deal with the Zhou family.

Mrs. Wei's face was so gloomy that it almost dripped out of the water. Her breasts were shaking, and her fingers were pinched white. She was angry.

This is the first time that someone dares to curse her, or in front of so many people, this is a provocation by the Red Kingdom to Her Majesty, a provocation to the Wei family!

"Mrs. Zhou, this is your good son. If you don't give me an account today, don't blame the Wei family for being rude. ”

Her voice was cold.

"Zhou Feng, you're looking for death!" Wei Taicang was also angry and beat the machine to death.

"Mrs. Wei, listen to me. Feng'er didn't mean to......" Shen Ruoyun quickly apologized, but in front of the eight characters, any word seemed very pale.

Facing the angry Mrs. Wei and the noisy crowd in all directions, Zhou Feng suddenly clapped his hands and shouted, "Oh, I forgot to say a few more words!" As he spoke, he picked up the pen again and quickly added three words to the two pieces of rice paper.

Left: Good luck, today.

Right: Misfortune is not a single line, only yesterday.

As soon as these words came out, the mood changed, the disaster passed, and the wealth came. That's what "the best comes from the worst" means.

From curses to blessings.

The angry people around closed their mouths, opened their mouths to each other, and clapped their hands.

Where have they ever seen such beautiful pens and flowers, almost severed, and never thought of writing, playing?

It goes beyond logic, beyond reason.

Then the crowd reacted. Zhou Feng forgot to write these words. This is clearly intentional.

The purpose was to humiliate Mrs. Wei and see the ugly faces of the ladies who were attached to power. This counterattack was really brutal, beautiful, almost flawless.

Wei Fu's face was blue and white, and his heart was about to explode. However, he didn't find any problems. Zhou Feng couldn't be found.

They're bless you, but you're going to run a family and spread it out. I'm afraid you'll be scolded as a wicked woman, which will damage the reputation of the Wei family.

People will talk.

This can never be done.

In the end, she could only leave with a black face and a cold snort.

The ladies were also discouraged and disappeared immediately. Cui Er covered her mouth and snickered, the expression on her face was relieved, not to mention how wonderful it was.

Shen Ruoyun's heart returned to his stomach steadily.

Son, she was not disappointed.

"Mr. Zhou, you are very talented. We all misunderstood you. ”

"Mr. Zhou, how did you draw this couplet? You've always been hiding, haven't you? It's to make a splash at the tea party!"

"Mr. Zhou, you teach me to write. The Lun family can't even hold a pen!"

For a while, Zhou Feng became a hot figure, surrounded by countless women. His red robes became even more dazzling.

Even a bold woman invited Zhou Feng to go rowing by the lake and recite poetry together.

Zhou Tao's eyes were red with jealousy. He tore the poem to shreds, spat it on the ground, and walked away in a rage.

At this time, Chen Keyue came to Zhou Feng and said firmly: "Zhou Feng, I won't like you. You're going to die. ”

Zhou Feng: "..."

Very speechless.

What did you do and why was you rejected?

There's something wrong with this woman.

Looking at the back of Chen Keyue leaving, he suddenly remembered the scene when she came out of Wei Du's room that night. He couldn't help but sweat profusely.

This kind of woman with a bright appearance and a wild heart is unacceptable to him.

"Mr. Zhou, can you give this couplet to that little girl?" I saw Lin Yuanxiang, a talented girl from Jiangdong, come over and suddenly said.

Everyone was amazed.

Is it possible that even the talented women in Jiangdong were crushed by Zhou Feng?

Jiang Yanqiu's face changed, and he almost crushed his teeth. Looking at Zhou Feng's eyes, he seemed to be killing his father's revenge!

But then he stepped forward in disguise with a smile on his face: "Yuanxiang, it's just a little trick. No big deal. If you like, I can write you some. ”

"A strange trick?"

Zhou Feng almost laughed angrily and said, "Your broken poem is like this!"

No jealousy, no jealousy!

This is the principle of his practice in the immortal world for five hundred years. But now people are bullying him. This is tolerable. He had to fight back.

If we don't teach the first batch of talents in the Xichuan area a lesson, he can really struggle.

"Look, look, Jiang Yanqiu and Zhou Feng are carrying it. ”

"One is the first batch of talents in the Xichuan area, and the other is a playboy in Licheng. It's a good show. ”

"Zhou Feng really doesn't know the height of the world. He thought, if he wrote a couplet, would he be invincible in the world? I despise the love poem that Jiang Da had just written. ”

"For thousands of years, there have been beautiful people who are beautiful. They were so beautiful that they were stunned by the world. What a wonderful poem, which became a broken sentence in Zhou Feng's mouth, but it is like that?"

"It's too noisy. Does he know poetry? Maybe these couplets are plagiarized. ”

In an instant, many people were shocked and were quickly surrounded. Zhou Feng once again became the focus of the audience.

Zhou Feng can write this couplet. Shocking, impressive. It's really a bit of a genius. But compared to Jiang Yanqiu, the situation is much worse.

Not only that, Zhou Tao also secretly hid behind the crowd, making strange noises, trying to splash Zhou Feng's dirty water, saying that he plagiarized.

Unfortunately, it doesn't work.

"What did you say?" Jiang Yanqiu's eyes were cold, and the powerful momentum of the nine-stage cave environment was swept away, like a big furnace, blazing, square.

Many were startled and backed off several times.

But Zhou Feng didn't move: "What's wrong with the ears? That broken poem, the level of children, I can write it with my fingers and feet." If I wanted to describe it in four words, it wouldn't be interesting!"

"I'll teach you what a love poem is today!"

Anyway, in all the dull eyes, he took out a piece of rice paper and wrote it quickly, a love poem had been written between Su Ran.

With a wave of Zhou Feng's hand, the rice paper seemed to have wings, swept through the crowd, and firmly stuck to Zhou Tao's face.

"Woo ......"

Zhou Tao let out a groan and instinctively buckled it with his hand.

But our poor young man Zhu Gongzi once again "fell from the sky", flew and kicked Zhou Tao to the ground, and then slapped and painted it, completely protecting the rice paper and holding it in his hand.

Zhou Tao screamed in pain. The wet ink on the rice paper darkened his face, and everyone laughed.

He stood up and yelled, "What are you doing?"

"The paper is light and thin. Isn't the button rotten? Is there a sense of public morality? We haven't seen it yet!" Zhu Yourong was not flustered at all, but he was very upright. He didn't look at Zhou Tao, spread out the rice paper, and began to read aloud.

"Thousands of miles of frost in Pinghu, inch green silk sorrow for the New Year, moon-shaped side protection, only envy mandarin ducks, not immortals!"

The voice weakened.

Be quiet!

Zhu Yourong scratched his head, not understanding the meaning of the poem, but he just felt very powerful.

As long as he doesn't understand, he's powerful!

At the moment, the whole building is silent. We are all immersed in the poetic world, and we only feel that the aftertaste is endless, and it is wonderful.

Anyone with a bit of talent knows that this is not only a love poem, but also a poem for the occasion.

Pinghu is frost for thousands of miles.

Autumn is cool, rain and snow.

Every inch of green silk is sad for the New Year.

Time flies too slowly. It seems like a year.

Look at the moon line and protect each other, only envy the mandarin duck and not the immortal.

These two sentences sublimate the artistic conception and express a kind of loneliness, willingness to do anything for love, and desperate determination.

Compared with this poem, Jiang Yanqiu's poem just now is much worse. After careful consideration, it was as Zhou Feng said. It's a bit tedious.

Zhou Tao wanted to settle accounts with Zhu Yourong, but when he heard this poem, his eyes were full of it.

Is this what Zhou Feng wrote?

How is that possible?

If he had such talent, would he have been a coward for so many years?

"I only envy mandarin ducks, not immortals,......" Lin Yuanxiang muttered to himself.

Is there such love in the world?

Jiang Yanqiu saw everyone's reaction, especially Lin Yuanxiang. His face was blue. For the first time in his life, someone dared to steal the limelight from him.

The anger in his heart was burning. He was determined to give the other a little color to see. He immediately said, "How can a man be brave if a praying hand is in the way of a carriage and a tiger is standing in the river?"

In fact, writing poetry is nothing. There's a lot of room for manipulation, like preparing in advance and writing now.

But the couplets are different. We're focused on the on-the-spot response. If we don't have real talent and actual learning, we simply can't do it well. Even if we get it right, we can tell at a glance whether it's neat or not. Jiang Yanqiu is also an arrogant person. He was very powerful and an expert in the nine aspects of relearning. He can be suppressed by force.

But he didn't do this, but wanted to use his proud talent to crush the enemy, so that the enemy would be defeated and convinced.

Just now Zhou Feng wrote a couplet. He will then beat Zhou Feng in his best area to show his strength and surpass everyone.

What's more, at the moment, the beauty is worried that she won't find the opportunity to show her talents.

"The drama begins!"

"Is Mr. Jiang going to take the exam with Zhou Feng?"

"Zhou Fenggang's love poems are indeed better, but this does not mean that his talent is above Mr. Jiang. ”

"Mr. Jiang began writing poetry when he was three years old. At the age of five, he became famous in Xichuan at the age of seven. At the age of ten, he was called the right-wing king. He became the first talent in Xichuan County, which is not a pseudonym. ”

"Is Zhou Feng right? If you don't do it right, you will lose face!"

Everyone's faces were excited.

It can be said that the excitement is not too big.

Jiang Yanqiu's couplet was extremely tricky, insulting Zhou Feng, saying that he was too strong to stop the car.

Many people bowed their heads in contemplation. If they are themselves, are they right?

It's a pity that I racked my brains, but I couldn't do it well.

"Try it with me?"

Zhou Feng's heart sneered.

Who would have known that this immortal leader of Confucianism was his younger brother who studied heaven and man and was well versed in ancient and modern times?

He read all the classics accumulated by Confucianism over thousands of years.

So, he almost didn't think about it, and blurted out: "Ants follow the locusts, fat and swaying trees, fools are arrogant." ”

"Good!"

Zhu Yourong shouted as he danced.

Although he can't understand, he has to cheer for his brother.

Everyone else was shocked!

Zhou Feng not only came up, but also made a powerful counterattack, which was not inferior at all.

Jiang Yanqiu raised his eyebrows, brushed his sleeves, and then asked, "Two apes are chopping wood on the mountain, and this monkey will also see (sentence)." ”

"When a horse is trapped in the mud, how can it get hooves?" Zhou Feng snorted coldly, still with color.

The two couplets broke in a row. Jiang Yanqiu finally endured the humiliation and was no longer careless. Suddenly, he said, "The Tao will steal in the future." ”

Zhou Feng smiled slightly: "The wise man can't be idle!"

"Smoke lock pond willows!" Jiang Yanqiu opened his eyes angrily and said again.

This pair contains five elements: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. This may seem simple, but it is actually extremely difficult.

"Peach Fire Jinjiang Embankment!"

Zhou Feng is not in a hurry, he can deal with it at will.

"Yes!"

A lot of people clapped their hands and said "no".

This series of confrontations is truly dazzling.

"Jiang Dacaizi, there are so many of you, do you want to try it for me?"

Suddenly, Zhou Feng got to the point first, raised his voice and said: "Baita Street, yellow blacksmith, red stove, black charcoal, blue smoke, blue light, purple iron, fight things from south to north!"

As soon as this question was asked, everyone was immersed in meditation and their mouths were full of words.

Several of them wrote it on rice paper and found that the title of the book actually came in seven colors. It's hard to get started.

Then he listened to Zhou Feng say: "If you take a sip of incense, I will lose." ”

As he spoke, a stream of incense was lit and inserted into the censer.

Jiang Yanqiu searched his intestines and scraped his stomach, but he had no clue. He was completely overwhelmed.

As the incense burned shorter and shorter, his head was still blank, and there was sweat on his forehead, like ants on a hot pot.

When they saw this, they were very surprised. Jiang Yanqiu, the first talent in the Xichuan area, couldn't even answer Zhou Feng's question? It transcends logic and reason.

"Surrender!"

Zhou Feng said lightly: "As long as you are willing to admit defeat, I will reluctantly tell you the answer." How?"

He has absolute confidence that Jiang Yanqiu can't come out at all.

Because the question is eternal. This is a thorn in the realm of Confucianism. It has been around for thousands of years, and no one has a correct view of it.

Those great Confucians, sages and sages, who have lived their lives, could not be right. How could Jiang Yanqiu be right?

"Who will listen to your nonsense!"

Jiang Yanqiu got angry and kicked the incense burner hard. His hair fell out and he was a little crazy.

He didn't want to!

If he is the first talent in Xichuan County, how can he lose to a playboy?

It's a shame!

In an instant, he killed a lot of people. He wanted to tear Zhou Feng to shreds to relieve his hatred.

Zhou Feng immediately felt the other party's murderous intent, his face sank, and he shouted: "Willing to lose, you want to cheat, right? Don't look at whose territory it is!"

"Stop!"

At this time, Lin Yuanxiang said: "Jiang Yanqiu, you lost!"

Pedals, pedals

Jiang Yanqiu took a few steps back, his eyes glazed and his face covered in blood. He seems to have suffered the biggest blow.

It took a long time for his eyes to recover. He glanced at Zhou Feng fiercely, as if he wanted to remember his appearance and take revenge in the future.

Then he left the pavilion and disappeared.

No one thought that Jiang Yanqiu, the first talent in the Xichuan region, would be defeated like this, and he was still defeated by Zhou Feng. What's even more surprising is that Jiang Yanqiu's conduct is too poor to win or lose.

When he loses, he becomes angry and tries to fight.

This is unacceptable to anyone. It's insulting.

"Phew, the first day of nonsense, I really think I'm invincible. From now on, Brother Zhou is the first talent in the Xichuan region and the king of the mean!"

Zhu Yourong disdained to spit and felt very relieved.

A foreigner, do you still want to dress up in Licheng?

"Mr. Zhou, how are you?"

"I knew Mr. Zhou was going to win. ”

"Mr. Zhou not only writes poetry, but is also talented and proficient in exams. We've all misunderstood him before. ”

"I only envy mandarin ducks, not immortals. I didn't expect Mr. Zhou to be a caring person. ”

"Mr. Zhou, are you free for a while?"

........................

Those women, the rich family, suddenly looked at Zhou Feng's eyes, and their eyes changed dramatically. They were full of passion and passion, and almost regarded Zhou Feng as an object of worship.

"Madam, is this really a son?" Cui Er seemed to be dreaming. All perceptions have been turned upside down. Unbelievable.

"Who else isn't my son?" Shen Ruoyun was very happy, and there was a feeling of being on top.

Since then, who dares to look down on her son? Who dares to say that her son is a waste, a playboy?

For the first time, she was proud of her son.

In the blink of an eye, the ladies who were far away from her gathered around her, smiling, and making friends with her. Their attitudes have changed so quickly, it's incredible.

Some people even started selling their daughters, which was very lively.

On the contrary, Mrs. Wei's house was a little cold.

"I didn't expect the children of the Zhou family to have such talent, and they hid it deep enough!" said one woman, her eyes full of jealousy.

"Even if you're gifted again, so what? It's still a waste that can't be cultivated. Can it be compared to my son?" Mrs. Wei looked calm.

But the jade bracelet in her hand betrayed her manic heart.

"Mom, I won't let you down. Wei Taicang's eyes stared at Zhou Feng, and the cold light flashed a few times. He said confidently.

"Okay!"

Mrs. Wei nodded contentedly, and then left the building.

Out of sight, out of mind. However, the tea party did not stop because she left, and it was still in full swing.

"Why do you have ink all over your face?"

Liu Yujuan saw that Shen Ruoyun was in the ascendant. She was very angry. She looked at her son again, covered in black ink. She's a mess. The gap between her son and Zhou Feng is too big. She was so angry that she didn't hit him. She grabbed his son's ear. It was useless for her son to cry.

In the end, the mother and son left in disgrace.

I don't have the face to stay any longer.

"Mr. Zhou, I haven't taken out your pair yet. I don't know if I can tell the Little Women's Federation?" Lin Yuanxiang said suddenly.

Everyone was a little surprised. It turned out that the couple not only confused Jiang Yanqiu, but also Lin Yuanxiang, a talented girl in Jiangdong.

In the blink of an eye, everyone looked up at Zhou Feng again, and they all pricked up their ears to know what the next couplet would look like.

"I don't know!"

Zhou Feng blurted out.

"Don't you know the second couplet?" Lin Yuanxiang's eyes were round.

"Okay!"

Zhou Feng nodded.

How did he know the answer to this question, which had plagued Confucianism for thousands of years?

When they heard this, they almost fainted.

Don't you know the second couplet?

You don't know the second couplet yourself, and you dare to tell others that it's right. Isn't that a lack of courage?

For a while, people's eyes on Zhou Feng changed dramatically, and they suddenly felt some sympathy for Jiang Yanqiu.

Is that okay?

If Jiang Yanqiu hears this, won't you vomit blood?

"Brother Zhou, if I don't help the wall, I'll help you!" Zhu Yourong gave a thumbs up, attracting worldwide attention.

"Mr. Zhou, aren't you afraid of Jiang Yanqiu's revenge?" Lin Yuanxiang's expression was serious: "He is an expert in the nine aspects of the acupuncture point environment. ”

Meaning it's easy to kill you!

Zhou Feng looked at her: "This is Li Cheng!"

"Master Jiang Yanqiu is a master of death!" Lin Yuanxiang said to Zhou Feng lightly: "So what?"

"Four lives!" Lin Yuanxiang accentuated.

Zhou Feng still disagreed: "Nine murders are useless. ”

The people around him were worried about Zhou Feng. They have a master of death, enough to drink a pot. But when they heard Zhou Feng's words, they were not calm.

It's useless to kill nine lives?

It's too much of a breath. I dare say.

You must know that the life-killing masters of the three major families in Licheng are all for one lifetime, and the second life is rarely seen.

As for these 9 murders, I can't even imagine that they are rare in the entire Xichuan area. There are only a few, and none of them are not legendary.

In an instant, everyone felt that Zhou Feng was too complacent and he was too arrogant.

Lin Yuanxiang shook his head: "I'm here for you!"

"Are you sick?"

Suddenly, Zhou Feng said this.

Quiet!

The air was suddenly extremely quiet!

Everyone was stunned and looked at Zhou Feng strangely.

Don't people appreciate you, even if they say they're sick?

Who is sick?

What's more, in the face of a beautiful woman, a talented woman.

How do you say that?

Just a beautiful flower.

"Madam, are you sure you can find such a daughter-in-law?" Cui Er said anxiously.

Shen Ruoyun chose to be silent, not knowing how to answer.

At first, her heart was still full of illusions. Her son has shown amazing talent. Maybe he and Lin Yuanxiang will have further development.

But I didn't expect that

Unexpectedly, Lin Yuanxiang was not angry, but looked at Zhou Feng expressionlessly: "Do you have medicine?"

Zhou Feng shook his head: "No!"

"Your illness is incurable, but it's not hard for me. ”

"Isn't that hard?"

Lin Yuanxiang seemed to weigh the truth of this sentence.

Zhou Feng nodded, but didn't say anything.

There was no doubt that a faint smile appeared on Lin Yuanxiang's face.

Everyone is confused.

I don't know what's going on.

Perhaps, this talented girl from Jiangdong is also a top student.

The two seem to be a good match.

Then, Lin Yuanxiang opened his mouth again. After successfully leaving the couplet written by Zhou Feng, he left the pavilion.