I was forced to control the world of cultivating immortals

Ye Nan suddenly said at this time: "My lord, I'm sorry to say it bluntly, I'm not full."

Swish! ! !
Everyone turned to look at Ye Nan.

Great, finally someone willing to show up!

heard.

Sikong Zhen's face froze.

But the next moment, he calmed down his emotions very well, and said, "You have eaten so many king crabs, are you still not full?"

Ye Nan nodded eagerly: "My lord, it's not that I don't have eyesight, it's because I ate so much this time that I still want to eat after eating, but I can't eat enough."

Shangguan Wan'er also said: "That's right, my lord, to be honest, I'm not full, and everyone here shouldn't be full either, right?"

As she said that, she turned her head to look at a Tianjiao, and asked, "Master, are you full?"

Tianjiao blushed, lowered his head and stammered, "No, I'm not full."

In the eyes of this arrogant person.

Now that Shangguan Wan'er has taken the lead, let's go along with the flow. It's a pleasure to eat him today, isn't it uncomfortable?
Anyway, Sikong Zhen wouldn't be angry with Shangguan Wan'er, he just followed behind to enjoy the blessing.

Hearing this Tianjiao say that he is not full either.

Sikong Zhen suddenly felt as if his face had been roasted by charcoal, burning hot.

but.

Since it was Shangguan Wan'er who took the lead, he was not angry.

Ye Nan asked again at this time: "Lord Sikong, are you full?"

what?
Sikong Zhen was taken aback.

With a bang, everyone present felt their hearts skip a beat.

How dare you ask Mr. State Shepherd, are you desperate?
"Hahaha, actually I'm not full either." Sikong Zhen said with a smile, "I was just joking with everyone just now."

Do you have such a joke?

Ye Nan rolled his eyes.

The other Tianjiao also secretly rolled their eyes.

"Come on, let's serve wine."

Sikong Zhen gave an order, and a maid immediately brought a jar of fine wine.

After uncovering the dusty lid of the fine wine, a strong aroma of wine immediately spread throughout the cabin.

"Monkey wine?"

For a moment, all the Tianjiao present were overjoyed.

This is official wine, if you drink it in one sip, the spiritual power in your body will be replenished immediately.

More importantly, it can also increase the luck of heaven and earth.

Soon, the maid poured a glass of monkey wine for everyone present and distributed it.

"Brother Ye, I don't know how to drink, so you drank my share?"

Shangguan Wan'er took her share and gave it to Ye Nan.

The voice fell.

Everyone present shook their heads and sighed deeply.

This dude is really lucky, with such beautiful women around him, who are devoted to his sake, why should he?
Is it just because of good looks?

Many people think so in their hearts, but they still behave politely.

"Yes, give it to me."

Ye Nan did not refuse Shangguan Wan'er's enthusiasm.

It's normal for a woman not to drink.

In a blink of an eye, three rounds of wine passed.

At a certain moment, Sikong Zhen became very excited and said: "Everyone, the time for you to make contributions is coming soon. In this situation, I want to recite a poem, how about it?"

You Tianjiao murmured in his heart, my lord, can you still recite poems?

Ye Nan nodded and said with a smile, "I don't know what poem my lord wants to recite?"

Sikong Zhen took a sip of his wine and said, "To tell you the truth, I was born in the army, and relying on force, I got to the position of State Shepherd step by step."

"Staying in this position for a long time, and under the influence of the day, it is inevitable that some ink will appear in the stomach."

"However, due to the lack of background, the poems I recite are difficult to be elegant. I will recite a little later, so please don't laugh at me."

The arena was silent.

Everyone is embarrassed.

You are born in the army, you are obviously a big boss, you can't recite poems like those literati.

But it's pretty big?

Let us go along with you?
Everyone felt a pang of grief.

Alas, the most uncomfortable thing is not listening to you reciting poems, but pretending that you recite well to go along with you.

So fucking tired.

Ye Nan's heart moved, and he said: "My lord, we won't laugh at you, you can sing a little and let us listen."

The others nodded in agreement.

Sikong Zhen was overjoyed, and then stared at the chicken soup on the table for a moment, as if in deep thought.

After a while, he flicked his sleeves and said loudly: "There is a plate of meat on the table, paired with a glass of wine, it tastes very good, and it smells delicious!"

"puff!"

Everyone let out a sigh of relief and almost couldn't control their laughter.

My lord, can this also be called poetry reciting?

You might as well just blow it out, how about it?
Ye Nan couldn't help but slapped his thigh, pretending to be flushed and said flatteringly: "My lord, listening to Jun's words will subvert the outlook on life. Only one shit can express my current mood."

The voice fell.

The scene changed in an instant.

All Tianjiao's faces were bright and dark, worried about Ye Nan.

You are praising on the surface, but in fact it is mocking.

but.

This sarcasm is really level, one word, awesome.

After hearing Ye Nan's words, Sikong Zhen was somewhat displeased.

However, this did not affect his affirmation of his talent, and said: "Young Master Ye is too much for the award. I just made it more realistic and belonged to a realistic style, which is different from those illusory poems."

Immediately, Tianjiao answered the words and flattered the horse: "Yes, my lord, this poem of yours seems simple, but it is actually full of philosophy of life. It is meat first, and then wine. It shows people a wild picture of galloping horses and singing. The best of pies."

The other Tianjiao also flattered: "That's right, my lord. Once your poem was born, it made people feel a soul-stirring feeling that went straight to the bottom of my heart."

"Especially the three characters 'Xiangxiangxiang' at the end of the poem, which is unique and novel, and vividly sums up the mood of galloping horses and singing wildly, which is endlessly memorable. Wonderful! Wonderful!"

Another Tianjiao said with a smile: "What you said is very true. In my opinion, this poem looks realistic, but in fact the mood is quiet, but it is still heroic and magnificent. It reflects the deep and unrestrained feelings in Sir Sikong's chest."

"However, this kind of feeling is hidden between the lines and is not clearly expressed, which makes the artistic conception more vague and far away...just like the melodious sound of the piano, it makes people feel refreshed and astonished."

"..."

"I want to write down this poem, frame it, and post it on the wall when I get home, review it every day, and learn from Master Sikong's artistic conception."

"Well said, I want to do the same, and then pass it on as a family heirloom to future generations."

Everyone said something to each other, and the words were full of affirmation of Sikong Zhen's poetry writing ability.

Hearing these words from everyone present, Sikong Zhen smiled faintly.

Isn't it just a bad doggerel, why are you flattering horses like this?

But...it's so cool for me to take pictures of you!
then.

He said: "Okay, everyone calm down, we will be in the Yin-Yang Holy Land soon, we will meet again when you come back from your studies."

The crowd nodded yes.