Fantasy: Get Hundreds Of Millions Of Times Cultivation Talent At The Start

"Explain? Does this require explanation?"

When Han Feng saw this, he was even more weird. He looked at Situ Ru and said, "Don't you need to pay when you go to the street to buy vegetables?"

"Citizens!"

Hearing the sound, everyone around was even more disgusted, cursing in a low voice.

"Could it be that he..."

Looking at Han Feng, the Leng Danyou in the dark, a somewhat complicated color appeared on Jiao Rong.

"I don't understand!" Situ Ru shook his head.

"Idiot! If you want to listen to the handsome son of the Northern Territory reciting poems, of course you have to pay! Without the money, why do people reciting poems for you? Do you like to be coquettish?"

Han Feng said unceremoniously.

As soon as the voice fell, Leng Danyou in the distance murmured: "He...sure enough, he wants to make money again!"

"Asshole!" everyone cursed in a low voice.

Han Feng cursed all the talents present.

Being coquettish, it's not just those people who put poems on their lips!

"Associating poetry with silver and other vulgar things, this young man is really a strange person, I don't know the name of Xiongtai!"

Situ Ru said with a smile, staring at Han Feng with scrutiny eyes.

"Han Feng, my father Zhang Erhe!" Han Feng said unhurriedly.

"what!"

"He... he is the son of the handsome Northern Territory!"

"Good fellow! I didn't expect that the handsome military god of the Northern Territory would accept such a wild man as a righteous son!"

"It is said that the son was born as a servant before, but now it seems that it is really true!"

"........."

Hearing what Han Feng said, everyone was stunned and looked at Han Feng in disbelief.

"Oh? Young Master Han Feng, then tell me, how much silver can you make a poem?"

Situ Ru smiled.

"Although I haven't learned about poems, it should be easy to make three or five poems at random, but since you said that, just use the word to calculate it."

Han Feng thought for a while, smiled at Situ Ru, and said, "Of course, if everyone is not satisfied with one song, I will stabbed myself with five stabbings. Isn't that fair?"

After a word, everyone was shocked!

Let's not say a word of money, just say that he is boring to find himself, and wants to write poetry to satisfy everyone?

Everyone has different opinions on poems. Maybe this one is a masterpiece in this person's eyes, but it is worthless in another person's eyes.

Stabbing yourself when you are dissatisfied? Is this boy crazy?

Every word is crazy, and every song is proud!

This young man is so arrogant!

There are so many people in the audience, there are no shortage of real talents, but it is not just a few limericks that they can applaud!

The third son Lin Mengran, who was sitting above the head of the hall, also looked at Han Feng in amazement.

What is the confidence of this young man to say so?

"Hahaha..... Since you have said so, Brother Han Feng, I naturally dare not refuse! What about a single daughter? I also hope that Brother Han Feng will appreciate his face!"

Situ Ru smiled, at this moment he really smiled!

I have never seen such an ignorant and idiot who dares to hand over his own life to others!

No matter how amazing the verses made by this young man, he can make the young man... die!

Of course, if you think of such a wild and reckless existence, there will not be much writing in your stomach, let alone any amazing poetry!

"Good! Young Master Han Feng just learned!"

"Young Master Han Feng composes a poem, I'll wait and see!"

"Young Master Han Feng is free and easy!"

The whole audience cheered sharply, but the banter and ridicule could be heard.

"It's better to wait for the knife to pierce your heart!"

Lin Yao, Hong Hu and others wished that Han Feng would lose face. They had all investigated Han Feng's details and knew very well what his identity was before.

In the head seat, the eyes of the third son Lin Mengran became brighter, she did not expect Han Feng to be so arrogant!

This is so fun!

Many of the big Misses are also full of excitement, but they are all obsessed with Situ Ru, and they are all waiting for how he can insult this ignorant young man.

"Brother Mo Shou, wine!"

I saw Han Feng laughed and looked at Lord Lord on the side.

"good!"

Jun Moshou picked up a pot of wine and threw it towards Han Feng, only to see Han Feng's body swayed and his figure drifting and handsome.

At this moment, it was nightfall, the jade plate was hanging high in the sky, and the bright moonlight fell from the sky, falling on Han Feng, and the ground was covered with a layer of silver clothing. He probed his hands in the void and stabilized the wine jar. Fall in the hands.

Not a drop of wine spilled!

This hand immediately made everyone present shine.

"What a handsome Movement Technique!"

Many people were amazed, and it seemed that this young man didn't want to look so unbearable.

But this is just martial arts, but it does not necessarily represent talent learning!

"Grumbling!"

Han Feng took the wine jar and started drinking, half a jar of wine, his face was flushed, his eyes blurred, his body swayed, he shook his hand to the sky, but sighed.

"Tsing Yi rags drunk holding a sword, stumbling with a hip flask hanging from his waist, raising his hand and holding the Moon Moon with a smile, claiming to be a happy man."

After a poem was finished, the whole hall was quiet, and countless talents were moved.

Everyone looked at Han Feng, but another scene suddenly appeared in their minds.

A bright moon is in the sky, and a person has a drink alone under the moon. The sense of drunkenness and happiness makes people happy.

Soon, everyone reacted immediately, Tsing Yi Rags Happy Man, isn't it the young man himself?

"The vulgar is the day, you don't understand." Han Feng turned his head, looked at these so-called talents, shook his head and laughed.

As soon as this remark came out, no one had red cheeks and was a little overwhelmed.

"good!"

Situ Ru couldn't bear to spit out a word, even he couldn't find the slightest flaw in this poem!

The next moment, Han Feng's tone turned and became hurried, and his body was also shaking. A flagon was held in his hand, but it was like a sharp sword, and its sharpness was like Sword Ray.

"The martyr hits the jade pot, the strong man cherishes his twilight years, three cups of sword dance Qiuyue, suddenly Gao Yong Si Lian!"

At this point, Lin Mengran's beautiful eyes shone in the distance, looking at Han Feng in amazement.

This poem is full of pride and ambition, and this one hits her heart directly.

Hearing the sound, many people are still sluggish in place. Although this poem is only a few words, it is far ahead of the pride!

"The lunar yin is covered with radiance, the sword in front of the tent is dyed with frost, and you can see the moon when you see it, and you are from all over the world!"

"Mingyue Qinghui summoned Longquan to sharpen the peak of Frost and reflect the cold of the night. In order to sweep away the injustices in the world, it is not a hero who does not come out of the mountain!"

Two more songs came out together, listening to the crowd lingering, many people looked at Han Feng, accompanied by this poem, and immediately felt that the boy with oily clothes looked like a young general.

The tiger father has no dogs, and his name is well-deserved after he controls the door!

Everyone sighed sincerely.

"Cough cough cough..."

And just as everyone was amazed, an unsuitable voice came, and Han Feng stood in front of Situ Ru and said unhurriedly: "I don't understand poetry, so I can only show my ugliness a little. ."

As soon as these words came out, countless talents were stunned, all their faces flushed.

This is called not understanding poetry, then what is understanding?

This is called Xian Chou? This is terrible!

But at this moment, Han Feng looked at Situ Ru and said, "It's still the last song. I wonder if Brother Situ would order it? The old price is a thousand dollars."

One word daughter! The four poems of Han Feng just now cost a hundred words and one hundred thousand taels of gold, which is comparable to millions of silver!

How expensive is a word of money? It can be placed on these four poems, but they are extremely valuable!

Seeing everyone's expressions, Han Feng shrugged helplessly. He knew the truth of own, which made people unbelievable again!

He really doesn't know how to be a poet, but is there still a small number of poems in his previous life?

I can't write poetry, but I haven't eaten pork and seen pigs run!

I can't do it, but I can copy it...

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