After speaking, Zhang Feng threw out a handful of spirit stones.

There were more than 20 of them, jingling on the table.

Don't ask why.

To ask is to have money.

No one can pretend to be forced in front of me Zhang Feng.

This is the last dignity of my Zhang Feng.

The status of the Holy Son of the Five Peaks is to be put on hold with you here?

I'm Zhang Feng, low-key when I should be low-key, but when I should pretend to be forced, I must pretend to be arrogant!

For a moment, the audience was silent.

Order all the dishes at once?

In this drunken spring building, I'm afraid I will get forty or fifty thousand taels of silver!

Looking at the glittering high-grade spirit stone, the nobles at the table next to them were instantly quiet, they were just some rich children in the mortal world, forty or fifty thousand taels was not a small amount for them!

"Hmph, pretend!" a teenager whispered, hiding the complexity of his heart.

The handsome young man on the side smiled: "Okay, it's our clumsiness, everyone eat, eat!"

"This time, we are accompanying Miss Liu Yaohe to worship Longtai, this is a five-year event, don't spoil Miss Liu's fun!"

As soon as these words came out, all the noble sons and brothers put on smiling faces again and held their wine glasses.

Not long after, the food that Zhang Feng called came up, and the torrential rain outside the window also poured down.

"Wuliang, you eat first. Zhang Feng looked at a large table of exquisite food, raised his head and said to Wu Liang.

Wu Liang was full of emotion about this, and while eating the exquisite dishes made of fierce beast meat, he sighed in his heart: "It's better to be a senior brother, let me eat everything delicious first!"

"Senior brother, you are so good to me!" Wu Liang looked at Zhang Feng, who was desperately pouring food and wine for himself, his eyes slightly moist.

"Hey, what is this, it's all what a senior brother should do. Zhang Feng looked at Wuliang and said with concern: "Is it delicious?"

"It's delicious!" Wu Liang said movingly, "Senior brother, this is the best meal I've ever had since I was a child!"

Zhang Feng nodded, turned his head to Lan Yun and the others and said, "Okay, it seems that we haven't been poisoned, we can eat it." ”

No light: "???"

At this moment, a trace of desolation suddenly emerged in Wuliang's heart, which was full of emotion.

He seemed to understand something.

This is really cruel!

No way, I'm so cautious.

Fortunately, there is no bright junior brother.

Otherwise, we will have to let Senior Sister Lan Yun test the poison.

Zhang Feng ate with confidence while listening to the discussion on the table next to him.

It seems that these people gathered together for the five-year Bailongtai and wanted to go to Lingyun City, the capital of the Yin and Yang Dynasty.

Zhang Feng was very curious, what is Bailongtai.

But these people didn't discuss much in their words, and in the end, they became unified and flattering a woman named Liu Yaohe.

"I have long heard that Miss Liu Yaohe is knowledgeable, smart and clever, she has studied in the Tianyun Poetry Club since she was a child, and she is deeply loved by the old man Tianyun, and she can be called the first talent in the world!" The young man who took the lead in touting stood up and bowed respectfully to the woman: "When I saw it today, it was really extraordinary, and I asked Miss Liu to take care of her in Bailongtai!"

Zhang Feng looked at it twice, the young man who took the lead in touting was a little handsome, and he already had a ten-millionth appearance after turning on the special effects.

A splendid dress also shows that the family background is good, and the graceful temperament is particularly eye-catching in this group of teenagers.

But the woman named Liu Yaohe is even more brilliant, although she is only ordinary in this group of young boys and girls, her appearance is extraordinary, which is comparable to Lan Yun and Huo Linglong.

The most important thing is that the temperament of this Liu Yaohe is like a drizzle of moisturizing things, revealing gentleness and generosity in a smile, and she looks very good, but she is worthy of being a person who has studied in a poetry club, and she looks particularly self-contained.

"Miss Liu, in this situation, I can't help but want to write a poem for you!" The young man who took the lead in touting stood up, drank all the wine in his cup in one gulp, shook his hair extremely angrily, turned his head to look at the rainstorm outside the window, coughed deeply, and said slowly:

"The food is beautiful, the scenery is good, the green mountains are blue and it rains heavily. ”

"But it's not as good as Miss Liu, if you can marry, it's wonderful!"

A deep, magnetic voice echoes through the top floor.

The young people who ate together applauded: "Okay! Brother Murong is so eloquent!"

"It's worthy of studying in the Cold Wind Poetry Society, no wonder even the Great Confucian Li Mi once said that Murong Feng would definitely become a Great Confucian!"

"Li Mi, the legendary Li Mi Great Confucian who was enlightened by the Holy Master and entered the realm of Great Confucian?!"

"Brother Murong is the future Great Confucian!

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

"There is a strong sense of love in this, and Brother Murong must really love Miss Liu, so he can say this kind of peerless poetry!"

The room applauded.

The corners of Murong Feng's mouth showed a hint of pride, and his eyes looked at Liu Yaohe warmly.

He believed that he had convinced this strange woman with his talent!

You must know that although this Liu Yaohe is not from a good background, I heard that my father is a thief, but he has been smart and wise since he was a child, and he studied under the Tianyun Poetry Society, and was accepted as an outer disciple by Tianjimen!

As long as she proves herself on the dragon worship platform this time, she may become the inner disciple of Tianji Gate!

Then as long as he convinces her with his talent and becomes her husband, he can enter the Tianji Gate with Liu Yaohe!

When Murong Feng thought of this, his eyes became even hotter.

Even Lan Yun and the others couldn't help but exclaim "good poetry, good poetry", but Zhang Feng laughed wildly.

Is this also called poetry?

Li Mi, who was ignited by himself back then, also said that he would become a great Confucian?

That is, Zhang Feng, as the Holy Son of Wufeng, has been professionally trained, otherwise he would have been unable to hold back his laughter.

It seems that I still overestimate the level of literature and Taoism in this world!

Listening to Murong Feng's poems and listening to everyone's applause, Liu Yaohe, who had attracted much attention, smiled at the corner of her mouth and slowly stood up.

"Brother Murong's poems are very good. Liu Yaohe's voice was like a jade bead falling on a jade plate, and she lightly opened her lips and said, "Why don't I also compose a poem." ”

Everyone was instantly silent, looking expectant.

They all wanted to know how Liu Yaohe would react to Brother Murong Feng's loving poems.

Even Zhang Feng raised his eyebrows, he wanted to see how talented this woman who had studied in the poetry club for many years was.

After all, I have studied in the poetry club since I was a child, and my literary talent must be not low.

Maybe you can make a good poem!

While everyone was waiting, Liu Yaohe took a few steps, waving her long sleeves, her posture was graceful, and she danced beautifully: "Love is not something you want to sell, you can sell it if you want to buy it, let me break away, let me understand, let go of your love." ”

"Good poetry!"

"Good dance!"

"Although this poem is not very neat, the emotions in it are like waves, which fully shows a woman's willingness to forcibly fall in love with others!"

"And when I read this poem, I sang it unconsciously, and this poem actually has its own rhyme!"

"The literary brilliance is outstanding, it is worthy of being a Tianjiao who can be harvested by the Tianji Gate as a disciple of the outer gate! Miss Liu Yaohe lives up to her reputation!"

On the other side, Murong Feng's face was ugly, of course he knew that Liu Yaohe had rejected him.

But I still can't help but secretly praise in my heart, good poetry!

And right now.

A particularly shrill laugh came.

"Hahaha......ha