"Do you know that old cats play with mice?"
Er Gouzi looked at Da Qingzi.
Da Qingzi looked impatient and said, "I don't know! The old cat knows that when he eats a mouse, he ate the mouse in one bite!"
"You call it impulsive, just keep having fun and enjoy!"
Ergouzi smiled cleverly and said, "The old cat will definitely eat the mouse in the end, but before eating the mouse, he has to play with the mouse before eating it, so that he will be happy and full!
Da Qingzi frowned and said, "Isn't that still eating? What's the difference?"
He said in a puzzled way: "Eat and eat. I have to do it so hard. I really don't understand you!"
"Hey, calm, calm!"
Er Gouzi wore a smiley face that looked like a human being born, and said: "I said Qingzi, didn't Brother Hao tell you before he left, cultivate more xinxing~ hehe~"
"Huh~"
Daqingzi took a long breath and said, "Cheng Chengcheng, the old cat plays with the mouse, the old cat plays with the mouse, then play with you this grandson!"
"Hey~"
Er Gouzi grinned: "This is decent~"
After speaking, the two of them quietly watched the hypocrites at the gate of the city.
I saw one of the hypocrites standing at the front of the team, wearing a pale blue robe, carrying a sword behind him, pacing back and forth at the gate of the city, tusk and sound, suddenly looked at the city wall, suddenly looked at the desolate environment behind him, brewing poetry.
This person is just the "Friend Qian Taoist" who just said he wants to write poetry.
He muttered, skipping poetic words one after another in his head, and then he would find the most suitable words among these words and put them together to make a poem!
The sword-backed monks who were with him were just waiting for his poems, all talking and laughing in a low voice.
"Look at Fellow Qian Daoist, haha, his poetic foulness is unstoppable, it is really unstoppable!"
"Don't tell me, the poem made by Fellow Qian Daoist is really good!"
"Yes, that's right, Daoist Qian's poems, I'm the favorite to listen to!"
...
A monk wearing a black robe stood up and said, "Hey, everyone, I was lucky to have a poem from Fellow Qian!"
"This poem is really well written!"
As he spoke, he looked triumphant and ostentatious.
As the saying goes, "things gather people into groups". Are these nine sword-backed monks a typical example of this saying? They are all sullen and showy people.
Therefore, they would be happy to hear this black-robed monk talk about the poem given to him by fellow Taoist Qian.
"You Daoist Zhang, since Daoist Qian gave you poems, you have to share it with us!"
They urged Daoyou Zhang to wait for the other party to say the poem.
The Daoist friend smiled, and said, "Since you all are so kind, let's just read it!"
After speaking, he cleared his throat, and then read aloud: "Black clothes, black robe and black sword, heaven and earth; wherever Zhang goes, there are thousands of thunder!"
When he read the last sentence, he raised his hand and shouted, with a high spirit!
After listening, his companions clapped enthusiastically, and immediately blew rainbow farts.
"Good good!"
"Good poem, good poem! Good poem!"
"This poem is very beautiful, and it is a perfect match with Zhang Daoyou!"
"Friend Qian Daoist observes meticulously, he is a master of all things, this poem is truly unique!"
"Poetry and Zhang Daoyou are a double jue!"
"Hahaha!!!"
...
This wave of rainbow farts really blows... Malan is blooming, no matter if it's three or seven twenty one!