There was a certain distance between Shi Feng and Qin Shuo, and there was so much noise in the square that he couldn't hear the five-character mantra that Qin Shuo read out.
He saw that Qin Shuo's movements and behavior had a somewhat scholarly demeanor, which further confirmed his judgment.
Shifeng admired Qin Shuo a little, but he didn't want to make friends with Qin Shuo and discuss poetry together. He just wanted to get closer to Jiuqu.
He believed that Jiuqu liked Qin Shuo because of his poetic talent, and he was somewhat confident in his own poetic talent.
If he could interact with Jiuqu through this, he would have the confidence to replace Qin Shuo and become Jiuqu's sidekick.
There was no shortage of cultivators in the crowd of onlookers, and the cultivators who had stood for a long time had also seen the old man demonstrate. They were attracted by the old man's sword skills and wanted to obtain the sword skills. Therefore, many people came forward to offer poems.
Qin Shuo listened to what the servants were saying and knew that the purpose of the old man's request for poetry was to commemorate his deceased wife.
The old man is a cultivator, and his wife is a mortal. A cultivator has a long lifespan, but a mortal has lived for a hundred years in the blink of an eye. From the moment they were united, they were destined to be separated by life and death.
The couple did not dare to get close to each other because they knew the outcome, but the love took over and they finally came together.
They lived happily for decades.
Wife closes her eyes,
The old man stayed,
In the long remaining years, the old man was surrounded by many pursuits, but the only thing he cared about was his deceased wife.
The old man is also old. His qualifications have reached the end. The increase in life span brought by cultivation is not as good as time. He will soon be able to see his deceased wife, and his old face cannot hide his excitement.
But he couldn't go empty-handed, and he couldn't bring gold, silver, jade and silk. These common things were a blasphemy against his deceased wife.
The deceased wife liked poetry, so the old man wanted to bring her poems.
The old man searched everywhere to find suitable poems. Daming City was the place he came to after decades of wandering, but after decades, he still could not find his favorite poems.
People contributed poems one after another,
The old man didn't like it, so he politely declined.
A muscular man's poem was rejected. He got angry and cursed: "This is not fair! Poetry is not gold or silver, nor is it a martial art. If you listen to it, the poem will be yours. Even if you are serious,
You like it, but as long as you pretend not to like it, you don’t need to teach us the sword skills. You are cheating! My poem is so good, why is it not worthy of your sword skills?"
After hearing this, everyone present felt that the strong man had a point.
"Yes, even if the poems are really to his liking, he can just pretend that he doesn't like them. Then, he will go to our poems in vain."
"Is he really a liar? It doesn't look like it."
"Who can say for sure? Liars don't know how to put words on their faces."
Qin Shuo became interested when he heard this, and he shouted: "Brother! Let's listen to your poem and we will comment on it for you!"
When the strong man heard Qin Shuo's words, he raised his eyebrows. Sure enough, he was a wise man. He gave Qin Shuo a comparison, and Qin Shuo was offended.
Then, he grabbed the paper with his poems written on it from the old man's servant, cleared his throat, and read loudly: "You are my little carrot, I can never love you too much..."
The whole place was silent.
Qin Shuo applauded: "Nima! What a poem! Brother, how can your poems have their own background music? If it were a different era, I'm afraid it would have become famous all over the country, attracting countless aunts to raise their hands and dance for you."
Everyone looked at Qin Shuo,
Kid, you successfully caught my attention. Such high-end taste is beyond our reach.
The strong man nodded movedly. He introduced Qin Shuo as his confidant and competed again.
Turning around, the strong man glared at the old man, and extended his finger to point at the old man's nose.
He cursed: "Old man, did you hear that! This is a good poem! You didn't mean to change the poem, you are a liar!"
The old man closed his eyes and smiled faintly. He had been begging for poems for decades and traveled all over the world. He had seen many unreasonable people like the strong man.
Poetry is neither good nor bad. If given to the right person, it will be a good poem. There is no rigid evaluation standard.
According to the strong man, the old man doesn't need to ask for poetry at all, because he can't prove whether the poetry is what he wants.
This was a transaction between you and me. You doubted the old man, so you didn't have to participate, but you decided to suddenly attack after the poem was rejected. Isn't this unreasonable?
The old man raised his sword finger, and the iron sword leaning on his side came out of its sheath with a buzzing sound, and he went straight towards the strong man.
Before the strong man could react, the sword was already on his neck, buzzing, and the sword was ringing continuously!
Qin Shuo was suddenly surprised when he saw the old man taking action!
He shouted loudly to incite conflict between the old man and the strong man, because it could bring him three major benefits.
First of all, Qin Shuo's purpose was to attract attention, and he succeeded. Even a mouse in the square noticed him.
Then, Qin Shuo wanted to cause a fight.
A strong man is 90% no match for an old man.
But Qin Shuo could see the old man's sword skills.
When the two fight, Qin Shuo can also collect non-attributed spiritual energy.
The three goals were achieved, and Qin Shuo also had an unexpected surprise. The old man's sword technique turned out to be the art of sword control!
Qin Shuo can turn earth into a sword, but there is a limit to how he can turn earth into a sword. His earth sword must be connected to the ground.
Therefore, there is a line of dirt under his sword blade. Not only is this unsightly, the line of dirt can also become a flaw in his swordsmanship.
Once the earth thread is cut off, the earth sword will break off the spiritual control.
Therefore, what Qin Shuo needs is to control the sword and control the sword in the air!
Jiuqu's ice sword fits Qin Shuo's idea very well, but Jiuqu actually wields ice, not a sword.
Jiuqu's ice sword was just a dispensable appearance. After her cultivation recovered, she was more able to control the ice dust.
The middle-aged beautiful woman’s Li Zi Jue also conforms to Qin Shuo’s ideas to a certain extent.
But Zi Jue is Zi Jue, not a Kung Fu method. This is equivalent to innate ability, and Qin Shuo cannot learn it even if he wants to.
Therefore, the only thing that can meet Qin Shuo's requirements is the old man's genuine sword-controlling skills.
He saw the old man's move. He tried to hold up his sword fingers and control a stone under his feet to fly into the air!
really!
It works!
But Qin Shuo only learned one trick, which was to fly up the iron sword and place it on the strong man's neck.
Qin Shuo really wanted to change to the old man's sword skills. He wanted a complete set of sword skills, or he wanted the old man to compete with others at full strength and he learned from others.
Qin Shuo searched his guts, trying to find a poem that fit the old man's love experience, but the more he thought about it, the more messy the remaining words and sentences in his mind became.
In the end, not only could he not remember the verses, but the magic sound filled his brain. Softly, he actually sang: "The sparrows outside the window are sleeping on the telephone poles..."
Jiuqu, who was listening next to her, had a black line on her head. She finally understood that her husband was ignorant and incompetent...
She muttered: "Why can't sparrows sleep? Do your sparrows still wear clothes? And... what is a telephone pole? Is it a thunder technique?"