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Chapter 621 Hu Hansan

Chapter 613 Hu Hansan
Headache, headache!

Especially when thinking of Zhao Xuan'er's standard little witch appearance, Lin Xiaoyao felt even more headaches. If he couldn't compose poems that satisfied Zhao Xuan'er, according to Zhao Xuan'er's jealous little witch personality, he might make trouble again. What's up.

There is no way, no matter whether Zhao Xuaner came up with this literary method or not, Lin Xiaoyao can only think hard, but he is different from other contestants, those contestants are suffering from not being able to think of the content of the poem, Lin Xiaoyao is suffering from There are too many poems, which one should I choose?

At this time, half of the incense was burned, and some people with a little bit of literary talent began to write their own poems.

Seeing that some people have already started to write, those reckless people who only know how to fight and kill and have never written have become even more anxious, but they really have no choice, they don't have any ink in their stomachs, I can't even write my name, let alone write any poems!

Do you want to grab it?But so many people are watching!They don't dare to do that kind of thing that both people and gods are angry with!

Therefore, in desperation, in line with the good conduct that I can't get and you don't want to get it, they began to verbally harass the people around them, disrupting their thoughts, and preventing them from having the opportunity to make truly excellent things. work.

Anyway, I can't pass this level!You don't want to pass it either!

As a result, the originally quiet four arenas became lively again. Regarding this strange phenomenon that was incompatible with the literary competition, Qiao Li saw that the holy lady Zhao Xuan'er did not stop her, so he also closed his eyes and ignored it. We only need to wait until the time is up, and we can talk about a group of people.

"Hey, brother, don't keep pretending. Why are you closing your eyes and pretending to think deeply? If you don't think about it, you won't think about it. We don't have the good fortune to marry this little lady..."

When Lin Xiaoyao was meditating with his eyes closed, a guy whose voice was not low, as high as ringing a bell, found him and harassed him in various languages.

Hearing this, Lin Xiaoyao slowly opened his eyes and saw that the man was still spitting and talking to himself, he also found it very interesting. Everyone said that the ancients were simple and stupid, but this person looks a bit simple and honest, but Is he stupid?
"Brother, if we don't have that blessing, don't think about it anymore. Brother thinks you are very pleasing to the eye. At worst, I will take you to the kiln to have a good time. The girls there are all as beautiful as immortals, and they know all kinds of jobs. I promise to make you happy." The one who is so ecstatic and wants to die is much better than this little lady..."

Seeing that Lin Xiaoyao just smiled at him and had no other reaction, he also became a little anxious, afraid that Lin Xiaoyao would really write something, so he increased his skills, and even brought on the temptation of this kind of disadvantage.

Lin Xiaoyao shook his head slightly when he heard the words. It wasn't that he didn't want to experience the life of a brothel, but that the group of beauties at home was enough to give him a headache. Being crushed, how could he dare to go to that kind of place again? Isn't this the birthday star who hanged himself to seek death!

At this time, three-quarters of the incense had been burned out. The man saw that Lin Xiaoyao was just giggling there like a fool. Moreover, more than half of the time had passed. Lin Xiaoyao was really talented and could really do such a good job. Can you compose a poem in a short time?

So he stopped talking to Lin Xiaoyao, but looked elsewhere, ready to attack those who were writing poems.

But at this moment, he found that Lin Xiaoyao had actually picked up the pen, dipped it in the ink, and without any hesitation, began to write words on the paper.

This stunned the guy with the loud voice. He didn't expect that Lin Xiaoyao really had such a talent and could write?
And seeing that Lin Xiaoyao's pen was like a dragon, he didn't hesitate at all, he wrote with spirit, and the speed was so fast that he was dazzled, he was even more shocked!Could it be that the guy who smirked in front of me just now is really real!

He widened his eyes and opened his mouth completely. He looked at the paper in front of Lin Xiaoyao. Although he couldn't read, it didn't mean he didn't understand anything. In his eyes, those poems should be symmetrical. , but the number of words written by Lin Xiaoyao varies in length, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like poetry. Could it be that he was too anxious and wrote it casually?

"I said brother, I don't know how to write or not. If you don't know how to write, you don't know how to write. We people in the Jianghu don't care about this, but if you don't know how to write and draw, you will be punished. If people know about it, they will lose their reputation and be laughed at!"

That person thought that Lin Xiaoyao was in a hurry to jump over the wall and wanted to write a few words casually, so as not to lose face and hand in a blank paper, so he kindly persuaded him.

When Lin Xiaoyao heard this, the smile on his face became even brighter. He nodded, but he still kept writing, but said in his mouth: "This big brother has really good eyes, even I can see that I am writing and drawing blindly." It’s just that I have a strange disease. I don’t pick up the pen when I don’t pick up the pen. But if I pick up the pen, I can’t stop until it fills a piece of paper. It can only be left to it.”

"What about this disease?"

Lin Xiaoyao suppressed a smile and nodded, only to see that he finished writing on the blank paper as quickly as possible, then drew a circle, and then stopped. At this time, the incense was also burned out, and the time was just right.

"You really wrote a whole piece of paper!" The man said in surprise.

Lin Xiaoyao picked up the paper, blew on the ink on it, and said with a smile: "There is no way, I know it's just a disease, and it needs to be cured, but I haven't found any prescription to treat my disease. "

"Hey, poor people too! My surname is Hu, and everyone in the Jianghu is called Hu Hansan. I don't know my brother's name!" Hu Hansan clasped his hands to Lin Xiaoyao, and said carelessly.

When Lin Xiaoyao heard that the person in front of him was named Hu Hansan, he almost held his breath. He looked at the person in front of him with a complicated expression, and it took him a long time to recover.

"It turned out to be the famous old brother Hu Han San Hu, who has been admired for a long time. My surname is Lin, and the single name is Xiao." Lin Xiaoyao said with a smile.

"So it's Brother Lin, have you really heard of me?"

"Of course, I, Hu Hansan, is back! How could the famous Hu Hansan not know?" The smile in Lin Xiaoyao's eyes became more obvious.

"My Hu Hansan is back again? It sounds very domineering!"

Hu Hansan didn't know what Lin Xiaoyao's wonderful smile meant, but he didn't think too much about it, and at this time, Qiao Li also announced that the time was over, and ordered people to collect the poems written by everyone.

When Hu Hansan saw that Lin Xiaoyao handed over the paper he had scribbled on to the boy, he couldn't help asking, "Brother Lin, are you really going to hand it in?"

"Ah? Brother Hu, if you don't tell me, I would have forgotten it. I didn't want to hand it in. What should I do? It's going to be embarrassing again..."

Lin Xiaoyao said exaggeratedly.

(End of this chapter)