Douluo: My Martial Spirit 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 some suitable shoes." Dong Qing said lightly.

"Okay, dear sir, please follow me." The maid bowed and responded respectfully.

The door opened slowly.

The first thing that catches the eye is a washbasin-sized golden candlestick shaped like a compass, with six arm-thin red candles inserted into it in the shape of a plum blossom, and the blazing candlelight illuminates the room brightly.

On the candlestick is engraved a group of flying dragons and phoenixes in relief, the lines are tortuous, and the carving is extremely fine, especially the two pairs of dragon and phoenix eyes, which are inlaid with four sapphires the size of dragon eyes.

Beside these candlesticks, there were rows of luxurious wooden racks. Every shoe on it looked extremely exquisite, and the price of each pair reached more than one thousand gold soul coins.

Dongqing is not someone who has never seen the world, but he has never seen such exquisite and luxurious daily necessities, as expected of the most economically affluent Heaven Dou Empire.

After a while.

Qian Renxue took a fancy to a pair of red flat shoes, and she took off the shoes, stuffed them into Dong Qing's hands, and said in a haughty tone, "Help my sister put on the shoes."

"It's inappropriate!" Dong Qing said with a face of reluctance.

Hearing this, Qian Renxue, who was sitting on the chair, directly stretched out her little white foot and kicked Dong Qing, threatening: "Don't forget, you still want something from me!"

It seemed that he had thought of something, and because of his own plan, he didn't want to offend Qian Renxue, so 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 it feels good in the hand, so I am not at a disadvantage, not to mention that Qian Renxue is still a beautiful woman.

At this time, Dongqing could only comfort herself secretly.

Dong Qing looked at Qian Renxue, who was admiring her shoes and had no intention of paying at all, sighed in a low voice, then turned to the maid beside her and asked, "How many gold soul coins are these shoes?"

"Dear sir, the price of these ruby ​​roses is 13,000 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. I have to be lucky that I still have some money, otherwise I guess I can't even afford the shoes this time.

Just about to pay for this pair of ruby ​​roses, Dong Qing turned around and found that Qian Renxue and the girl from before were staring at each other with a look of refusing to let anyone else.

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

"This pair of shoes was the one that I fell in love with first. Besides, didn't you already buy a pair before? Why are you still arguing with me?" The girl said with wide eyes.

"What did you fall in love with first? Could it be that if you buy it, you can't buy it again? I'm rich, so can you control me?" Qian Renxue crossed her arms and stared at the girl aggressively.

Just when the two of them blasted each other and were about to fight.

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

Before Qian Renxue could answer, the girl walked forward a few quick steps, leaned in front of Dong Qing, and said arrogantly: "Dong Qing, it's your girlfriend who is unreasonable and insists on grabbing this pair of shoes from Miss Ben."

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

However, Dong Qing didn't notice this, instead he looked at the girl suspiciously.

"you know me?"

"Hehehe, of course I know, your portrait has already been spread all over the high-level people in the mainland." The girl said with a groan.

"I don't know your surname!"

"Ning Rongrong!"

it was her

Dong Qing looked at the cute and cute girl in front of him, his eyes fluctuated slightly, and then he calmly said: "Since Ning Rongrong, you also like this pair of Qing Wu, otherwise let's make a bet, whoever wins will get It, the loser helps the winner pay, what do you think?"

He was distressed that he was about to lose a lot of gold soul coins, but unexpectedly met a little rich woman like Ning Rongrong.

If you don't lie at this time, when will you wait?

bet?

If I lose, I will only lose some insignificant gold soul coins. If I win, I can brag to outsiders, even the Holy Son of Wuhun Temple is my defeat.

Ning Rongrong suddenly became interested, and she immediately asked curiously: "Dongqing, tell me, how should we bet? By the way, let me tell you first, I am only an auxiliary soul master, and it is impossible to bet on your actual combat ability." .”

"It's very simple. Those of us who don't come to Wu, but only come to Wen, we will bet on the four characters Qingwu Chengshuang, and see who can use it to write poems." Dong Qing said lightly.

"This is fine too. But you come first."

Ning Rongrong was blinded immediately, how could she do this! But she also didn't believe that Dongqing had such a high literary talent that she could come up with poems in such a short time.

"Okay, it's a deal."

Dong Qing nodded, then turned around and said, "Come here, 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, and with the affirmation in her eyes, they quickly brought a pen, ink and inkstone.

at this time.

Seeing Dong Qing coaxing Ning Rongrong, Qian Renxue felt a burst of joy in her heart. But she also wondered if he was bragging.

It is not that no one in Douluo Continent is engaged in literature, but so far, there are really no outstanding literary masters.

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

【A life without light dance, a dance with a lifetime of suffering】

[Dancing for the king in this life, dancing hard for a lifetime]

"What a beautiful poem. I don't dance lightly in my life. I dance for a lifetime of suffering. In this life, I dance for the king. I dance for a lifetime. Mr. is a great talent. All the consumption today is covered by Yuxuan Pavilion."

The person in charge of Yuxuan Pavilion is a beautiful woman who is over forty years old. Tears glistened in her eyes, as if this poem brought back memories of the past. While speaking, she wiped away the dripping tears from time to time.

"No, I'm willing to bet and admit defeat. My lady covers all his expenses."

Ning Rongrong blinked her big bright eyes, picked up the ink treasure that Dongqing had just written, and put it directly into her space soul guide.

Now she is not unhappy because she lost the bet, but she is curious about Dong Qing, the holy son of Wuhun Temple.

For women, a man's own power, strength, and capital are indispensable, but if they can have a little more literary talent, they will undoubtedly be more happy.

"Xiaoqing, do you still have this kind of talent?"

Qian Renxue seemed to be meeting Dong Qing for the first time. She did not expect that he was not only stronger than her in terms of strength, but also possessed an admirable literary talent.