Chapter 127 Wait for Pindao to test the depth of this witch!
Ji Changfeng has probably seen Jin Ping'er's tricks.
After all, what she just said was a poem that 'satisfied her', she didn't say that she wanted to satisfy everyone in the audience.
That is to say.
Who does she want to spend the night with?
It all depends on her will.
Rather than whether poetry can satisfy her...
To put it another way.
This thing can be customized.
No matter how good your poems are, if people say you are not good, you are just not good. What can you do? !
certainly.
The casual cultivators in the attic did not think of this.
As Jin Ping'er said, "Let's spend the spring night together," their emotions became more and more fanatical, and they all asked Jin Ping'er on the high platform:
"Wonderful girl."
"I wonder what the proposition of this poem is? People or things?"
As a monk, even if you are just a casual cultivator.
Their knowledge must be much higher than that of ordinary people. They are not proficient in poetry and so on, but at least they know a little bit about it.
Hearing this, Jin Ping'er pretended to be deep in thought.
Her bright eyes flickered slightly, and she whispered softly: "How about using 'Youth' as the title?"
As soon as this statement came out.
Everyone was slightly stunned.
juvenile?
This - it's a bit difficult to write.
If it were a woman, a man, flowers, trees, etc., that would be fine, but with the ‘youngster’ proposition...
The limitations are much smaller.
For a moment, everyone in the venue fell into deep thought.
Qin Wuyan frowned slightly.
If he didn't want to make too much noise, he wouldn't bother to attend this poetry gathering.
certainly.
Part of the reason is that he is afraid of the power behind Xiaoxiang Pavilion.
Although they have not found out who is standing behind Xiaoxiang Pavilion, it should be the Hehuan sect...
They are both one of the four major sects of the Demonic Cult.
It's not easy for Qin Wuyan to break his face.
An old man behind him lowered his head slightly and asked: "Young Master, how about we go directly to the helmsman of Xiaoxiang Pavilion to ask for news about the 'Red Jiao'?"
Hear the words.
Qin Wuyan glanced at him and said lightly: "What? Do you think I can't write poetry?"
"This..." The old man smiled. He quickly lowered his posture and said, "Of course not. I just don't think it is necessary."
Qin Wuyan waved his hand slightly and said, "Don't be in a hurry."
Just write a poem.
Nothing is impossible.
"Dong dong dong——"
A maid knocked on the door of the private room.
She walked in slowly with pen, ink and paper in her hands.
The surrounding casual cultivators also placed papers in front of them. They looked thoughtful, obviously already deep in thought.
On the second floor, there is a private room.
Baguio frowned slightly, picked up the brush in her hand, looked at the paper in front of her, and kept thinking about where to start?
Young boy——
Baguio's eyes suddenly lit up.
She seemed to be thinking of someone.
In an instant, a flash of inspiration appeared.
She picked up the pen and started writing on the paper without hesitation.
…
On the third floor, in the private room.
Song Daren and his group looked at each other in confusion.
Write poetry?
They won't!
Furthermore, although they also think Miss Miao is beautiful, they don’t dare to spend the night with her!
Song Daren met Wen Min's gaze. He shook his head without hesitation and said: "Writing poetry... I don't know how to do it at all."
Wenmin nodded with satisfaction.
These days, is being uneducated still a blessing?
Zeng Shushu chuckled and said: "Writing poetry? I can, I can! Let me do it!"
Say it.
He picked up the brush, but did not start writing immediately. Instead, he looked at the young man in white next door and whispered:
"Senior Brother Ji, how about we compete to see who writes better poems?"
"Oh?"
Hearing this, Ji Changfeng glanced up at him and said with a faint smile: "Are you sure you want to compete with me?"
"Of course!" Zeng Shushu nodded immediately.
His expression was slightly excited, and he clearly seemed to be trying to outdo Ji Changfeng in this respect.
But it's a pity...
From the moment he spoke.
He was already doomed to failure. "Then let's compare."
Ji Changfeng raised his hand and picked up the brush and wrote a few times on the paper, then put down the pen to indicate that he had finished writing.
"So fast?"
Zeng Shushu looked confused.
Seeing that more than half of the time had passed, he couldn't help but continue to be distracted. He quickly held his breath and looked at the paper in front of him, thinking quietly...
Soon after.
Most of the people in the room had basically finished writing.
The rest of them didn't even move their pens.
Obviously he doesn’t know how to write poetry.
"Dong dong dong——"
A maid knocked on the door of each elegant room.
Then the paper was taken away.
It didn't take long.
The poems written by everyone in the entire attic were already presented in front of Jin Ping'er.
In front of everyone, she raised her slender jade hands, picked up a poem and started reading it, but after a while, she put it aside...
Obviously.
This poem did not catch her eye.
About half an hour passed.
Jin Ping'er has read countless poems, but without exception, they all failed to catch her eye.
She picked up another piece of paper from the paper pile and looked at it. There were no poems on it, only three slightly scrawled characters appeared——
Ji Changfeng!
Seeing this, Jin Ping'er was stunned.
There was a look of astonishment in her eyes, and she was obviously confused by this operation.
Look around.
Although the handwriting on the paper is scrawled, it is filled with a touch of sword intent. The sword intent carries infinite momentum, as if it will be manifested in front of you in the next moment! !
There is no doubt about it.
The person who wrote these words is a well-deserved swordsman!
at the same time.
He was also the person Jin Ping'er wanted to find.
But...
What the hell is this operation?
Jin Ping'er gritted her teeth slightly, even if she didn't look at the young man in white in the attic, his teasing smile appeared in her heart——
Has he discovered me?
No!
impossible!
Jin Ping'er didn't believe it.
She hides it well.
Even Qin Wuyan and Baguio, who are both members of the four major sects of the Demon Sect, did not see through what he was hiding.
How could Ji Changfeng see through it?
This is the thought.
Jin Ping'er breathed a sigh of relief.
She hesitated again and again, but finally picked up the piece of paper with the three characters "Ji Changfeng" written on it and stood up.
"Shua——"
As Jin Ping'er stood up.
Everyone present looked over.
The wonderful girl on the high platform smiled softly, and said softly: "Thank you all fellow Taoists for coming, I have found the poem that I am most satisfied with..."
Say it.
She raised her sleeves to cover her face, with a hint of shame in her shining eyes, and a blush on her pretty fair face.
The girl left the scene quickly.
It's as if he can't wait to spend the spring night with the one in his heart.
See this scene.
Everyone is looking forward to it.
I hope that the poem that Miss Miao likes is the one I wrote...
But it's a pity.
They waited a long time.
No maid came to look for them.
On the third floor, a maid knocked on the door of a certain private room, immediately attracting everyone's attention.
"Sir, the wonderful girl invites you~"
The maid whispered softly.
Looking around, it was clear that the boy she invited was the young man in white wearing a bamboo hat.
"Ah?!"
Zeng Shushu was stunned.
Song Daren and others looked at each other in confusion.
They were actually a little worried, but when they thought of Ji Changfeng's strength, there was nothing to be afraid of.
"Everyone, please wait patiently."
"Wait for me to test the depth of that witch."
Ji Changfeng's heavy voice resounded in the ears of Zeng Shushu and the others, and his tone had an attitude of 'If I don't go to hell, who will?'
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