My WeChat Lian Yaojie

Chapter 1002
"you sure?"

The woman's eyes became more and more indifferent.

There is a stance of making a move when there is a disagreement.

The other two male monks were also moving slowly, slowly surrounding Ye Fan.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Ye Fan asked in a low voice.

"Groot, can you beat them?"

"Hehe, it's just Xiao Xiao's generation. If my body is there, I can slap all of them away with a slap."

Groot's eyes were full of contempt.

But the conversation changed.

"Not now, I can't beat any of them."

"Damn, I can't beat you pretending to be a B, it's really convincing."

Ye Fan rolled his eyes, ready to delay some time, so that he had time to take out the Void Escape Talisman from the treasure chest.

"What are you going to do? You can't use force on me, a gentleman doesn't do anything."

"How can my generation of literati and poets be forcibly arrested by you?"

"Literati and poets?"

The woman made a stop motion.

The level of education in the demon world is generally low.

Humans do the same.

So everyone still respects the literati very much.

If he is really a literati poet, the possibility of being a murderer is even more ruled out.

"That's right, I knew a thousand characters at the age of three, memorized Tang poems at the age of five, read the Four Books and Five Classics by heart at the age of seven, mastered poetry and songs at the age of eight, crushed boulders in my chest at the age of nine, and recited poetry at the age of 20. It can be called a talent. Shaking the past and the present."

"The people of the rivers and lakes give nicknames, draw a knife to cut off the water and make it flow again, raise a glass to relieve sorrow and sorrow, Ye Taimei, the king of poetry, is piercing the heart of the king of kings."

"hiss!"

The three took a deep breath.

I was overwhelmed by Ye Fan's self-introduction.

They don't understand some words.

They have never heard of the Four Books and Five Classics, Tang poetry.

But it sounds very high-end.

The woman frowned, with countless questions in her mind.

There are too many loopholes in Ye Fan's words.

Immediately, she opened a small cherry mouth.

"A literati, right? Excuse me, you were able to crush boulders in your chest at the age of nine, and you didn't compose poems until you were 20. What did you do in those ten years of middle age? Why didn't you introduce it?"

Ye Fan put one hand behind his back, raised his chin slightly, and looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle.

Show off your appearance perfectly, and there is such a trace of loneliness.

"I'm not a cultivator. I'm a mortal body. When I was nine years old, a big stone was crushed on my chest. It's a great fortune not to die."

"Don't you still expect me not to be injured? Of course I am recuperating."

Three people: "..."

I go.

What the hell are you talking about being so tall?

There was a trace of anger in the woman's eyebrows and eyes.

"Then why do you have two titles? Ye Taimei and Duochuanchang?"

"Hehe, since ancient times, there has never been anyone as versatile as me. I have reached the pinnacle of reciting poems and composing poems. Naturally, I have won two titles in two aspects."

In terms of bragging, Ye Fan has never convinced anyone.

Basically, it's fluent in answering.

Talking is nonsense.

The key woman believed it.

She asked again: "Then why are you called Ye Taimei?"

The corner of Ye Fan's mouth twitched, his eyes were full of contempt.

He even extracted a white paper fan from the treasure chest, which looked very personable.

Of course, the Void Escape Talisman was also pinched in his hand.

This made him feel more at ease.

Can run anytime.

Hmph, I'll just mess with you for a while.

"Haven't you heard a song?"

"Oh? What song? Are you proficient in rhythm?"

"Of course, I am omnipotent!"

Ye Fan cleared his throat: "Ye Taimei, no matter how dangerous it is, there will always be people who stay up all night with dark eyes; Ai Taimei, no matter how dangerous it is, I would like to pay for all the tears that have exceeded my budget for thousands of years..."

The trio heard a pop song for the first time.

That expression was extremely weird.

It was as if I had seen the strangest thing in the world.

But don't say it yet.

This song is catchy, and it's really catchy.

Ye Fan sang it once.

Women can hum.

"Huh, what a narcissistic song! The first line is your name, and the second line is so beautiful. Does that mean I love you? I really don't feel ashamed."

Ye Fan shook the paper fan.

"What do you know? This is other people's admiration for me. How can you, a person who doesn't understand poetry and songs, understand?"

"Then why did you ask you to have your intestines pierced again?"

"I'm not talented. When I'm antithetical to couplets, I often make other people vomit blood. I vomit dozens of taels, so I got such a cruel nickname."

"hiss!"

Everyone was shocked again.

Are the literati and poets having so much fun?

Can you vomit blood for couplets?

What Ye Fan said was hype.

But for a few people, apart from being a little shocked, they didn't feel much.

Instead, I think he is bragging.

"Why do you make me believe you?"

Ye Fan smiled slightly: "That's too simple, I can instantly make a poem with various things as the topic."

"Then make a song and let's listen."

"it is good."

Ye Fan agreed, showing a sunny smile, and looked at the woman: "What's your name, please?"

"Why? My name is Wan Shuyi."

"Hehe, listen up."

Ye Fan took a step forward and opened his mouth.

"Wan Rui was born like this,

Shujing is harmonious and fragrant.

Lanzhou boats pass by Yifeng Bridge,
I try and listen to the rhyme.

Love you and cultivate bamboo as your lord,
You know I'm crazy. "

"How is it? Not bad, right?"

The three shook their heads.

"This poem doesn't seem to be very good. It doesn't rhyme in some places."

"Yes, the writing is full of charm, but I always feel that it is accumulated in gorgeous language and lacks connotation."

"The meaning of the key stories doesn't seem to be so smooth, a little anxious, as if there are some stories missing in the middle."

Several people commented one after another.

But Ye Fan was even more disdainful.

"Are you really stupid? Or are you ignorant?"

"This poem of mine is a Tibetan acrostic poem. Please revisit it again and form a sentence with the first word of each poem."

Wan Shuyi was the first to react.

This……

Isn't it Wan Shuyi, don't I love you?

Can you still play like this?
Yeah.

so shy.

How could he be such a disciple.

He actually confessed his love to me in front of so many people.

How can I meet people in the future.

Now, the three of them stopped talking.

There is only endless silence.

It's been a long time.

A man behind Wan Shuyi had a livid face and said coldly: "Are you playing a hooligan? Don't think that you can do whatever you want with a little culture."

Ye Fan spread his hands: "I'm just proving that I'm not the murderer, do you believe it now?"

"I don't believe it, you hurry back and investigate with us."

"Fuck your sister."

Ye Fan cursed as soon as he opened his mouth, he could see it.

This kid just likes Wan Shuyi, and seeing that he is talented in poetry, he is now jealous.

A little bit of temper is all vented on myself.

"Do you really treat yourself as a dish? I'm used to you. You have bad habits."

"Also, just like you, you will never be able to catch up with Wan Shuyi in your life. With such a small mind, what big things can you accomplish?"

(End of this chapter)