My Evil Skill Transformed Into A 100% Accurate Thousand Years Of Pain

"Su Chen, benefactor, please." Buddha Zi Tianzang restored his majestic appearance.

From the moment I saw Su Chen.

The Buddha knew that his hunch was not wrong.

Ascetic cultivation, unable to go through their own avenues.

Just beat Su Chen in front of you.

The Buddha's son Tianzang can be sure that his own realm will be complete, and he will cross the fifth grade and enter the fourth grade with the supreme trend of the younger generation.

"Restore infuriating."

Don't take advantage of your Buddhist son.

Just now, I had a battle with Prince Wu, and my true energy was consumed a lot. If I won, Buddhism also had something to say.

"it is good."

Buddha did not shirk.

Meditate cross-legged and adjust everything to the best and most perfect state.

It takes some time.

Everyone around looked at Su Chen with different eyes.

Curious, looking forward, disdain...

"Master Su Chen, he is indeed a gentleman, who does not take advantage of others' dangers.

"The wind of a gentleman."

The heroines who satisfy the fantasies in their hearts, their eyes are flowing, and seeing Su Chen's gentlemanly behavior, praise and admiration are endless.

Many older generations also nodded slightly.

"Look, Master Su Chen not only let the Buddha recover, but he only wears a wooden sword."

"It's not taking any advantage at all, I'm not as good as him.

Everyone found the wooden knife that Su Chen was wearing around his waist.

more admirable.

"Three Seven Seven" is a competition, not a life-and-death fight. If you use many high-grade instruments, you will be ashamed.

But weapons, usually in the eyes of Jianghu people, are not considered unfair instruments.

Weapons are the most important partners of Jianghu people.

like hands and feet.

The strength of many Jianghu people is just above the weapons. If they lose the familiar weapons, their strength will be greatly reduced.

In a fair duel on the rivers and lakes, there are usually no other instruments, only weapons.

Although the Buddha's son does not have weapons now, the Buddha's son has cultivated a golden body, and his body is a weapon.

Su Chen brought a high-grade weapon, and everyone would not feel wrong, and it would be more respectful not to bring it.

More praise.

However, many people in Xiuyiwei's face changed greatly, and their faces twitched unnaturally.

?

"Heh, Su Chen won't use that trick again, the one he used against the traitor Qin Li, right?"

"Don't be afraid of Su Chen's use of tools, but be afraid of Su Chen's use of wooden knives, that's the most terrifying time."

Think of that picture.

Many embroidered guards couldn't help shivering.

Especially Ye Yun.

The conditioned reflex shielded himself behind him, and then showed a morbid and wretched expression.

Get in, get in hard.

While waiting for the Buddha's recovery.

Everyone's discussion keeps going off track.

At most, it is still a discussion, Su Chen and the Buddha will fight next.

"Compared to the earth-shattering battle between the two sides, I am actually looking forward to it, will they all use that nasty and despicable trick?"

"Wow, the old man is also looking forward to it."

"Disgusting, you rude men are so disgusting, how could Young Master Su Chen be that kind of person."

The ladies and gentlemen all looked at the wretched men beside them.

It is impossible for such a personable young man to use such means, absolutely impossible.

"I wonder how long it will take for the Buddha to recover?"

Waiting is always impatient.

Finally, Su Chen appeared, and the Buddha was about to recover.

The audience who had been caught for four days and four nights didn't want to wait for a moment.

"Young master Su Chen, I don't know if there are new verses coming out recently?" I don't know where the loud point came from.

Immediately it resonated with many people.

The heroines stared at Su Chen with fanatical eyes.

Are we fortunate enough to see the young hero make poetry live?

"It's not like this, the old man will have a poetry exchange with little friend Su Chen." An elegant middle-aged scholar walked out of the crowd.

He is the predecessor of the Jiangnan family who taught Jiangnan talents just now.

The name is Yang Xiangwen.

In the literary world and in the rivers and lakes, there are big figures with illustrious reputation.

"The Yang family is ranked first in the Jiangnan family, Yang Xiangwen, the younger brother of the Yang family, a third-grade realm, a great poet." Gu Gong faintly stated his identity: "I want to use poetry and songs to wash away the shame of the younger generation of the family just now, to prove Jiangnan The literature of aristocratic families is not a vain name."

He saw his purpose at a glance.

The voice that first introduced the topic into poetry and songs came from Yang Xiangwen and other aristocratic families in the south of the Yangtze River.

Gu Gong is sure.

The person who speaks gets a hint of the approved text.

Yang Xiangwen's identity was immediately recognized and spread around.

Many people couldn't help showing admiration.

A thousand-year-old family, scholarly family, powerful, and a brother of the second-rank realm, he is also a great poet in the literary world.

Such people.

Ninety-nine percent of the people who were present before were not even qualified to meet face to face.

Not to mention, watch him write poetry.

"Little friend Su Chen, how about we each write a question and make a poem in seven steps?" Yang Xiangwen was gentle and elegant.

Su Chen gave him a sideways glance.

Another guy who wants to use me as a stepping stone?

Sure enough, after becoming famous, there are more trivialities.

"Little friend Su Chen, is there any difficulty?" Yang Xiangwen looked at Su Chen lightly.

Su Chen, who stole the limelight from our Jiangnan poet, has no good feelings in his heart.

In addition, the younger generation has lost face just now.

as a senior.

It is necessary to protect the name of the Jiangnan family.

As long as you make an earth-shattering poem and prose, people in Jianghu will not pay too much attention to what the younger generation just did when they mention today.

"it is good."

Su Chen said lightly.

"The old man, let's use the Buddha Sect Bodhisattva as the title. Yang Xiangwen clenched his fists to the distant Liuli Bodhisattva.

The head of the Liuli Bodhisattva lightly nodded.

"At that time, I will also ask the Buddha to comment for us.

Yang Xiangwen believes that with the realm of Liuli Bodhisattva, it is impossible to favor Su Chen.

"Then I'll make a question, based on what Jiangnan geniuses did just now." Su Chen smiled at Yang Xiangwen.

Yang Xiangwen's elegant and calm demeanor has solidified.

Broken defense.

For a moment, he couldn't hide the murderous look in his eyes and stared at Su Chen.

He just wanted to cover up, and he should wash away the stains of the younger generation just now.

It was brought up by the public again.

But dare not move.

Yang Xiangwen knew that, let alone himself, even if the elder brother of the second-rank realm came and dared to attack Su Chen here, he would die without a place to be buried.

"Can.

Countless eyes are watching.

Yang Xiangwen pulled his stiff face and forced a smile.

Try to maintain a few demeanor.

"Haha, it's really interesting, you look at the great poet Yang Xiangwen, his face is really wonderful, it's blue and black.

"This is to nail these talents from aristocratic families to the pillar of shame.

"No wonder Su Chen, Yang Xiangwen came to the door himself."

People from all corners of the world who are not afraid of big things while watching a play, gloat in misfortune.

The geniuses of the Jiangnan world used to look down on the Jianghu people who wield knives and guns, and despised other Jianghu people as reckless and vulgar people.

The heroic Jianghu people did not like these people who thought they were literati, elegant and pretentious.

Yang Xiangwen, who is good at quick wit, thinks quickly about the sea.

How to write poetry, turn the stain of the younger generation into estrus...

But now Su Chen spoke up.

If it was better to solve the case, than to physicize it, Su Chen would have almost forgotten about it.

But he was a liberal arts student in his previous life, and the only thing he was good at was that he could memorize poems no less than a thousand homes.

"The prosperous sons of the past, Yang Lang and Li Lang."

Everyone held their breath at the same time and pricked up their ears.

Young Master Yang and Young Master Li, who were in a coma just now, also came over.

Yang Lang and Li Lang refer to them.

"Yaoyao peach and plum blossoms are shining brightly."

This sentence makes many people who understand poetry slightly moved, and the first sentence is still ordinary.

But the second game.

Even a rude person can feel the gorgeous talent.

"Pleasure is like nine springs, Lei."

"Liu Pan's posture is charming, and his words and smiles are fragrant.

"Hand in hand and wait for love, Su Xi's clothes."

"I wish to be a pair of birds and fly together like a monk."

"Dan Qing swears that he will never forget each other."

The beautiful verses came out of Su Chen's mouth, word by word, clearly into everyone's ears.

many women.

Can not help but crazy.

They can feel the beautiful "love" in the poem.

"It's so beautiful." Many women, intoxicated by Su Chen's voice, had peach blossoms in their eyes.

Such a beautiful poem.

"It's a good poem, but it's about Young Master Yang and Young Master Li."

I don't know who.

ruined the atmosphere.

In an instant, the fantasy of love in the girl's heart was shattered.

It was dark in front of me, and I felt like I was overturned in my stomach.

The men's faces turned red.

Feeling nauseous.

No matter how beautiful the verse is, I recall that it was two big men.

All showing constipation.

"Young Master Su Chen, you understand me." Young Master Yang and Young Master Li were insane, they looked at each other, and the love in their eyes could no longer be controlled.

Hold hands together.

"vomit!!!!"

The surrounding people fled one after another, all kinds of retching.

"You bastard." Yang Xiangwen roared.

I don't know if it's because the younger generation is so embarrassed, or whether it is because Su Chen is angry that he actually made such beautiful poetry.

He is a great poet.

I can feel the talent contained in this poem even more.

Can be more beautiful.

In the future, this poem will be sung more and more widely, and the reputation of the Jiangnan family of 3.8, the Yang family and the Li family, will be trampled and cast aside again and again. Thousands of years later, as long as someone mentions this poem.

Even if the Yang family becomes history, shame will follow.

"It's your turn."

Su Chen looked at Yang Xiangwen with a livid face.

Yang Xiangwen, who was clenching his teeth, was watched by Su Chen and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Quick fire.

"Bodhisattva, he vomited blood, I won, right?" Su Chen shrugged, then looked at Liuli Bodhisattva.

"No, there is another one." Yang Guwen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "We take Buddhism and Bodhisattva as the theme.

The stains of the younger generation cannot be washed away.

At least I can't be so embarrassed.

With the holy eyes of Liuli Bodhisattva, he looked at Su Chen calmly.

Seems to be expected.

Su Chen's eyes and holy eyes meet at this moment.

"Second-rank Bodhisattva, good food." Su Chen couldn't help but stare at Liuli Bodhisattva.

There are not many people in the world who are strong in the second rank.

Not to mention women.

Women, the members tried all the skills of the underworld without hesitation.

At this moment, his eyes were opposite, and a bold and crazy idea appeared in his mind, making the Bodhisattva pregnant.

Because, with only this underworld skill, it can be activated instantly without contact, just by meeting eyes. .