Douluo mainland: fox demon and little matchmaker

"Sir, the poem you just wrote was so great!"

At the door of the inn, Xiao Xi held Yue Feng's hand tightly, with admiration on her face: "Master, you didn't see it. After you finished writing that poem, all those people were dumbfounded! Master, you are so awesome!"

Xiao Xi held Yue Feng's arm, not to mention how beautiful it was.I knew that once Young Master made a move, he would definitely shock the whole audience!

Yue Feng looked at her with a smile: "Is it good? Then what do you think is good about it?"

Haha, the poem just now is called "Tianjingsha·Qiu Si" and was written by Ma Zhiyuan, a writer from the Yuan Dynasty.Can it be bad?

Xiao Xi tilted her head and thought for a while, then said, "Anyway, I think it's very powerful, and the words are super beautiful."

She doesn't understand poetry, but she can also feel the vicissitudes of life in the poems.

Hahaha...

Hearing this, Yue Feng laughed and reached out to touch Xiao Xi's head.

"Master-in-law!" At this moment, an excited voice was heard from behind.

Yue Feng looked back subconsciously.

Not far away, I saw a woman running over in high heels, panting from exhaustion.It's peony!

"Master Yue, please come with me back. This year's Lotus Talent is none other than you." Mudan walked up to Yue Feng and said softly.There were already a few drops of fragrant sweat on her forehead.

Thank God, he was finally found, finally found...

"Miss Peony, am I not the younger brother you call me? Why have I become the son-in-law again?" Yue Feng said with a half-smile.

In today's world, people really like to judge people by their appearance.

Mudan bit her lip tightly, feeling her face turn red with embarrassment.She didn't expect that the young master-in-law in front of her would be so talented.And just now I looked down on him...

"Master-in-law, I was wrong..." Mudan said softly: "Master-in-law, you must follow me back. The title of Talented Scholar Furong must belong to you..."

"No need." Yue Feng waved his hand, took Xiao Xi's hand, and walked to the inn.

Peony was stunned for a moment.The title of Lotus Talent is the highest title for a man of letters!He didn't want this great honor?

Mudan was anxious and almost cried. She walked a few steps quickly and stopped in front of Yue Feng: "Master Yue, I'm sorry. I had a bad attitude before. I apologize to you. If I don't take you back, the sect leader will punish me." Yes, please, Mr.-in-law...I beg you..."

This poetry conference was organized by Wenzong and was only held every three years!

The poems written by Mr. Yue are the best in the world.If we don't take him back, the sect leader will definitely be angry...?

"Master-in-law, can I kneel down for you..." Mudan bent her knees and was about to kneel down.

As a result, when her knees immediately hit the ground, Yue Feng raised his hand, and a soft internal force gently lifted her up.

"Okay, I'll go back with you." Yue Feng looked helpless and could only nod.

There are so many people on the street. If she doesn't go back with her, she will be pestered endlessly.

"Thank you, Mr.-in-law!" Mudan was overjoyed and quickly led the way.

After a while, Yue Feng and Xiao Xi were brought to the city gate.

There were more than 200 cars parked at the city gate! Seeing this scene, Xiao Xi was shocked.

You know, in this Dongao Continent, only children from rich families can buy a car.The price of cars is really expensive. Ordinary people can't afford one even if they don't eat or drink all their lives. At this time, there are more than 200 cars at the gate of the city!

"Master-in-law, please get in the car."

Mudan pointed to the first car and said to Yue Feng.

Yue Feng nodded and sat in the back row with Xiao Xi.Mudan sat in the driver's seat and started the car.

More than 200 cars followed behind.This huge convoy was traveling south.

It was getting late at this time, and Yue Feng and Xiao Xi felt sleepy, so they simply took a nap in the car.

I slept soundly until the next morning, when I heard Mudan gently touching Yue Feng: "Master Yue, we are here."

"Well..." Yue Feng opened his hazy sleepy eyes, looked out the car window, and was suddenly confused!

There is a huge palace dozens of meters away!

This palace is several times larger than the Forbidden City!The gate of this palace is extremely majestic!This gate is hundreds of meters high and more than fifty meters wide!

On the door, two bright red characters are particularly eye-catching:

Wenzong!

Huh... Yue Feng and Xiao Xi looked at each other, both of them were shocked.Isn't this... Wenzong's main forum too domineering? !

"Master-in-law, please get out of the car." Mudan said softly.

"Oh, okay..." Yue Feng swallowed, slowly got out of the car and walked into the Wenzong gate.

As soon as I walked in, I saw a huge square with tens of thousands of disciples on it.

Some disciples are practicing martial arts, and some are reading and painting. It's a lively scene!

Although Wenzong's disciples are all very talented, they also attach great importance to cultivation.Yue Feng can feel that the strength of these disciples is not low, almost none is lower than Wu Hou!

Following Peony, they came all the way to Wenzong Hall and finally stopped.

"Sect Master, this year's talented scholar Furong has arrived." Peony said respectfully.

"Let him in."

After the words fell, a quiet and soft voice came from the hall.It's pleasant to the ear.

At this moment, Yue Feng felt that his heartstrings were being plucked.Damn it, this... the leader of Wenzong is a woman?

At the same time, Xiao Xi could not help but whisper: "Wow... the sound sounds so nice."

Seeing the two people discussing in low voices, Mudan smiled and said, "Master Yue, please."

Yue Feng nodded, pushed open the hall door, and walked in.

As soon as he entered, Yue Feng was stunned!

I saw hundreds of people standing in the main hall, all elders of Wenzong.Among these elders, Yue Feng also saw two familiar figures.It was Chen Sheng and his wife Chen Xia.

"Isn't this my disciple?" Yue Feng looked at Chen Xia with a smile.

The last time I had a poetry competition with Chen Sheng, the bet was that after Chen Sheng lost, his wife would become Yue Feng's teacher.

"You!" Chen Sheng was almost angry and vomited blood again.

Yue Feng laughed and looked forward.I saw a phoenix chair in front of these people.

There is a woman sitting on it, wearing a silk cheongsam, her graceful curves are looming, her temperament is mysterious and calm, like a fairy, exuding a sacred and inviolable majesty.

This woman is Su Qingyan, the leader of Wenzong.