"Young Master, the poem you just now is so well written!"
At the entrance of the inn, Xiao Xi held Yue Feng's hand tightly, and his face was full of admiration: "Young Master, you didn't see it. After you finished writing your poem, those people were all stupid! You are so awesome!"
Xiao Xi held Yue Feng's arm and felt so beautiful. He knew that the young master would definitely amazed the audience as soon as he took action!
Yue Feng looked at her with a smile: "Is it great? Then what did you say is good?"
Haha, the poem just now, whose name is written by Ma Zhiyuan, a writer of the Yuan Dynasty. How can it not be good?
Xiaoxi tilted her head and thought for a while, and said, "I think it's amazing anyway, and the words are super beautiful."
She doesn't understand poetry, but she can also feel the vicissitudes of life in the poem.
Hahaha...
Hearing this, Yue Feng laughed and reached out to touch Xiao Xi's head.
"Young Master Yue!" At this moment, only an excited voice heard came from behind.
Yue Feng subconsciously looked back.
Not far away, a woman was jogging all the way with high heels, exhausted and panting. It was Peony!
"Young Master Yue, please follow me back. You are the one who is the genius of Furong this year." Mudan walked to Yue Feng and said softly. A few drops of fragrant sweat had already oozed out of her forehead.
Thankfully, I finally found him, finally found him...
"Miss Mudan, am I not the younger brother you mentioned? Why have you become Mr. Yue again?" Yue Feng said with a smile.
In today's world, I really like to judge people by their appearance.
Mudan bit her lips tightly, feeling her face flushed. She didn't expect that the young master Yue in front of her would have such talent. She looked down on him just now...
"Mr. Yue, I was wrong." Mudan said softly: "Mr. Yue, you must follow me back. The title of Furong Talent must belong to you..."
"No need." Yue Feng waved his hand, took Xiao Xi's hand, and was about to walk into the inn.
Peony was stunned. The title of Furong's talented man is the highest title of a literati and poet! He doesn't want this great honor?
Mudan was anxious and almost cried. She walked a few steps and stopped Yue Feng: "Mr. Yue, I'm sorry, I'm apologized to you. If I don't take you back, the sect leader will punish me. Please, Mr. Yue...I beg you..."
This poetry conference was held by Wenzong and is only held every three years!
This poem by Mr. Yue is the best in the world. If he doesn't bring him back, the sect leader will definitely be angry...
"Young Master Yue, can I kneel down for you..." Mudan bent her knees and was about to kneel down.
As a result, when her knee immediately hit the ground, Yue Feng raised his hand and gently lifted her up with a gentle internal force.
"Okay, I'll go back with you." Yue Feng looked helpless and had nodded.
There are so many people on the street, and if she doesn't go back with her, she will be entangled.
"Thank you, Mr. Yue!" Mudan was overjoyed and quickly led the way in front.
After a while, Yue Feng and Xiao Xi were taken to the city gate.
There were more than 200 cars parked at the city gate! Seeing this scene, Xiao Xi was shocked.
You should know that in this Dongao Continent, only wealthy families can buy a car. The price of a car is really expensive. Ordinary people can't afford to buy one if they don't eat or drink for their entire lives. At this time, there were more than 200 cars at the gate of the city!
"Young Master Yue, please get in the car."
Mudan pointed to the first car and said to Yue Feng.
Yue Feng nodded and sat in the back row with Xiao Xi. Mudan sat in the driver's seat and drove the car.
More than 200 cars behind also followed. This huge convoy was driving south.
It was already late at this time, and Yue Feng and Xiao Xi were sleepy and simply slept in the car.
I slept very well this time, until the next morning, I heard Peony gently touch Yue Feng: "Young Master Yue, we are here."
"Yeah..." Yue Feng opened his sleepy eyes and looked out the car window, and was stunned!
A few dozen meters away, there is a huge palace!
This palace is several times larger than the Forbidden City! The gate of this palace is extremely majestic! This gate is hundreds of meters high and has a width of more than fifty meters!
On the door, two bright red characters are particularly eye-catching:
Wenzong!
Huh... Yue Feng and Xiao Xi looked at each other, and both of them were shocked. This... the headquarter of the Wenzong is too domineering, right?!
"Young Master Yue, please get off the car." Mudan said softly.
"Oh, OK..." Yue Feng swallowed, slowly walked out of the car, and walked into the gate of Wenzong.
As soon as I walked in, I saw a giant square with tens of thousands of disciples on it.
Some disciples are practicing martial arts, while others are reading and painting. It’s so lively!
Although the disciples of Wenzong are all very talented, they also attach great importance to cultivation. Yue Feng could feel that the strength of these disciples is not low, almost no less than that of Wuhou!
Following Mudan, he came all the way to the Wenzong Hall and finally stopped.
"You have to report to the sect leader, this year's talented man Furong has been brought here." Mudan said respectfully.
"Let him come in."
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At this moment, Yue Feng felt that his heartstrings were tugged. Damn, this... is the leader of the Wenzong Sect, a woman?
At the same time, Xiao Xi couldn't help but whisper: "Wow...this sound is so nice."
Seeing the two of them talking in a low voice, Mudan smiled: "Please, Mr. Yue."
Yue Feng nodded, pushed open the hall door and walked in.
As soon as he entered, Yue Feng became stupid!
There were hundreds of people standing in the hall, all of whom were elders of Wenzong. Among these elders, Yue Feng also saw two familiar figures. They were Chen Sheng and his wife Chen Xia.
"Isn't this my disciple?" Yue Feng looked at Chen Xia with a smile.
The last time I competed with Chen Sheng, the bet was that after Chen Sheng lost, his wife wanted to take Yue Feng as her teacher.
"You!" Chen Sheng was almost vomited blood again.
Yue Feng laughed and looked forward. He saw a phoenix chair in front of these people.
A woman sat on it, wearing a silk cheongsam, her graceful curves were looming, and her temperament was mysterious and quiet, like a fairy, exuding a sacred and inviolable majesty.
This woman is Su Qingyan, the leader of the Wenzong Sect.