As if he hadn't seen it, the middle-aged man walked upstairs with his head held high, and as soon as he came up, he first glanced around, and went straight to his "lair" and paced over.

His "lair" is also in a position by the window, facing Xiao Feng and his party diagonally, but his chair is very special, and there is a layer of tiger skin cushions that I don't know where to get it.

Xiao Feng saw his face clearly the moment he sat down, the wine trough nose, the ears were very light, the eyebrows were very light, and the eyes were very small, which was ugly enough, the lips were as thick as fat intestines, and one of the front teeth was still exposed outside the lips.

As soon as this person sat down, he hugged his fist around him and said, "Thanks to all my friends, I can afford to give you the title of the next commenting god, but I am really ashamed to be shallow in my studies." ”

Immediately, someone laughed and said, "If the Mahayana brother is also a shallow learner, we should really go and commit suicide by jumping into the river." ”

Some people also chimed in: "This is a mistake, my cousin has been taught by the Mahayana brother, and at this moment, not only has his memory improved by leaps and bounds, but he also has a god in writing." ”

Some people even slapped the sycophants directly: "Brother Mahayana doesn't have to be humble, you have this ability, even if you are a teacher today, you will be better than that." ”

Xiao Feng and the others finally understood that this person was the Luo Mahayana that Yu Hongxi said.

Luo Dayan's heart naturally blossomed, he liked to be flattered, and even more like to be pretentious, so he immediately lowered his face and said angrily to the third person: "Tian Li, you are talking nonsense here again, if you are found out today, we will only meet on the guillotine in a few days." ”

Tian Li knew that although he was angry on the surface, he was very happy in his heart, and he didn't break it at the moment, but after saying three "yes" words, he stopped talking.

Luo Mahayana stopped looking at him, and said, "I wonder if anyone is looking for the next commentary today?"

As soon as the words fell, a gray-clothed Confucian next to him immediately said, "Yes." ”

Luo Dayana smiled, looked at him and said, "I wonder if Your Excellency has any poems to comment on, or do you have articles to discuss?"

The gray-clothed Confucian immediately said: "I wrote a clumsy poem below, and I heard that Brother Mahayana is a famous mentor in the vicinity, so I came here and hoped that Brother Mahayana would give some advice." ”

Luo Dayan almost couldn't close his mouth with a smile, but he felt out of shape, and then said with a straight face: "This friend is too polite, all brothers in the world, all over the world are one family, I can't give advice, it's okay to have a discussion." ”

"Brother Mahayana is really a humble gentleman. ”

The gray-clothed Confucian also smiled: "Then it will be ugly below." ”

Everyone paused, staring at the two of them with wide eyes.

Luo Dayana took a sip of tea, put it down again, and looked at it with a smile.

But listening to the gray-clothed Confucian chanting: "Looking at the sky from afar is like splashing ink, who does the Xiangge sit alone with; ”

As soon as he finished chanting, someone next to him applauded: "Good poetry, good poetry!"

The gray-clothed Confucian smiled and thanked the man, then turned to Luo Mahayana: "Please give me advice." ”

"You're welcome to be down there. ”

Luo Mahayana can be said: "The sky is the meaning of the sky, splashing ink is a metaphor for dark clouds, if you don't read the second sentence, everyone will mistakenly think that the sky is cloudy, and soon there will be a thunderstorm." But after listening to the second sentence, she knew that she was a resentful woman sitting alone in the pavilion, looking forward to the return of her husband, and the sorrow in her heart was as depressing as the dense clouds in the sky. ”

Speaking of this, he stared at the gray-clothed Confucian and praised: "This artistic conception is very good!"

The gray-clothed Confucian was flattered and immediately thanked: "Thank you, Brother Mahayana." ”

Luo Dayan smiled slightly, and continued: "The artistic conception in the back is even more powerful, the lady is waiting for the twilight, but she still can't look forward to her husband, so she can only let the tears fly and turn into lovesick rain." ”

Before the words fell, there was a sound of praise, and after the words were finished, the voices of praise came and went.

Xiao Feng had long been disdainful, but he never spoke, and kept drinking tea with his head down.

In his eyes, it was as if tea was the best thing in the world, and nothing could replace it.

He didn't speak, Mengxin and Agarwood only accompanyed, they kept hanging their heads ** teacups, but they couldn't drink it for a long time, after all, they had already drunk twelve cups of tea, and if they drank it again, not only would their stomachs protest, but even they would not be able to stand it.

Xiao Feng didn't raise his head, and suddenly said softly: "Mengxin, you usually chatter, but how did you become a resentful woman today?"

Mengxin understands what he means, this is to let herself take the lead!

She said in her heart: "Who is afraid of whom, anyway, I also hate this Luo Mahayana so much, if it weren't for him, how could I be insulted by Fang Chongyun?"

Thinking like this, she suddenly raised her head and shouted: "The evaluation is simply bullshit." ”

This shout shocked everyone, including the Mahayana himself, as well as the axe-wielding man and the sword-wielding man standing next to him.

Who doesn't know the Mahayana?

That is a tyrant in the town of the Gucheng clan, and he has always been the only one who bullies others, and no one dares to brush his tiger beard.

Two days ago, it seemed that someone Tai Sui broke ground on his head, and at this moment, he may have become a dead soul under the knife.

Therefore, everyone couldn't help but want to see who this loud drinker was.

At the same time, at least half of the people sitting there vomited.

The woman who spoke was so ugly, Luo Mahayana was disgusting enough (they didn't dare to say it), but they didn't expect that she had become a handsome and dashing son in front of this woman.

In an instant, Luo Mahayana had "woken up", stared at Mengxin, and then looked at Xiao Feng, who was drinking tea, and Agarwood, who was holding tea with his head down, and said fiercely: "Who dares to look down on me like this, but it turns out to be three stinky babies." ”

Meng Xin also looked directly at him and sneered: "What's wrong with us being babies?

Luo Dayan's face changed immediately, a face that was not very handsome was even more indescribably ugly at the moment, and he also sneered: "I am in a good mood today, I wanted to let you go, but I didn't expect you to be uninteresting, okay, I'll give you a ride, don't blame me for being ruthless on the Huangquan Road." ”

"Roar!" Mengxin said disdainfully: "Come on, come on, come on, I can't wait, I want to see how you gave us a ride?"

Luo Dayan was so angry that his lips trembled, and his facial muscles trembled: "You ugly thing is really crazy, if I were you, I would immediately jump into the river and commit suicide, so as not to be embarrassed to stay in this world." ”

Meng Xin also looked at him coldly, and sneered: "Do you think you are very handsome? Not to mention this dress like a fat pig who can't be dragged, there is also this nose, this ear, this eyebrow, this eyebrow, this eye, this fat lip, where is there still a little bit of human appearance?"

Luo Dayan's face changed again.