Zhang Shen was shocked and said: "Say goodbye, if you and your brother bow down to me together, it will be a good story."

It doesn’t matter whether he writes poetry or not, the main thing is that he doesn’t want to bury such a talent.

It would also be great if in the future a skilled hand comes across a poem that has been handed down from generation to generation, such as "My Master Zhang Shen".

Li Mubai said displeasedly: "The art of war is not the mainstream. Scholars must first study the classics, understand strategies, and cultivate themselves and their families."

"Huh, chess is the mainstream? And he is a person who cannot afford to lose. He has not won a single victory in the hands of Wei Yuan." Zhang Shen snorted coldly.

"Old thief, shut up and don't mention Wei Yuan in front of me. I have always cherished talents, and I have accepted this student."

"Old man, do you care about talents? Are you coveting his poetic talent?"

"Shameless old thief, my righteousness will shock you to death."

"It's as if I don't have any."

May your scalp be numb in the new year.
Chapter completed!