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Just when Liu Fuyun was immersed in his thoughts.

A loud voice came, and he jumped up from the couch in fright.

"Stinky boy, you are lazy, I really don't understand how you have cultivated until now."

Liu Fuyun caressed her chest, looked at Sang Zizai who came back from outside, and said angrily.

"Old man, can't you keep your voice down? It scares me to death. I don't know how scary people are, scaring people to death?"

Sang Zizai laughed out loud.

"You brat, you're so timid. You can't achieve great things at first glance. If a man lives in the world, he should eat meat like a big piece and drink in a big bowl. Wouldn't it be pleasant."

"That didn't say, let you speak loudly and scare people."

Hearing Liu Fuyun's murmur, Sang Zizai rolled his eyes and shouted.

"Boy, what are you talking about? Are you too busy to panic, get up and practice."

Seeing that it was almost dusk, Liu Fuyun was too lazy to move, so she hastily opened her mouth to change the subject.

"Master, I asked you to ask about Jianzhong, how is it going?"

"I've already asked."

Sang Zizai was successfully distracted and responded.

Liu Fuyun told Sang Zizai about the Sword Tomb since he came to Zheri Palace.

After all, the sword left by the old man Youquan is of great benefit to the cultivation of "Youquan Divine Art".

In any case, he must get it.

So, on the second day of apprenticeship, he told Sang Zizai about this request.

For his apprentice, Sang Zizai still prefers it.

"I have already told the above, but unexpectedly this year, there are a lot of people signing up for the Sword Tomb."

Hearing this, Liu Fuyun frowned.

"Master, I have agreed with Senior Saber Maniac that I must enter the Sword Tomb, which is also the condition for me to enter."

"I know."

Sang Zizi rubbed his eyebrows.

"I have already told the suzerain about this situation, but..."

Seeing his appearance, the smile on Liu Fuyun's face no longer returned to a stern face.

In any case, he had to go to Jianzhong.

"Master, the trip to Jianzhong is very important to me, and I still hope to do my best for me."

Sang Zizai scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed for a moment.

Looking at Liu Fuyun in front of him, he didn't know what to say.

The apprentice in front of him has always been smiling since he started, and he has never asked for anything.

This is the first time that the other party is so serious, talking to himself.

"Okay, don't worry, no one can take away my disciple's belongings, Sang Zizai."

"But you have to know that even if your quota is finalized, according to the rules of the Sun Palace, someone will challenge you in the end. If your cultivation level is not enough, you may still be replaced by others."

Hearing what he said, a flash of determination flashed across Liu Fuyun's face.

"Don't worry, Master, no one can take my spot away."

Speaking of Liu Fuyun's body, a strong self-confidence rose up, soaring straight into the sky.

Seeing his high-spirited appearance, Sang Zizai also felt very proud.

"Good boy, since that's the case, then your spot will definitely be kept."

The master and apprentice looked at each other and smiled, both felt that the other was very angry.

Suddenly, Sang Zizai slapped his forehead and asked.

"By the way, I don't know how talented you are?"

"Literature?"

Liu Fuyun was very puzzled.

"What does this have to do with literary talent?"

Sang Zizai patiently explained.

"Our suzerain, who used to be a Juren, loves poetry and songs very much."

"Every time a battle is selected, some disciples with literary talent will be selected. If you are good at poetry, you may get more opportunities."

Hearing what he said, Liu Fuyun suddenly realized and muttered to himself.

"Bonus points, I understand."

Sang Zizai nodded: "You are right, but I don't think you look like a learned boy."

"Old man, don't look down on people anymore. You must know that in the young master's hometown, there is no one who doesn't know that I, Liu Fuyun, don't study for a day, and I feel uncomfortable all over."

Sang Zizai naturally didn't believe Liu Fuyun's words.

However, he didn't lie either, the reputation of a nerd in his predecessor can be said to resound throughout Yunchong City.

But the current Liu Fuyun is a traverser who has 5000 years of splendid civilization in one body.

poetry?That's not just opening your mouth.

Liu Fuyun pondered for a while, and opened his mouth slowly.

The content of the poem really surprised Sang Zizai.

"Baiyujing in the sky, twelve floors and five cities; Immortals caress my top, and my hair is tied to receive longevity."

After the words fell, Sang Zizai muttered to himself, thinking about it non-stop.

Four simple sentences, but it seems to open a picture scroll and be in it.

Those immortals are by my side.

Liu Fuyun smiled triumphantly, secretly delighted in her heart.

"How about it, take it. This is the masterpiece of Li Taibai, a poetic fairy. There is no such romantic literary talent in this world."

"You wrote this?"

After a while, Sang Zizai looked up at Liu Fuyun in surprise.

Liu Fuyun showed an inscrutable smile on his face, he didn't say a word, neither denied nor admitted.

At this moment, Sang Zizai was completely shocked by his apprentice.

He never thought that this apprentice of his would be so incomprehensible, completely beyond his cognition.

Liu Fuyun is like an unknown creature, whenever you feel you know him well.

He will show another side of him again, and each side is not weak.

Martial arts talent, cultivation of comprehension, and now they are so talented and knowledgeable, it is really surprising.

The yard became quiet again for a while.

After a long time, Sang Zizai murmured.

"You boy, you are indeed very talented."

"Haha, fur, it's all fur. It's all because I'm too good."

Looking at Liu Fuyun's smug smile, Sang Zi twitched at the corner of his mouth.

My heart said that this kid really doesn't know what it means to be humble.

Seeing that Liu Fuyun was getting more and more swollen, he finally couldn't help but speak out against him.

"You kid, you are a blind cat and a dead mouse, and you get carried away with a little praise. Do you know what humility is? What is guarding against arrogance and impetuosity?"

"Haha, old man, you are not jealous of my literary talents, are you?"

Sang Zizai raised his beard at Liu Fuyun's words, stood up abruptly, flicked his sleeves, and said.

"Hmph, I am dignified and the elders of the Sun Palace will be jealous of you. Young people don't know the heights of heaven and earth."

"How about it, can my literary talent catch the eyes of the suzerain?"

Liu Fuyun asked with a smile.

The old man nodded without any hesitation.

"Your literary talent, I am afraid that no one in the whole clan can compare with it. This old man really underestimates you."

While speaking, Sang Zi's brows were in high spirits.

Thinking of his apprentice, before the selection began, he overwhelmed the audience with his poems, which really gave him face.

See who dares to speak of him in the future, rude and violent.

The apprentices taught by Lao Tzu are talented in literature and are number one in the whole sect.

At this moment, Sang Zizai seemed to see everyone's shocked and admiring eyes, and couldn't help laughing out loud.