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"Absence? His attainment was deep? "God fucking brain circuit!" Jiang Feng, who had been called to write a poem, was surprised.

He opened his mouth and said, "Haha, Master Bai, I don't know how to compose poems, you guys can play!"

Bai Lan wanted to win over Zhou Yu, and had also heard from Jiang Feng that she didn't know how to write poems, so how could she let Jiang Feng go? Bai Lan wanted to win over Zhou Yu, and had also heard from Jiang Feng that she didn't know how to write poems, so how could she let Jiang Feng go?

Looking at the blue star bracelet in Bai Lan's hand, the audience was shocked. Even Mu Qing couldn't help but exclaim, "So beautiful!"

Wang Xia also ran to Zhou Jing's side and said, "Big brother Zhou Jing, you have to win the bracelet back for me. I only lack a bracelet for my jewelry set."

Everyone began sweating. What were the three bracelets on your hand? Why didn't he blink his eyes!

Zhou Jing nodded at Wang Xia. There was a deeper meaning to Bai Lan's question, because yesterday he had taken out a poem about the moon for Bai Lan to teach him. Not to mention that Jiang Feng didn't know how to compose poetry, even if he did know how to compose poetry, so what?!

He took a step forward and said, "Jiang Feng, do you dare to call a man 'grandpa'?

Jiang Feng had finally understood that this was both coercion, enticement, and the provocation of a bet. It was all to scam himself!

We are the young vanguard members who have received nine years of compulsory education, so who knows how many Tang Shi and Song Ci have memorized! Truly, a tiger doesn't send a cat. Do you think I'm in danger?!

"Since you want to kowtow and call me grandpa so much, I will reluctantly agree!" Jiang Feng shrugged his shoulders and said.

Everyone: "..."

Hey, didn't you just reject the idea of not knowing how to compose poems? Why did he get so excited just by kowtowing and calling him grandpa?

Also, where did you get that honey from? Zhou Yin is one of the top poetry experts in our circle!

Mu Qing looked at Jiang Feng with concern, but her thoughts had already drifted away. "Could it be that it's because I like this bracelet that Jiang Feng agrees to bet on poetry? Was he really willing to kneel for me? Speaking of which, I've still been thinking about Jiang Feng these past few days, intentionally or unintentionally … It's so embarrassing! "

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"Unless my brain is crushed by a door, you just wait for me to kowtow!" Zhou Jing said harshly as he stood in front of the Xuan paper hanging on the wall.

Jiang Feng also stood in front of the paper and rummaged through his memories for a while before finally understanding why only ink and paper had no brushes.

This was because in the land of immortal pets, they would use their immortal pets or weapons to draw out ink to write poetry. As for why they would do so.

"Ugh …" It's more handsome this way.

Alright, ignoring this custom, Jiang Feng took out his long spear.

"Tsk, a mere fine spear!" Zhou Quan said disdainfully as he played with his top quality brush, which was one level higher than Jiang Feng. This brush was something that he had spent a huge amount of money to get a craftsman to make.

"What, you want to spar?" Jiang Feng raised the tip of his spear.

"Humph!" Zhou Jian trembled and said, "Reckless man, what's the point of fighting and killing? Let us see the true meaning in our poetry!"

"Aiyo, grandson, you dare to scold me!" Jiang Feng was immediately unhappy.

Zhou Jing was so frightened that he hastily jumped away. Bai Lan did not understand, Zhou Jing was usually not that cowardly!

However, he also stopped them, "What standard of conduct do you have for this competition of poems? Be a good poet!"

Bai Xiang'er poured an hourglass at one side and said, "The time limit is ten minutes. Those who can't make a poem in the past are the negative ones!"

Dong … With the sound of a gong, the poetry competition officially began.

He thought for a while and smiled contemptuously at Jiang Feng. Then, he raised the brush and started writing again.

A Lone Moon Bird

Where to find a beautiful figure …

If this place were a temple of Lanruo

To be a Ningcai Chen in his lifetime

Moments later, seven words leaped onto the paper. Everyone in the audience applauded loudly.

Bai Lan commented in satisfaction, "Good! Zhou Qing-jie's first topic was the moon. He pointed out the emotional trauma in the quiet environment, and his neck and tail told the story of the ghost of a beautiful woman. The sadness slowly exuded from him that a beautiful woman was hard to find and was willing to wait for him. This poem should be considered a high-grade poem! "

Zhou Jing looked complacently at the dazed Jiang Feng and said, "You've gone silly, aren't you? You've been shocked by your brother's talent!" "Don't envy me, I'm just a legend!"

Jiang Feng scratched his head in shock. He just hadn't thought that the Celestial Pet Continent would actually have a legend regarding the female ghost.

Immediately, he waved his spear, bringing up the ink on the paper and using his spiritual energy to condense it into words.

"When will the moon be bright?" Everyone followed suit and began reciting.

Bai Lan's heart was thin, even a child's question could be called a poem? Squinting his eyes, he was waiting to criticize Jiang Feng's poem so that Zhou could win the match.

"When will the moon be bright? Ask Qingtian about the wine! I wonder what year it is that the Heavens Palace is in today. "

While everyone was reciting, Bai Lan also opened up half of her eyes. This word seemed to be rather interesting!

"I want to ride the wind and return, but I'm also afraid that I'll be exposed to the cold!"

"Lust and fear, the cold fur soaked through, what a waste of money this is!" Zhou's hand began to tremble.

"When you dance and understand your surroundings, it doesn't seem like you're in the mortal world."

"It doesn't seem like he is in the human world … "Seems like …" Even the arrogant and condescending Wang Xia was shocked by this intention.

"Zhu Zhu Ge Pavilion, Ling Qi, sleepless. If you do not have any hatred, what is there to hate about? "

Mu Qing opened her mouth slightly and stood there motionlessly. First, he asked Qing Tian Yue how long she had been, and secondly, he asked why she had always been at a different time. Just what had this person experienced to be so sentimental?

"People have their sorrows and sorrows, and the moon has its blues and its blessings. This matter is difficult to accomplish in the ancient times, and I hope that people can live on for a long time.

The whole audience was solemn, but everyone kept murmuring to themselves repeatedly, "Wishing us all a long time, we will all live a long life." Although he said he had a voice, he didn't say anything else.

Everyone was in the midst of pondering when a wisp of sad and clear moonlight fell lightly through the window pane at this moment, illuminating the piece of paper that was Jiang Feng's poem.

Suddenly, the Poetry Pavilion was like a pot of boiling water. The originally elegant tramp pointed at the "When did the moon" one by one and shouted, "Strange phenomenon, when did the sky show strange phenomenon!?" This poem has been around for ages! "

Zhou Jing sat on the ground with a thud. I'm competing with Jiang Feng in poetry? In front of him, are my words considered dregs?

"Jiang Feng, you …" Mu Qing walked up to Jiang Feng, unable to say a word.

Jiang Feng smiled and asked Mu Qing, "They all got sick?" And what's with this moonlight? "

Everyone vomited three liters of blood. You are the one who is sick, your entire family is sick! But, why, why did this kind of person write a poem that was passed down through the generations!

Mu Qing explained things to Jiang Feng, and Jiang Feng finally understood. He said to Bai Lan, "Then, Sir Bai, did I win?"

Bai Lan swallowed hard, stood up abruptly and shoved the Blue Star Bracelet into Jiang Feng's hands, saying fervently, "Of course, of course it's nephew Jiang Feng. Oh, no, Brother Jiang Feng won!"

As he spoke, he rubbed his hands together and took out a piece of Xuan paper from his chest, "Brother Jiang Feng, I have a poem that I'm planning to submit to the Seven Cities Newspaper. Can you comment on it?"

"Lord White, you're too shameless!"

"Jiang Feng, help me look at the poem as well!"

"Jiang Feng, can you help them first? I'll go to your room tonight and chat about poetry and poetry, okay?"

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