Yuelongmen was originally about entering the Tao through literature, so he was naturally not afraid of Xu Wuzhou and looked at Xu Wuzhou in a cold voice.
Moreover, he couldn't refuse this.
The Holy Land of Wen Dao is clamored to be better than Wen Dao. How can we refuse?
This is much more embarrassing than not being able to accept the challenge in martial arts! "You win, I will let you do whatever you want."
If you lose, the disciples of Jixia Academy will not appear in front of me in the future.
And..." Xu Wuzhou looked at Yuelongmen and said, "I don't like you very much. If you lose, you will cut off your hands and feet, get out!"
Yue Longmen frowned and said, "I am not a descendant of Jixia Academy, so I cannot represent all the disciples of Jixia Academy.
But for the rest, I can agree!"
Seeing that the trouble could not be solved at once, Xu Wuzhou frowned slightly.
He glanced at the house behind him, then looked at the disciples at Jixia Academy and said, "You can come up with the questions."
Xu Wuzhou's arrogant and domineering attitude made everyone present filled with indignation.
Everyone clenched their fists, but everyone looked towards Yuelongmen.
"There are so many of us, lest you say that we bully you, we will let you ask the questions."
Yue Longmen sneered.
“It’s all just food and wine bags, what’s the use of having more?
You answer the question quickly, and if you win, then get out."
Xu Wuzhou was very impatient.
Everyone glared at Xu Wuzhou. This kid was too arrogant. Who did he think he was?
Is he a great scholar?
Even a great scholar may not be able to suppress so many people by himself.
"Okay, okay! Senior Brother Yue, just come up with the questions. I want to see what he is capable of!"
"Yes, here's the question.
If he loses, don’t let him die, just destroy him and make his life worse than death!”
"Our Jixia Academy cannot be insulted, he will regret it!"
"..." Yuelongmen frowned slightly, he was naturally not afraid of Xu Wuzhou.
What he was worried about was that with Xu Wuzhou's attitude, he might not be able to keep his promise if he lost.
His strength cannot refuse them, does he have other means?
Or are there other powerful people hiding here to protect him?
Yue Longmen thought about this, but soon sneered.
Everything has its own rules. It was you who proposed Biwen Dao. If you lose when the time comes, it will be useless even if Mo Daoxian steps forward.
Jixia Academy is a holy place, everyone follows the rules, even Mo Daoxian can't say anything about it.
Thinking of this, Yuelongmen said coldly: "Since you insist on asking me to give the question, I will give the question today. It is night and hundreds of lights are burning in Jicheng, so I will use the lights as the topic, and inside a stick of incense, I will give the question
It will work if there are lights in the poems, and then the winner will be determined."
Speaking of this, Yue Longmen said: "If you feel you don't have enough time, you can do it within three sticks of incense."
Xu Wuzhou sneered, glanced at Yuelongmen and said, "Bring me a pen and paper!"
Yue Longmen frowned, but quickly asked someone to get pen and paper.
Yu Feng looked at this scene and sighed: "Originally, we could still see a fight between dragons and tigers, but now it seems that it is over.
It’s so boring! By the way, Yue Longmen bet with him that he would lose his limbs, right?
Tsk tsk, this may be the first time that a genius has his arms and legs amputated like this!"
Dai Yaoyao knew that Xu Wuzhou was talented, but she couldn't believe that Yu Feng had such confidence in him.
When it comes to poetry, sometimes talent doesn't necessarily mean you can win.
There are... after all, there are a lot of people here. What if someone has a flash of inspiration and comes up with a top song?
When someone brought a pen and paper, Xu Wuzhou spread it out.
Looking at the disciples of Jixia Academy present, he said: "I will write a poem, and you will take this poem back to Jixia Academy."
No matter who it is from your Jixia Academy, as long as they can make a song better than this one, I will lose."
One sentence caused an uproar in the room.
Everyone present hated Xu Wuzhou and gritted their teeth in hatred.
This guy is too arrogant. What is he doing at Jixia Academy?
This sentence directly judged them to lose, and even provoked the entire Jixia Academy. Who did he think he was?
Is the Literary Saint reincarnated?
"I want to see what masterpiece of yours you dare to talk about so brazenly!"
Yue Longmen's eyes were cold at this moment, looking at Xu Wuzhou with extremely unfriendly eyes. He wanted to take action to destroy Xu Wuzhou.
Xu Wuzhou didn't pay attention to their gazes. He picked up his pen and wrote the words "Qingyu Case" on the white paper.
Everyone laughed when they saw this scene.
Can you still turn your thoughts into poems, and the poems you turn into can suppress all of us, our entire Jixia Academy?
This is Jicheng, and it is not the turn for outsiders to be arrogant.
You are used to being arrogant and arrogant in Daozong, so today I will tell you that you have to pay the price for being arrogant and arrogant in Jicheng.
Everyone looked at Xu Wuzhou coldly, but the pen in Xu Wuzhou's hand moved very quickly.
“The east wind blooms flowers on thousands of trees at night, and blows them down like stars like rain.
BMW's carved car fills the road with fragrance.
The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot turned light, and fish and dragons danced all night long.
The moths are like golden strands of snow and willows, and the laughter is full of hidden fragrance.
The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, he was there, in a dimly lit place."
Xu Wuzhou was impatient and naturally wrote quickly.
In an instant, I finished writing this poem by Xin Qiji.
This poem, in the whole of Chinese poetry, is also very important, and it cannot be forgotten.
Xu Wuzhou doesn't believe it. If you take out this poem, how can you move the world?
After writing, Xu Wuzhou dried the ink and threw it directly to Yuelong Mendao.
"This poem is brought back to Jixia Academy. No matter who you are, if anyone can make a better one, you Jixia Academy will be arrogant in front of me again in the future. Otherwise, you are just a pile of shit, so don't disgust me!
"
Xu Wuzhou looked at Yuelongmen and said.
Yu Feng and Dai Yaoyao were on the roof. They wanted to see clearly what Xu Wuzhou wrote, but they were too far away and couldn't see clearly.
But at this moment, I heard Yue Longmen read it word by word.
When I think of "I have searched for him a thousand times in the crowd, I suddenly look back, but that person is there, in a dimly lit place."
’ At this time, both Dai Yaoyao and Yu Feng were stunned.
Especially Yu Feng, murmured to himself: "Another famous poem through the ages."
Of course, they were not the only ones who were shocked after reading this poem.
There were also many disciples from Jixia Academy. At this time, their faces changed drastically, and some even turned pale.
They are all quite talented people, so they naturally know what level this poem represents.
"This is impossible, this is impossible!"
Someone muttered to themselves and clenched their fists tightly.
Yue Longmen, his face was pale at this time, and the hand holding the piece of paper kept shaking.
A famous story through the ages, a famous story through the ages.
Suddenly looking back, that person was there, in a dimly lit place.
Looking at the dilapidated streets around him, Yuelongmen stared blankly at Xu Wuzhou.
He not only saw the meaning of the poem itself, but most importantly, he saw Xu Wuzhou's deep sense of sarcasm.
Shangque describes a scene of prosperity, splendor and beauty.
What Xia Que writes about is him in a dimly lit place.
Isn't it obvious what this means?
That is to say, ridicule people like them and let them be no matter how noble, gorgeous or outstanding they are in the eyes of others.
But he won't go along with them.
He stood in a corner since he was pure and pure.
This also tells them why they chose to live in this shabby slum.
A chill ran down my spine after leaping over the Dragon Gate. In a flash of thought, he could come up with such an eternal masterpiece just in time. Is this his ability?