As soon as Jiang Lin's words fell, the audience was silent at first, and everyone gasped.

The silence was followed by the most intense uproar.

Many monks said that Jiang Lin was too arrogant and wanted to drive Jiang Lin down.

And many of the female monks looked at Jiang Lin's faces with a slight blush.

This flower thief is really handsome, but why would he say such a thing? One person has four arts, and it is so powerful that others can't compose poems and music, which is too ......

But it's so domineering...... I like it......

And the elder was in a quandary.

One person, four arts.

Do you want others to do without poetry and music to play? What does this mean?

This is something that has never happened since the Festival of Lights.

What's more, this Jiang Lin is still a sword cultivator, not those who practice literature and art.

This major is not right......

"Whore! Don't say it's one person, four arts! As long as you have an art that makes me invincible, then I will never compose poems from now on! ”

"Me too! I'll never play the piano again! ”

"I'll never touch chess again!"

"I'll never paint again!"

"If you can't! Self-destruct the Immortal Bridge! ”

The rhetoric on the banks of the river is getting louder.

The Elder of the Ethereal Spirit Sect looked at Jiang Lin and felt as if something was serious.

For the monks of qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, qin, chess, calligraphy and painting are their roots, and if they are allowed to give up their own karma, it is equivalent to the previous practice.

And Jiang Lin's self-destructive immortal bridge and spirit aperture are reduced to mortals.

Whichever side wins, the other side will be extremely costly.

If you're going to try it out during a joust, don't say anything yourself.

But if you want to spend a full moon here, the text will be so bloody, and you will have to take responsibility for it.

also saw through the elder's thoughts, Jiang Lin said to the elder's heart: "The younger generation likes magic weapons and money. ”

All of a sudden, the elder suddenly became enlightened.

Did you say it earlier......

Moreover, this elder's heart was more biased towards Jiang Lin.

Can it only be said that he is worthy of being a flower thief? It's very good......

Moistening his throat, the elder of the Ethereal Spirit Sect spoke: "This is the Wenhui, you can't make such a serious bet, otherwise, the bet is a high-grade spirit stone or an equivalent magic weapon, if Jiang Gongzi loses, he will repay it at the same price, how about it?" ”

Everyone was naturally a little unhappy, but they also knew that the Ethereal Spirit Sect would not let tonight's affairs exceed their control, so they had to agree.

Although this flower thief can't be reduced to a mortal from now on, how can these hundreds of top-grade spirit stones be so easy to take out?

At least this flower thief can be weighed down by hundreds of years of debt!

Jiang Lin naturally agreed, just kidding, what does it matter to them if they don't play the piano and paint? Is it true that there are spirit stones?

Seeing that everyone nodded, the elders of the Ethereal Spirit Sect set up a contract and swore by the Dao Heart, and a lot of spiritual power was generated out of thin air on the bank of the Ethereal Spirit River for a while.

Many of them did not attend.

It's not that they're afraid that Jiang Lin won, and it's not that they can't take out a magic weapon worth a high-grade spirit stone.

It's that they feel that Jiang Lin will definitely lose, and they don't want to cause too much burden to this buddy, so they will pay off their debts all their lives.

But even so, more than five hundred friars participated, including more than forty female friars.

They have one thing in common, that is, they practice the technique in the room......

They had already begun to think about Jiang Gongzi after losing a clean game, and then being brought into the sect by himself in order to repay his debts, and that one good night after another......

Not to mention these female monks, even Senior Sister and Chen Marry and even Bai Jiuyi had their eyes wandering.

They didn't hope that Jiang Lin would win for a while.

If Jiang Lin loses, then can't he pay off his debts for him, and then he promises to him?

In this way, I don't have to worry about Xiaolin going outside to find a vixen, and I can be with myself for the rest of my life, how good is that......

But what was unthinkable was that the elder actually secretly sent a message to Jiang Lin to Xinhu, saying that he could borrow money from the Ethereal Spirit Sect......

If Jiang Lin loses, he will need to take all the treasures that his whole body can take out, except for the Natal Flying Sword.

If you can't make up for the money you owe, the Ethereal Money Village will give Jiang Lin a cushion first, and then Jiang Lin needs to pay back the spirit stones of the Ethereal Money Village, of course, there is interest......

Even if Jiang Lin fails to repay it within the time limit, the Ethereal Spirit Sect Qian Zhuang is not worried, it is a big deal to sign a "deed of sale" to come to our Ethereal Spirit Sect as a disciple.

Can there be an eighteen-year-old Dragon Gate Realm sword cultivator, is there anything more worthwhile than this?

It's really not good, Jiang Lin can still sell himself to be a cowherd......

Just kidding, with Jiang Gongzi's appearance, as long as his kidneys are fine, day and night, he will definitely repay his debts within a few hundred years!

Jiang Lin naturally didn't know about the little Jiujiu in the heart of this Ethereal Sect elder, but when he heard the voice of this elder, Jiang Lin was really surprised!

I didn't expect the Ethereal Sect to also engage in Huabei?

No wonder people are so rich!

This is the ancestor of the Ethereal Spirit Sect, right?

"Please also ask Childe to compose a poem!"

Everything was ready, and the Ethereal Spirit Sect elder spoke majestically.

Jiang Lin didn't shirk the twist, he directly waved his hand, and a piece of rice paper flew into the air.

Is this a poem?

No, it's a poem, it's a poem.

"Thousands of trees bloom at night in the east wind. More blows down, stars like rain. ”

Everyone subconsciously read the first two sentences, and as soon as the words fell, they were shocked! In just a few numbers, it renders a scene full of lights and carnivals in the city, which is extremely integrated with the ethereal Lantern Festival!

Not good! I'm afraid this is a great word!

But soon, everyone still stabilized their minds!

It doesn't matter, a good start may not be perfect for the whole poem, especially the words are also progressive, and if the following verses cannot be coordinated, it will be self-defeating.

Jiang Lin didn't say much, and waved his hand again.

"BMW carved cars are full of fragrance. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night. ”

The poem was read, and in everyone's minds, the lively and prosperous scene went to the next level!

Most of the friars have fully entered the poetic mood.

Even the literary girl of qin, chess, calligraphy and painting was even more eyes shaking, looking at this beautiful poem, looking at this extremely handsome person, obsessed, almost wanted to make a promise directly.

And the cold sweat on the foreheads of those so-called literary male monks who gambled against Jiang Lin had already broken out, and they felt bad! These two sentences are even better!

The upper link has passed, and Jiang Lin Damo waved again!

"Moth, snow willow, golden wisps. The laughter is full of dark fragrance. ”

It's okay, it's okay! This verse cannot be progressive, and can only be left to a pile of flowery rhetoric! Can't sublimate anymore! It is considered a good poem, but it is not to the extent that no one in the audience writes poetry.

Jiang Lin couldn't help but chuckle in his heart, and finally handed out everything.

"The crowd is looking for him a thousand times.

Looking back suddenly,

But the man is there,

The lights are dim. ”

The whole word was handed out, and on the bank of the ethereal river, nearly five hundred people were stuffy in their chests, and blood spurted out......