"Hiss......"

As soon as Mu Qiao'er said this, all the disciples of Mu Long Peak immediately gasped.

There was silence.

The eyes of the disciples of Mulong Peak were full of confusion and incomprehension.

Their outlook on life, values, and cultivation began to collapse.

This is the chief disciple of their entire Mulong Peak, Senior Sister Mu Qiao'er with the highest appearance in the peerless elegance!

This is the dream goddess of every Mulong Peak disciple, the fantasy object of their adolescence, and the proud daughter of heaven who is loved by thousands of people and regarded as the pearl of the palm by even the master.

On weekdays, her smile can make those disciples happy for a year, and inadvertent eye contact can make the disciples faint.

And now, the pearl of the entire Mulong Peak, actually confessed to people with shame?

He even promised to bring his juniors and disciples to submit to him together?

All the disciples widened their eyes and looked at the ordinary bald head in the wooden cage with a look of envy.

This person is mediocre, just practicing qi, and even bowing to the top!

How can he be favored by his senior sister?

"This is a double harvest of wealth and color, there is wood, there is a winner!"

"Damn, this person looks mediocre, not as good as one-tenth of mine, why doesn't my senior sister look down on me?"

"And he's bald...... Hey, does my sister like the greasy and bald middle-aged man in the Mediterranean? This taste is a bit heavy...... Just hate me for not being bald!"

For a moment, the entire Wood Dragon Peak disciples were wailing and roaring indignantly.

I can't wait to kill Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng thought that Mu Qiao'er was joking with himself at first, but looking at Mu Qiao'er's shy and blushing face, he was a little confused for a while.

What's the plot?

I didn't turn on the special effects!Why did some girls take a fancy to themselves?

Zhang Feng was silent for a long time, and then held back a sentence: "Are you serious?"

"Hmm. Although you are mediocre now, I have seen you handsome, and I will never forget you. Although Mu Qiao'er's face was hot, her tone was very solemn.

Zhang Feng was silent for a long time: "Then I can reluctantly agree." ”

After all, I'm locked up here now.

It's not a difficult choice to make, but it's a big deal to sacrifice your body and your male dignity.

There is no shame in betraying hue to survive.

Besides, Zhang Feng originally wanted to be a little white face, but now that everyone has sent it to the door, why not?

Mu Qiao'er smiled happily, her bright smile seemed to be eclipsed by even the flowers at this moment, but then she snorted a little arrogantly: "Don't think that if you promise me, I can marry you." My husband not only wants martial arts to be world-famous, but also to be a champion!"

"I heard that your mouth was fragrant and attracted worship from all directions, but I don't know if it's true or not. ”

Zhang Feng was stunned, "What do you want to do?"

"Although the little girl is a monk of Mulongfeng, she has been around her master since she was a child, and she has read a lot of poetry and classics, Confucian classics. Mu Qiao'er's expression was slightly with the pride of a little woman, and she said with a smile, "Now it is already the realm of Wendao, and it is only a trace away from half Confucianism." ”

"Why don't you and I have a literary fight, each give a poem, and see if your poem is good, or my poem is good!"

As soon as these words came out, the disciples of Mulong Peak were a little relieved.

They didn't recognize Zhang Feng, and naturally they didn't know that the ordinary bald head of Qi cultivation in front of them was the Holy Master of the Wen Dao.

After all, as we all know, the image of a bald head is generally not cultured.

And his senior sister's literary attainments are shocking!

Zhang Feng looked at Mu Qiao'er in some surprise and nodded: "Okay." ”

Zhang Feng really didn't expect that this Mu Qiao'er, as the chief disciple, would also have attainments in Wendao!

It's almost a semi-Confucian realm, and I don't know what kind of earth-shattering and flawless poetry I can make.

It's really not good, so I can only invite the sages on the earth to appear, do you use Du Fu or Li Bai?

Seeing Zhang Feng agree, the disciples of Mulongfeng immediately laughed: "This bald head really dares to compare poetry with senior sister!"

"I was scared to death, I thought my senior sister was going to get married, but I was teasing him! He looks ordinary, he has no culture at first glance, how can he compare to his senior sister?"

"Senior sister, you are so cruel! I like it so much!"

"Just such a bald head, does he know what poetry is?"

Even the old man of the wooden dragon outside the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Scroll couldn't help but look relieved, and shook his head disapprerovingly and smiled: "This little girl is really naughty, and she scared the old man." ”

The good man in Sheung Shui on the side showed sympathy on his face, and he stopped talking.

In the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Scroll, Mu Qiao'er coughed, and the disciples of Mu Long Peak instantly quieted down, waiting for Mu Qiao'er to compose a poem.

There was silence, and every disciple's gaze at Mu Qiao'er was full of reverence.

There was silence between heaven and earth, and even the sound of the wind disappeared.

Zhang Feng's expression changed slightly, looking at this momentum, could this Mu Qiao'er really be able to make a swan song for the ages with his almost half-Confucian literary attainments?

Mu Qiao'er took a step forward with a solemn face, looking at the green mountains all over the place, and her literary spirit swept in all directions.

She stood tall proudly and said in poetry:

"The green hills and green trees are so beautiful. ”

"Environmental protection is responsible, everyone loves it. ”

"Good mountains, good water, good scenery. ”

"Two birds in a pair in the tree!"

Zhang Feng was stunned.

Is this a poem?

What is this almost half-Confucian attainment?!

However, before Zhang Feng could come back to his senses, he only heard the dense Wood Dragon Peak disciples exhale with excitement on their faces.

"Good poetry!"

"Peerless poetry!"

"It is worthy of being a senior sister, the subtlety of such poems has entered the semi-Confucian realm!"

"There is a sense of meaning, beautiful scenery, and a sense of environmental protection in the world!

Zhang Feng: "???"

What the hell are you kidding me?

Zhang Feng turned his head to look at those disciples, but then he was dumbfounded, the reverence and admiration on the faces of those disciples did not lie at all, they all looked at the senior sister with a fanatical face and applauded desperately.

Zhang Feng began to doubt his life at that time.

Is this a good poem?

Have you not read good poetry?

Wait a minute......

Zhang Feng suddenly remembered that at the inauguration ceremony of the chief disciple, after he recited a few words of the sages, those great Confucians and others came to worship from all directions, kneeling on the ground and crying bitterly.

At that time, Zhang Feng was still very puzzled, thinking that these Confucians were sick or something.

Now that I think about it, it's likely that these people haven't read good poetry at all!

After all, even if it is placed on the earth, the poems left by these sages are not enough to make people cry, at most they nod and say "It's wet, it's wet." ”

From this point of view, the fanatical excitement of these Mulong Peak disciples in front of them for this limerick poem and the strange scene of those great Confucians crying and bowing to themselves at the beginning make sense!

"The development of literature and Taoism in this world is far worse than that of the earth!"

Zhang Feng finally discovered the truth.

In fact, it is not to blame Zhang Feng for misunderstanding. As long as it is a person, anyone who sees the immortal posture of those great Confucians who are all dressed in style and connects the heavens and the earth and the sky, as well as the name of the great Confucian, who is famous at every turn, plus the appearance of talking and laughing all with white hair, of course, he will feel that this is a great wisdom, and he will not feel that the other party is actually a weak chicken at all.

What's more, the names in this literature are more bluffing than one another, what a half-step Confucian, a great Confucian, a half-saint, a sub-saint, a saint, a saint, a saint, this sounds extremely powerful, giving people the feeling that the world's literature is as bright as the stars covering their eyes.

So the moment he saw those Confucian and Taoist bosses again, Zhang Feng subconsciously felt that he was cheating.

But I never expected that it was those Confucians who really cheated!