Douluo: My martial soul is the ten fierce sky horned ants

Yuxuan Pavilion, third floor, VIP area.

"Welcome to Yuxuan Pavilion."

Just as Dong Qing and Qian Renxue went upstairs, two maids came forward.

"Take us to pick out some suitable pairs of shoes." Dong Qing said calmly.

"Okay, dear sir, please come with me." The maid bent down and responded respectfully.

The door slowly opened.

The first thing that caught my eye was a gold-carved candlestick shaped like a compass and the size of a basin. It had six red candles as thick as arms inserted into it in the shape of a plum blossom. The blazing candlelight illuminated the whole room.

The candlestick is engraved with a set of reliefs of flying dragons and phoenixes, with twists and turns and extremely fine carvings, especially the two pairs of dragon and phoenix eyes, which are actually inlaid with four sapphires the size of dragon eyes.

Next to these candlesticks, there are rows of luxurious wooden shelves. Each pair of shoes placed on them looks extremely exquisite, and each pair is sold for more than one thousand gold soul coins.

Dong Qing is not someone who has never seen the world, but he has never seen such exquisite and luxurious daily necessities. It is indeed the most economically prosperous Tiandou Empire.

After a while.

Qian Renxue fell in love with a pair of red flat shoes. She took off the shoes and put them into Dong Qing's hands. She said in a haughty tone: "Hurry and help sister put on her shoes."

"This...isn't appropriate!" Dong Qing looked reluctant.

Hearing this, Qian Renxue, who was sitting on the chair, stretched out her dazzling white feet and kicked Dong Qing, threatening: "Don't forget, you still have something to ask for from me!"

It seemed that something had occurred to him, and for his own plan, it was not easy to offend Qian Renxue. Dong Qing could only lower his head and hold up the white jade feet in front of him, and put on the red flat shoes little by little.

Well, it has no taste and feels pretty good, so I’m not at a disadvantage, not to mention Qian Renxue is a beautiful woman.

At this time, Dongqing could only comfort himself secretly.

.....

Dong Qing looked at Qian Renxue who was admiring his shoes but had no intention of paying. He sighed in a low voice, turned to the maid next to him and asked, "How many gold soul coins do these shoes cost?"

"Dear Sir, this pair of ruby ​​roses is priced at thirteen thousand gold soul coins." the maid said respectfully.

"I..." Dong Qing was speechless for a moment.

Good guy, most people can't afford to support a woman like Qian Renxue. They have to have some money, otherwise they probably won't even be able to pay for shoes this time.

Just as he was about to pay for the pair of ruby ​​roses, Dong Qing turned around and found that Qian Renxue and the girl from before were staring at each other, as if they were refusing to give in to anyone.

"Two ladies, please calm down. There is only one copy of this pair of Qingwu for the time being. You can discuss it carefully." The maid persuaded her earnestly.

"I was the first to like this pair of shoes. Besides, didn't you already buy a pair before? Why are you still fighting with me?" the girl said with wide eyes.

"What did you like first? Can't you buy it again after you buy it? I have money, do you care?" Qian Renxue crossed her arms and stared at the girl with an imposing manner.

Just when the two of them were getting mad at each other and were about to start a fight.

Dong Qing grabbed Qian Renxue's waist, hugged her back, and whispered in her ear: "What's going on? It's just a pair of shoes, what are you arguing about?"

Before Qian Renxue could answer, the girl stepped forward and stood in front of Dong Qing. She said in an arrogant tone: "Dong Qing, you are the unreasonable girlfriend who insists on grabbing these shoes from me."

Qian Renxue was about to explode. When she heard the word girlfriend, a blush flashed across her fair face, and she immediately lost her thoughts of arguing with the girl.

However, Dong Qing was not aware of this. Instead, he looked at the girl in confusion.

"you know me?"

"Hmph... Of course I know you. Your portrait has already spread throughout the mainland's high-level officials." The girl said hummingly.

"I don't know your surname!"

"Ning Rongrong!"

It turned out to be her...

Dong Qing looked at the cute and cute girl in front of him, his eyes fluctuated slightly, and then he said calmly: "Since Ning Rongrong, you also like this pair of Qingwu, why don't we make a bet, whoever wins will get it.

It, the loser helps the winner pay, what do you think?"

He was feeling distressed that he would lose a lot of gold soul coins, when he unexpectedly met a rich young woman like Ning Rongrong.

If you don’t lie now, when will you wait?

.....

bet?

If you lose, you will only lose some insignificant gold soul coins. If you win, won't you be able to brag to outsiders that even the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace will be defeated by me?

Ning Rongrong suddenly became interested, and she immediately said curiously: "Dong Qing, tell me, how should we bet? By the way, let's talk about it first, I am just an auxiliary soul master, and I can't bet on your actual combat ability.

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"It's very simple. We don't come for martial arts, but we only come for literature. Let's bet on the four words "Qing Wu Cheng Duo" to see who can write a poem using it." Dong Qing said lightly.

"This... is fine... but you come first."

Ning Rongrong was immediately confused. How could she know this? But she didn't believe that Dong Qing had such a high literary talent and could come up with poems in such a short time.

"Okay, it's settled."

Dongqing nodded, then turned around and said: "If you come, I will serve you with pen and ink."

As soon as he said this, the maid next to him looked at the person in charge of Yuxuan Pavilion not far away. Under the confirmation in her eyes, they quickly brought the pen and inkstone.

at this time.

Seeing Dong Qing coaxing Ning Rongrong, Qian Renxue felt a sense of comfort and joy in her heart. However, she also doubted whether he was bragging.

It’s not that no one in Douluo Continent is engaged in literature, but so far, there really aren’t any outstanding literary masters.

Under the slightly suspicious eyes of Qian Renxue and Ning Rongrong, Dong Qing picked up a brush and dipped it in ink, then wrote a beautiful poem on the white paper.

[If you don’t dance lightly in your life, you will be miserable if you dance]

[Dancing for you in this life, I will dance hard all my life]

...

"What a beautiful poem... If you don't dance lightly in your life, if you dance, you will be miserable for the rest of your life. In this life, you will dance for the king, and if you dance hard for the rest of your life, you have a great talent. All your expenses today will be covered by Yuxuan Pavilion."

The person in charge of Yuxuan Pavilion is a beautiful woman over forty years old. Her eyes were filled with tears, as if this poem brought back memories of the past. As she spoke, she wiped away the tears from time to time.

"No, I'm willing to admit defeat. I will cover all his expenses."

Ning Rongrong blinked her big bright eyes, picked up the calligraphy treasure that Dong Qing had just written, and put it directly into her spatial soul guide.

Now she was not unhappy because she lost the bet, but instead became curious about Dongqing, the holy son of Wuhun Palace.

For women, a man's own power, strength, and capital are indispensable, but if he can add a little more literary talent, it will undoubtedly make them feel more happy.

"Xiaoqing, you actually still have such talent?"

Qian Renxue felt as if she had met Dong Qing for the first time. She did not expect that not only was he stronger than her, but he also had an admirable literary talent.