Invincible Puppet System

Just looking at Feng Shao's sloppy look, he is definitely not on the same side as a poet, but when he sang that poem just now, everyone's pores were definitely relaxed and they were mesmerized.

Even though the cultivation world advocates cultivation and likes to fight, there are not a few scenes where wine is used as a song and poems are used as an opponent.

Feng Shao smiled slightly at Liu Chengcheng, then turned his head to look at Xing Zibo, and asked playfully, "Mr. Xing, is my poem okay?"

Xing Zibo originally made up two sentences, but Feng Shao was so angry that he lost his inspiration in an instant. After holding back for a long time, he finally snorted angrily, "Is there any genius in the world who can blink into poetry? Even if there is, it is impossible." It's you!"

Feng Shao scoffed at Xing Zibo's words, "If you lose, you lose. Of course, I will definitely convince you."

Feng Shao made a mockery of Xing Zibo, and then looked at Mr. Dong, "Mr. Dong, I, Feng Shao, have always convinced people with virtue. You can give us another question. If you don't convince him today, he will definitely be like you." Barking like a mangy dog."

Luo Wen looked on coldly, and snorted softly, "Tibetan girls dare to play tricks, it must have been premeditated, and I don't know where to copy the poem, it's so neat."

Xu Zixuan feels that Feng Shao is now very radiant. Before, she only knew that Feng Shaoxiu was good, but she didn't expect that his talent was not bad. "Young master is amazing. Not only is his cultivation unrivaled, but his literary talent is also first-rate. I am so lucky..."

And Liu Chengcheng's eyes wandered away. Feng Shao's poem was indeed read out by watching her just now. Although she has forgotten the past poems and songs, Feng Shao looked at her so affectionately, which still made her feel touched. "What is the relationship between us? Does he really care about me?"

Besides a few cute girls, Dong Ruomu was also very surprised. Looking at Feng Shao now, it was no less than seeing a polar bear in Antarctica and a geoduck clam on a woman.

"Hey, the old man will ask another question." Dong Ruomu frowned, thinking about the question.

At this moment, Fan Yiming suddenly stood up, "Mr. Dong, I have also studied poetry and songs, how about asking me to come up with a topic?"

Everyone's eyes turned to Fan Yiming one after another, and they could see his thoughts.

Xing Guang looked happy, and hurriedly said: "Master Fan has always been proficient in elegant affairs, so Elder Dong will let Master Fan come up with a topic?"

In order to avoid suspicion, Dong Ruomu had no choice but to nod, "Since Hall Master Fan recommended himself, it's up to you to write the question."

"He can't cheat this time, so he's definitely not the eldest son's opponent." Luo Wen secretly rejoiced, staring closely at Xing Zibo.

"It's really not fair for Mr. Dong to ask a question. If it were Fan Yiming, that kid would definitely be able to do it."

At this moment, Fan Yiming walked out of the crowd, "I saw a cloud of beauties present here, all of whom are ashamed of the moon and flowers, and they are all over the country. Since the two young masters are here to write, why not write poems about women or love?"

Xing Zibo's eyes lit up, the topic was too simple for him, he was almost about to write a poem, just when he immediately sorted out the lines of the poem——

"I've got it again!" Feng Shao spoke first again, "There are more than thirteen curls, cardamom shoots, early February, spring breeze ten miles, autumn cloud road, it's better to roll up bead curtains!"

...Xing Zibo froze in place, dumbfounded, while the others were already applauding.

"Hey, good poetry, good poetry."

"It's amazing. Although Hall Master Fan's topic is simple, it's really not easy to compose a poem so quickly..." Miao Cheng also told the truth, and didn't hide his true thoughts.

"This guy is interesting." Chi Mu, who had been silent all this time, also admired Feng Shao somewhat.

"... This boy, is it possessed by ghosts or spirits? Where did he learn these things? Could it be that my romantic father taught him?" Xing Xiaoshan felt that Feng Shao seemed to be a different person.

Being suppressed by Feng Shao for the second time, Xing Zibo finally couldn't bear his temper, "What kind of nonsense question is this, such a simple question, who can't say it well!"

If it is said that everyone still had hope for Xing Zibo before, after two rounds of competition, everyone seems to have begun to be disappointed in Xing Zibo.Coupled with his arrogance, disrespect, and unwillingness to admit defeat, it inevitably attracted everyone's pointing and pointing.

"What is this for? Although the topic is a bit simpler, you can't deny it?"

"That's right, I can't write poetry, but I have a bad temper."

Bian Liang, who was standing by Xing Zibo's side, unconsciously moved two steps to the side. When everyone's contemptuous eyes swept over his side, he also felt a little blushed.

Bian Liang is the son of a master craftsman, of course he doesn't know any nonsense poems, but he doesn't know how to write poems, and he doesn't want to suffer like Xing Zibo. Such behavior is definitely not the style he admires.

Seeing that the jokes were almost over, Feng Shao cleared his throat slowly, "Xing Zibo, don't be unconvinced. In this respect, you are really not good. With your level, in another 32 years, I’m not Lao Tzu’s opponent either. I can recite ten or eight poems casually for the topic just now. Even if the emotion is more intense and can make people cry, I can also chant four or five poems casually.”

"You fart, if you can sing three tear-jerking poems, I will read my name upside down!" Xing Zibo was full of anger, his thick eyebrows raised.

"Hehe, how you pronounce your name is none of my business? I just want you to convince everyone. I want to prove that I, Feng Shao, are qualified to be the head of the Qiuyun Sect, and you, Xing Zibo, are a waste! "Feng Shao's words were resounding, like a sword, piercing deeply into Xing Zibo's chest.

"You!" Xing Zibo was so angry that he almost vomited blood, and pointed at Feng Shao tremblingly, as if he was about to strike.

Feng Shao gently pushed Xing Zibo's arm away, and said with a smile: "What are you doing, the next fight will be fighting, don't worry, wait until I finish reciting these three poems?"

"Yes, yes, let the young master finish singing the three poems before proceeding to the next scene?" Many of the people present felt that they still had something to say.

"That's right, the young master's poems have a profound artistic conception, and every word is like a spring breeze washing the face, enlightening the head."

"Well, with the literary talent of the young master, it is also a right thing to be called a poet..."

Just when everyone was full of praise, Feng Shao had already walked in front of Liu Chengcheng, looking at Liu Chengcheng's familiar face, Feng Shao began to be full of thoughts again, overwhelming.

"Will Mr. Feng give me a poem?" Liu Chengcheng asked calmly, neither sad nor happy.

Feng Shao didn't answer Liu Chengcheng's words, but chanted directly: "Humanity is as deep as the sea, and it is not half as long as lovesickness. The sea is still limited, and lovesickness is boundless. Take the piano to the tall building, and the building is full of moonlight. Playing the lovesickness song, The intestines are broken for a moment."

After listening to this poem, Liu Chengcheng couldn't help but feel rippling in his heart.

"How much affection does he have for me to write such a poem?"

The other young girls present, especially those young girls off the field, immediately looked at Feng Shao with admiration.

"It turns out that Brother Feng Shao is much more romantic than Brother Zibo. From today onwards, I don't like Brother Zibo." The girl was a little worried about gains and losses, but her eyes were even hotter.

"Hey, female disciples nowadays are more crazy than male students when they become nympho..."

"What are you talking about, if you have half the romance and talent of Brother Feng Shao, I can worship you too?"

"I don't need you to worship me, ugly..."