"My God, what a handsome man." A woman's delicate compliment sounded particularly pleasant to the ear.

"Yes, I didn't expect that there would be such a handsome and extraordinary man in the world, who is like a god." The other woman was completely obsessed with the man's elegant demeanor and extraordinary handsome appearance on the stage, with a look of excitement on her face.

The shy and charming smile of the flowers.

The praises were pouring in and out.

The man on the stage looked as dusty as dust, and had no interest in him at all. His stern and elegant face always had a smile as cold as human hearts. It seemed unattainable and alienating, but it was so deadly.

I want people to get closer.

"Young Master ---" Uncle Liu's respectful and gentle voice called to the man who suddenly descended from the stage.[

"Well, Uncle Liu, let's start." The man's eyebrows were high and his eyes were arrogant as he glanced at everyone in the audience. It seemed that no one looked the same as him.

"Yes-----" he bowed respectfully, then raised his head, smiled at the people in the audience and said, "Now the poetry competition begins. There are three couplets in total. The person who answers can jump to

Come on stage. If you are satisfied with the answer, my young master will let you stay on stage. If you are not satisfied, you can go on your own.

Step down. There is no limit on the number of people in each couplet, but there is a time limit. The time for each couplet is a quarter of an hour. If no one answers an answer that satisfies our young master in this quarter of an hour, then skip this one.

Vice couplet, proceed to the next couplet. And if you answer a question correctly, it will be worth ten points, and the full score will be thirty points."

As soon as Uncle Liu finished speaking, a man with low-level martial arts jumped onto the stage. He had a full beard, wore coarse linen clothes, and was tall and thick. At first glance, he looked like a martial artist, but he had no ink. His voice was loud and full of roughness.

"Tell me, what is the first couplet?"

"Sir, please read the couplet behind you." Uncle Liu explained to him with a gentle smile on his face.

Ma Dahan turned around, and as soon as his feet touched the ground, there was a sudden movement on the stage, which was extremely powerful. At first glance, he looked like a man with only strength but no brain power. He asked in a foul language, "What is written on it?"

Uncle Liu's embarrassment swept away, "Master, can't you understand?"

"I haven't been able to read since I was a child." The tall and powerful man said honestly.

"Then young master, what are you doing here?" Uncle Liu's brows were a little unhappy, but his expression still had a hint of embarrassing smile.

The audience burst into laughter, laughing at the tall and mighty man on the stage, but with only brute strength and no brain power.

The man stretched out his thick hand and scratched his head. His strong and loud voice shocked everyone watching in the audience, "You read it to me and I will do it right."

Uncle Liu was speechless, but he couldn't refuse, so he could only read for him quietly, "Master, listen up, the first couplet is, the boat is connected to Dongting, the world is full of devastation, but there are tears."

The man laughed and boasted, "This is so right, this is so right."

"Then please tell me, sir." Uncle Liu looked respectful, with a faint smile on his lips.

"I stink all over, and I am the only one in the world." The man responded loudly, with a bright look on his brows.

Uncle Liu was sweating. What kind of ridiculous second line was this? He said sadly, "Young master, you can go down now."
Chapter completed!