No wonder Duan Mulei wanted to compete with Zuo Xiao in poetry. This guy got it for nothing. "Haha, Miss Murong, didn't you just say you wouldn't come to the Rising Sun Tower? Why did you come with us anyway?"
At this time, Cao Changqing and Su Su came up from behind.
Murong Zining had a cold look on his face. He was already very impressed by Ling Tian, and now he was even more unwilling to pay attention to Cao Changqing.
Cao Changqing was a little embarrassed, but soon he saw Ling Tian in front of everyone.
Only then did I realize that this group of people seemed to be headed by Ling Tian?
This doesn't seem to be Murong Zining's character.
However, Cao Changqing finally discovered at this time that this man named Ling Tian looked more handsome than himself.
Not only that, if there is a seemingly invisible sword intent surrounding Ling Tian at this time, he should be a sword cultivator!
For a time, Cao Changqing's jealousy grew like a weed.
"Oh, let me tell you, it turns out this friend of yours is coming, right?"
"What am I talking about? This person is really good at sneaking into the camp and clinging to me. He even chased me to the Rising Sun Tower!"
"However, Zuo Xiao is a reckless young man who has no other merits except brute force!"
"There's a real chance that I can fool you!"
"But today, I'm afraid your master will be humiliated."
Cao Changqing hugged his shoulders and sneered.
"Haha, really?"
"I don't think so."
Ling Tian shook his head, now that he had encountered it.
Then he won't ignore it.
He would never allow the sunglasses he made to fall into the hands of the people from Egret Academy.
"Not necessarily? Murong, your friend is really tough-talking!"
Cao Changqing raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect that Ling Tian would dare to speak so loudly?
"If you say I don't think so, I don't think so. Do you have any objections?"
Murong Zining said coldly.
"you!"
"Okay, we'll just wait and see!"
Cao Changqing was angry and blushed, so he stopped talking.
In the box, Zuo Xiao frowned and pondered, but apart from the fact that it was big and round, he really couldn't say anything else.
"That's all, my... let me think about it first, so you come first!"
Zuo Xiao was pretty smart and said.
"Okay, I won't bully you, I'll do whatever you say!"
Duanmulei walked with his hands behind his back, reached the window, walked seven steps, and then turned around gracefully.
"Yes!"
"Child of the Zuo family, please listen carefully!"
Duanmu Lei is wearing a white coat with long sleeves, looking chic and elegant.
He raised his hand and a poem came out loudly.
Traveling in the wind without anything to do, going up to a tall building at night.
When the clouds are gone, the moon is as clear as daylight, and the water is as cold as autumn.
As the voice fell, outside the Rising Sun Tower and above the Dongting Lake, the moonlight rippled, as if moonlight had gathered and fell on Duan Mulei in front of the window.
And around its body, there is also a cold air current surrounding it.
Controlled by Duan Mulei in his hands.
Immediately, the old student from Bailu Academy who was holding the guqin placed the guqin in front of him. Duanmulei projected the air flow over it, and a melancholy piano sound sounded.
In an instant, many people were moved.
At this time, Duan Mulei was standing in front of the window with his hands behind his hands.
Like a lonely peerless young man, all the women present clasped their hands and were in a state of intoxication.
Duanmulei possesses a Taoist body, although he is not the first among the freshmen of Bailu Academy this time.
But it is also ranked second.
He has great talent in martial arts, a wealthy family, handsome appearance, and now he is extremely talented.
Only those who can avoid being admired by others are possessed by ghosts.
"Good! What a poem!"
"Yes, this poem may seem simple, but it contains great truth!"
"Master Duanmu only used seven steps to compose a poem. With such talent, he is worthy of being a new student of Bailu Academy. It is really amazing."
After a while, the sound of the piano fell.
Only then did everyone start to make a noise.
But it was overwhelmingly filled with praise.
"Brother Lingtian, how are this guy's poems? I'm a rough man, so why do I feel that this poem is so bland and watery, and every bit as birdy as it is!"
Yuan Meng scratched his head.
Like all the freshmen at Longhu Academy, he frowned, obviously not seeing what was so good about this poem.
"It's really rubbish."
Ling Tian shook his head and made his evaluation in one step.
That's garbage.
He was just confused by Duan Mulei's appearance, and everyone present was also praising the bad feet of Egret Academy.
"Haha, it's really ridiculous. You, a mountain villager from Western Xinjiang, dare to comment on the second-ranked disciple among the freshmen of Egret College?" "Do you understand poetry?"
When Cao Changqing heard this, he really couldn't help it.
He secretly thought that Ling Tian wanted to flatter the Zuo family, but what he did was really disgusting.
Do you dare to say that the poems written by Duanmulei are garbage?
Doesn't he know that the Duanmu family is a famous and wealthy family in Nanhua City, and that there are many people in the family who are famous in Bailu College and in the Central Region?
Ling Tian glanced at Cao Changqing, "I'll give you a chance later, give it a try?" "Laughing, why, are you worthy of competing with me? The eighth level of Earth Immortal cultivation is pretty good, but I am the son of the City Lord's Mansion, between you and me
The gap between them is too big.”
Cao Changqing is still smiling.
"Haha, what do you want to compete with? Poetry?"
"Let me tell you, Mr. Cao's poems were once sent to Egret Academy, and the vice president was so impressed. If it weren't for the fact that he wanted to accompany me to Jinghong Academy to learn swordsmanship, I would have already become the top freshman of Egret Academy.
."
"There is no place where you can compare to Mr. Cao."
Susu also looked proud.
Ling Tiansheng is really beautiful.
But what annoyed her was that this Ling Tian never looked at her directly from the beginning.
Why, am I not as beautiful as Murong Zining?
Besides, what does it matter if Ling Tiansheng is good-looking? Without family background or foundation, he still has to rely on flattery to cling to the powerful?
"Haha, this girl is really smart about pigs."
Ling Tian still didn't look back at her.
"Tch, Mr. Cao is a pearl."
Susu raised his head.
Yuan Meng: "Pig? Brother Ling, are you talking about the kind with fur?"
"Heizi, smart!"
Ling Tian patted Yuan Meng's shoulder, and the two looked at each other and laughed.
Cao Changqing's face turned the color of pig liver with anger.
"Rong Yin, would you like Duan Mulei's poem?"
"Looking at it, it looks quite good."
The door to the private room of Naqitian College upstairs is open.
A female disciple from the academy asked.
In the box, the woman sitting in front of the window with a pen was still looking at the painting in front of her, but she had not started writing yet.
However, if someone looks carefully, they will find that the painting actually ripples with rays of light and spreads out along with the depiction of the woman.
The bright moon looked as lifelike as the one on Dongting Lake outside.
It turns out that the woman in blue integrated the formation into the painting, creating an illusion of the bright moon.
However, this level of achievement in formations is enough to amaze people.
When someone asked, the woman in blue sat still and didn't look back.