Seven Beautiful Wives At The Beginning: Sorry, I Am Invincible

As he said that, Situ Changkong also glanced at the people present, and saw that everyone lowered their heads one after another. It was obvious that they couldn't come out with the next couplet. Su Lu even sat down directly, and stared fiercely at Lou Wen, who hired him with a lot of money. .

He had just listened to Lou Wen's nonsense at the beginning, saying that Mo Fei's literary talent was low, so that any fool would be able to know his literary talent.

And Situ Changkong on the side couldn't help but say,

"Brother Mo Fei is so talented, it's a pity to stay in this borderland. I recently thought of a poem, and it's only half. Why don't you help me improve it?"

As he spoke, Situ Changkong looked at Mo Fei, seeing this, Mo Fei also frowned slightly. Interesting, it seems that Situ Changkong wants to try himself out, seeing this, Mo Fei also smiled and said

"Then come on."

Hearing that Situ Changkong also opened his mouth and said

"It should be Lu Yi Xiao's voice...Brother Mo, please pick it up."

Hearing this, Mo Fei couldn't help being taken aback. Isn't this a poem he saw when he was using Douyin?

Mo Fei couldn't help but wryly smiled. Sometimes fate is really hard to say. He took a deep look at Situ Changkong and said directly.

"Then I'll make a fool of myself."

"Yesterday there was a sudden wind in Yeyue, and the river was lonely and empty."

"Lying on the boat and saying goodbye to the rain and listening to the insects, it should be the sound of green dawn."

The moment they heard this poem, the scene of a lone boat on the moon river, the sudden night rain and the singing of insects appeared in the minds of everyone. This poetic conception should be beautiful!

However, before they savored the next second, Mo Fei continued:

"It should be the sound of the green morning dawn, idle away at dusk and tinker with the morning bell."

"The wild cranes cry and return to silence, and then explore the nature of the green mountains and turn empty."

The last poem is still describing the vitality of spring and summer insects, but the next poem has become a literati who spends their whole life pursuing the realm of retirement, such changes are unexpected but very comfortable.

The eyes of everyone looking at Mo Fei suddenly changed, and there was already a look of admiration in their expressions.

However, before stopping, Mo Fei spoke again

"It should be the sound of green morning dawn, and the ancient temple will ring the bell."

"The first is empty, the second is loose, the heart is clocked, and the heart is finished."

After finishing speaking, Mo Fei glanced at Situ Changkong and asked with a smile

"How? Is it enough?"

At this moment, Situ Changkong was still muttering to himself:

"Heart clock? The end of the heart...."

When Situ Changkong looked at Mo Fei again, his eyes no longer had the previous probing intent, only a deep sense of admiration, and he slightly hugged his fan and saluted

"It seems that the seat of the throne today has been raised. I admire it!"

The people who looked down on Mo Fei just now, now look at Mo Fei with no contempt anymore, and the first two sentences of the last song are flat, even ringing the bell in the ancient temple, even giving them a kind of low green dawn Strong illusion.

When Mo Fei read the second half of the poem, they realized that they were the only ones pulling down the poem. The mere cross expresses a transparency that is clear to the world and even sublimates the first half of the poem.

Even if they wait another hundred years, they may not be able to write such an artistic conception. End of mind? This is completely murderous!

After this poetry meeting, it is estimated that few people present dared to write poems in front of Mo Fei, even young talents in the future.

At this moment, Mo Fei has turned into a mountain with no visible top standing in front of everyone. The mountain has no top, can you climb it? The sea is not deep, can you swim?

Sensing the change in everyone's complexion, Mo Fei also narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he had played too much... Maybe it didn't break the opponent's foundation. Seeing this, Mo Fei also stood up suddenly and clapped his hands.

"Everyone, I have a few playthings. Why don't you all come and play together? Winter is approaching. After you learn it, you can bring it home to relieve boredom."

Upon hearing this, Situ Changkong also became interested.

Seeing this, Mo Fei also opened his mouth and said

"Bring in what's on my carriage."

After answering, everyone stood up in unison and watched curiously as Mo Fei took out three things from the box.

"This is a poker card!"

"This is mahjong!"

"This is poker mahjong!"

"Next, let me talk about the gameplay. It's very simple. You should learn it in one go."

"First of all poker...."

Mo Fei's explanation is very detailed, so detailed that everyone can't help wondering why such a simple game is fun?

But when they really got started, they were reluctant to change people for a moment.

Situ Changkong was even more surprised.

"Interesting. Although this game is simple, it is extremely brain-strengthening. If you want to win, you need to calculate all the possibilities of the remaining winning cards. You also need to remember the cards held by the upper house, the lower house, and the opponent's house."

"Just like this vast world, everyone in the world can enter the game, but only those who control the overall situation are eligible to hold the license!"

"Seconds, it's too many seconds!"

The more he thought about it, the more Situ Changkong couldn't help but want to nod in praise.

Mo Fei probably never dreamed that he wanted to use this thing to pass the time and make money by the way. Unexpectedly, this game was directly carried forward by Situ Changkong in later generations, so that if you want to be an official, you have to test whether you are a mahjong master. Only true mahjong masters can enter the official career.

Just when Situ Changkong was about to have a good discussion with Mo Fei about the future possibilities of mahjong, when he raised his head again, Mo Fei had already disappeared from sight, and Mo Fei hurried home in the dark. Taking a last look at the poetry meeting site, Mo Fei also secretly said

"Damn it, memorizing a poem almost broke those literary boys' minds. If I keep playing, I'm afraid I'm going to ruin the younger generation. By then, I'll be a sinner for all ages?"

So when he thought about not running, he might not be able to run away. For this reason, after explaining the rules of the game, he took Guan Hongyi and ran home.

Seeing that Mo Fei came back, Guan Qing'er was also curious and stepped forward to ask

"Sir, what's the matter?"

"Is it possible that poetry will be overwhelmed? It's okay, we will read slowly in the future and then press it back..."

Before Guan Qing'er finished speaking, Guan Hongyi who was at the side laughed and said,

"Don't worry, he didn't lose. Not only did he not lose, but he almost ruined the game."

Although Guan Hongyi doesn't know anything about ancient poetry, she knows martial arts, and martial arts and literary arts can sometimes be said to be common.

With just one glance, she clearly knew that these people's confidence was almost broken by Mo Fei's three poems. If Mo Fei hadn't taken out the playing cards in time to divert attention, those so-called great talents would probably become demented in the future.

Thinking of this, Guan Hongyi couldn't help but take another look at Mo Fei, she had also heard about Mo Fei's rumors.

The reason why she had to forcefully follow him today was because she was afraid that Mo Fei would be humiliated and she could stand up and speak for him. Now it seems that she was worrying too much.

It would be nice if he didn't humiliate those great talents, but where would it be the other party's turn to humiliate him?

With a wry smile, Mo Fei raised the delicious food in his hand to change the subject.

"Stop talking about that, I went to the back kitchen and stole a lot of good things back."

"Let's go, let's go back to the house and taste it slowly!"