Douluo: My soul power will always be ten levels higher than Tang San's

Chapter 14 Centennial Event

Men's Qian Renxue sighed, frowned and handed Ning Fengzhi a document.

"Hey, they are all here. They have been screened. Teacher, you will know after taking a look."

Ning Fengzhi took a sip of tea first, then reached out to take the document, glanced at it, and choked on the tea in his mouth.

"Cough cough cough..."

Xue Qinghe couldn't help but sighed again,

"The annual Mid-Autumn Festival will be held in twenty days. My father asked me to host it this year. I'm afraid I will lose to the Star Luo Empire again."

Ning Fengzhi quickly used his soul power to recover, picked up the document again and read, "

Heaven and earth are one and the same,

There is a dark hole in the well.

The yellow dog is white on the body,

White dog has swelling on his body. "

"Well, the angle of writing about snow in this poem is quite unique, but it's just a bit..."

Xue Qinghe took over and continued, "It's just a bit too vulgar to be elegant, right?"

"Yes, if this kind of poem were presented to a poetry festival and Star Luo people saw it, they would probably laugh out loud."

Ning Fengzhi said dumbfounded and continued to recite the second poem praising snow.

"Six waves fluttered down into the sky,

Qiong Yao is everywhere in front of the street and behind the street.

One day it will be sunny,

He who holds a broom holds a broom,

Take a shovel with a shovel. "

Next is the last song,

"The snow is falling in patches,

All the children in the garden are out in action.

Snowball fights, snowball fights,

Build a snowman, build a snowman.”

"Well, Qinghe, there's nothing we can do about it. At the Mid-Autumn Festival held every four years, whether it's a civil or military fight, the Tian Dou Empire has never defeated the Star Luo Empire."

"This is the last year of the century-old Mid-Autumn Festival event that the two empires agreed upon. Now, all poets and soul masters who are slightly famous are avoiding it."

This is human nature. Who will win even if they know they will lose?

After all, if you lose in such a grand event, you will not only be criticized verbally and written by the people of Tiandou, but it will also be recorded in the history books, which will be infamy for thousands of years!

"It's okay to say that the soul master martial arts competition only allows those under the age of sixteen to participate. This teacher can recommend a few candidates to you. However, there is no age limit for the poetry and couplet martial arts competition. The teacher really has no choice."

Ning Fengzhi said helplessly.

"Then Wu Dou will trouble the teacher. As for Wen Dou, I have ordered people to post the reward announcement on every street in the big city a few days ago. Even the small outlying town has relied on connections to post it on every martial arts branch. Palace." Xue Qinghe took the poem handed back by Ning Fengzhi and kept it aside with a snap.

"How about just the three of them? They are all cannon fodder anyway." Ning Fengzhi advised.

"Yes, everyone is just cannon fodder this year. I have already received news that this year's literary competition, the ten contestants of the Star Luo Empire are all literary giants!" Xue Qinghe sighed dejectedly.

Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi was not too surprised. According to the agreement made a hundred years ago, the stakes for this last Mid-Autumn Festival were eighty-one cities!

The century-old bet between the two empires was supervised by the gods, and no one dared to go back on it!

"Teacher, please wait a little longer for the candidate for Wendu. I won't be willing to just admit defeat."

The Mid-Autumn Festival is held every four years and is hosted by the two empires in turn. The last one this year is held by the Tiandou Empire, which is usually hosted by the emperor himself.

This year, it was because Prince Xue Xing suddenly intervened and strongly recommended Xue Qinghe to host, and Emperor Xue Ye's own little thoughts, so it was logical to pass such a blame on Qian Renxue, who played Xue Qinghe.

"I'm afraid I'm going to be tricked by that Snow Star Prince this time."

Qian Renxue sighed in her heart.

Hosting this grand meeting, once the Tiandou Empire loses in the end, eighty-one cities will be ceded. I'm afraid that the position of prince that I finally secured will suffer unforeseen changes due to the great loss of prestige.

"Just do your best to obey fate."

Ning Fengzhi could only comfort her like this. Seeing Xue Qinghe nodding, Sect Leader Ning asked again,

"Do you have any news about the Star Luo Empire's participants in this soul master battle?"

Xue Qinghe nodded, "This soul master battle will be led by the fifteen-year-old Davis, the eldest prince of Xingluo!"

"The eldest prince Davis? Then Zhu Zhuyun should also be participating, right?" Ning Fengzhi guessed.

"The teacher is right, their martial soul fusion skills alone are difficult for us to deal with."

……

Seven Houses.

Seeing Lin Feng and Xiao Wu returning, Wang Sheng and others quickly stood up and bowed in unison.

"Hello, Brother Feng, hello, Sister Xiaowu!"

"What are you doing?"

Lin Feng was stunned by a few people and felt really awkward. Xiao Wu on the side smiled and expressed satisfaction.

"Wang Sheng, tell me, was it you?"

Lin Feng hugged the quilt and asked Wang Sheng.

"Hehe, Brother Feng showed off his power today and gave us working-study students a bad breath. We really don't know how to thank him." Wang Sheng touched his head and replied with a smile.

"Yes, Brother Feng, originally we were thinking of completing the work of working-study students for you and Sister Xiaowu. This is also the benefit of being the boss of Qishe and standing up for us."

"But, Brother Feng, you have already lost all our work."

"Isn't that right? From now on, we can only trouble Liu Long and his gang of nobles."

"Hahaha……"

After saying that, everyone in Qishe, except Tang San who was on the bed in the corner, laughed heartily.

Before Lin Feng arrived, Wang Sheng and others, who had been humiliated so much, never thought that Qishe working-study students at the lowest level would have such a proud day!

After laughing for a while, Wang Sheng looked at the empty-handed Xiao Wu and suddenly asked, "Brother Feng, will you just buy back a quilt?"

"Well, I only have enough money to buy a bed. I made a mistake." Lin Feng was a little confused.

He really didn't expect it to be like this.

Last night, the village chief's grandpa gave Lin Feng a sum of pocket money, but Lin Feng only left the calculated money for two quilts. He had his own green food soul power to eat and drink, so he didn't worry at all.

I just didn’t expect that, despite all the calculations, I could only buy one quilt in the end.

"It seems that in my memory, when I asked the uncle next door to sell quilts from the city, he only took half of my money."

"I'm so careless! When I become prosperous in the future, I will definitely repay everyone in Linjia Village!"

Lin Feng sighed in his heart.

"Well, how about we all get together and buy a bed for the young lady?" Wang Sheng said.

"Do not bother."

Xiao Wu pushed Lin Feng to the bed and turned to Wang Sheng and the others.

"What should you do, Sister Xiaowu?"

Xiao Wu explained: "The bedding we bought is quite big, and it won't be a big problem for two people to cover it. If we put the beds together, wouldn't we be able to use both?"

Lin Feng watched happily from the side. It was obvious that he and Xiao Wu had already made an agreement when they came back.

"Ah?" Use them together? Wang Sheng and others looked at Xiao Wu. Although Brother Feng and Sister Xiao Wu were still very young, they slept together...

"It's not good for men and women not to be intimate." Tang San suddenly interrupted.

(End of this chapter)