Douluo mainland: fox demon and little matchmaker

Su Qingyan, the sixth generation leader of Wenzong No.30! At the age of 30, the charm is still there, and the beauty is beyond compare!The third level of strength of the Martial Emperor!

However, it is not her cultivation ability that makes her famous all over the world.But her talent.

Su Qingyan is known as the most talented woman in history.He is proficient in astronomy and geography, and can do everything in music, chess, calligraphy and painting.This woman is truly peerless!

hiss...

Yue Feng just glanced at her and couldn't move his eyes away. He couldn't help but take a deep breath.

At this time, Su Qingyan was sitting on the phoenix chair, with a thin gauze curtain in front of her.Can't see her face clearly.But Yue Feng could feel that the aura of this woman was truly otherworldly.

"How dare you, why don't you kneel down when you see our sect master?" At this moment, Chen Sheng on the side stepped forward and shouted angrily.

Chen Sheng was shocked!He never expected that this year's Lotus Talent would be Yue Feng!

He admitted that in Haicheng, this boy had surpassed him in poetry, and he was indeed talented.But the fact that his wife worshiped him as his disciple in front of everyone was like a thorn, deeply piercing Chen Sheng's heart.He really hates Yue Feng!

"Kneel down and see our leader!" Chen Sheng shouted with red eyes.

kneel?

Yue Feng chuckled.Stand straight.

At this moment, the voice of the sect leader Su Qingyan came from behind the bead curtain: "Elder Chen Sheng. This Yue Feng is not from the Wen Sect. There is no need to kneel down to me."

The voice is soft, yet full of majesty, leaving no room for doubt!

"Yes, Sect Master, I am too talkative." Chen Sheng quickly lowered his head and retreated to the side.

As the leader of the Wen Sect, Su Qingyan's rights were supreme.Every word she said was like an imperial edict to Wenzong disciples.

Yue Feng took a deep breath and secretly sighed in his heart, although the leader of Wen Sect is a woman, she has such a strong aura.

Immediately afterwards, Yue Feng's eyes fell on Chen Xia next to him: "Good disciple, why didn't you say hello when you saw the master?"

Hahaha...

This Chen Sheng wants to embarrass me in public.

Then I will make you embarrassed too.

Sure enough, when the words fell, everyone around them was stunned.

Chen Xia is this boy's apprentice?

You know, Chen Xia has a very arrogant personality. She is actually this boy's apprentice?How is this possible?

Chen Sheng secretly gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, feeling extremely ashamed and angry.This Yue Feng is really the one who doesn't want to pick up the pot.

Chen Xia also bit her lips tightly, her delicate body trembling.There was indescribable embarrassment on his face, and he was so anxious that he didn’t know how to respond. In the end, he still said nervously: "Master...Master!"

When she called out the word "master", Chen Xia's delicate face was flushed with indescribable shyness.

At this moment, inside the gauze curtain, Su Qingyan moved slightly and asked softly: "Chen Sheng, Chen Xia, do you and your wife know Yue Feng?"

Others around him also looked at Chen Sheng curiously, waiting for his explanation.

"This...this..." Chen Sheng hesitated, feeling very embarrassed.

Previously in Haicheng, I lost to Yue Feng in poetry writing. This was so embarrassing, how could I say it out loud?

Seeing that he was embarrassed to say it, Yue Feng smiled slightly and said slowly: "Elder Chen, are you sorry? In Haicheng, you and I lost in the poetry competition. The bet was to let my wife worship me as my teacher. You are Elder Wenzong, your memory can’t be so bad, right? It’s only been a few days and you’ve forgotten?”

"you...."

Chen Sheng was so angry that he couldn't speak. He stared at Yue Feng fiercely, feeling ashamed and angry at the same time, wanting to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

What?

Elder Chen lost in the poetry competition with this boy...

Yue Feng's words stunned everyone present!

You know, Chen Sheng's talent is obvious to all in Wenzong.Even the sect leader Su Qingyan admires it very much!

Such a literary giant actually lost to this kid in front of him? !

For a while, everyone whispered and discussed.

At this moment, Su Qingyan asked Yue Feng through the gauze curtain: "Yue Feng, I heard from the people below that you wrote a poem and won first place, but you don't want the title of 'Furong Talented Scholar' ?Can you tell me why?”

Yue Feng responded with a smile: "I was passing by and on a whim, I wrote a poem casually. It's just a title, it doesn't matter if you want it or not."

what?

Just a whim?

In an instant, the hundreds of Wenzong elders present felt their chests shake.

Even if you are talented, you still need to be humble...

You know, the person in front of you is the most talented woman in the history, the leader of Wenzong!

Everyone gulped and murmured in their hearts, this Yue Feng really doesn't know how to be humble, the young man is too sharp. ?

Seeing the scene in front of him, Chen Sheng, who was standing next to him, had a sneer on his lips.

This Yue Feng showed no humility at all when talking to the sect leader.

Thinking to himself, Chen Sheng took a step forward and looked at Yue Feng with a half-smile: "From what you say, it seems that writing a poem is easy. Do you know how many literati and elegant people attend every poetry conference? Are you so brazen that you won the championship just by writing a random song?"

Before he could finish speaking, Yue Feng shrugged and interrupted with a smile: "What I said is the truth. I just wrote a song casually. Not only that, last time I competed with you, I also wrote casually, so I just wrote it casually. you win."

Yue Feng saw it.

This Chen Sheng always wants to cause trouble for himself.

After the words fell, Xiao Xi couldn't help but said: "Yes, anyway, you lost to my young master. My young master is so talented that he is hundreds of miles ahead of you."

you!

Chen Sheng felt that his heart was clogged and he was speechless for a moment. He was so angry that his whole body was trembling and he almost spurted blood.

At this time, everyone around them frowned secretly.

This kid is so crazy.

Even if I beat Elder Chen in poetry writing before, there is no need to be so mocking...

Yue Feng had an indifferent expression, smiling and saying nothing.

To be honest, he also wanted to save face for Chen Sheng, but the other party was always looking for trouble and insisted on making things difficult for him.Can you still tolerate him?

At this time, Su Qingyan gently raised her hand, and suddenly, the hall became quiet.

At this time, Su Qingyan also felt that Yue Feng was a little too conceited.

Even if he won first place in the poetry competition just now, he shouldn't be so arrogant about his talent.

"You won the championship in the poetry competition. What poem did you compose? Can you tell me about it?" Su Qingyan asked.

Yue Feng smiled faintly and responded: "Since the sect master wants to hear it, then I will chant it."

After saying that, Yue Feng cleared his throat, walked leisurely, and pretended to put his hands behind his back as he walked, shaking his head and saying:

"Withered vines, old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, old roads and west winds and thin horses."

"As the sun sets in the west, heartbroken people appear in the world."

After reading this poem, Yue Feng looked at Su Qingyan with a smile: "What do you think of this poem, Sect Master?"

This...this poem...

At this moment, Su Qingyan's red lips opened slightly, and she couldn't help but softly recited: "Withered vines, old trees, dim crows... Small bridges and flowing water, people..."

While thinking silently, her beautiful face became more and more intoxicating!

Withered vines, old trees, dusky crows, small bridges, flowing water... Each of these words is very simple, but when put together like this, they can actually reflect such a profound artistic conception.

The last sentence, "Heartbroken people are at the end of the world" is extremely sad to read!

great poem!

Unparalleled poem!

Su Qingyan's delicate body was trembling, and she couldn't help but look at Yue Feng a few more times.