Immortal Emperor, you dare to steal the bride? Backhand dig your supreme bone

Hua — —

The whole place erupted in an uproar.

Everyone here is talented.

They all love poetry and prose.

Even the least skilled at this poetry gathering would be considered extremely talented in the Nine Provinces.

Of course, they understood poetry very well.

Having heard it just once, they could roughly grasp the level of this poem.

If you went outside and said this poem was written by the Sage of Poetry, everyone would believe it.

Could this actually be from the hand of Xu Fengqiu?

"This? How is it possible? This was composed impromptu by Young Master Xu in the time it takes to burn an incense stick? This is a masterpiece that will be passed down through the ages!"

"'When will the moon be clear? I lift my cup to ask the blue sky.' 'I only wish that we live long, and share the beauty of this graceful moonlight, though miles apart.' Hiss — —"

"Doesn't Young Master Xu not like poetry and prose? Does he have such talent?"

"This could even be said to be the most amazing poem I've heard in recent years."

"… …"

Behind her veil, Lin Qingzhu's small mouth was slightly open.

What beautiful words.

What a beautiful artistic conception.

What a magnificent scene.

Her beautiful eyes turned, and she glanced at Xu Fengqiu not far away.

Young Master Xu, so talented.

She loves poetry very much.

She especially appreciates talented people.

This poem by Xu Fengqiu amazed Lin Qingzhu.

"Ding… Lin Qingzhu's affection for you +5, current affection: 10."

Li Mufeng frowned tightly.

"This Xu Fengqiu, he's quite well-prepared." His eyes narrowed slightly.

It doesn't matter.

Tonight, he will eventually have a moment of exposure.

"Impossible!" Gu Changsheng's heart turned cold.

Xu Fengqiu, he is simply someone who doesn't understand poetry and prose!

There is absolutely no way he could create such a masterpiece.

This is definitely plagiarism!

He's really good at pretending!

Why can he plagiarize such a level of eternal work?

Could it be that he will steal my predetermined identity as a disciple of the Poetry Sage through plagiarism?

That's impossible!

He wants to see Xu Fengqiu lose all face!

He must do something.

"This poem… …"

Wei Yannian stood up, looking at Xu Fengqiu with shock.

"The artistic conception of this poem is absolutely beautiful, and the level is extremely high. I never thought that I would see such an eternal work at the poetry gathering. It's simply unbelievable."

"What's even more unbelievable is that this is an impromptu creation."

"This poem can be completely placed in books for countless students to read repeatedly and be passed down through the ages."

"… …"

Cao Lao, who had been silent all along, did not look happy.

He doesn't like Xu Fengqiu.

First, he believes that Xu Fengqiu is simply a person without talent.

These are all plagiarized by him, but with his own name attached.

Secondly, the Yao family of the Medicine Emperor Sect, who Xu Fengqiu killed, has intricate connections with him.

He has not stood up all this time, just because he is afraid to target Xu Fengqiu.

However, he really couldn't bear it anymore.

"Little friend Xu, being able to witness such a poem at the poetry gathering is beyond my expectation. Your talent is probably not inferior to that of the Qingzhu girl."

Lin Qingzhu said softly: "With just this poem, Qingzhu knows the gap between herself and Young Master Xu."

"Happy! Happy! Hahahaha." The Poetry Sage laughed loudly.

It must be copied or prepared in advance.

Almost everyone thought so.

To write such a poem in the time it takes to burn an incense stick.

Only a few people like the Poetry Sage can do it, right?

But everyone dared not say it.

Gu Changsheng quickly gave Ji Bochang and Li Sheng beside him a wink.

Ji Bochang and Li Sheng trembled all over.

They thought their affairs were almost over.

After all, Li Mufeng was making things difficult for Xu Fengqiu.

Unexpectedly, Young Master Gu still asked them to come.

To be honest, they really didn't dare.

Xu Fengqiu, if not for this poetry gathering, is someone they could never hope to reach in their entire lives, and they don't even have the qualifications to see him.

Now, he is going to make things difficult for Xu Fengqiu… …

Hiss — —

Even with Gu Changsheng's promise, it's still so difficult.

That is a kind of fear and inferiority from the soul, from the bones.

Just now, when Xu Fengqiu asked him, Ji Bochang, to read his poem, he gritted his teeth and forced himself to do it.

But, it's all come to this point.

What can they do?

They can only continue to brace themselves and fight.

Otherwise, all previous efforts will be wasted.

Li Sheng went all the way and stood up.

"Everyone, I have something to say."

Everyone's eyes turned to him.

Li Sheng then said: "It's like this, some words have actually been in my heart for a long time, and I have never dared to say them."

Cao Lao said directly: "If you have something to say, you might as well say it."

"Yes! It is also because I thought of Her Majesty the Empress saying that today, no matter what your identity is, everyone is the same. It is just a simple poetry gathering to make friends and exchange talents. As someone who considers himself to be a person who hates evil, I dare to stand up. Of course, this is just my personal question."

Cao Lao: "Speak."

Li Shengdao: "The level of Young Master Xu's poem is amazing, the beauty of the artistic conception, the height of the realm, is unimaginable! Within the time it takes to burn an incense stick, he wrote such a poem with so many words. If it were Senior Poetry Sage, Her Majesty the Empress, and all the seniors, I would think it is normal, so I have some questions. Young Master Xu, is this really a work of art created impromptu in the time it takes to burn an incense stick?"

Li Sheng didn't dare to look at Xu Fengqiu.

Ji Bochang stood up: "Actually, this junior also has some doubts. Of course, I do not deny Young Master Xu's heaven-defying talent, but as far as I know, Young Master Xu is only twenty-eight years old and has entered the realm of Immortal Emperor, which is amazing. All his energy is used for cultivation. Young Master Xu does not like poetry and prose on weekdays. This should be clear to many people, because Young Master Xu has never written poetry and has never entered the place of literati."

"But to come up with such a shocking work is really a bit unreasonable."

Gu Changsheng smiled in his heart.

Great! Great!

Now this point is completely clarified.

Xu Fengqiu is already embarrassed.

Gu Changsheng is really a genius! Great!

Li Mufeng glanced at Gu Changsheng, and he already understood in his heart.

This Xu Fengqiu, pretending to be fat, who is used to you?

"Little friend Xu, would you like to explain?" Cao Lao looked at Xu Fengqiu and asked.

There are still people who can tell right from wrong.

Everyone's eyes turned to Xu Fengqiu.

Waiting for his explanation.

To be honest, everyone thought so.

Even Zhuge Chen, Wei Yannian, and even the Holy Maiden Empress and the Poetry Sage on the stage.

They also thought so.

At least they felt that the possibility existed.

Xu Fengqiu said lightly:

"There is no need to explain, right? How I live my life every day, where I go, is not something everyone knows. Just as some people cannot understand how to become an emperor in their twenties, the same is true. Brother Gu, what do you think?"

Xu Fengqiu suddenly pointed at Gu Changsheng, causing Gu Changsheng to tremble all over.

"Ah… yes, yes, yes!"

Gu Changsheng stood up and then said: "Ahem, some people are just frogs at the bottom of a well. They think that things that are impossible for them cannot be done by others. It's not the same level."

Xu Fengqiu smiled.

Ji Bochang:? ? ?

Li Sheng:? ? ?

No, buddy?

What's the situation?

You asked us to help you make things difficult for Xu Fengqiu.

Then you're helping him?

Didn't you say you hate Xu Fengqiu very much?

Even if you have concerns, you should help him?

Ah?

Are we clowns?