"Staying inside is going to be boring, so we might as well go out for a while to breathe. In addition, I brought a friend with me, and I believe that I will be happy after understanding him. ”

Song Xinyi took Zhuang Bufan's hand and showed an excited smile on her face.

"Okay, it's boring to stay at home, it's good to go out and breathe. ”

Zhuang Bufan nodded, packed up the books, got up and stood up, stretched out his hands, and moved his muscles and bones for a while.

went out and walked around the garden with Song Xinyi.

Speaking of which, Song Xinyi can be regarded as his unmarried wife, Jing Lao cured his illness, and this delicate and lovely girl has never forgotten Zhuang Bufan's love and crazy love.

It stands to reason that Zhuang Bufan should be nicer to her, but now that Zhuang Bufan is in the stage of recuperation, what he needs is quiet.

Song Xinyi has no emotional foundation for him, Zhuang Bufan knows this, but it does not prevent Zhuang Bufan from keeping his promise and marrying Song Xinyi home.

Feelings can be cultivated slowly.

It's just that Zhuang Bufan touched his wrist and looked at the flowers blooming on the side of the street, and couldn't help but be distracted.

From birth to the present, Zhuang Bufan has always thought about cultivation, and has never thought about emotional matters.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't cultivate in the past few days, he had to face up to the reality and saw Song Xinyi's considerate care of him, maybe Zhuang Bufan would have forgotten her in a certain corner a long time ago.

"You see, this is Zheng An, a new friend, someone who went to the back garden to play this time. ”

Suddenly, Song Xinyi's words interrupted his thoughts, causing him to come back to his senses.

Zhuang Bufan looked at Zheng An and couldn't help laughing.

And what about Zheng An this time? his face drooped, eager to stuff his head into the crotch of his pants.

It's so embarrassing......

Not long ago, they had a beating, but now they have to put on a smile and act as if nothing had happened.

Zhuang Bufan didn't think so, this bit of wind and waves couldn't disturb his state of mind.

"Hello, Zheng An. Zhuang Bufan clasped his hands to his chest and said with a smile.

"Hello, Zhuang Bufan. Zheng An saw Zhuang Bufan's indifferent attitude, so he no longer panicked about it, but raised his eyebrows and said with a smile.

Song Xinyi saw that as soon as the two met, the relationship was quite harmonious, and she couldn't help laughing, her face blooming like a flower.

It's just that this is all an appearance, the real thought is that Zheng An can't wait to grab Zhuang Bufan's hair and press it into the toilet.

Along the way, watch the various flower bones in the garden, and bees and butterflies collect nectar on the stamens.

For a moment, some forgot about sorrow.

However, a good idea popped up in Zheng An's mind, looking at Zhuang Bufan's handsome appearance, and Song Xinyi's reluctant obsessive gaze.

Since Song Xinyi came here, she has never shifted her attention from Zhuang Bufan.

For Zheng An, who loves her, she is so angry that her chest is stuffy, and she wants to shout, enough is enough.

This time, he wants to suppress Zhuang Bufan from Wencai.

You Zhuang Bufan is very remarkable, and with a weak force, you can beat me into a dog in the realm of the Eight Heavens of Martial Disciples.

Don't forget, Zheng An has a superb talent in literature and poetry, and once sang a song in the city, which attracted the men, women and children in the courtyard to give him a thumbs up and praise him.

This time, Zheng An is ready to show his little talent in front of the woman he loves.

"Purple and red, hundreds of flowers are not as beautiful as you. ”

Suddenly, Zheng An said this in front of Song Xinyi.

immediately caused Song Xinyi to cover her mouth and look at him in surprise.

That's right, this verse is simply ......

But anyone who listens to it will surely be moved by his verses.

When Song Xinyi heard this, she couldn't help but get drunk, and the expression on her face was so fascinated by the gorgeous rhetoric that she forgot where she was.

It's just that in terms of poetry, Zhuang Bufan is no worse than Zheng An.

You know, not long ago, he was still overwhelmed by a lot of people with his amazing talent.

I saw that Zhuang Bufan took a few steps forward and saw the peach blossoms not far ahead, the flowers were pink, which was full of romantic colors.

Zhuang Bufan seemed to feel something, put his hand on his chest, and groaned, "Flee and scorch." ”

For......

The charm seems to come from the heavenly sound, which makes people listen to it and never forget it.

Compared with the poems made by Zheng An, I really don't know how many times better.

In the face of this powerful opponent, even the talented Zheng An, who was once praised by everyone, choked his throat and couldn't say anything.

Zhuang Bufan didn't know this, he didn't think about showing his talent in front of Zheng An.

Just now, he will say the touching famous sentence, but it is just a feeling, and he is not suspected of pretending to be forced.

And this point is even more admirable, there is no way, good poetry always appears inadvertently.

And Zhuang Bufan's poems are even more desirable, so that Zheng An has to be convinced.

"You...... Flee and scorch...... How could you possibly create such a lingering poem? It must have been copied, right? ”

Zheng An shouted, in the face of such a stunning audience, Song Xinyi also showed her star eyes and looked at Zhuang Bufan with admiration, which made Zheng An unconvinced, and insisted that Zhuang Bufan's inspiration creation was plagiarized.

Hmph, is there such a thing? It's complete nonsense.

"If you go and look through a book, if there is such a poem, then I copied it. ”

Zhuang Bufan didn't want to communicate with Zheng Anduo, but in the face of this person who was defeated by himself and fell to the ground and fainted.

Zhuang Bufan is disdainful of him, this kind of person can still wander around in front of his eyes, I have to say, it is Zheng An's luck.

If it weren't for the presence of Miss Song next to him, Zhuang Bufan would say that he would strike another hard blow and knock Zheng An unconscious.

"You ......" Zheng An had nothing to say.

At this time, Song Xinyi, who was on the side, said, "Zheng An, don't spew blood, how could Zhuang Bufan do such a shameless act of plagiarism, it is because you yourself are not convinced, so you said this." If you can create beautiful sentences like Zhuang Bufan, you can be regarded as a real skill. ”

Zheng An lowered his head, he was indeed a little annoyed and angry just now, which is not something else that can be explained.

In the face of Zhuang Bufan's strong strength, he is incompetent.

At this moment, he and Zhuang Bufan are fighting for their talents, but what will they face?

When this kind of thing happens to anyone, he will have a bitter face and hate this young man who has made him suffer a lot.

But, one thing has to be said, and that is that he is a big idiot.

This kind of thing is still going to fight with Zhuang Bufan, who is not a big fool?

This is simply self-inflicted, and there is nothing to say at all.

Zheng An couldn't help but say, "Why? Why do I want to compete with you, isn't this self-inflicted humiliation? From the beginning of the competition with you, defeated by you, and now I am still ready to compete with you in poetry, this is simply a joke, I am a joke." ”

"What, you fought with Zhuang Bufan?"

"Ah, no, I just lost and said some nonsense, and I haven't fought with him. After all, he and I had only met for the first time. ”

Zheng An hurriedly waved his hand and shook his head and said, for fear that Song Xinyi would misunderstand this matter.

If she learned that Zheng An had just fought with Zhuang Bufan and was defeated by Zhuang Bufan, she would definitely look down on him.

There is nothing wrong with it, they will look down on him.

You must know that Zhuang Bufan only recovered a little bit of force, and beat him to the ground.

Such a shameful thing, Zheng An hopes to have never experienced in his life.

Since he has experienced it, Zhuang Bufan disdains to say it, if he doesn't say it, no one will ever know.

This kind of thing is always a good thing.