God of Cooking, Monster: No, we have become ingredients

Hong Zun and the others looked at Qi Xiong with strange expressions. Didn't you yourself repeatedly tell him not to cause trouble just now? Why are you flipping the table over now?

Facing the gazes of several people, Qi Xiong said calmly.

"You've bullied the Changqing boy, can you bear this?"

Hearing this, Hong Zun and the others immediately smiled and nodded repeatedly.

"Hehe, senior brother is right."

"Stop talking nonsense and watch my face later."

Qi Xiong looked at the situation on the field with slightly narrowed eyes, and had already made a decision in his heart. As long as the Evergreen boy would be slightly at a disadvantage later.

He lifted the table without hesitation and dug up the floor tiles.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ye Changqing and this handyman disciple from Dongwen Palace also officially began their competition.

The two looked at each other, and the handyman disciple from Dongwenwengong took the lead.

"Clear water brings out hibiscus."

"Heroes come out of troubled times."

He picked it up casually. At this level, Ye Changqing is absolutely right. Don’t bully the cook for being uneducated. We all came out of nine-year compulsory education. I’m still a human being, so I’m afraid of you?

Seeing this, the handyman disciple from Dongwengwen Palace had a flash of astonishment in his eyes.

It's so fast, and so neat. I immediately put away my contempt. This kid has something, but this is just the beginning. It depends on you what to do next.

"Friends come from far away."

The difficulty suddenly increased, but Ye Changqing still didn't even hit it.

"There's no money in my pocket."

Ok? ? ?

A little strange, but no problem, continue.

"Being poor means being alone."

"Wives and concubines gather in groups when they are rich."

"I don't know the true face of Mount Lu."

"I only know how to bend the bow and shoot the big eagle."

"Glow wine glass."

"A lot of money and beauty."

"Without a colorful phoenix and two flying wings."

"A plucked phoenix is ​​not as good as a chicken."

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The two of them go back and forth, it can be said that a master meets a masked man, how exciting it is.

Qi Xiong, Hong Zun and others also changed from worry at the beginning to excitement, and they all clapped their hands and applauded.

"Okay, Changqing boy is really talented in literature."

"I said, Changqing boy must understand poetry, and he deserves to be admitted to the peak of our academy."

"Junior brother, you must make it clear that you want to die."

"Originally, staying under Senior Brother's command is simply a cruel act."

"Heh, it seems you really want to die."

"A plucked phoenix is ​​not as good as a chicken."

Baihua Fairy looked at Ye Changqing affectionately, her eyes full of light.

As for Ye Changqing himself, he was obviously praised, but for some reason, his old face couldn't help but blush.

Is this called good literary talent? Do you have any misunderstandings about literary talent?

As for the handyman disciple from the East Literature Palace, his forehead was already covered with sweat, unlike his previous expression.

His mouth opened and closed, hesitating and unable to say anything.

Seeing this, the coach of Dongwen Palace and the powerful men of Qingyun Sect became a little anxious.

Chen Qingyu gritted his teeth fiercely.

"You're so damn good at talking."

"Speak quickly."

Faced with everyone's urging, this disciple became anxious and blurted out in his wild thoughts.

"One, two, three, four, five..."

Ok? ? ?

Now, is it possible for Ye Changqing to fix it? How the hell does this lower the difficulty level? Are the numbers out?

Without thinking, he replied smoothly.

"Go up the mountain to fight tigers?"

"Okay, well done, Changqing boy."

As expected, there was another burst of praise, but in the face of such praise, Ye Changqing really couldn't arouse interest. In his previous life, this thing was only at the level of elementary school.

But just like that, the handyman disciple of Dongwen Palace became even more panicked. Can he deal with this?

While Chen Qingyu and others at the rear were still urging, this disciple also broke the jar and started talking nonsense along with Ye Changqing's words.

"The tiger missed."

Ok? ? ?

"Hunted a squirrel?"

Why are you playing Solitaire here? Ye Changqing's expression became more and more complex, and the disciple from Dongwengong Palace was already sweating heavily.

"Rat...rat...rat...rat..."

"talk."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Say, I...the rat...the rat will never leave."

Ok? ? ?

Sure enough, you really want to come to Idiom Solitaire, right? Ye Changqing was speechless, but he still spoke without any pause.

"Going is the best option."

"Ce...Ce...Ce...Make the horse gallop."

"Ride the clouds and ride the fog."

"Fog...fog...flowers in the mist."

"Fantasy."

A good poetry meeting was turned into an idiom solitaire. Ye Changqing did not expect such a result.

But even so, this handyman disciple from Dongwenwengong was still defeated.

He jumped anxiously, but couldn't catch it again. Seeing this, Ye Changqing said kindly.

"Junior brother, why don't you take a break? It's a poetry meeting. Just stop by the time you finish."

The original intention was to comfort him, but after hearing these words, the handyman disciple suddenly looked at Ye Changqing with red eyes and an angry look on his face.

"what happened?"

The next second, there was a pop, blood spurted out of his mouth, and then he fell straight down.

Ok? ? ?

Seeing this, the strong man from the Dongwengong Palace on the side quickly stepped forward and shook his head after a while.

"Hopeless."

Then he glared at Ye Changqing fiercely, which made Ye Changqing confused.

No, this whole idiom solitaire is risking your life?

He glanced at the handyman disciple who was being carried down with complicated eyes, "Why do you think this is necessary?"

He turned around and returned to his seat. As soon as he sat down, Baihua Fairy couldn't wait to pounce on him.

"Husband, you are amazing."

"Is it great?"

Ye Changqing had no such feeling at all about this.

"Of course it's great."

"Oh, all right."

I don’t want to explain it anymore, but with the death of this handyman disciple, the poems and songs of Dongwen Palace have lost all face.

The expressions of Chen Qingyu and the powerful men in the Academy were extremely gloomy.

I thought I could slap Dao Yi Zong in the face, but who would have thought it would be this result.

"A bunch of trash."

Chen Qingyu even cursed the academy coach angrily. Hearing this, the coach quickly apologized.

"Don't worry, Shangzong, the subsequent debate session will definitely make Dao Yizong look good."

"Better so."

Seeing that Chen Qingyu was in a bad mood, the coach didn't dare to say anything more, so he quickly stood up and said.

"Next is the debate session. The topic this time is: Is the emperor or the people the most important thing in the world?"

debate? After hearing this, Ye Changqing also became interested, and the question finally sounded normal.

It's better than the previous idiom solitaire.

Is the king more important or the people more important? This is a question worth thinking about. I watched the field with interest, wondering how these Confucianism cultivators would explain this topic and whether they would have any refreshing views.

Soon, the East Literature Palace took the lead, and the leading disciple stood up and said.

"In my opinion, the king is the most important thing. The king is the head of the country. Only the king can have a country. At the same time, the king is the father and the people are the sons. The father is more important than the son, so the king should be the most important thing."

It is finally a bit advanced. Although Ye Changqing disagrees, it is indeed much better than the idiom solitaire just now. At least it has reached the level of middle school in the previous life.