C330 Drunkenness plagiarism

"Hua!"

Xiao Lang's words were a little too broad, he scolded everyone here, indicating that they were all unknown, and that they could not get called over by the two young misses.

Not to mention there were countless scholars and rich people at the Divine Soul City, but they were all famous at the Feather Dynasty. It was likely that even an average person would not be able to stand such a temper, right? Immediately, Xiao Lang was surrounded and attacked.

A middle-aged scholar sneered and said, "I have long heard of Wild Young Noble and have always been talented. I am Su Shanke, Liu Mingxu, and would like to consult Young Noble!"

"It's not just Zhang Feng, his nickname is Wangyou, I'm also willing to ask Wild Young Noble for some pointers!"

"This lowly one is hollow …"

The few of them stood up and issued their challenges to Xiao Lang, obviously wanting to use words to suppress him. After sparring, they defeated Xiao Lang's aura and slapped his face, helping themselves to breathe in the air for Sea Sky Pavilion. Of course, they also did this to move the hearts of the two goddesses upstairs.

Xiao Lang grinned, looking at the countless righteous and indignant young masters, he felt like monkeys dancing in the grass. He slightly narrowed his eyes and listened attentively to every single person's words. Only when no one spoke did he tilt his head and say: "Is he finished? What do you mean? You want a group of people to fight me alone? Lissa, who's afraid of who? Today, this young master will fight alone with the entire Divine Soul City and rich man, and if you are unwilling to accept it, then call all of you to me, and today, this big brother will throw you all to the ground! "

"Puff …"

Qian Xun sprayed all the fine wine in his mouth onto a girl from the Wind Moon Pavilion, making him extremely happy. This master was fighting with someone else, why did it feel like he was fighting with a group of people? He looked like a swordsman who was rolling up his sleeves and looking around with his sword drawn. His killing intent was awe-inspiring as he angrily glared at the group of Warrior, wanting to fight to the death with them.

"Puff …"

A group of young masters, including a few servants, spat out their wine as well. Wasn't this man too fierce? To fight alone against the entire city's rich and powerful, where is the Divine Soul City? Other than the places with the most rich and powerful Heavenly Feather City, there were four small families here.

Since ancient times, there has been no second place in martial arts, and no first in literature.

"Pa Pa Pa!"

A burst of applause, pulled everyone back from their thoughts, attracting everyone's attention, Xiao Lang also looked towards the sound of the applause, only to see a beautiful figure slowly walking down from the second floor.

When this figure appeared, everyone's gaze instantly lit up. Xiao Lang's eyes also lit up, and Qian Xun's gaze burned so hot that it could melt ice and snow.

Willow Yi Yi Yi, swaying, skin whiter than snow, lotus blooming with every step, graceful and amorous.

A woman's face was completely covered by a light muslin, but her figure alone was enough to captivate people. Of the women that Xiao Lang had seen before, other than Yun Zishan and Dongfang Hongdou, the only one who looked at him was the person in front of him.

If Dongfang Hongdou was a rose and Yun Zishan was a peony, then this woman in front of him was a peony. Her fragrance was extremely enchanting.

Zither Immortal Yao Yue!

Xiao Lang secretly nodded. At that time, he did not see it clearly, and only took a glance, but he did not expect this woman to be considered beautiful, and to be worthy of Yao Yue's name.

Young Master Xiao Lang, I've got a gift for you. I heard that young master wanted to suppress the entire city by himself, so I couldn't help but invite you to come down and take a look at the grand occasion, would you?

"This girl is here to add fuel to the fire, she's here to stir up trouble!"

Xiao Lang squinted his eyes and unrestrainedly swept his gaze over Yao Yue's body yet did not say a word. Just like that, the faces of the smiling and profane goddesses turned green, making Yao Yue feel slightly awkward. Just as he was about to speak, Xiao Lang suddenly nodded his head and said: "Mind … It is impossible, but since Miss is here, how about we place a bet? If I win against everyone here tonight, would it be possible for me to go upstairs and sleep for the night? "

"Hu hu!"

The temperature in the hall immediately shot up. Countless people were burning with anger, and their faces completely darkened. Xiao Lang was a blasphemous goddess. The two young misses, Bing Qing and Yu Jie, also known as Song Family's young master, Song Xiaoyu had sat on the bed for a little while, yet this madman was going to sleep for the night? Did he think this was the Wind and Rain Pavilion?

Yao Yue was also stunned, she did not expect Xiao Lang to be so wild, to the point that she could not resist it. Why were they both so distinguished? It was because the two of them had never had an intimate relationship with a man. Once they were no longer pure and clean, their status would immediately drop and they would definitely not be as aloof as they were now.

However, facing Xiao Lang's burning gaze, Yao Yue had no choice but to open his mouth: "The wild prince is wagering with the rich and powerful in the city, Yao Yue only wants to watch for a while, this request is not excessive, right? Why did Young Master drag the flames of war onto this little girl? "

"Ha ha!"

Xiao Lang laughed and no longer looked at Yao Yue. His heart became dull once again, this Yao Yue did not dare to participate in the battle, and still did not forget to instigate him? He hated this kind of woman who had such scheming thoughts the most, so he coldly laughed twice and said: "Your Sea Sky Pavilion is indeed very boring, forget it, forget it! Let's go, the Wind Moon Pavilion is still the most interesting! "

Seeing Xiao Lang actually standing up and bringing his men out, not to mention the other rich young masters, even the shopkeeper's Uncle Zhang was angry, what kind of place did Xiao Lang think this was? Come and go as you please?

Uncle Zhang said coldly, "Wild Young Master, you're leaving just like that? If he didn't leave anything behind, everyone would be convinced? Or did you admit defeat? "

Looking at the indignant eyes, then looking at Yao Yue's beautiful face which was faintly filled with anger, Xiao Lang could not help but laugh. Looking at the two women from the Wind Moon Pavilion behind him, he smiled and said: "One will grind and the other will write, let this group of people see what I have done!"

The two women immediately brought out their brushes and ink as they looked at Xiao Lang, waiting for his great work.

"Wine!"

Xiao Lang bellowed as he threw a jar of wine to the side with one hand. As Xiao Lang drank, he started to recite loudly:

"Leaning on the wind of the dangerous buildings, looking forward to the spring, gloomy sky. In the light of the grass colored smoke, who would rely on their appendix? "

"The ancient Dao horses of Chang'an were slow, the tall willow cicadas chirped in disorder. Outside of Sunset Island, four days had passed in the autumn wind. Gui Yun had left without a trace. Where was the early stage? "Unlike last year, when the drinkers were desolate,"

"Sunset embroidery scroll, the pavilion's water continuously empties. Zhijun for me new work, windows wet green and red. Long record of the Pingshan Hall, an excursion to the south of the river, misty not lonely. He knew the language of the drunkards, and the color of the mountains was unknown to him. A thousand minutes later, it was clear and bright. All of a sudden, a wave rose up and swept the white-headed old man away. Laughing Lan Tai, unanswered Zhuang Sheng's heavenly music, there is a male and female. "A bit of righteous Qi, a thousand miles fast like the wind."

"When will the moon be bright? Ye Zichen asked the blue sky. I wonder what year it will be. I want to ride the wind and go home, but I am afraid of the beauty of the palace and the cold of the high places. If one dances to make out the shadow, why does it seem like they are in the human world? Zhu Ge Pavilion, Ling Qi, sleepless. What should I hate? It was difficult to complete the story of the people who had their sorrows together and the moon that was full and round. "Let us hope that we will live on for a long time, with a distance of a thousand miles between us."

"Since the spring, sad green and red, the heart is a matter Keke. "The sun is shining, the warbler is wearing a willow band, and the incense is still pressed down …"

"…"

Xiao Lang did not know how to compose poems, but wasn't copying simple?

After drinking the entire pot of wine and using up half of the ink, Xiao Lang couldn't even remember how many times he had chanted the Myriad Ancient Songs.

Thirty? Fifty? A hundred?

Before he fell asleep, he could vaguely see that all the literary talents and peerless young masters had turned into idiots. Their bodies were all trembling with their mouths wide open, and they could even swallow a single fried dough stick and two eggs.

Qian Xun's expression was very complicated, looking at the group of people, he felt a chill from the bottom of his feet? Xiao Lang seemed to have gotten a little crazy this time.