Xu Lu also looked at Yue Feng closely, her eyes sparkling with splendor, and she was so happy inside! This poem that the master wrote for herself is really great!
"Clouds think of clothes, flowers think of faces." The meaning of this sentence is that when you see beautiful clouds in the sky, you think of beautiful women's clothes, and when you see flowers, you think of beautiful women's faces...
This... this artistic conception is obviously more than one level higher than Elder Chen's!
Clouds think of clothes, flowers think of faces! Eternal quatrains, eternal quatrains!
In an instant, many people took out pens and paper and wrote down this poem. They looked at Yue Feng with complicated eyes.
This kid is so talented...
At this time, Yue Feng looked at Chen Sheng with a smile: "As an elder of Wenzong, the poems you wrote are nothing more than this. I don't think there is any need to compete next time, so as not to embarrass you again."
Yue Feng's words immediately hurt Chen Sheng's dignity.
"you...."
Chen Sheng was extremely angry and pointed at Yue Feng, trembling all over.
puff!
The next second, Chen Sheng staggered back a few steps and spurted out a mouthful of blood.
I am full of knowledge and talent, and I am an elder of Wenzong. Now I am defeated by an unknown boy. What a shame, what a shame!
"Ms. sir."
Chen Xia's expression changed, and she quickly came up and helped Chen Sheng.
At the same time, everyone else present was also surprised and gathered around.
"Elder Chen..."
"Elder Chen, are you okay?"
As they spoke one after another, many people were shocked in their hearts, and the eyes they looked at Yue Feng were different from before.
This kid actually beat Elder Chen in poetry. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have dared to believe it?!
"Sir." Xiao Xi cheered and couldn't help but pull Yue Feng's arm and said happily: "Sir, you are great, we won!"
"Master, you, you are so amazing..." At the same time, Xu Lu lowered her head and spoke softly.
She was worried when Yue Feng and Chen Sheng competed against each other in poetry. After all, Chen Sheng was an elder of Wenzong and was very knowledgeable. There was no way that his master could win in a poetry competition against him.
The result was unexpected!
Yue Feng ignored the strange looks around him and looked at Chen Sheng with a smile: "Tsk, tsk, I see your body is not strong anymore."
"you.."
This kid also made sarcastic remarks! Chen Sheng's heart was clogged, his whole body was shaking, and he spat out a mouthful of blood again.
Yue Feng stopped when he saw that he was good and stopped provoking him. His eyes fell on Chen Xia: "Your husband is an elder of Wenzong. He always sticks to his word. Naturally, his words must be counted. Since he lost, let's fulfill the bet.
"
After the words fell, Yue Feng sat on his seat with his legs crossed, looking like an uncle.
Swish.
At this moment, everyone's eyes fell on Chen Xia. The bet just now said that if Chen Sheng lost, she would become Yue Feng's disciple.
Does she really want to become a disciple?
Still turned his back and refused to admit it.
Facing Yue Feng's smiling gaze, Chen Xia's delicate body trembled and she bit her lips tightly, almost bleeding.
A few seconds later, Chen Xia still walked over.
Plop.
When she arrived, Chen Xia bent her knees and knelt gracefully in front of Yue Feng. Her face turned red with embarrassment and she whispered: "Disciple Chen Xia... pay homage... pay homage to the master."
At this moment, Chen Xia's heart was full of humiliation! To be honest, at that moment, she really didn't want to be a disciple of this guy. She wanted to leave.