Villain: He was reversed by the legendary female general at the beginning

"Brother Chu, it's so beautiful here!"

Su Muqing said that he likes this place very much. Although there are few interesting things here, there is a kind of artistic conception.

Chuhe is holding Lele in his arms at the moment, and the little guy's eyes are also full of curiosity. His big crystal clear eyes have already been attracted by this bustling world.

"Hahaha…"

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

"As expected of the number one genius in the Southwest!"

"..."

Chuhe and the others suddenly heard a lively noise coming from ahead, which was in stark contrast to the tranquility around them.

"Brother Chu, should we go over and have a look?"

"Go if you want."

Seeing the curiosity in Su Muqing's eyes, how could Chuhe not know what was in his heart.

"Wood!"

After hearing this, Su Muqing happily pecked on the Chu River.

"Dad, I want to kiss you too!"

Lele in Chuhe's arms also kissed him after hearing this, and then made a face at Su Muqing.

"Little guy, if you're so pissed, I'll spank your ass."

"Lele is wrong..."

After Lele heard it, she said aggrievedly, Su Muqing's heart softened immediately, she squeezed Lele's tender face, and opened her mouth to speak softly.

"Mother is wrong, Lele is the most obedient."

"whee…"

Chuhe and the others came to the noisy place, and after a brief look, they knew what they were doing.

"Brother Chu, what are they doing?"

Su Muqing saw a group of people talking there, she couldn't understand, but she looked at Chuhe curiously.

"Just treat them as a contest."

"Contest? How can you compete in martial arts just by talking?"

"Talk to the sword, and follow the words. In the Confucian Saints and Immortals Dynasty, their contests were like this, and the winner was determined with poems and prose."

"Oh, so that's the case, how do they see who wins and who loses?"

"There is no need to say when the gap is large. When the gap is small, either the audience votes or a tie."

As he spoke, Chu He looked at the man who had just come to the stage. He was dressed in a white robe with black hair and a fan. He was dressed in a gentle manner and had sapphire around his waist. He could be called a good-looking talent.

"Is this man the head of a silver gun candle?"

Chu He was taken aback by Su Muqing's words, and turned to look at her immediately.

"Am I wrong?"

"Mainly I want to know why you think so."

"Isn't this generally accepted? Who dressed like this when we were fighting? Especially those who directly used fans as weapons."

"Well, there is some truth in saying this, but they use poetry to describe this matter."

Chuhe re-emphasized helplessly that in fact, he also thought that people who used fans as weapons were rubbish. After all, the lethality of fans was too small, at most they were dexterous, and then they could use hidden weapons.

But you can't use their method to put them on the scene of Confucian saints. The literati of Confucian saints and immortals used fans almost as a rule. Few people held long swords, and more brushes and books were used.

"Everyone, there are only two lines in this poem of mine at the moment. I came up with it on the spur of the moment. I'm just throwing bricks here to attract jade and show my ugliness."

"Hahaha, Brother Su was joking, who doesn't know your title of genius."

"Yes, yes, this should be an introduction."

"I also think so. Brother Su's great talent is well known to all."

Chuhe smiled disdainfully after hearing what they said. Literati are best at bragging to each other. Even if they don't like each other's works in their hearts, they will say yes on the surface and satirize them secretly.

A gentleman is talking about a literati, and a villain is talking about a literati.

History is recorded by literati, and since we are human, we will have sensibility.

"The boundless land can be broken with a single sword, where the prosperity and music will fall."

"it is good!"

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

Everyone in the audience applauded after hearing it. As for whether they really thought so or something else, Chuhe didn't know. Anyway, he didn't understand poetry, but he knew a few lines of poetry.

In Chuhe's opinion, the poems spoken by the man on the stage can only be regarded as quite satisfactory, and it is true that he can do it.

"Brother Chu, how about this line of his poem?"

Su Muqing pulled La Chuhe and asked in a low voice.

"What do you think of what he said?"

Chuhe didn't answer Su Muqing's words, but asked instead. Su Muqing didn't hesitate after hearing it, and said it directly without concealing it.

"I think it really is a silver gun candle head, anyway, I don't like it."

Su Muqing's words were not loud, but they were heard by some people present.

"Who...! What is this girl dissatisfied with? I can answer one or two questions below."

The person who turned around was just about to show off when he was immersed in Su Muqing's beauty.

"killed."

Chuhe glanced at the person he saw, and then said lightly, just as his words fell, before everyone could react, the person who spoke lost his head.

The hot blood gushing out made the people around react, and immediately backed away again and again, looking at Chuhe with eyes like gods and demons.

"Hmph, I don't know how to live or die. If it's not good, it's not good. Why don't people say it?!"

Su Muqing looked at everyone present with an unhappy expression, but this time no one refuted, only the boy in white robe said.

"Sir, girl, I don't know which part of this poem is not handled well? Can you tell me?"

Bai Yang bowed to Chuhe first, and then asked.

"It's quite satisfactory. According to my feeling, that's it. If you want to know what's wrong, I don't know."

People respect Chuhe, and Chuhe respects people. The white-robed man in front of him has a friendly attitude, good manners, and his eyes are not looking around, so Chuhe is willing to tell him something.

"Me too. When I came here for the first time, I felt quite satisfactory. I don't understand why they all agreed, come on, come on, you were the fastest one just now. How can you tell me about his poem?"

Su Muqing pointed to a person and said that when that person saw Su Muqing, his body became stiff immediately, and he stretched out his hands and shook them repeatedly.

"No, not me!"

"killed."

As soon as the words fell, the man's head also fell off, startling everyone around him, this time no one ran, afraid that Su Muqing would notice them.