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Chapter 459 Aggressive, face slap continues
Chapter 455 Aggressive, face slap in progress

"How is it? The old man sees Mr. Lin's literary talents, and it is rare in the world to propose such a challenging thing. Is Mr. Lin worried that he is not strong enough and dare not take up the challenge?"

Zhang Lei stroked his gray beard, as if everything was under control, he smiled and said to Lin Xiaoyao, without any sense of shame, even a man with Zhou Haoran's magnanimity couldn't help showing anger on his face, I can't wait to kick him twice, how could there be such a brazen person in the Holy Sect, so embarrassing a junior, is he really Wen Zong's second only to himself?

Lin Xiaoyao still acted very calmly, as if he had no longer complained about Zhang Lei's shamelessness. He pondered for a moment, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and asked lightly: "Guardian Zhang, don't you feel that you are Are some too aggressive? Do you really think that the famous poems through the ages are all Chinese cabbage, and you can have them if you want?"

"Oh? The old man is just to give you some motivation, and everyone also wants to see Mr. Lin show off his supernatural power, don't you think?"

Zhang Lei's face-skinned has already reached a higher level of being shameless and skinless. If he stripped off his face-skin and bought it, it would be three catties heavier than normal people.

However, he is shameless, but it does not mean that other people are also shameless. After all, the people of the Holy Gate just stand on different positions. They are still very proud. They will never do anything about their reputation.

So Zhang Lei thought that he would respond to everyone, but he didn't expect that no one would respond to him except his younger brother.

"Don't you think what I said is right?"

With a gloomy face, Zhang Lei said to a group of disciples standing behind him.

"Yes! Zhang Hufa's words are of course correct!"

"That's right, Zhang Hufa is always so humble, so willing to give, he must give the opportunity to others!"

Hearing Zhang Lei's threatening words, the people of his faction quickly responded, but in the empty hall, only these 30 people kept saying things against their will, like monkeys, let them talk He was too ashamed to speak anymore.

However, Lin Xiaoyao seemed to be unaware of everything that happened. He touched his chin habitually, sighed softly, and said, "Are you sure if I make a poem, you won't embarrass me anymore, and Do you want Hong Zhu to marry me?"

Zhang Lei didn't believe that there were people more monstrous than Cao Zhi in this world, and he also didn't believe that the seven-step poem could be accomplished by one person, so in order to force Lin Xiaoyao to fight, he agreed without thinking.

"I promise you! As long as you can make such a poem and get everyone's unanimous approval, I promise you! However, the theme still needs to be written by the old man!"

Zhang Lei added another brazen sentence.

Lin Xiaoyao really wanted to stomp on Zhang Lei's face. How could there be such a shameless person in this world? He was many times more shameless than himself!He doesn't hate those who are shameless, but he hates those who are even more shameless than himself.

If Zhang Lei came up with the theme, even though Lin Xiaoyao had a lot of poems in his mind, he would not dare to agree. After all, Zhang Lei came up with a particularly unorthodox theme, and he had never heard of it before, so he was doomed!But Zhang Lei is already so shameless, if he doesn't agree, he probably won't let it go.

After much deliberation, Lin Xiaoyao had no choice but to agree in the end. He could only pray for good luck and be able to quickly recall the corresponding poems.

"Okay! I promise you! But what I want to say is..." Lin Xiaoyao raised his head suddenly, his eyes were like sharp swords, showing their sharpness, which made Zhang Lei feel a sense of fear, and couldn't help but backed away step.

There was a sneer at the corner of Lin Xiaoyao's mouth. He looked around the crowd, like a proud god, and said loudly: "I, Lin Xiaoyao, are not so easy to be bullied. If those who bully me don't keep their promises later, I will Use all your strength to prevent him from living or dying!"

Whether it was Zhang Lei, Zhang Hao, or other people in the Holy Sect who were hostile to Lin Xiaoyao, when they heard Lin Xiaoyao's words, they felt a chill all over their bodies, as if they were being stared at by an injured lone wolf. If you are not careful, you will be bitten into pieces!
Zhang Lei was also frightened by Lin Xiaoyao's murderous words, but the desire for power and fame in his heart forced him to overcome this fear. He swallowed a mouthful of spit and said sternly: "Of course!" , the old man is famous, how could he bully you, a junior! Since you agreed, let's start!"

Lin Xiaoyao gave Zhang Lei a disdainful and cold look, nodded, and said without any nonsense, "What theme?"

"I don't make things difficult for you, my subject. My subject is only two words, which is a feeling, and this feeling is—loneliness! Mr. Lin, please start!"

Zhang Lei seemed to see the light of victory, with a smile that only a winner could have on his face. Although he was still afraid of Lin Xiaoyao in his heart, as long as he won, everything would be fine. No matter how powerful Lin Xiaoyao is, he is just a How can ordinary people fight against the Holy Gate and the big shots behind them?
"Shameless!"

"It's not easy!"

"What an old man!"

Ming Wenjin, a person with some achievements in literature, when he heard Zhang Lei's theme, he cursed inwardly, how could this not be embarrassing, how could it be fair?The word loneliness seems easy, but it is recognized as the most difficult subject. After all, other themes have a carrier, but the feeling of loneliness is ethereal and invisible, and it is the most difficult to express of.

Moreover, poetry pays attention to artistic conception, and the artistic conception of loneliness is also the most difficult to describe. Everyone has their own thoughts and ideas about loneliness. It is really difficult to make a lonely poem that makes everyone feel the same.

"What a shameless old man? It makes me want to make a move. Do you need me to vent your anger on you? My Mr. Lin..."

Yu Zhilan squinted her eyes, a frightening look flashed in her eyes, she played with the jade fan with her fingers, and looked at Lin Xiaoyao without blinking.

"Oh! What a fool, how can you agree to such an unfair rule? If you can't write poems, what will senior sister do?" Murong Xiangxiang, who was hiding behind the screen, also looked nervous and worried. Follow Lin Xiaoyao.

"Boy Lin, if you can really compose a poem in seven steps, then this old man is not qualified to be your master..."

Zhou Haoran's eyes flashed brightly, and he looked at the center of the hall with piercing eyes, on the young man who focused everyone's attention...

(End of this chapter)