With system support: What's wrong with clicking like crazy?

The people in the crowd also shook their heads: "Our Tiansheng Country has finally produced such a genius, it's really a pity for the talented!"

"Yeah yeah!"

…………

Boss Bao continued, "Miss, our Poetry Tower has eight levels. As long as you answer them correctly, you can get three items from the Poetry Tower at will."

Feng Qingjiu looked at a painting placed not far away, which was obviously an extraordinary piece.

[Tongtong, where does that painting come from? ]

System: [Host, you have a very discerning eye. That is a stunning work by Mr. Mu Bai from Tiansheng Country three hundred years ago! ]

Fengqing Wine: [How much silver is it worth if I buy it? ]

System: [Priceless treasure! ]

The two pairs of people hiding in the dark frowned when they saw the poetry tower full of people.

"This is full of people, how should we proceed?"

"Don't be impatient, wait for your chance!"

System: [By the way, host, now there is a bad news and a worse news, which one do you want to hear? ]

Feng Qingjiu: [I don’t want to listen! ]

system:【…………!】

"Miss, before we start, may I ask for your name?" Boss Bao bowed and asked.

Feng Qingjiu smiled and replied: "Feng Qingjiu!"

The crowd started discussing again:

"What, Feng Qing wine? The idiot of the Feng family."

"Hey, why is this idiot from the Feng family joining in the fun?"

The smile on Boss Bao's face froze.

I have never heard of any talents of Miss Feng.

Looking at the stunned Boss Bao, Feng Qingjiu asked, "Boss Bao, you are not as short-sighted as them, are you?"

Boss Bao smiled awkwardly: "No, no."

"Ms. Feng, can we start now?" asked Boss Bao.

Feng Qingjiu thought for a moment and said, "Boss Bao, I have a small question. How do you decide whether I win or lose?"

Boss Bao smiled softly: "Don't worry about that, Miss Feng."

Suddenly, a light in an attic room on the second floor came on!

Then an old and powerful voice sounded: "It has been a long time since anyone came to the Poetry Tower!"

"Mr. Kong is out......!" the crowd started to make a noise.

Everyone stood up and saluted: "Greetings, Mr. Kong."

Looking at the figure reflected on the wall in the room on the second floor, Feng Qingjiu was confused.

Mr. Kong?

Could it be Confucius?

System: [Host, this old Mr. Kong’s martial arts is above the ninth level.]

Fengqingjiu: [So powerful? ]

System: [And there are at least 5 level masters in this poetry building. ]

Feng Qingjiu: [Oh my god, why do I feel like I’ve entered a den of wolves? ]

Boss Bao: "Ms. Feng, Mr. Kong will judge whether you win or not later."

Ye Xiumo looked at the scene full of people, and looked at Feng Qingjiu with some guilt: "Fairy sister, did Ah Mo cause you trouble?"

"Amo, we don't want that lamp anymore, let's go home!"

When he heard that she was going home, Boss Bao immediately became alert: "Miss Feng, since ancient times, no one has ever gone back on their word and walked out of the Poetry Tower."

Feng Qingjiu smiled and said, "Boss Bao, what you said is true. As long as I step into the poetry building, I will never think of returning empty-handed."

"My friend has never seen so many people before, and he is a little scared."

Feng Qingjiu looked at the silly prince and said patiently: "Amo, just wait for me, I will be ready in a moment!"

"Look, isn't there a very beautiful sword over there? How about Fairy Sister win it for you?" Feng Qingjiu said, pointing at a sword in the gift area.

Ye Xiumo shook his head: "Fairy sister, Ah Mo doesn't like the sword, Ah Mo likes the little lamp just now."

Feng Qingjiu's mouth twitched: "Okay, okay, I will definitely give you a small lamp later."

Really useless.

Feng Qingjiu looked at Boss Bao and asked, "How do you play this level?"

Boss Bao smiled and said, "Miss Feng, please wait a moment."

As soon as he finished speaking, a long piece of paper flew out from Mr. Kong's window on the second floor. There was a chrysanthemum painted on it.

Boss Bao looked at the chrysanthemum and said, "Miss Feng, the first level is to write a poem in the name of chrysanthemum!"

"Write a poem in the name of chrysanthemum?"

Boss Bao nodded: "Hmm~!"

Fengqing Wine: [Everyone, in the name of chrysanthemum, come on! ]

System: [No way, host, there are so many poems, and you can't recite them all? Don't you have a photographic memory? ]

Feng Qingjiu: [How can I have a photographic memory if I haven't even opened the book? Hurry up.]

The system sighed speechlessly: [Alright, alright! ]

With the help of the system, Feng Qingjiu read out every word:

"When autumn comes on September 8th,

After my flowers bloom, a hundred flowers will be killed.

The incense is soaring through Chang'an,

The whole city is covered with golden armor. "

He even pretended to think about it.

After he finished speaking, Mr. Kong on the second floor took the lead in applauding.

"What a wonderful line: The fragrance of incense fills Chang'an, and the whole city is covered with golden armor... What a wonderful poem!"

Everyone in the hall on the first floor also stood up and applauded.

"What a beautiful poem!"

"Yeah yeah."

"I didn't expect Miss Feng to be so talented. It seems that the literature of our Tiansheng Nation is going to reach a new level!"

"Fairy sister, you are so great..." Ye Xiumo grinned and laughed happily.

Although I didn’t understand what the Fairy Sister was saying, but those people applauded, which showed that the Fairy Sister was very powerful.

With a "whoosh", Mr. Kong on the second floor threw out another long piece of paper. On it was a picture of smoke rising everywhere, blood all over the ground, and the bodies of soldiers and civilians.

Boss Bao: "Miss Feng, this is the second level."

Feng Qingjiu looked at the painting and said, "Everyone, come on, Oli Ge!"

"The country is destroyed but the mountains and rivers remain.

The city is covered with grass and trees in spring.

The flowers shed tears when they feel the time.

I hate the separation of birds.

The war lasted for three months.

A letter from home is worth ten thousand dollars.

White hair is getting shorter,

I can’t even hold a hairpin.”

As soon as the words fell, the crowd began to boil.

"Oh my god, this Miss Feng is truly an amazing talent!"

"Yes, this kind of poem is truly a masterpiece that will be remembered for all time!"

With a creak, the window on the second floor opened and a white-haired old man flew out.

In just one second, the old man landed steadily in the center of the hall.

"Mr. Kong is out!"

"I actually saw Mr. Kong today. What a blessing!"

Feng Qingjiu: [Tongtong, why do these people respect Mr. Kong so much? ]

System: [Host, this Mr. Kong is a god-like existence in the literary world of Tiansheng Country, oh, I'm wrong, it should be the entire "Tianyuan Continent". They certainly respect him. Some people have visited Mr. Kong three times but have never met him. ]

The old man looked at Feng Qingjiu with a sharp gaze and said, "Little girl, I didn't expect you to be able to write such a poem. I would like to ask who your teacher is!"

Feng Qingjiu bowed dignifiedly and generously: "Mr. Kong, I have never been your disciple."

The old man stroked his beard and said, "It's incredible that you have such talent without ever having a disciple."