"Okay, it's a word..."

With Zheng Wenbin taking the lead, other disciples who thought they were a little talented naturally followed suit.

"Shanglian: Carry an empty cloth bag every day, little rice and no money, but there is a big belly and jejunum left, I don't know what the cow will worship when I have faith" Zheng Wenbin knocked his head and made another couplet.

Zheng Wenbin's uplink is a satire that Ming Jiutian has never drunk like a poor man, and when he drinks, he gulps down, and there is a posture of a cow chewing peonies.

"Xialian: Sitting at the cold mountain gate every year, picking up Zhang and treating Li, I always see him happy, just ask this fool, what is the reason for the pride" Ming Jiutian didn't want to open his mouth again and shot back.

Ming Jiutian can make the next couplet so quickly, it feels like it was prepared in advance, how can such a talent not be shocking, and there is no trace of problem in the rhyme before and after.

"Shanglian: I'm Russian, riding a strange horse, Zhang Longbow, Shan Ge into battle, the eight kings of Qinse and pipa, and the king is on top" Zheng Wenbin still didn't give up and came out of his third couplet.

Hearing this couplet, Ming Jiutian suddenly sneered, and he was embarrassed to say such a substandard couplet.

"Xialian: Erren you, pretending to be a human, Qiu Qiuyi, take it when you close your hands, the four little ghosts are charming, and the ghosts are on the side" The third link is the same, Ming Jiutian still casually came out of the next couplet.

When Zheng Wenbin saw Ming Jiutian so simply, he immediately spurted out a black mouthful of blood in front of him, and when he fell to the ground, he was unconscious, and everyone instantly bullied up, trying to wake up Zheng Wenbin who had fainted.

"It's just a pastime for pairs, and today Brother Wen Bin actually sprayed blood on his mouth, which is really the only time in his life, admire..."Ming Jiutian looked at Zheng Wenbin, who vomited blood and fell to the ground, and couldn't help but say again.

Sure enough, Zheng Wenbin, who had just woken up, tilted his head again and fainted after listening to Ming Jiutian's words.

"You're too much" Seeing that Zheng Wenbin fainted as soon as he woke up, everyone once again took responsibility for Ming Jiutian.

"It's because he's too serious, it's my business" Ming Jiutian rolled his eyes and looked very innocent.

"I learned from my father that the lonely soul son is only eight years old, and he is rich and rich, and he is really worthy of his reputation when I see it today" At this time, a young and beautiful woman walked up and said hello to Ming Jiutian very politely.

Looking at the young woman with a dignified demeanor and an elegant exit that suddenly appeared in front of him, Ming Jiutian's anger also disappeared a lot, but Ming Jiutian asked himself if he knew the woman in front of him.

"Dare to ask the girl's name?" People are polite, and tomorrow Jiutian naturally can't lose the number of courtesies.

"Childe is polite, the little woman Wen Jutian Min Rou" Min Rou, who claimed to be from Wen Jutian, smiled softly.

A cultivator can be so gentle and elegant, Ming Jiutian has not seen it anywhere else except for Wen Jutian, so it is not strange when he learns that the other party is from Wen Jutian.

"Who is Min Wenxuan?" Ming Jiutian heard this surname and couldn't contact others for a while.

"It's my father," Min Rou was very excited when she saw that Ming Jiutian still remembered her father.

"Say hello to your father on my behalf," Ming Jiutian finished speaking and was about to leave.

"Wait..."Unexpectedly, as soon as Ming Jiutian turned around, he was stopped by Min Rou.

"What else?" Ming Jiutian turned around and asked.

"I've often heard my father mention my son before, and I admire him when I see it today, so the little girl also wants to ask for a lesson or two, and I hope that the son won't push it," Min Rou said and looked at Ming Jiutian in a daze.

Ming Jiutian is helpless, this father and daughter are really obsessed with literature, no matter where they go, they will never forget academic research, it's really... Ming Jiutian shook his head, expressing helplessness.

"Well, what do you want to compare?" Ming Jiutian could only nod helplessly when he heard this.

"See that peony plant outside? In view of the profound knowledge of the lonely soul son, we are adding a little difficulty, with the theme of peony but not the word peony, but it can make people sound able to understand that it is a description of peony, okay? Min Rou said, pointing to the brilliant peony flowers blooming outside.

The little girl is really tricky, Ming Jiutian looked at the little clever ghost in front of her, and secretly said in her heart, compose a poem with the theme of peony, but there can be no word peony, and it must be able to make people hear that it is a description of peony, which is a bit interesting.

"It's just a poem, why do you need time for a stick of incense? Listen well, the breeze is beautiful, and the complex is better than a hundred flowers. Look at the four seasons of wind and candle shadows, and smile at the ink and wash age. Qiluo is not jealous of the city, and it is difficult for bees and butterflies to get a glimpse of Shangqing's house. The nightmare has been ten years and the night geese are frightened, and the poor wind and rain fall in the morning sun. He improvised a poem, and after the poem was finished, Ming Jiutian took a sip of wine, and laughed uncontrollably for a while.

The poem has a total of eight sentences, either metaphor or metaphor, which vividly describes the characteristics, state, and love represented by the peony flower.

Therefore, as soon as these eight sentences came out, all the disciples who listened to the verses in the entire Qixian Building fell into contemplation, and even Min Rou was repeating the verses of Ming Jiutian in a whisper, recalling the mysteries in the verses.

"Childe's talent makes the little girl admire, I don't know if this poem has a title?" Min Rou was shocked and asked the name of the poem.

"It's okay to leave," Ming Jiutian replied after a moment of silence.

Will leave, in fact, is another name for peony flowers, which is also easier for people who read poetry to understand.

Poetry is the same poem, but the mood of the person who reads the poem is different, and the meaning is different, just say that Helian Qingwei at this moment, especially the sentence with a face is better than a hundred flowers, is it talking about me? Helian Qingwei smirked shyly.

"What are you smiling at?" After Ming Jiutian came back, he saw Helian Qingwei sitting there alone, and he didn't know what he was smirking at.

"Where? You're just smirking..."Helian Qingwei hurriedly twisted her head to the side in order to hide her embarrassment.

Seeing Helian Qingwei's actions, Ming Jiutian didn't ask too much, but continued to drink, but Min Rou came to find Ming Jiutian.

"Lonely Soul Boy, the little girl wants you to write down the poem you just wrote and sign it, okay?" Min Rou said and took out a pen and paper and put it in front of Ming Jiutian.

It's fresh, when Ming Jiutian was idle in the lower realm, he left a lot of ink treasures, but they were all idle pens, no one cared about them, I didn't expect that there were still people in this upper realm who were interested in their poems, so I couldn't miss it.

Thinking of this, Ming Jiutian was not polite, picked up the brush, and wrote down the poem he had just written on the paper.

"Unexpectedly, the lonely soul son is not only knowledgeable, this word is a must, the pen is strong and powerful, and the flow of water is a stroke, it seems that this trip to Yu Yutian is not worthwhile" Min Rou took the ink treasure that Ming Jiutian had written, happy like a child.

Min Rou was also happy, and after getting this poem, she left while reading it, but Helian Qingwei on the side was smirking and stunned, looking preoccupied, where did others know Helian Qingwei's psychological activities at this moment.

At this moment, on the top of a mountain not far from the Qixian Tower, Helian Hongyan was the leader, Hao Qingzi and several other old men were sitting on the ground neatly, as if they were discussing something together, and the strength of these people was also in the realm of the Supreme Saint Emperor or above.

"This conference is scheduled for tomorrow, and the morning after tomorrow in the mountain behind my Eight Desolation Gate, the three gates will open the Vientiane Mountains and Rivers together," Helian Hongyan said with a calm face.

"Respect the law," several strong men, including Hao Qingzi, hurriedly bowed down in response.

Helian Hongyan got up and left after speaking, and then the rest of the people also left, and this discussion conference was also quietly held.