Pretending To Be a Holy Place, I Was Signed For a Thousand Years

  Chapter 95: No. 1 through the ages, the most romantic

  While he was thinking about it, the girl Caiwei on the boat suddenly lightly lifted her red lips and said, "This handsome Taoist priest's poems are really unique!"

  Bai Yao secretly rejoiced that she was a reliable teacher.

  The girl Caiwei rolled her eyes, fell behind, and said with a smile: "I just don't know, the Taoist priest in the back has better poems, and the slave family is very curious!"

   She pinched the corners of her clothes and made the gesture of a little girl.

How tight    is unknown.

  Everyone couldn't help it immediately: "Miss Caiwei, don't be deceived by his handsome appearance! A savage person can have any poetic talent, but it's just nonsense!"

   "What this brother said is that my Changli Academy is in Nanling City, but I have never met an opponent! Who can beat Brother Qin and Brother Tang, this is impossible!"

   "Hahaha! If he does, I, Huang, can bet that he will drink up the water in this Spring Tide Lake!"

  “…”

   Qingquan is not happy anymore. Even though my brother is not so knowledgeable and talented, he is only king in Zhuoguang Mountain, but he is also my Qingquan's brother, and I can't tolerate you outsiders laughing at him.

   The only person in the world who can slander senior brothers is Qingquan!

   "Hey, what do you know! My brother's talent is unfathomable, just take out some and you can't hold your head up! Whoever wants to bet just now, take a step forward!"

   He said angrily to the surroundings.

   Immediately, a group of people stepped forward, squeezed in front of the painting boats, and shouted: "This young master is betting!" "I bet too!" "Tell me, what are you betting on!?"

   Zhang Ming is a little speechless, Junior Brother, are you really helping me?

   Girl Caiwei smiled and said, "The slave family also wants to take a gamble. If this Taoist priest can really overwhelm the audience with poetry, the slave family would rather only ask for happiness tonight, not money!"

   As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.

   You must know that even if they can win, the one-night favor of the oiran is not something ordinary people can afford.

  There are so many people around, in fact, most of them are joining in the fun. It is a fluke that is looked down upon by the girl Caiwei. After all, there are only a few people who can really push the flowers and make the jade.

   But now, Miss Caiwei doesn't even want money!

   "Wu that Daoist, since Miss Caiwei dares to ask, if you don't dare to be hard, you will be ridiculed by the world!"

   They directly hated their teeth, and the literati were disrespectful, especially before the beauty. If this wild Taoist would make fun of the audience later, he would definitely add fuel to it and let his name sweep Tangling.

   Qingquan blushed, not to be outdone, and said, "Betting, betting, if my senior brother loses, Ping Dao... Ping Dao Yixiu is willing to be awarded the No. 1 lewd Taoist in Dongling County!"

   Bai Yao asked in a low voice, "Master..."

   But before she could finish speaking, Qingquan glared at her and interrupted her train of thought. How could she be dismantled!

  Zhang Ming also glared at him, good you Qingquan, if Zhanhong comes back, he will definitely fight for you.

   "After a break, Daoist Master, it's settled!"

   "Haha, I'll teach you today, what is the price of visiting Yanliudi as an outsider!"

   "The No. 1 Daoist of Obscene Words in the World! Good guy, since the Taoist priest dares to gamble after a break, I'll wait for it and put some money on it! I'm not a talented student, so I'd like to bet five taels of silver!"

   "Twelve taels!"

   "Twenty-two!"

   "One hundred taels!"

  “…”

   Anyway, it was a steady profit and no loss, and everyone was screaming.

   Zhang Ming's eyes lit up slightly: "Yiyao, you go and do the registration, don't let these guys run away!"

   said, he came out more and more.

   "Pin Dao and the others were originally just passing by, but since you are forcing it, then Pin Dao is reluctant."

   He glanced around, and there was a faint golden luster in his eyes, which made everyone feel awe.

   However, when Zhang Ming looked at the three women on the boat, his eyes narrowed, and the boat turned out to be three groups of black.

   This is a small ability he signed a few days ago, called [Kanxu] [Delusional]. Although it is not as good as the eyes of the sky, the eyes of the gods, etc., it also has the ability to see through the illusion and disguise.

   "No wonder I have to be targeted, not because I look good, but because you guys are weird!"

   Zhang Ming took a closer look and found that the magical energy in their bodies was very familiar, it should be undoubtedly the Hehuan Sect.

   "Hehe, since you have no good intentions, then don't blame the poor man for the plan, not the son of a man!"

   He thought to himself, and said with a loud laugh, "However, there are two poems by Pindao, one positive and one odd, both of which have the talent to overwhelm the audience. I don't know which one you want to listen to?"

   Everyone was stunned for a moment, and immediately shouted: "Arrogant! You still take out two songs, are you embarrassing them together?" "I mean, take them out if you have the ability!"

  Miss Caiwei had a strange look in her eyes and said with a smile: "This Taoist priest, the land of fireworks is naturally amazing!"

  Yuheng and Xueling also stopped playing the piano.

  The crowd gradually quieted down, and their eyes fell to the light blue figure standing quietly at the bow of the boat.

   "Since the girl Caiwei invited me, Pindao will present a poem in the name of the girl, please listen carefully!"

   Zhang Ming met his gaze, smiled lightly, and said, "Crying a branch of red, life is different from death."

   This first sentence seems to be very common, it tells the meaning of falling flowers, and the difference between life and death. The crowd looked disdainful.

   "Golden coin falls on the grass, fragrant embroidery is full of spring breeze."

The second sentence of    has some charm, but the style of painting has changed in a blink of an eye, as if entering Chunxiang Garden from the place of falling flowers.

   "The place where I heard the flute in the old days is high in the crescent moon."

The third sentence of    has changed again. It seems to be writing about the old **** in Chunxiang Garden, but...

   Qin Hao and other elegant scholars slightly changed their color.

   This poem cannot be scrutinized!

   At this moment, Zhang Ming whispered softly and said the finishing touch: "Pear Flower Night Lane, the poor and the Wei Palace."

This……

   Prepared countless belly drafts, and planned to spray it as soon as possible, so that everyone who was named sweeping Dongling County was stunned!

  What kind of flowers do pear flowers get in the night?

   Caiwei went deep into which palace?

   For a while, these talented scholars were speechless.

   Now, when I think back to the "cry and make a red branch", who is crying among the flowers and who leaves a red branch?

   It’s really impossible to taste it carefully, it’s terrifying to taste it!

   "No... as expected of a strange poem!"

   "These poems are really wonderful, and they can be called the most **** poetry in the ages, and the most romantic in the world!"

   "It's ridiculous that I have to linger in Chunxiang Garden every day, and I call myself a gentleman. When I look at it today, I can only see the sky from the bottom of the well! It's better to go back to the academy, and it's fine!"

   Miss Caiwei was also stunned, but instead of blushing, her face turned blue and white, before sighing for a long time: "The Dao grows up, it's Caiwei who lost!"

  The talented Qin Hao and Tang Yuanyuan crushed all the words of contempt in their stomachs, looked at each other, bowed to Zhang Ming, and said, "Extremely romantic, I can't wait."

   Even Nanling Shuangjie was ashamed of himself.

   The number one **** word in the ages, the most romantic word!

   Zhang Ming is actually a little confused, he just randomly changed a poem that was relatively unpopular in his previous life.

   Could it be that...is the way I opened it wrong?

   Miss Caiwei, who had been thinking about it for a long time, saluted and asked softly, "May I ask what is the name of the elder?"

   Everyone looked at each other, yes, I still don’t know what the Taoist who wrote the first **** poetry of the ages is called?

   Zhang Ming felt bad, and he couldn't help but bowed to the surrounding and said, "Thank you for your love, poor road and clear spring!"

   (end of this chapter)