My wife is a sword god

Following the leading girl to the third floor, there were fewer jewelry in sight, but each piece of jewelry was protected in a transparent colored glass cup, which showed how precious it was.

These jewelry were not like those on the second floor downstairs, which were clearly marked with prices. The transparent colored glass cup only had some words that people could not understand.

For example, rain, frost, autumn, moon, and so on.

The girl saw the confusion in Qin Feng and the others' eyes, and explained with a smile: "Young master, have you seen the words on the colored glass cup? If you want to take the jewelry you like on this floor, you don't have to pay a penny.

But you must write a poem with that word as the title.

If the poem you write can trigger the colored glass cup to open, you can take the jewelry inside."

Qin Feng looked strange. In this Hundred Flowers Valley, poetry is so respected?

That Ya Ting is like this, and so is this Baodiexuan.

He walked through the third floor and glanced at the jewelry in the colored glass cup. Most of them were not ordinary items.

Some of them were not even jewelry, but treasures!

Qin Feng pointed at a treasure and said in surprise: "Does this thing also follow the same rules?"

The girl smiled and nodded: "As long as you can trigger the glass cup to open, no matter what is inside, you can take it away, and we won't charge a penny.

But if you can't open the glass cup, even if you are willing to spend thousands or tens of thousands of gold, we won't sell it.

This is the rule of the third floor of Baodiexuan."

Qin Feng understood, and then walked deep into the third floor. Soon, he was attracted by a white jade hairpin.

This jade hairpin is snow-white, with a faint light blue pattern like water waves on it.

The overall shape is like a sword, without too many complicated decorations.

Although simple, it will attract people deeply at first glance.

And with just one look, Qin Feng determined that this was the best gift for his wife!

He even seemed to have seen the lady wearing this jade hairpin on her head, lifting the hair by her ears and smiling slightly!

"That's it!" Qin Feng said excitedly, and then looked down at the glass cup, on which were written two words-beauty.

I'm sorry, Poet Immortal. For my wife's sake, I copied... um, I'll lend you a poem.

Qin Feng thought so and was about to pick up the pen.

However, the pretty girl next to him reminded him, "Sir, wait a minute."

"What? Are you going to regret it?" The black-haired man frowned and asked.

Qin Feng also turned his head away, revealing a curious look.

"What are you talking about, sir? The rules have been set, there is no reason to regret. I just want to remind you of something.

In fact, this jewelry has been favored by many people before, but those people, without exception, all returned empty-handed in the end."

Xing Sheng didn't care and said confidently: "They are not talented enough to write poems to trigger the opening of the glass lamp, so they can only do this, but my son-in-law is not comparable to them."

The girl smiled and responded: "What the lord said is that your son is not an ordinary person at first glance, but what I want to say is actually something else.

When you two enter the Hundred Flowers Valley, you will definitely pass by the Ya Ting. Have you seen the poem scroll framed in gold?"

"Are you talking about the poem crown?" Qin Feng asked.

"It seems that you have seen it. To be honest with you, the young man who wrote the poem at that time also took a fancy to this jade hairpin." The girl's words had a hidden meaning.

The charcoal-headed man's expression changed slightly. Although he was always wielding swords and guns and didn't know poetry, the person who could write a crown of poems must be good in literary talent.

But even such a person couldn't take the jade hairpin away, which shows how difficult it is.

He turned his head to one side and saw that his son-in-law raised his eyebrows slightly. Xing Sheng said stubbornly: "So what, that person can't take it away, but it doesn't mean that my son-in-law can't take it away either."

The girl shook her head slightly. She didn't know how many times she had encountered such a situation, so she went straight to the point: "At the beginning, the young man wrote a poem, but he couldn't cause the glass lamp to open. He was quite dissatisfied in his heart.

He felt that our Baodiexuan store was bullying customers, so we had no choice but to find the shopkeeper.

However, our shopkeeper has a bit of a strong temper."

At this point, the girl seemed to think of something, and couldn't help but sigh, and then explained the reason.

It turned out that the young man who wrote the crown of poems said righteously that he could cause the flowers in the elegant court to bloom 80%, so how could he not be able to open a mere glass lamp.

Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper of Baodiexuan said bluntly that the young man's poetry skills were not good enough and were just superficial.

So what if the flowers in the Yating are 80% open? If you want to open the glass cup of the jade hairpin, you must at least make the flowers in the Yating bloom 90%, or even 100%!

The young man was so angry that he couldn't speak. Who in the past and present could write such a poem?

The matter became more and more serious, and finally attracted the leader of the Baihua Sect.

Seeing that neither side was willing to give in, the leader thought of a way.

The Yating was originally a treasure of the Baihua Sect, so the leader established a connection between the glass cup of the jade hairpin and the Yating.

He also threatened that in the future, writing poems for the glass cup of the jade hairpin would be equivalent to writing poems for the Yating.

If the poem that can make the glass cup open can indeed make the flowers in the Yating bloom more than 80%, it means that the young man's poetry skills are not good enough.

Once this method was said, the shopkeeper of Baodiexuan immediately agreed.

But the young man still refused to accept it. If no one could open the glass cup, wouldn't it be impossible to prove his words forever?

But in the end, the young man gave the leader of the Baihua Sect a favor and stopped worrying about it.

After hearing this, Qin Feng raised his eyebrows: "In other words, if I write poems for this glass lamp, will Ya Ting also reveal them?"

"Yes, sir." The girl nodded slightly.

She actually made this reminder because she had some good feelings for Qin Feng.

After all, except for the young man who had some poetic talent, most of the others who came to the third floor were half-baked and wandering around, and the poems they wrote could be said to be unbearable to look at.

It would be fine if it was only embarrassing here, but it would be too embarrassing to embarrass oneself in public.

Qin Feng saw the girl's thoughts and said with a smile: "Thank you for reminding me."

"You don't have to thank me, sir." The girl breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the other party had given up, but was surprised to find that the handsome young man in black actually picked up the pen again.

"Sir, you?"

"Sorry, I like this jade hairpin very much, so I still want to try it."

The girl sighed and said, "In that case, please do as you please."

She only hoped that the poem written by the young man in front of her could reach one-tenth or one-twelve of his appearance.

In that case, at least in terms of face, it could be barely acceptable.

Qin Feng picked up the pen, exhaled, and then freely wrote on the white scroll next to the glass lamp.

I saw——

"The clouds are like clothes and the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew is thick.

If we hadn't met on the top of the jade mountain, we would have met under the moon on the Yaotai."

The girl kept staring at the tip of Qin Feng's pen, and her expression kept changing.

At first, she was a little surprised, then there was astonishment and expectation in her eyes, until the moment when the last line of the poem was written, she felt shocked in her heart and her scalp was numb.

There is such a beautiful poem in the world!

And the black charcoal head next to him also widened his eyes, and goose bumps appeared all over his body.

He is a warrior, not well-educated, and can't say anything decent to praise him.

I just want to sigh in my heart - Wow, my son-in-law is awesome.