Pretending To Be a Holy Place, I Was Signed For a Thousand Years

While he was thinking about it, the girl Caiwei on the boat suddenly lifted her red lips and said, This handsome Taoist priest's poems are really unique!

Bai Yao secretly rejoiced that she was still a reliable teacher.

The girl Caiwei rolled her eyes, fell behind, and said with a smile: I just don't know, the Taoist priest in the back has better poems, and the slave family is very curious!

She pinched the corner of her clothes and made the gesture of a little daughter.

As to how tight it is, it is unknown.

Everyone couldn't help it immediately: Miss Caiwei, don't be deceived by his handsome appearance! What kind of poetic talent can a savage person be, but it's just nonsense!

What this brother said is that my Changli Academy is in Nanling City, but I have never met an opponent! Who can beat Brother Qin and Brother Tang, this is impossible!

Hahaha! If he can, I, Huang, can bet that I will drink up the water in this Spring Tide Lake!

...

Qingquan is not happy anymore. Even though my brother is not so knowledgeable and talented, he is only king in Zhuoguang Mountain, but that is also my Qingquan's brother, and I can't tolerate you outsiders laughing at him.

The only person in the world who can slander senior brothers is Qingquan!

Hey, what do you know! My senior brother's talent is unfathomable. If you take out some of it, you will be overwhelmed! Whoever wants to gamble just now, take a step forward!

He said angrily to the surroundings.

Immediately, a group of people stepped forward, crowded in front of the painting boats, and shouted: My son bet! I bet too! Tell me, what are you betting on!?

Zhang Ming is a little speechless, junior brother, are you really helping me?

Girl Caiwei smiled and said: The slave family also wants to take a gamble. If this Taoist priest can really overwhelm the audience, the slave family would rather only ask for happiness tonight, not for money!

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.

You must know that even if they can win, the one-night favor of the oiran is not something that ordinary people can afford.

There are so many people around, in fact, most of them are joining in the fun. They are lucky to be looked down upon by Miss Caiwei. After all, there are only a few people who can really push flowers and make jade.

But now, Miss Caiwei doesn't even want money!

Wu that Daoist, since Miss Caiwei dares to ask, if you dare not be hard, you will be ridiculed by the world!

They directly hated it, and the literati were indifferent to each other, especially before the beauty, if this wild Taoist would laugh at the audience later, he would definitely add fuel to his jealousy and let his name sweep Dongling.

Qingquan blushed and said not to be outdone: Betting, betting, if my senior brother loses, the poor Dao... The poor Dao Yixiu is willing to be named the number one obscenity Taoist in Dongling County!

Bai Yao asked in a low voice, Master...

But before she could finish speaking, Qingquan glared at her and interrupted her train of thought. How could she be dismantled!

Zhang Ming also glared at him, good you are a clear spring, if Zhanhong comes back, he will definitely fight for you.

As soon as the Daoist takes a break, it's settled!

Haha, I'll teach you today, what is the price of visiting Yanliudi as an outsider!

The world's number one obscenity Taoist! Good guy, since the Taoist priest dares to gamble after a break, I will wait for it, and put some money on it! I am not talented, I would like to bet five taels of silver!

Twelve!

Twenty-two!

One hundred taels!

...

Anyway, it is a steady profit and no loss, and everyone is screaming.

Zhang Ming's eyes lit up slightly: Yiyao, you go to register, don't let these guys run away!

Saying that, he came out more and more.

Pin Dao and others were originally just passing by, but since you are forcing it, then Pin Dao is reluctant.

He glanced around, and there was a faint golden luster in his eyes, which made everyone feel awe.

However, when Zhang Ming looked at the three women on the light boat, his eyes narrowed, and the boat turned out to be three groups of black.

This is a small ability he signed a few days ago, called [Kan Xu] [Devastation],

Although it is not as good as the eye of the sky, the eye of the gods, etc., it also has the ability to see through the illusion and disguise.

No wonder I have to be targeted, not because I look good, but because you guys are weird!

Zhang Ming took a closer look and found that the demonic energy in their bodies was very familiar, it should be undoubtedly the Hehuan Sect.

Hehe, since you have no good intentions, then don't blame the poor man for taking the plan and not being the son of a man!

He thought to himself, and said with a loud laugh: However, there are two poems by Pindao, one positive and one strange, both of which are capable of overwhelming the audience. I don't know which one you want to listen to?

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and immediately shouted: Arrogant! You still take out two songs, are you embarrassing them together?

There was a strange look in Caiwei's eyes, and she said with a smile: This Taoist priest, the land of fireworks is naturally strange!

The two girls, Yuheng and Xueling, also stopped playing the piano.

Everyone gradually quieted down, and their eyes fell to the light blue figure standing quietly at the bow of the boat.

Since Miss Caiwei invited me, Pindao will present a poem in the name of the girl, please listen carefully!

Zhang Ming met his gaze, smiled lightly, and said, Crying a branch of red, life is different from death.

This first sentence seems to be very common, telling the meaning of falling flowers, life and death are different. The crowd looked disdainful.

Golden tins fall into fragrant grass, and fragrant embroidery is full of spring breeze.

The second sentence has some charm, but the style of painting changed in a blink of an eye, as if entering Chunxiang Garden from the place of falling flowers.

The place where I heard the flute in the old days was high in the crescent moon.

The third sentence has changed again. It seems to be writing about the old blowing flute in Chunxiang Garden, but...

Qin Hao and other elegant scholars changed slightly.

This poem can't be scrutinized!

At this moment, Zhang Ming whispered softly and said the finishing touch: Pear flower night and night, deep poverty and Wei Palace.

This……

Prepared countless belly drafts, intending to spray it as soon as possible, so that everyone who swept Dongling County was stunned!

What kind of flowers do pear blossoms get in the night?

What palace did Caiwei go deep into?

For a time, these talented scholars were speechless.

Looking back now on the weeping and making a red branch, who was crying among the flowers, and who dropped a red branch?

I really can't taste it in detail, it's terrifying to taste it!

No... as expected of a strange poem!

This kind of poetry is really a coincidence, it can be called the most erotic poetry in the ages, and the most romantic in the world!

It's ridiculous that I waited to linger in Chunxiang Garden every day, and I called myself a gentleman. When I saw it today, I knew that I was looking at the sky from the bottom of the well! It's better to go back to the academy, and it's fine!

Miss Caiwei was also stunned, but instead of blushing, her face turned blue and white, and after a long time she sighed: It is Caiwei who lost!

Qin Hao and Tang Yuanyuan, who are proud of their talents, crushed all the words of contempt in their stomachs, looked at each other, and bowed to Zhang Ming: Extremely romantic, I can't wait.

Even Nanling Shuangjie felt ashamed.

The first erotic words of the ages, the most romantic words!

Zhang Ming is actually a little confused. He just randomly changed a poem that was relatively unpopular in his previous life. Although he has the talent to overwhelm the audience, he should not have such an evaluation.

Could it be... the way I opened it was wrong?

Miss Caiwei, who had been reminiscing for a long time, saluted and asked softly, What's the name of the elder, please?

Everyone looked at each other, yes, I still don't know what the Taoist person who wrote the first erotic poetry of the ages is called?

Zhang Ming felt bad, and he couldn't help but bowed to the surrounding and said, Thank you for your love, poor road and clear spring!