I really don't want to eat with my face

Chapter 50 Who Writes Poems Here【New book for collection】

Standing behind them, Liang Chuan could hear them clearly.

To be honest, he was really surprised.

Before coming here, Liang Chuan had done all the calculations, and Liang Chuan never expected such a result.

Can this sort of thing count?

"You two, what is going on?

If it was my junior brother who made the mistake first, I will definitely not underpay the compensation that should be paid. "

Liang Chuan spoke uprightly, with a firm tone.

Seeing Liang Chuan's questioning, Wang Cheng sighed and spoke.

"Since Fellow Daoist is so sincere, then I will tell the truth.

I believe fellow daoists also know that our strongest sect in the ages has a very bad reputation.

But this time it's really not bad for us, it was your junior brother who made the first move.

We were eating in the inn that day, but your junior brother took the initiative to strike up a conversation with our senior sister, saying that he fell in love with our senior sister at first sight, and that she would not marry him in this life.

He also insisted that our senior sister showed mercy to him with three smiles and couldn't drive him away. She even made an unreasonable move and touched our senior sister's hand.

To be honest, Eldest Sister is the adopted daughter of our Suzerain, and I am a childhood sweetheart, a natural match, I was out of breath and argued with him, but he cursed, and the curse was particularly ugly.

So we beat your junior brother up and took him back.

I planned to ask for some compensation, but I didn't expect you, fellow daoist, to be so sensible. I think this matter should be left as it is. "

Wang Cheng explained.

Liang Chuan finally understood.

This is actually nothing at all.

But the fault did lie with Cheng Yi.

"Fellow Daoist, wait here for a while, I'll go and bring him here."

Lu Ren said, turned and left.

After a while, Chengyi appeared.

It's just that he was limping when he walked, his right eye was black and blue, and he was shot.

After seeing Liang Chuan, he was stunned for a moment, and then rushed forward with snot and tears.

"Brother, am I right? Is it really you? You finally came to save me!

I thought I would never see you again in my lifetime.

You know, the people here are not doing any human affairs at all, and they don't make people full for three meals a day. "

Cheng Yi said so.

Hearing what he said, Wang Cheng hurriedly complained and clarified.

"Fellow Daoist, don't listen to your junior brother wronging others, we have not treated him badly during the two days you have been here, but he always makes some unreasonable demands.

He doesn't eat this or that, just being picky eaters doesn't matter, and he has to clamor to be with our senior sister when eating, so he can't satisfy him. "

Liang Chuan was speechless.

Frankly speaking, he really wanted to pretend he didn't know Cheng Yitiao, but it was too late.

"These 1000 million spirit stones are my wish, please accept them."

Liang Chuan pushed the storage ring over again, but Cheng Yi snatched it back.

"Brother, don't listen to them fooling you, I didn't insult their senior sister at all."

"You're talking nonsense!"

Wang Cheng retorted.

"You're kidding, it's clear that you are jealous that I captured your senior sister's heart!"

Cheng Yi said seriously, regardless of whether there was anyone, he suddenly yelled.

"Li Caixia, can you hear me?

I know you are in the sect, you smiled at me three times that day, and I found that I have fallen in love with you deeply.

I wrote a poem for you, come out and I will read it to you. "

The voice was heard far away, but no one answered, and the senior sister named Li Caixia did not show up either.

Wang Cheng sneered: "Don't be shameless, it's just you? Can you write poetry?"

Cheng Yi snorted coldly: "You don't believe it, do you? Then I'll read it out for you to listen to."

After talking about it, Liang Chuan's curiosity was aroused.

Even he can't compose poems, but Cheng Yiyi could.

Liang Chuan also wanted to hear what kind of poems this guy could make.

"I wrote a Tibetan acrostic poem. The first word at the beginning of each poem is 'Li Caixia, I love you'. You have to listen carefully, I'm about to start."

Under everyone's gaze, Cheng Yiyi cleared his throat and said in a serious manner:

"(Li) Uncle Li!

(Colour) Step on my foot!

(Xia) Blind!

(I) What about you!

(Love) Hey!

(You) Did you hear that? "

When the voice fell, everyone fell silent.

Liang Chuan didn't know what to say.

Can this damn meow be called poetry?

Sure enough, you can't have too high expectations for Chengyi.

It happened that Cheng Yi didn't know it, and put on a smug look.

Among other things, his self-confidence is really beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"How? Am I very literary?"

But at this time, an old voice sounded, mixed with less than spiritual power.

"Good poetry, good poetry!

This poem is fluent, easy to understand, full of love between the lines.

Who wrote the poem here?

My suzerain loves to write poems the most, and I can't help but want to discuss with you. "

Liang Chuan was stunned!

This is also applauded?

The next moment, the voice sounded again.

"(Old) old man!

(Sub) Be careful walking by yourself!

(Day) wrestling every day!

No one will help you next time!

(No.) How many times has this happened!

([-]) Don’t worry about it at all! "

After the poet finished reading every word, everyone except Liang Chuan applauded.

"it is good!"

"This poem is really well written, and it reveals domineering everywhere"

Cheng Yiyi was full of praise, and there was a wave of business bragging.

Liang Chuan was dumbfounded.

Does this work too?

Forcibly blow?

Obviously a three-year-old can do it, okay?

Liang Chuan really didn't know what they were thinking.

At the same time, accompanied by laughter, a figure descended from the sky and landed among the crowd.

It was an old man with white hair and a childlike face, standing with his hands behind his back.

"I have seen the Sect Master!"

Wang Cheng and Lu Ren spoke together.

Liang Chuan was surprised.

The one who wrote the poem just now turned out to be the most powerful suzerain in the ages, Cai Shangtian.

It has to be said that his name is absolutely perfect.

Cai Shangtian ignored his disciples, turned his head, and looked at Liang Chuan and the others.

After seeing Liang Chuan, he couldn't help being stunned for a second.

There's no way, Liang Chuan is too handsome.

Women will get wet when they see it, and men will feel inferior when they see it.

But soon, Cai Shangtian came back to his senses.

"I don't know who wrote the first Tibetan acrostic just now?"

Cai Shangtian seemed very enthusiastic, and he finally met like-minded friends, and he couldn't wait to make friends.

"I'm not talented, I wrote that poem."

Cheng Yi took a step forward, patted his chest, very excited.

"It's you?" For some reason, the enthusiasm on Cai Shangtian's face suddenly disappeared, and then he frowned.

"impossible!

This sentence is impossible!

You are so ugly, how could you write such a poetic poem, you are lying. "

Cai Shangtian had a look of disbelief.

"I'm not lying, I really wrote that poem!"

Cheng Yitiao tried to explain, but Cai Shangtian didn't believe his words at all, and turned his attention to Liang Chuan.

"You are so handsome, and you look very literary at first sight. I guess you must have composed that acrostic poem?"

(End of this chapter)