Iron Cross Fire

Su Qingyan, the 36th generation leader of Wenzong! At the age of 30, she still has charm and is extremely beautiful! She is a 3rd stage martial emperor!

However, what makes her famous is not her cultivation strength. It is her talent.

Su Qingyan is known as the first talented woman in the history. She is proficient in astronomy and geography, and can play chess, calligraphy and painting. This woman is really peerless!

Hiss...

Yue Feng just glanced at her and couldn't move his eyes away. He couldn't help but take a deep breath.

At this time, Su Qingyan was sitting on the phoenix chair. There was a thin gauze curtain in front of her. Her face could not be seen clearly. But Yue Feng could feel that the temperament of this woman was really extraordinary.

"What a courage, you don't kneel down when you see our leader?" At this time, Chen Sheng stepped forward and shouted angrily.

Chen Sheng was shocked! He never thought that this year's Furong talent was Yue Feng!

He admitted that this kid had won his poetry in Haicheng before, and he was indeed talented. But his wife worshipped him as her master in front of everyone. This matter was like a thorn that deeply pierced Chen Sheng's heart. He really hated Yue Feng!

"Kneel down and meet our leader!" Chen Sheng shouted with red eyes.

Kneel?

Yue Feng chuckled. He stood straight.

At this moment, the voice of the leader Su Qingyan came from behind the bead curtain: "Elder Chen Sheng. This Yue Feng is not from the Wen Sect. You don't have to kneel to me."

The voice was soft, but majestic and unquestionable!

"Yes, leader, I talked too much." Chen Sheng quickly lowered his head and retreated to the side.

As the leader of the Wen Sect, Su Qingyan's power is supreme. Every word she said is like an imperial decree to the disciples of the Wen Sect.

Yue Feng took a deep breath and secretly sighed in his heart that although the leader of the Wen Sect was a woman, her aura was really strong.

Then, Yue Feng's eyes fell on Chen Xia next to him: "My dear disciple, why don't you say hello to the master when you see him?"

Hahaha...

This Chen Sheng wants to embarrass me in public.

Then I will also make you lose face.

Sure enough, when the voice fell, everyone around was stunned.

Chen Xia is the disciple of this boy?

You know, Chen Xia's personality is very arrogant. She is actually the disciple of this boy? How is this possible?

Chen Sheng secretly gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, feeling extremely ashamed and angry. This Yue Feng is really talking about something that is not related to the topic.

Chen Xia also bit her lips tightly, and her body trembled. There was an indescribable embarrassment on her face. In a hurry, she didn't know how to respond. In the end, she nervously said: "Master... Master!"

When she called out the word "Master", Chen Xia's delicate face was flushed and indescribably shy. ŴŴŴ.WenXueMi.Cc

At this moment, Su Qingyan was slightly moved inside the gauze curtain and asked softly: "Chen Sheng, Chen Xia, do you and your wife know Yue Feng?"

Other people around were also curiously looking at Chen Sheng, waiting for his explanation.

"This...this..." Chen Sheng hesitated, very embarrassed.

Before in Haicheng, I lost to Yue Feng in poetry. This matter was too embarrassing, how could I say it out loud.

Seeing that he was embarrassed to say it, Yue Feng smiled slightly and said slowly: "Elder Chen, what is there to be embarrassed about? Before in Haicheng, you and I lost in poetry. The bet was to let my wife worship me as a teacher. You are the elder of Wenzong, your memory can't be so bad, it's only been a few days, you forgot it?"

"You..."

Chen Sheng was so angry that he couldn't speak, staring at Yue Feng fiercely, ashamed and angry, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

What?

Elder Chen lost to this kid in a poetry contest...

Yue Feng's words stunned everyone present!

You know, Chen Sheng's talent is obvious to all in the entire Wen Sect. Even the Sect Master Su Qingyan admires him very much!

Such a literary giant actually lost to this kid in front of him? !

For a while, everyone was whispering and talking about it.

At this time, Su Qingyan asked Yue Feng through the gauze curtain: "Yue Feng, I heard from the people below that you wrote a poem and won the first place, but you don't want the title of "Furong Talent"? Can you tell me why?"

Yue Feng smiled and responded: "I was passing by at the time, and I was in a good mood, so I just wrote a poem casually. What talent is not a talent, it's just a title, it doesn't matter whether you want it or not."

What?

Just in a good mood?

In an instant, the hundreds of Wen Sect elders present were shocked.

Even if you have talent, you should be modest..

You know, the person in front of you is the most talented woman in the history, the leader of the Wen Zong Sect!

Everyone swallowed their saliva and muttered in their hearts, this Yue Feng really doesn't know how to be modest, young man, too sharp.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Chen Sheng, who was standing next to him, sneered.

This Yue Feng is not modest at all when talking to the leader.

Thinking in his heart, Chen Sheng took a step forward and looked at Yue Feng with a smile: "From what you said, it seems that writing a poem is easy. Do you know how many literati and scholars participate in each poetry conference? You are so arrogant that you said you just wrote a poem and won the championship?"

Before he finished speaking, Yue Feng shrugged and interrupted with a smile: "I am telling the truth, I just wrote a poem casually. Not only that, the last time I competed with you, I also wrote it casually and beat you."

Yue Feng saw it.

This Chen Sheng always wants to make trouble for himself.

After the words fell, Xiao Xi on the side could not help but said: "Yes, anyway, you lost to my son, and my son's talent is hundreds of streets ahead of you."

You!

Chen Sheng felt a blockage in his chest and was speechless for a moment. He was so angry that he trembled all over and almost spurted blood.

At this time, everyone around frowned secretly.

This kid is really too arrogant.

Even if he won the poem against Elder Chen before, he didn't have to mock him like this...

Yue Feng had a calm face and smiled without saying a word.

To be honest, he also wanted to save face for Chen Sheng, but the other party always made trouble and had to make things difficult for him. How could he be indulged?

At this time, Su Qingyan gently raised her hand, and suddenly, the hall became quiet.

At this time, Su Qingyan also felt that Yue Feng was a little too conceited.

Even if he won the first place in the poetry conference just now, he shouldn't be so arrogant.

"You won the championship of the poetry competition. What poem did you write? Can you tell me about it?" Su Qingyan asked.

Yue Feng smiled faintly and responded: "Since the sect master wants to listen, then I will recite it."

As he said that, Yue Feng cleared his throat, took a leisurely step, and walked while pretending to put his hands behind his back, shaking his head and saying:

"Withered vines, old trees, crows, small bridges, flowing water, people, ancient roads, west wind, thin horses."

"The setting sun, heartbroken people in the world."

After reading this poem, Yue Feng looked at Su Qingyan with a smile: "What do you think of this poem, sect master?"

This...this poem...

At this moment, Su Qingyan's red lips opened slightly, and she couldn't help but recite it softly: "Withered vines, old trees, crows...small bridges, flowing water, people..."

As she silently recited, her beautiful face became more and more intoxicated!

Withered vines, old trees, crows, small bridges, flowing water... Each of these words is very simple, but when put together, they can actually reflect such a profound artistic conception.

The last sentence, "The heartbroken person is at the end of the world", is extremely sad to read!

Good poem!

A peerless good poem!

Su Qingyan's body was trembling, and she couldn't help but look at Yue Feng a few more times.

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