Data Storm of Martial Arts

The person surnamed Fang was shocked just now, in fact, we are not without cards! ——Didn't Shen Ningshuang make a move yet?

Shen Ningshuang is the number one talented woman in Suzhou Wulin, she must be a professional in writing poems and lyrics!

Shen Ningshuang was somewhat lacking in interest: Even if Fang Yuan was compared, at most it would only make him less dazzling, but not really hit him, what's the point?

However, under the kind invitation of others, she still walked in front of Fang Yuan and Qi Yi's poems.

First glanced at Qi Yi's works, then shook his head: It's still so nonsense!

Some people thought she was looking at Fang Yuan's, they were almost overjoyed when they saw this.

Did you see it, Shen Dacai shook her head!What does this mean?It shows that Fang Yuan's level is just that, he can't get into her eyes, and he is not qualified to make her nod!

Some people shouted: "Shen Da talented woman also come to a poem! Let the surname Fang see what is called a real poem!"

Shi Bugai also smiled and said: "Everyone is kind, Ningshuang, don't spoil everyone's interest!"

Shen Ningshuang gave him a blank look: "Don't call me by my boudoir name? I don't know you that well!"

Shi Bugai: "..."

Shen Hao said: "Sister, it's up to you."

Shen Ningshuang nodded, and looked at Fang Yuan's poems.

Chapter 91 Self-defeating

The first thing that surprised Shen Ningshuang was the handwriting.

This is Wang Xizhi's running script, which is known as the most difficult to learn. Many people spend their whole lives trying to figure it out and copy it, but they can only learn three or four points.

And Fang Yuan, has reached the level of divine resemblance!

What a beautiful word!Shen Ningshuang admired in her heart.

If you can't fault the handwriting, let's look at the content of the poem!

Shen Ningshuang recited softly.

At first she was not interested, but the more she read, the brighter her eyes became.Gradually, only this poem remained in her eyes, and she could not see anything else at all.

No one understands her love for poetry. Since she was eight years old, she has recited more than a hundred famous works every day, and she has not missed a day so far!

In her eyes, martial arts are just a means of self-protection, and poetry is a great goal worth pursuing in a lifetime!

There are many people pursuing her in the martial arts world, but she doesn't like any of them. Those people are tirelessly practicing martial arts, not dancing.

No one can talk to her.

Many times, she has a deep sense of loneliness.It was as if he was an outlier in the martial arts world.

But the moment she saw this poem, she was no longer alone. ——she has found a comrade.

What she likes is the artistic conception and charm of the poem. As for the rhythm, it is not in her consideration at all.

——What kind of poems do you write if you don't even know the meter?Go write a jingle!

But, why did that bastard write this?

I have studied hard for so many years, but I am not even [-]% of that bastard!

A deep sense of frustration gripped her heart.

A line of clear tears flowed down slowly, across her white face like jade, and slid into the dust.

The others looked at each other in blank amazement.

what happened?Didn't Shen Dacai want to write poems to suppress Fang Yuan, why are you crying?

Tie Chengyang quietly asked Shen Hao: "What's wrong with your sister?"

Shen Hao hesitated and said: "Maybe it's brewing emotions..."

"Oh!" Tie Chengyang nodded his head half-understood, thinking to himself: It turns out that writing a poem requires brewing emotions, and the one surnamed Fang just now didn't seem to be brewing much?

Shi Buchang said: "Miss Shen, the pen and ink are ready, please!"

Shen Ningshuang shook her head: "I can't write."

What?Everyone was shocked: What do you mean you can't write?Are you out of shape today?

Shen Hao said anxiously: "Don't! Sister, let's..."

Shen Ningshuang interrupted: "Don't ask me to write such a poem, I can't even imitate it!"

Gazing deeply at Fang Yuan, he walked into the distance with a melancholy face.

Seeing Shen Ningshuang sighed, the others could only sigh and leave, putting this matter aside for the time being.

Afterwards, everyone started other programs, and no one dared to provoke Fang Yuan again.

However, one person did not give up.

Wei Rong has been thinking hard, how to make Fang Yuan ashamed.

Shen Ningshuang is the goddess in his heart, but she shed tears of love for Fang Yuan's poems, which deeply hurt him.

He not only hated Fang Yuan, but also hated Shen Ningshuang: How could he be moved so easily?

Suddenly, he thought of a good idea, although it can't be said how embarrassing Fang Yuan is, but at least it can reduce his impression points in the hearts of many beauties.

He found a person, and after some research, the two acted according to plan.

"These programs are too clichéd. I have a fun game here. Do you want to play it?" Someone said loudly.

Fang Yuan recognized that the person who spoke was a boy from the Chen family, named Chen Yi.

Immediately someone responded: "What game? Let's play it! If it's not fun, change it!"

Chen Yidao: "This game is called throwing pots. You just need to throw arrows into a pot."

Someone muttered: "So simple? No fun!"

Chen Yi continued: "But we are all warriors, and our eyesight and accuracy are naturally better than ordinary people, so this pot should be placed ten feet away."

"Oh? Is that so..."

Someone thought about it and found it interesting.

It's very difficult.

Even for warriors, if they have no special training, it is not easy to throw arrows into such a small pot.

"However, my wrist is not that strong, so I can't throw it that far!" Zhao Xiaoxuan pursed her lips.

Chen Yi smiled slightly: "Of course you can use a bow and arrow, but it's actually more difficult to do that!"

That's right, you can shoot farther with a bow and arrow, but it's even more difficult to control the force. If the calculation is a little bit wrong, the deviation will be huge!

Everyone's gathering this time was mainly about playing, and with the response of many people, the game started smoothly.

While playing, a group of four people entered the yard and walked directly to Mo Youzhu, one of them was holding a large bouquet of flowers in his hand.

These four people watched the wolf as an eagle, full of style, and seemed to have high martial arts skills.

Although it is impossible to judge their exact strength, one can also see one or two from their pace and movement.

The weakest person among them is several grades stronger than Shi Bugai!

Everyone involuntarily gave them a passage.

That person walked up to Mo Youzhu, saluted gracefully, and said in a loud voice: "Fairy Mo is famous far and wide, I have admired her for a long time, but I only hate being stingy, this time I finally got what I wanted, how fortunate is it? How happy are you? I have heard that fairies are very fond of flowers and plants, so I went up to the mountain specially this morning, not avoiding the morning dew snake mouse, and picked this bouquet of flowers by myself, I wish it was luck!"

Nine out of ten people heard these words in a daze, and they probably understood the meaning, but this is too polite, right?Are you sure this person didn't come from the troupe?

Mo Youzhu has no comprehension barriers, but she is also speechless: Where did this person find the words written by Suan Xiucai?It sounds so awkward!

"May I ask who you are?" She was sure that she definitely didn't know the other party, so she asked.

"Oh! I was rude, I forgot to introduce myself. I am a member of the Diancang sect. My surname is Dugu, and my name is Xiu. The other three are my fellow disciples."

"Hiss!" Suddenly there was a burst of air-conditioning sound from around.

Light up!A famous name, one of the top ten sects!

"Could you be the legendary 'Dian Cang Four Swords'?" Shi Bugai exclaimed.

Qi Yi also exclaimed: "'Dian Cang Four Swords'? But the most promising figure in the younger generation has made a big name recently! Could it be you?"

Duguxiu nodded, seemingly modestly said: "It's all friends in the world who love you, and you can't take it seriously."

However, the reserved smugness in his eyes couldn't be concealed no matter what.

Shi Bugai hurriedly flattered him: "Oh! I heard that you four are all heroes. You go out to fight for justice, eliminate violence and protect the good. Who in the world doesn't raise his thumb and say 'you are a good man with a loud voice'? To see you today! You guys, it's really my honor, Shi!"

Duguxiu nodded to Shi Bugai with satisfaction: "It's easy to say! The Shi family is also a member of the righteous way of martial arts, so we can get closer and closer in the future!"

He looked at Mo Youzhu expectantly.

Mo Youzhu smiled slightly: "Mr. Dugu, hello."

Duguxiu hurriedly smiled and said, "Hi Fairy Mo!"

He couldn't help but feel happy: there is a door!

This Fairy Mingqin has such a great name, and her looks are indeed overwhelming, like a fairy transformed into a human being!

I heard that her background is also extraordinary, and to be favored by her is definitely a lifetime blessing!

However, I heard that her vision is also extremely high, and there are countless people who pursue her in the world, but unfortunately no one has caught her eye so far.

I played this hand very beautifully today, coupled with the fact that I am young, promising, handsome, martial arts, and have a good reputation, I guess it should not be a problem to impress your heart!

He thought well, but——

Mo Youzhu shook his head lightly: "I understand what you mean, please go back!"

"What?" Duguxiu was taken aback, and couldn't help asking, "Why?"

He didn't get an answer, he was really not reconciled!

Mo Youzhu sighed softly: "I like flowers and plants, but I don't like their corpses!"

Duguxiu was dumbfounded.

As if struck by a thunderbolt, the whole person was numb.

There was an echo lingering in his ears: Corpse!Corpse, corpse...

Bai Qiqi almost burst out laughing, and Bai Linlin also pursed her lips and smiled.

Many people mourned Duguxiu in their hearts.

What is "flattering to the horse's hoof"?What is self-defeating?

That's it!

Chapter 92 Can't stand it!

Duguxiu was dumbfounded.

Who the hell told me that doing this would surely impress my heart?What the hell made me become a "flower killer" in people's hearts?

One of Duguxiu's younger brothers saw that the situation was going to be tense, and hurriedly interrupted: "Look, senior brother, they play this game well, so let's play together too?"

Duguxiu thought about it, and felt that this was not bad, at least he could stay by Mo Youzhu's side reasonably.

As long as I show my good side in the future, I will have the opportunity to slowly reverse Mo Youzhu's bad impression of me!

Although he seldom plays this kind of game, but with his force far superior to everyone else, doesn't that mean he has an overwhelming advantage?

So he took three juniors and joined in the game of throwing pots.

Bai Linlin and Bai Qiqi also ran to join in the fun, they are also very interested in this game.But Mo Youzhu sat uninterestedly, looking at the bouquet of flowers condensed with morning dew, a little unhappy.

Fang Yuan laughed and said, "Why is Fairy Mo so easily sentimental?"

Mo Youzhu said lightly: "Flowers are beautiful, but they can't escape being picked at will. Rootless flowers wither in an instant. How can people be similar to them?"

Fang Yuan said: "Actually... Rootless flowers may not last forever. Here! I have a prescription here, which can make these picked flowers survive for a longer period of time, maybe they won't die after the flowering period is over. !"

"There is such a method?" Mo Youzhu asked curiously.

Fang Yuan took out a charcoal pen, sketched on a piece of paper, and handed it to Mo Youzhu.