"hiss……"

As soon as Mu Qiaoer said these words, all the disciples of Mulong Peak suddenly took a breath of cold air.

There was silence.

The eyes of the disciples of Mulong Peak were full of confusion and confusion.

Their outlook on life, values, and truth began to collapse.

This is the chief disciple of their entire Mulong Peak, the most elegant and beautiful senior sister Mu Qiaoer!

This is the dream goddess of every Wood Dragon Peak disciple, the object of their adolescent fantasies, the proud daughter of heaven who is loved by thousands of people and even the master regards her as the apple of his eye.

On weekdays, her every frown and smile can make those disciples happy for a year, and her casual eye contact can make even weak-minded disciples faint.

And now, the apple of the eyes of the entire Wood Dragon Peak actually confesses his love to someone shyly and shamelessly?

He even promised to bring his junior brothers to join him?

All the disciples widened their eyes and looked at the ordinary bald man in the wooden cage with a look of jealousy.

This person is ordinary, just practicing Qi, and even bald!

How could he be so virtuous as to be favored by his senior sister?

"Isn't this really a combination of wealth and sex? You are a winner in life!"

"Damn it, this person is just plain-looking, not even one-tenth as good as me. Why does Senior Sister look down on me?"

"And he's bald... Hey, do you think senior sister likes the greasy, bald middle-aged man from the Mediterranean? This taste is a bit strong... I just wish I wasn't bald!"

For a moment, the entire Wood Dragon Peak disciples were wailing and roaring indignantly.

I wish I could kill Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng thought Mu Qiaoer was joking with him at first, but seeing Mu Qiaoer's shy and blushing face, he was a little confused for a moment.

What plot is this?

I didn’t turn on any special effects! Why did some girl fall in love with me?

Zhang Feng was silent for a long time and then said: "Are you serious?"

"Well. Although you are ordinary now, I have seen your handsome appearance, and I will never forget it." Although Mu Qiaoer's face was hot, his tone was very solemn.

Zhang Feng was silent for a long time: "Then I can reluctantly agree."

After all, he is locked up here now.

This choice is not difficult to make, but the big deal is sacrificing your body and male dignity.

It's shameful to sell your sex life to survive.

Besides, Zhang Feng originally wanted to be a pretty boy, but now people are showing up to him, so why not?

Mu Qiaoer smiled happily, her bright smile seemed to eclipse even the flowers at this moment, but then she snorted a little arrogantly: "Don't think that I can marry you just because you agree. My husband is not only good at martial arts.

Unparalleled, we need the top talent!"

"I heard that the fragrance from your mouth attracted people from all over the world to worship you. I don't know if it's true or not."

Zhang Feng was stunned, "What do you want to do?"

"Although the little girl is a monk at Mulong Peak, she has been influenced by the master since she was a child. She has read many poems, dictionaries and Confucian classics." Mu Qiaoer looked slightly proud of a young woman and said with a smile, "Now she is a scholar.

The state of being a scholar is only a hair away from being a semi-Confucian."

"It is said that good-looking skins are all the same, but interesting souls can only be chosen from a thousand. If you want to be my husband, why don't you and I have a literary battle, and each compose a poem to see which one is better, yours or mine?

!”

As soon as these words came out, the disciples of Mulong Peak breathed a sigh of relief.

They did not recognize Zhang Feng, and naturally they did not know that the ordinary bald Qi practitioner in front of them was the Wen Dao Saint Master.

After all, as we all know, the image of a bald head generally has little culture.

And my senior sister’s literary attainments are shocking!

It's just that the disciples don't understand. This ordinary bald head can't be associated with anything good-looking...

Zhang Feng looked at Mu Qiaoer in surprise and nodded: "Okay."

Zhang Feng really didn't expect that Mu Qiaoer, as the chief disciple, would also have attainments in literature and Taoism!

I am almost in a semi-Confucian state, and I don’t know what kind of earth-shattering and perfect poems I can produce.

If that doesn't work, we can only invite the sages on earth to appear. Should we use Du Fu or Li Bai?

Seeing Zhang Feng agreeing, the disciples of Mulong Peak burst into laughter: "This bald man actually dares to compare poetry with his senior sister!"

"I was scared to death. I thought my senior sister was about to get married, but it turns out I was just teasing him! He looks ordinary and has no culture at first glance. How can he be compared to my senior sister?"

"Sister, you are so cruel! I like it so much!"

"With such a bald head, does he know what poetry is?"

Even the old man Mu Long outside the Xuanhuang Scroll of Heaven and Earth couldn't help but relax, shook his head and smiled indifferently: "This little girl is so naughty, she scared me just now."

The good man from Shangshui on the side looked sympathetic, but stopped talking.

In the Xuanhuang Scroll of Heaven and Earth, Mu Qiaoer coughed, and the disciples of Mulong Peak instantly fell silent, eagerly waiting for Mu Qiaoer to compose a poem.

There was silence, and every disciple looked at Mu Qiaoer with eyes full of reverence.

There was silence between heaven and earth, and even the sound of the wind disappeared.

Zhang Feng's expression changed slightly. Looking at his momentum, could Mu Qiao'er really be able to write an eternal masterpiece with his almost semi-Confucian literary and Taoist attainments?

Mu Qiaoer took a step forward with a solemn expression, looking across the green mountains, his literary aura moving in all directions.

She proudly held out her chest and said in poetry:

"The green mountains and green trees are so beautiful."

"Environmental protection is responsible for everyone."

“Good mountains, good water, good scenery.”

"Two birds in a tree in pairs!"

Zhang Feng was stunned.

What the hell is this poetry?

Is this an almost semi-Confucian literary attainment?!

However, before Zhang Feng could come back to his senses, he heard the dense crowd of Wood Dragon Peak disciples shouting wildly with excitement on their faces.

“What a poem!”

“Excellent poetry!”

"As expected of senior sister, the sophistication of these poems has already reached the realm of semi-Confucianism!"

"There are artistic conceptions, beautiful scenery, and a world-wide awareness of environmental protection! Senior sister is indeed an unparalleled poetry genius!"

Zhang Feng: "???"

Are you fucking kidding me?

Zhang Feng turned to look at those disciples, but then he was dumbfounded. The respect and admiration on the faces of those disciples were not fake at all. They looked at the senior sister with enthusiasm and applauded desperately.

Zhang Feng began to doubt life at that time.

Is this considered a good poem?

Have you never read any good poetry?

etc……

Zhang Feng suddenly remembered that at the inauguration ceremony of his chief disciple, after he had recited a few quotes from the sages, the great Confucians from all directions came to worship him, and they knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.

At that time, Zhang Feng was still very puzzled, thinking that these great scholars were sick or something.

Now that I think about it, it is possible that these people have never read good poetry at all!

After all, even on earth, the poems left by these sages are not enough to make people shed tears. The most they can do is nod and say, "It's so wet, so wet."

From this point of view, it makes sense that the disciples of Mulong Peak in front of them were enthusiastically excited about this limerick, as well as the strange scene of those great scholars bowing to them in tears!

"The development of culture in this world is far worse than that on Earth!"

Zhang Feng finally discovered the truth.

In fact, it’s not to blame Zhang Feng for misunderstanding. As long as you are an individual, if you see those great Confucians who are all dressed in literary spirit, linking up the heaven and earth and walking in the air, and the names of great Confucians who are always famous in one place, plus their beards and hair are all white.

If you talk and laugh happily, of course you will think that this person is a wise person, and you will not think that the other person is actually a weakling.

What's more, the names in the literary world are more bluffing than the last, such as half-step great scholar, great scholar, half-sage, sub-sage, saint, and holy teacher. These sound particularly powerful, and give people the feeling that the literary world in this world is brilliant.

Like stars covering eyes.

So the moment he met those Confucian and Taoist leaders, Zhang Feng subconsciously felt that he was committing fraud.
Chapter completed!