Inside Wangjiang Tower.

It's indeed extremely luxurious.

Carved dragons and painted phoenixes, pavilions, towers, green tiles and red eaves, and a high-quality sandalwood is lit in every corner to clear the mind and nourish the spirit.

Wangjiang Tower has five floors.

The private room where you can have seven nights is on the fifth floor, and each private room is not connected to each other to avoid any accidents, and at the same time, it also maintains absolute sound insulation.

Gan Qiye said right, the maids in Wangjiang Tower were all extremely beautiful people. When they arrived at the fifth floor, eight stunning women stood at the door with smiles on their faces, but when they saw Lu Changsheng.

Lost in an instant!

After coming back to his senses, they all took Lu Changsheng into the Accord with great enthusiasm.

This made Gan Qiye, who was standing aside, feel a little stunned.

"It's good to get used to it. Anyone who is a woman, who sees my senior brother will not be moved. But you are very surprised. Are you not moved by your senior brother?"

Liu Qingfeng has long been accustomed to it.

"roll!"

Gan Qiye replied with a word, and then followed him to Accord.

Some spiritual fruits and wines have already been arranged in the Accord.

Gan Qiye naturally sat by the window, and then poured wine for Lu Changsheng.

"Master, I heard that you are the human saint. Do you want to attend this poetry conference?"

Gan Qiye asked this.

"Who is my senior brother? How could I participate in this kind of competition with a group of ordinary people?"

Liu Qingfeng finished pretending to Lu Changsheng.

Lu Changsheng took a sip of wine and did not answer.

"That's right. Although if you can win the first place, you will be rewarded with 100,000 kilograms of spirit stones, I think the master doesn't like this kind of thing."

Gan Qiye nodded and said seriously.

How many?

Hundreds of thousands of jin?

Lu Changsheng knew about things like spirit stones.

It is equivalent to the hard currency in the fairy world, but although the spirit stones are calculated by pounds, the density is very high, so a pound of spirit stones weighing is actually just the size of a fingernail.

But in the world of fairy tales, there are spiritual stones that can travel thousands of miles, but it is hard to move without spiritual stones.

It is very easy for Lu Changsheng to want a spirit stone, he sells supplies or directly finds someone to get it, such as Gan Qiye.

But Lu Changsheng can't do such things, so it's fine to joke on weekdays. If you really need anything, don't look for anyone else when you look for Daluo Holy Land.

It is a small matter to owe some favors, but it is troublesome to owe cause and effect.

So when he heard the 100,000 kilograms of spirit stones, Lu Changsheng drank another sip of wine and looked at Liu Qingfeng.

"Young brother's words are awkward. Scholars do not distinguish between high and low. Moreover, there is a famous saying in your hometown. Do you know what it is?"

Lu Changsheng said calmly.

"What?"

Gan Qiye and Liu Qingfeng both showed curiosity.

"Everyone is here!"

Lu Changsheng replied seriously with a face full of thought.

Liu Qingfeng:???.

Dan Qiye:???.

They don't understand what this means, but it sounds like it makes sense.

"clang!"

"clang!"

"clang!"

Suddenly, as the bell rang, the poetry composition conference officially began.

In the center of the square, an old man held a jade book in his hand and said with a smile: "This lantern festival poetry conference was jointly sponsored by the Dagan Dynasty, Wanbaoxing, Jifubao Trading Company, and Qiege Trading Company. The title was also drafted by the Taishi of the dynasty one hour ago!"

"Please listen to the good questions."

"With the title of green grass, drizzle, spring, and the imperial capital, I will write a seven-character poem with a limited time of incense. Just write the poems and put them in the cabinet. The supervisor of Han Academy will cross-examine them. In the end, the first three poems will be decided within one hour."

The old man's voice was extremely loud. He was a monk. At this moment, everyone began to think.

grass!

drizzle!

spring!

Imperial capital!

Lu Changsheng thought carefully and searched for the five hundred Tang poems in his mind.

"I thought of it." Liu Qingfeng slapped his thigh.

"What did you think of?"

Gan Qiye was a little curious.

"Writing a poem."

Liu Qingfeng said this.

"You can write poetry?"

Gan Qiye was full of curiosity.

"Why can't it? Follow my senior brother, pigs can write poems."

Liu Qingfeng said unconvincedly, but after saying this, he realized that this sentence seemed to be scolding him.

Liu Qingfeng waved his hand and said, "Listen to me first!"

"You read it."

Gan Qiye nodded.

"Cough cough!" Liu Qingfeng also coughed deliberately, then stood up and spoke slowly.

"The grass is green and the drizzle is continuous. Spring is coming early, and the joy is in the imperial capital!"

"How is it? Is it good?"

Liu Qingfeng asked excitedly.

"puff!"

Lu Changsheng sprayed out a sip of tea directly.

This is also called poetry?

That's it?

Are you teasing me?

Isn’t this just adding one more word to the idiom?

However, what is astonishing is.

Gan Qiye, who had always been stinky, nodded and thoughtfully said: "Your poem is not bad, but people say seven-character poems. You are five-character poems, so you can't do it."

Gan Qiye said this.

Lu Changsheng squirted again. He looked at Gan Qiye and couldn't help asking, "Are you serious?"

"What are you serious?"

Gan Qiye looked question marks.

"You think this poem is pretty good?"

Lu Changsheng asked.

"Although I don't think this kid is very likable, this poem is indeed OK."

Gan Qiye nodded seriously.

Liu Qingfeng was a little unhappy when he heard the first half of the sentence, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, he had no temper. After all, this was the first person who praised himself for his good writing poetry, so he held it back.

"Oh"

Lu Changsheng has nothing to say.
To be continued...