Fang Qimo looked at Jiang Anyang and smiled coldly, "You are the little Taoist who has been in the limelight recently." Jiang Anyang said with a smile: "In Xia Jiang Anyang, it's just a false name, which makes Young Marshal Fang smile." "Ha, it's really funny, a wild Taoist priest dares to swagger and deceive here with a few crooked poems, come and take him down for me." Several bodyguards surrounded Fang Qimo behind him, and Jiang Anyang's face also changed, this Fang Shaoshuai was moody and didn't play cards according to the routine at all. Jiang Anyang was about to make a move, but Mo Ruyu shouted: "Stop." He turned his head to look at Fang Qimo and said, "Young Marshal Fang, this is my decision, you want to arrest my friend, have you asked me?" Fang Qimo took off his top hat, "I'm sorry Miss Mo, I was a little rude just now, let this liar out first, and then how about we start poetry?"

is a good Fang Qimo, knowing that he is not Jiang Anyang's opponent, so he wants to exclude him first, and by the way, suppress the arrogance of the Crescent Poetry Club. Mo Ruyu looked at him and said, "Jiang Anyang is a member of our poetry club, and I also ask Young Marshal Fang to be respectful." Fang Qimo smiled slightly, "Okay, all step aside, I will give Miss Mo face, and I won't be embarrassed by this liar." Can I sit down now?" This was a step, Mo Ruyu had no choice but to say: "Add a chair, you can be next to Lili." Wu Xinyue pulled Jiang Anyang's sleeve and signaled him not to be angry. Jiang Anyang smiled in return and didn't say anything. He pursues the road of leisure, and he will definitely encounter many unpleasant things in the future, and since he has encountered it, then just kick the stone away from his feet. Mo Ruyu got up and announced: "The Crescent Poetry Club has officially begun, Young Marshal Fang, if you want to join the Poetry Club, you need to meet friends with poetry first, and take out your works for everyone to comment, so let's start with you." ”

Fang Qimo waved his hand, "Slow, Miss Mo, the person who came is a guest, besides, I don't plan to enter the Crescent Poetry Club yet, you have to let me see the quality of your poetry club articles first, if it's average, then it's better not to enter." Mo Ruyu suppressed the anger in her heart, "Okay, Jiang Anyang, you come first." "Well, this is a strong man who has been caught. Jiang Anyang stood up and looked around, "This poem is called "Live Up to the Truth", the beauty is not born in the womb, it should be the peach blossom tree that grows, and the peach blossoms are easy to fall, and the falling flowers are more affectionate than you. If you learn the Tao with this heart, what is the difficulty of becoming a Buddha? does not look at life and death and impermanence, but reincarnates to death, extremely smart and wise, sighing that he is always boundless here. The wild horses on the mountain are untamable, and the trap is still able to control the other body, and they sigh that their magical powers are empty and sufficient, and they can't subdue the people next to them. ”

"I want to lean on the green window to accompany Qingqing, and I regret that I have made a mistake in this life. has the heart to go to the jungle with a bowl, and bears the love of the beauty. Meditation and meditation are opened, praying for the Three Jewels to descend to the altar, how can the saints in the meditation ever see it? Went into the mountain to get the Taoist monk, and asked the teacher to explain the reason. There is no detention and inspection for Acacia, and the heart of the horse is to Qingqing. I was worried about hurting the Sanskrit line, and I was afraid that I would not fall into the city when I entered the mountain, and I had the law of both worlds, and I didn't live up to it. As soon as the words fell, Mo Ruyu murmured: "The world is safe and perfect, and it lives up to it." What an amorous monk. Then I started crying again. Seeing Mo Ruyu's tears falling down in large pieces, Fang Qimo secretly said What kind of person is this, he can cry when he listens to a poem. sneered at the moment, pointed at Jiang Anyang and said: "I heard it, you liar is holding a ** poem to swagger and deceive, what do you say is worthy of what you have come to do, I bah." ”

Jiang Anyang heard the words and showed murderous intentions, this is a poem made by the sixth living Buddha, how many people in later generations sought after, and it was actually said to be **, he was furious at the moment, and he was about to get up and teach him a lesson, who knew that Mo Ruyu was the first to come back to his senses, slapped the table and said: "Fang Qimo, I have repeatedly tolerated you, you are so rude, that's good, now it's your turn to compose poems, if you don't do it well, tomorrow I will publish in the newspaper that Fang Dashuai's son is not learned and unskilled, and he deceives an ignorant girl." "You dare. Fang Qimo couldn't sit still, if it was really reported, his reputation would stink. Mo Ruyu's eyes were cold, "What don't you dare, your father wants to settle in Shanghai, and he has been suffering without an excuse, then I'll give him this excuse now, I think he cherishes his reputation, or he brought troops to burn my newspaper." Fang Qimo glared at her angrily, "Hmph, who do you think you are, as long as I give an order, I will see who dares to report this." ”

Mo Ruyu chuckled, "Ha, it's nice to say that you don't learn or don't know how to do it, there are 72 small newspapers in Shanghai, 36 big newspapers, and many foreign newspapers, I know more people, and I don't care about how many people want to publish Crescent Digest, if you don't believe it, let's see." Fang Qimo trembled angrily, although his father was a handsome, to put it bluntly, he was a big warlord leader, and his connections in Shanghai were definitely not as strong as Mo Jiaqiang, if he was caught by the Shanghainese, he would not let him enter the city. "Mo Ruyu, you... You're good, I'll admit it, Lili, let's go. Mo Ruyu said: "Stop, you regard my poetry club as a place, come if you want, and leave if you want." Fang Qimo turned around and said, "Then what do you want?" "Read your poems again, otherwise you will break the rules of the poetry club." ”

Fang Qimo didn't prepare any poems at all, he came here to vent his anger to Jiang Lili, he wanted to take Jiang Anyang's kid Liwei, but in the end, stealing chickens and rice did not lead to rice, but lost face. I searched all the verses in my head, but the whole cycle was the bright moonlight in front of the window, and it was suspected that it was frost on the ground. Niang, this is a poem memorized by a three-year-old child, isn't it just a slap in the face when you read it now, and she glanced at Jiang Lili next to her out of the corner of her eye, "Give me the poem you prepared, hurry up." Jiang Lili flipped out the notebook from her bag, Fang Qimo flipped to the last page randomly, then read it again, and threw the notebook on the ground casually, "Let's go." Jiang Lili picked up the notebook and followed him, "Qimo, wait for me." After the people walked away, Fang Wenqian burst out laughing, "Hahaha, Young Marshal Fang ran away with his tail between his legs, so funny." ”

Everyone covered their mouths and snickered when they heard this, Mo Ruyu glared at her, "Don't swear." Fang Wenqian couldn't hold back a smile, learned Mo Ruyu's serious tone, pointed to the teacup on the table and said, "Stop, this is a place where you can come and leave if you want." That funny appearance made the young ladies laugh, Mo Ruyu saw her joking with herself, and reached out to tickle her, "Dead Xiaoqian, your guts are getting fatter and fatter." "Ahh The two played around for a while, everyone had a relaxed smile on their faces, and the atmosphere that had been disturbed by Fang Qimo returned, with Fang Wenqian, a living treasure, it was difficult to be unhappy. Mo Ruyu's face flushed after playing for a while, "Okay, sit down, this incident today is also a reminder to me, whoever wants to bring someone in the future must first get my consent, if you bring someone directly, then don't blame me for being ruthless." ”

Everyone said in unison: "I know Sister Yu." Mo Ruyu continued: "I have decided that in order for more people to like the New Moon Digest, I will hold a poetry meeting every ten days every month in the future." Wu Xinyue praised: "Oh yes, that's three times a month." Mo Ruyu nodded and said, "Yes, if the poems you make are not qualified, then change them back to twice a month." "Oh, okay. Mo Ruyu ignored Wu Xinyue, but said to Jiang Anyang: "Is this poem "Living Up to the Truth" also from your master's collection?" "Yes, this is a living Buddha's work and was recorded by his predecessors. Mo Ruyu bowed his head and said: "I really want to go to your master's Taoist temple to see, there are so many books." Jiang Anyang immediately changed his words: "That... It's not a disciple of this sect, so you can't just watch it. Mo Ruyu's expression darkened, "I know, that's why I regret it." ”