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Chapter 37 The ancients have gone away on the yellow crane, and only the Yellow Crane Tower remains here...

Zhang Xue ignored him.

Instead, she looked at Xiao Ping'an.

Zhang Yutong watched the show happily.

She also looked at Xiao Ping'an.

There was a hint of playfulness on her bright and pretty face.

Although she was the senior sister of the Taoist sect, she also had some research on literature.

In fact.

Whether it was "Nian Nujiao•Luoshui Huaigu" or "Spring River Flower Moon Night", she had known it for a long time and had read it.

In front of Xiao Ping'an, she said that she had never heard of these two poems, just because she didn't want the man in front of her to be too proud.

However.

In addition to playfulness, there was also a hint of expectation in the eyes of this Taoist senior sister.

In fact, she was also a literature lover.

On the field, everyone's attention was on Xiao Ping'an.

Except for the Taoist junior sister... Qingyue.

While no one was paying attention, she desperately put food in her mouth. Soon, her little mouth was full, like a catfish blowing air, with both sides stuffed up, very cute.

She thought these people were too stupid.

What kind of poem?

Waste of time.

Poetry is something that can be read but not eaten, and it takes countless brain cells to think about it. How can it be as delicious as delicious food? In this world, there are only fine wine and delicious food, which should not be missed.

Xiao Pingan dares to swear.

He is really a very low-key person.

I don't like to pretend.

But they insist... What can I do about it.

"Bring paper and pen."

Xiao Pingan took out a handkerchief, wiped the grease from the corners of his mouth, stood up, and said lightly.

"Give it to him."

Zhang Jianli said "kindly".

The waiter quickly brought paper and pen.

Xiao Pingan threw the rice paper directly into the sky.

"Ah, what is he going to do?"

Everyone exclaimed.

Xiao Ping'an tiptoed.

The whole person flew up.

Hang the rice paper on the beam.

Seeing this scene.

Su Ping'an's eyes lit up: "What a beautiful Qinggong."

The white corners of the clothes.

Rippling in the wind.

Xiao Ping'an's black hair.

If Hao Tong's handsomeness is 98 points, any woman will be dizzy.

Then, Xiao Ping'an's handsomeness is 198 points.

The total score is 200.

Two points less, because I'm afraid he will be proud.

I have to admit.

Handsomeness is worthless in front of sexiness.

If Hao Tong is a man who makes women's hearts beat fast.

Then, Xiao Ping'an is a man who makes women hungry when they see him.

Many women present couldn't help licking their lips.

Wow, I want to eat so much, what should I do?

"Damn, he's even more handsome than me."

Fan Xian muttered, "That's impossible."

Zhang Xue frowned and whispered, "You only know how to show off. When the time comes, your poems won't be as good as Hao Tong's. Let's see what you can do."

Even Qingyue.

She couldn't help but look up and glanced at Xiao Ping'an.

A flash of surprise flashed in her beautiful eyes.

But soon, she lowered her head and finished the food on the table.

She was still young.

She didn't understand the good of men.

She didn't understand the magic of the wolf-sheep stick.

...

"Yellow Crane Tower."

As Xiao Ping'an's brush wrote on the rice paper, three characters were written in a dragon-like and phoenix-like style.

The Seventh Princess subconsciously read it out.

"This word is really good?"

Su Xue's beautiful eyes flashed with surprise.

Originally, Xiao Ping'an's calligraphy was not very good. Does a handsome man like him need to write well?

For a salesman like him who relies on rich women for a living, good handwriting is just a bonus. Rich women don’t need talents or talents, but... endurance, stamina, and deadly weapons.

However, after all, he has learned martial arts from Li Xunhuan for a hundred years. In his spare time, Li Xunhuan will also teach him some other talents.

For example, writing.

Li Xunhuan is a third place winner. Can he become a third place winner if he writes poorly?

Definitely not.

As the saying goes, a good teacher produces a good student. With Li Xunhuan’s hand-in-hand teaching, Xiao Ping’an’s handwriting is also very good.

The dragons and phoenixes are flying, the iron paintings and silver hooks are very ornamental.

Soon, Xiao Ping’an finished writing the first two sentences.

"The ancients have gone on the yellow crane, and only the Yellow Crane Tower is left here."

The Seventh Princess read it out.

A pair of wonderful eyes glowed with a strange light.

"Wonderful, these two sentences are wonderful. The immortal has left on the yellow crane, and only an empty Yellow Crane Tower is left here. Although the words are simple and without any gorgeous rhetoric, they are full of a simple and plain fairy spirit."

Su Bianyi's eyes were shining, and he kept stroking his beard and said with a smile.

Xiao Pingan ignoredMeet these two people.

Continue to write: "The Yellow Crane has gone and never returns, and the white clouds have been floating in the sky for thousands of years."

"This?"

"What?"

"Impossible."

"Why do I feel that just these four sentences can beat Mr. Hao Tong's Yellow Crane Tower."

"Illusion, this must be an illusion."

Everyone was talking.

Raised his head.

With a horrified look, he looked at Xiao Ping'an who was writing poems.

Damn~

Do you want to show off like this?

Give us ordinary people a chance to live, okay?

You are so good that you make us look like garbage.

...

"It has been thousands of years since the Yellow Crane went away.

For thousands of years, only the white clouds are left on the Yellow Crane Tower.

Good, really good.

Just these four sentences have made the world white. Even if I spend my whole life, I can't write such a good poem."

Su Dajia roared loudly with a red face as if he had drunk the immortal wine.

At this moment, he looked like the wild and unrestrained man in the rumors.

In fact, Su Bianyi is a madman.

However, he would be more reserved at ordinary times. Only when he is excited will he show his wild side.

"Hahaha, good, good, boy, keep going~"

His face was flushed, and his eyes were fixed on Xiao Ping'an.

If it was when he was facing Hao Tong.

Su Bianyi's eyes were peaceful and kind with appreciation.

It was like an elder looking at his junior.

Then, the way he looked at Xiao Ping'an now was naked...

Well, it was like a big man who had been single for 20 years saw a beautiful woman dancing striptease.

Then, he wanted to rush up immediately... hehehe...

"Hurry up, keep going, don't stop!"

Yameidie.

Su Gongjin yelled.

"Ah this."

Looking at the extremely excited Su Bianyi, Zhang Yutong showed a puzzled look.

Is this really the rumored first talent of Daqian, Su Gongjin?

"Ahem, when Mr. Su is excited, he will be like this, forgetting everything."

Noticing Zhang Yutong's abnormality, the Seventh Princess explained.

After all, Su Gongjin is the living signboard of Daqian's literary world.

As a Daqian person, his reputation should be maintained, so as not to be regarded as a pervert.

Hearing Su Gongjin's roar.

Xiao Ping'an almost trembled.

He wrote the words crookedly.

Fortunately, he had profound skills and did not make a fool of himself.

He turned his head and glared at Su Ziyi.

You old Russian, what's your name.

You think you are a beauty! ! !

I know you are anxious, but don't be anxious. If you yell, I will beat you up even if you are old.

Xiao Ping'an continued to write on the rice paper:

"The clear river reveals the trees of Hanyang, and the fragrant grass covers the Parrot Island."

The Seventh Princess read it out directly.

Su Gongjin was like a dog licker, and immediately shouted: "Good, good sentence, I really can't write such a good sentence in my life.

The Hanyang trees are clearly visible in the sun, and the Parrot Island is covered with green grass. Beautiful, this sentence perfectly reproduces the beautiful scenery around the Yellow Crane Tower, it is simply... refreshing, refreshing."

As he said, he shouted neurotically.

Pick up the wine pot on the table.

Fuck elegance.

Fuck civility.

Fuck...

I just want to drink, I want to drink... Gulp gulp gulp gulp.

...

The air became quiet.

Only one old man was left, oh no, it was a wild, carefree uncle, who drank like crazy.

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