Bai Shishi looked at Shen Lang and curled her lips:

"You look like an empty young master now. You look like a drunken young master who is incompetent in both writing and martial arts. He pretends to be nothing like you."

Shen Lang pondered for a while:

"Pretending to be a warrior if your martial arts skills are too low will not allow you to get in. If your martial arts skills are too high, it will easily arouse vigilance. So it seems that it is more convenient to pretend to be a scribe?"

Bai Shishi expressed doubts:

"But can you write poetry about objects?"

"Well……"

It is easy to copy poems, but it is difficult to write poems referring to objects.

If you point out something that is not in your poetry library and ask yourself to compose a poem on the spot, won't it be revealed?

Bai Shishi looked at his troubled look, suppressed a smile and raised her hand to point to a small sand island on the lake, where several big white geese were grazing:

"Please Master Kong Kong use those geese to compose a poem on the spot."

Shen Lang opened his mouth and said:

"A group of geese in Shazhou are driven down the river with a hiss. They go down to the river to catch geese to cure their hunger. After eating, they go home to play... Ahem, this one doesn't count, here's another one."

Nima couldn't help but read out this limerick. Fortunately, it was in private, otherwise it would have been a big joke.

"I think that we should give up."

Bai Shishi looked at Shen Lang with sympathy:

"Poetry is all about talent. Without that talent, even if you read thousands of books, you still won't be able to write any good poems. Do you have any other talents? Painting, playing chess, musical instruments, whatever you want, you can get it.

Do you have to take action?"

Shen Lang spread his hands:

"I have some confidence in musical instruments, but there is no piano here!"

Bai Shishi looked puzzled:

"Piano? Where can I use a piano made of steel?"

Shen Lang shook his head:

"The piano I'm talking about is different from the piano you're talking about...Forget it, I'll just pretend to be a warrior. In addition to the secret martial arts of Buddhism, I have many other unique skills, which should not arouse suspicion."

Bai Shishi hugged her chest with her hands:

"It's up to you. But if you are exposed and are surrounded and killed, don't expect me to help you."

"Put your hands down. How can you, a maid, show such a frivolous attitude in front of your own son? If your family tradition is a little stricter, I should whip you now."

Shen Lang first corrected Bai Shishi's posture and then said:

"When I was besieged, if you helped me, it would be considered a major meritorious service."

Bai Shishi asked: "Can I avoid death?"

Shen Lang said seriously: "If I plead for you, there may be a chance to exchange beheading for hanging and leave a whole body."

Bai Shishi rolled her eyes angrily:

"screw you!"

Now the two of them strode towards Tianxiangshe Manor, and soon passed by the horse racing stable and arrived at the gate.

In front of the gate of the manor, there were four young warriors, two men and two women, carrying swords on their backs.

There is also a scholar holding a scroll and shaking his head while reading, an old man with a goatee and a chessboard in front of him, a middle-aged painter holding a drawing board and painting on the lake, and a young woman guarding a musical instrument stand.

Seeing Shen Lang, who had a pale and vain face, dark circles under his eyes, and big bags under his eyes, swaggering over with a maid, the doorkeepers couldn't help but curl their lips in secret, with contempt hidden in their eyes.

This guy looked drunk and drunk, and at first glance he looked like a dissolute playboy who was incompetent in both writing and martial arts.

There are many more people like this.

"You don't have to worry about your own money. How can something like that get through the gate of Tianxiang Society?"

A young female warrior whispered.

The four of them warriors are all disciples of the "Mingjian Villa". They all have sixth-level cultivation. Although their internal strength is different, they all have sharp swordsmanship.

If the people who come to visit are samurai, they will judge each other's martial arts.

Your kung fu must be approved by them before you are eligible to enter.

However, the four Mingjian Villa disciples at the door did not think that the young master who was coming towards them knew martial arts.

With his kidney-deficient look on his face, he would be out of breath from exhaustion even if he took just two steps. How could he possibly know the slightest bit about martial arts?

He was probably just an incompetent person who spent money to buy some poems and wanted to use his "literary talent" to get through.

Just when I was guessing what the young master was going to do, I saw him walking up to the door with his head held high, unfolding his folding fan with a swish sound, shaking his fan in a cool and unrestrained way, and said leisurely:

"My Lord Kong Kong, Ji Ruxue, is a southerner who has traveled through Luling Mansion and has been famous for Tianxiang Society for a long time. I heard that Tianxiang Society is holding a civil and military poetry meeting tonight, so I came here to visit, hoping to see the grand poetry meeting."

Young Master Ji Ruxue...

The name was so cold that the four disciples of "Mingjian Villa" felt goosebumps all over their bodies when they heard it. They almost couldn't help but fold their arms and rub their arms.

The scholar who was studying laughed dryly, stood up, bowed his head, and asked:

"It turns out to be Mr. Ji. There is indeed a poetry meeting in our club tonight, but does Mr. Ji know the rules of our club? He needs to compose a poem by referring to an object, or show off any talent of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting to gain our approval.

You can come in and participate in the poetry meeting."

Shen Lang chuckled:

"I am a martial artist. Although I have always admired culture and elegance, unfortunately I have no talent for it. But I heard that Tianxiang Club also accepts martial arts visits. Tonight's poetry meeting is also a 'civilian and military poetry meeting'. I wonder if I can do it?

Wu Dengmen?"

Warrior?

The scholar looked at Shen Lang doubtfully, then looked sideways at the four disciples of Mingjian Villa.

The four Mingjian Villa disciples also looked surprised. They looked at Shen Lang up and down with scrutinizing eyes, but they couldn't find any trace of martial artistry in him.

A male disciple of Mingjian Villa frowned and said:

"Mr. Ji, are you kidding me? I'm sorry for my blindness, but I really can't tell that Mr. Ji possesses martial arts skills."

Another female disciple from Mingjian Villa said with a smile:

"Mr. Ji, your body and bones don't seem to be very strong? Could it be that you have some hidden disease? If you are weak and weak, you will be killed if you practice martial arts forcefully."

Being questioned and ridiculed by these two people, Shen Lang was not annoyed and just smiled and said:

"With Ji's appearance, he really doesn't look like a martial artist, so it's no wonder that a few people misunderstood him.

"But some of you don't know that two years ago, when Ji was practicing the family secret skill 'Ice Palm', he accidentally diverted his energy and damaged his meridians. Under the invasion of cold poison, he became as weak as he is now.

Weak look.

"However, Ji doesn't look very tough on the outside, but his body has already healed. It's also a blessing in disguise that he has mastered this family secret skill that has been practiced by three generations of elders. Ji is confident that with this ice palm, he can

Kung Fu, you should be qualified to enter the poetry meeting."

"this……"

After hearing what he said, several disciples of Mingjian Villa put aside their contempt and looked at each other. When they looked at Shen Lang again, their expressions became serious.

Martial arts is something that cannot be faked at all. Whether you are a real master or not can be understood by just putting your hand out and trying it.

As for them not being able to tell that Shen Lang has martial arts skills at all, that can only mean one thing:

This "Empty Master" Ji Ruxue's martial arts was far superior to theirs, and he was able to completely hide his energy, making them unaware of it.

At that moment, the male disciple who had questioned Shen Lang before took a step forward, cupped his fists and bowed to Shen Lang:

"I am Liang Zheng, a fifth-generation disciple of Mingjian Villa. Mr. Ji, would you like to show me some clever tricks to open the eyes of the lower class?"

Shen Lang didn't shirk, and walked to the left side of the gate, under a large willow tree that hugged the tree. He nodded slightly to everyone, then raised his palm and slapped it on the trunk of the tree.

Peng!

There was a muffled sound, and the big willow tree did not move at all, but a palm print exploded on the back of the trunk.

Countless ice particles the size of soybeans were sprayed out from the palm print and flew two to three feet away, like a hailstorm.

The strength of this palm made the scholar and several other literati exclaim in surprise, and the four disciples of Mingjian Villa couldn't help but take a breath and look shocked.

Later, Liang Zheng bowed his hands with a solemn expression:

"What an Ice Palm! Mr. Ji's palm power is amazing, I admire you. I have offended you with my previous words, Mr. Ji Haihan."

The female disciple who had made fun of Shen Lang also quickly stepped forward to apologize.

Shen Lang smiled generously, waved his folding fan and said:

"It's okay. Mr. Ji has also heard that after Tianxiang Society became famous, many libertines with ill intentions came to make trouble. Tianxiang Society was also disturbed so much that it just set various rules for entry. You all have done your duty, what's the matter?

Are you offended?"
To be continued...