Wedding Night: I Am Forced To Marry A Dragon Girl

As soon as these words came out, everyone around looked towards Ao Cheng, waiting for Ao Cheng to start.

However, many people in the crowd recognized Ao Cheng's identity at a glance, and the expressions on their faces were quite exciting.

"Ah ha ha ha, Ao Cheng, are you kidding me? You, a guy without a drop of ink in your belly, can also compose poetry?" A sarcastic voice came from the side.

Ao Cheng's originally pretentious expression suddenly turned gloomy. He turned around and saw Ao Fangzheng standing beside him with several Long Valley guards.

At this time, Ao Fang was laughing so hard that he was holding his stomach and arching his waist. Seeing this scene, Ao Cheng felt a surge of blood in his head and couldn't help but want to slap this guy to death.

"Hold it, you must hold it back, don't fail in front of your goddess." Jiang Xiaobai said hurriedly.

After hearing this, Ao Cheng suppressed the anger in his heart and planned to speak out the ancient poem first.

But what Ao Cheng didn't expect was that Ao Fang was not the only one present.

The children of many other forces are here, and many of them have statuses that rival those of Aocheng.

"You in Aocheng can compose poetry, that's a joke. There is no flower house in Tianyuan City that doesn't know what your young master is good at!" A young man wearing a white fox fur robe sarcastically said.

Not far away, a jade-faced young man with red lips and white teeth was laughing loudly: "Hahaha, Aocheng, I'm not kidding you. If you can say even half a poem today, I will kneel down and call you daddy."

When three people suddenly jumped out like this, even if Aocheng thought about the overall situation, he couldn't bear it, not to mention that this guy has a bad temper.

"His father, who of you are looking down on? Do you really think that I can't do that?" Ao Cheng yelled angrily.

The young man in the fox fur robe sneered: "Sorry, it's not a thought, it's a fact."

"You bastard, Liu Yuheng, are you looking for death?" Ao Cheng gritted his teeth.

"Ah, how dare you lose such a temper in front of the saint?" Liu Yuheng looked surprised: "This will destroy the character you have worked so hard to build. Besides, who doesn't know that young disciples like Long Gu Among them, it’s just because you don’t know a single Chinese character.”

"If someone like you could write poetry, I'm afraid you would be a great writer at that time."

"I testify to this, Ao Cheng has been unwilling to study since he was a child." Ao Fang jumped out and shouted.

This time, Ao Cheng was really angry and trembling all over, and even Jiang Xiaobai felt like smoke was coming out of this guy's head.

"Damn it, you really want to compete with me today, right?" Ao Cheng gritted his teeth.

"How can I compare with a loser like you?" Liu Yuheng sneered again and again. In that way, he didn't take Ao Cheng seriously at all.

Ao Cheng was so angry that he was about to rush over and take action, but fortunately Jiang Xiaobai hurriedly stopped him.

"Hold still, for your goddess!"

"I can't stand this damn thing!"

Ao Cheng's eyes were scarlet and he gritted his teeth: "A bunch of damn things dare to act arrogant in front of me. If I don't give them a good beating today, this matter will never end."

"The extraction can wait. You hurry up and compose a poem now, otherwise the saint's impression of you will become worse and worse." Jiang Xiaobai persuaded her earnestly.

God knows that his mission is to help Ao Cheng pass the test of the saint. If Ao Cheng can't help but take action at this time, there will be no chance at all and he will miss a hundred years of cultivation in vain!

After being persuaded by Jiang Xiaobai, Ao Cheng calmed down a lot. After all, he was in front of the goddess. If he continued to cause trouble, maybe the other party would not think highly of him even if he passed the test.

Thinking of this, Ao Cheng snorted coldly.

"You all just wait for me until this major general passes the test."

Liu Yuheng and others snorted sarcastically, but they stopped talking. After all, these people's target was also a saint, and if they spoke too much, they might not be popular.

"Hey, do you want to compose poetry?" An impatient shout came from the big ship.

"Of course I want to write poetry."

Ao Cheng cleared his throat, recalling what Jiang Xiaobai said to him in his mind, while trying his best to act like a literary man.

Such a gesture made Ao Fang and others burst into laughter. Even the melon-eating people around them were laughing from ear to ear.

Ao Cheng gritted his teeth in hatred and simply stopped pretending.

"This poem was inspired by my feelings, and I asked the saint to taste it."

Ao Cheng looked in the direction of Gu Zhou and then spoke.

“There are so many wonderful things to do in the spring mountains that I forget to return home at night.

Holding the water and the moon in your hand, your clothes are filled with the fragrance of flowers.

There is no distance when happiness comes, but I want to leave and cherish my beauty.

Looking south to where the bell rings, the tower is deep and green. "

After finishing a poem, Ao Cheng put his left hand on his back with a calm expression, as if he was really enjoying the beautiful scenery between heaven and earth.

"Hahaha, is this considered poetry?" Liu Yuheng started laughing the moment Ao Cheng finished speaking, wanting to stomp on Ao Cheng hard.

But he soon discovered something was wrong, because the surroundings were very quiet. At the same time, he also discovered that the saint of the Jade Immortal Sect, who had always been uninterested in anything on the lone boat, actually turned around and looked at Ao Cheng.

At this time, everyone was immersed in the artistic conception of Aocheng's poem, as if they really came to have some fun and were fascinated by the spring mountains, the bright moon, and the rivers and lakes.

Liu Xi's eyes flickered, and her red lips under the veil whispered softly, repeating these words.

"There is no distance when happiness comes, but I want to leave to cherish my beauty..."

"Good poem, good mood!"

Liu Xi looked at Ao Cheng and said this. As soon as he said this, the whole place was in an uproar!

The saint actually spoke?

Not only that, the saint actually approved Ao Cheng's poems?

The first reaction of Ao Fang and others was, how is this possible!

Who doesn't know what Aocheng is? This guy can't even write a limerick, let alone write such a superb poem.

But Ao Cheng did it, and he was recognized by the saint.

Ao Cheng was extremely excited after receiving Liu Xi's approval. However, he understood that at this time, he had to show indifference, but he could not lose his integrity.

"Are there any poems?"

Suddenly, the saint said to Ao Cheng expectantly, apparently aroused by the poem Ao Cheng said.

Jiang Xiaobai had expected this, or was prepared for it. He gave Ao Cheng more than one poem, just to deal with some unexpected situations that caused the guy to run out of ink.

After the saint's words fell, Ao Cheng smiled calmly.

"The moon is nice tonight, why don't I use the moon to compose a poem?"

"OK."

Liu Xi's cold voice came from the lake, and her eyes looked at Ao Cheng expectantly.

Ao Cheng cleared his throat.

"The moon is setting, crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, Jiang Feng is fishing and the fire is facing melancholy.

At Hanshan Temple outside Tianyuan City, the bell rang at midnight to reach the passenger ship. "

When the last word "boat" fell, the whole place fell into deathly silence. At this moment, everyone was completely immersed in the artistic conception of the poem.

What is artistic conception?

This is called artistic conception!