My wife, the eldest princess of the demon clan, I recite poems and become a sword god

Chapter 47 Confrontation (2 in 1, please read and collect)
As he spoke, Lao Feng walked out of the kitchen quickly, but couldn't help but be slightly startled when he saw this.

I don't know when,

A square wooden table was placed in the center of the yard, but there were no stools.

The firewood door leading outside was now completely open, letting in sunlight all over the floor.

The water stains on the ground reflect the colorful colors.

But what really makes it difficult for Lao Feng to understand is that

The young man standing at the table didn't know why, but he put on a mask with a grimace that looked like he was crying but not crying, or smiling but not smiling.

Only his chin was exposed, and his eyes were as black as ink.

Moreover, this mask is not made of ordinary bronze.

Under the clear light, it gives people an inexplicable and oppressive feeling.

If Lao Feng's Qi hadn't always been focused on the other party, he would have almost thought he was a different person.

After coming back to his senses, Old Feng placed a large bowl of chicken soup firmly on the square table, and then looked at Li Cheng with a smile:

"Sir, this mask of yours is..."

Hearing this, Li Cheng stood as proud as a sword, with his hands behind his back, and replied casually:
"Oh, the sun is too harsh. Wearing a mask can effectively protect you from the sun."

Old Feng: ...

This answer is completely bullshit.

However, Old Feng didn't care, changed the topic and said with a smile:
"I've made the chicken soup, but it looks like that guy hasn't finished picking the mushrooms yet."

"Maybe, Uncle Tai met a little girl picking mushrooms, and they had such a good conversation that he forgot the time for a while."

Old Feng: ...

The other party's two consecutive nonsensical answers made him feel a little wary.

But it was confirmed that Uncle Tai was still within the tracking range of his own Qi machine.

Old Feng still had a flattering smile on his face, and his face seemed to have bloomed into a chrysanthemum:

"Young master's words are right. If so, let's not wait for him.

Otherwise, the chicken soup will be cold and the taste will not be delicious. Master, wait a moment, and I will bring you the bowls and chopsticks..."

As soon as he finished speaking, before Li Cheng could respond, Old Feng rushed to the kitchen again.

After ten breaths,

Li Cheng first looked down at the steaming chicken soup on the table, then at Old Feng, who looked attentive, and finally at the chicken soup again.

Old Feng, who was standing on the other side of the square table, saw this and said quickly:
"Master, please eat it while it's hot. I won't disturb you."

After saying that, he bowed his head slightly, turned around and walked towards the kitchen with a smile.

He had just taken two steps when he suddenly heard the person behind him say something shocking:

"Old Feng, is there no poison in your chicken soup?"

tread!
Upon hearing the other party's astonishing words, Old Feng's expression suddenly became uncertain, and his steps suddenly stopped.

But he hesitated for just a moment,
He turned around slowly, grinned and said with a big smile:

"Sir, are you kidding your subordinates? How could there be poison in this chicken soup?"

Hearing this, the corners of Li Cheng's lips raised slightly, and his narrow eyes made it difficult to understand.

After a brief silence, he chuckled slightly, his smile a little uninhibited:
"Whether it's poisonous or not, you'll know after just one sip?"

Hearing this, the smile on Lao Feng's face instantly became a little solid.

It's like the drifting snow suddenly frozen in ice in the far north snowfield.

Seeing this, Li Cheng continued to ask with a smile unabated:

"Could it be that old Feng Qian really has something in his heart, so he doesn't dare to drink this chicken soup?"

"...How could it be possible, Master?"

After regaining consciousness, Lao Feng quickly walked to the dining table, quickly scooped a few spoons of chicken soup into the bowl, and said with a smile:
"Please forgive me for talking too much. Young Master, you are too suspicious. However, I can also understand Young Master's worries..."

He raised the soup bowl in a steady manner, looked at the other person, then raised his head and drank the chicken soup in the bowl in one gulp.

Putting down the bowl, he reached out and wiped the mustache on his lower lip, smacking his lips twice:
"Eating soup is probably a beautiful thing.

Not salty, not bland, it tastes really good. "

After that, he poured a few more spoons of chicken soup into another empty bowl, then lowered his eyebrows and handed it to Li Cheng with both hands:
"Sir, this chicken soup is my subordinate's wish after all.

No matter whether it tastes good or not, you should try it at least once. "

The other party's voice was very humble, with a tone of request and a hint of toughness.

Li Cheng lowered his eyes and glanced at the pale golden oil floating on the surface of the chicken soup.

Then he took the initiative to reach out and took the soup bowl from the other person's hands.

Old Feng lowered his head respectfully, but his peripheral vision secretly fell on the other party nervously.

After two or three breaths,

Seeing that the rim of the porcelain bowl was very close to the other person's lips, Old Feng felt that his heart was about to jump into his throat.

However, in the next moment, things did not go as he wished.

Li Cheng looked at Lao Feng silently, and at the same time unexpectedly raised all the chicken soup in his hand.

in an instant,
A string of water splashes flew in the air like splashing ink, and then heavily wetted the ground.

Old Feng, who had his head lowered, slowly raised his head when he saw this scene, and his attentive smile became a little stiff:
"Sir, what do you mean?"

As he spoke, he quietly straightened his back and stared coldly at the bronze mask in front of him.

"Of course I'm going to throw away the chicken soup. Do I really want to drink it?" Li Cheng asked in a playful tone.

"Why not?" Lao Feng's voice was unconsciously cold.

Hearing this, Li Cheng's cold smile showed a bit of ridicule:

"Old Feng, we are all foxes of thousands of years, why are you still playing nonsense with me?

I know that the colorless and odorless poison you put in the chicken soup is called Chunmei, but it only has no effect on demon males. "

After hearing the first half of the other party's words, Lao Feng was startled subconsciously. Apparently he had never heard of Liaozhai.

But he quickly realized what the other party meant.

After hearing the second half of the sentence, he became more certain of his judgment.

Although it was unclear what went wrong, the trick he used seemed to be seen through by the other party.

silence for a moment,

Old Feng, who gradually stopped smiling, looked at the other party with evil eyes, and asked expressionlessly:
"How did you know that the soup was poisonous?"

He believed that he was almost perfect at poisoning.

Because he did not secretly poison in the kitchen, but beforehand, he fed the poison to the pheasants that were still alive and kicking.

This poison comes from the secret treasury of the demon clan's royal family. It is not fatal and will only make the person who takes it temporarily lose consciousness.

It is said that it was developed by a prince named Ximen in the history of the demon clan.

The recipe for this poison was lost for a long time, and very few of it exist today, and most people don't even know that this poison exists.

But a mere human on the other side could not only see through the poison he put in the chicken soup, but also accurately named the poison...

Even if he was beaten to death, he would not be able to figure out how the other party did it.

Li Cheng looked at Lao Feng indifferently with the eyes of a big fool:

"If I tell you, will you let me go because of it?"

After being slightly startled, Old Feng immediately shook his head and said coldly:

"will not."

"If that's the case, why should I answer you?"

Listening to Li Cheng's confident words, Old Feng was speechless for a moment.

What he said was so reasonable that I was speechless.

For a moment, Lao Feng suddenly realized that the young man in front of him didn't seem that simple.

However, he did not panic because of this, his eyes flashed with a fierce look:

"Interesting, but your cleverness means nothing in the face of absolute strength."

Old Feng casually glanced at the mountains and forests outside the courtyard, looked away and spoke in a cold voice:
"I don't know if you asked that man to leave here to let him escape for his life or to move reinforcements.

But all I can say is that you made a very stupid decision. "

"So..." After pondering for a while, Li Cheng still put his hands behind his hands and said calmly:

"Have you wanted to separate Uncle Tai and me from the beginning?"

"Not bad," Lao Feng, who suddenly dropped his disguise, admitted with a contemptuous tone:

"My goal has always been you.

Although that person is not as strong as me, if I fight him head-on, I will inevitably give you the possibility of escaping. "

Seeing the other party's unconcealable arrogance, Li Cheng felt inexplicably more pleasing to the eye.

This time it finally clicked.

At the beginning, what made him feel most wrong about Lao Feng was undoubtedly his flattering attitude.

There is Uncle Dong, who is proud to the core, as an example.

He instinctively felt that it was unlikely that other demons would be like Lao Feng when facing the human race.

After using the [Clear Eyes] skill rewarded by the system and checking the chicken soup, his doubts turned into concrete results.

However, the other party was willing to put down the so-called dignity of the demon clan, get wet in the rain, and be a chicken. It seemed that he went to such great lengths just to capture him alive...

Thinking of Uncle Tai's nodding and shaking his head last night, a flash of understanding flashed through Li Cheng's mind, and he spoke softly and calmly:
"The reason why you did this must have been under the instructions of the person behind you, but..."

The voice paused for a moment, Li Cheng looked at the other party with burning eyes, pointed directly at the vital point and said:
"The person who instructs you is not the regent of Xueman City, but someone else."

Hearing this, the mustache on Old Feng's mouth trembled slightly.

But he pretended to be calm and said coldly with a cold expression:

"I don't understand what you are talking about, I am following the prince's order.

Also, you don't seem to understand the situation right now..."

As he spoke, Old Feng knocked on the square table next to him with his knuckles, and the sneer on his lips became a little cruel:
"I've told you so much because I'm not worried about the man in the woods causing any trouble.

But you have to understand that if you don't want to die, you'd better do as I say.

No matter what today, you have to finish this bowl of chicken soup. "

Hearing the extremely arrogant and conceited tone of the other party, Li Cheng couldn't help but mock in a cold voice:

"But what if I don't?"

After hearing this, Old Feng answered without changing his expression:

"You Jin people have an old saying that those who know the current affairs are heroes.

Since you won't do it, I don't mind letting you taste it, the price of being a stubborn duck. "

Li Cheng, who was always on guard against his opponent, was defeated by the hands behind him, and his true energy was about to burst out in the next moment.

But just before Lao Feng finished speaking,

Three majestic and powerful qi machines, like a bullfighting qi, suddenly came from the forest to the west of the small courtyard.

Over there is the location of Qingquan Town.

Just as he was about to teach Li Cheng a lesson so that he could understand what it meant to be a man of great heights, Lao Feng turned his head and looked thoughtfully.

And the contempt in his eyes was suddenly filled with anger coming from his blood:

"Haoran's Qi! They are the three guard dogs raised by the Confucian sect!"

As he said that, he turned to look at Li Cheng, who was quietly a few steps away from him, and his voice sounded like cold ice and snow:

"Hey, Confucian sect, is this the reason why you dare to yell at me?"

Even so, his expression was not as calm as before.

Being able to emit such pure Haoran Qi, those three people are undoubtedly fourth-level experts in the Tongxuan realm.

If it were a one-on-one fight, Lao Feng wouldn't be afraid of any of them, relying on the demon's physique and advanced skills.

But if it's a group fight...

To be conservative, Lao Feng would probably be beaten until he saw his great-grandmother.

After hearing this, Li Cheng didn't say anything, but silently gathered all his energy in the palm of his right hand.

He was ready to give it a try and try his best to escape.

Seeing that Li Cheng was silent, Lao Feng felt contempt and couldn't help but angrily said before taking action:
"Among the Confucian sect, except for the one named Li Cheng, the rest are a bunch of pigs and dogs."

Li Cheng:? ? ?
Hearing the sudden words from the other party, he couldn't help but be surprised for a moment.

To be honest, he never expected that the other party would suddenly praise him.

In this life-threatening situation,

Li Cheng felt very involved, with a bit of disdain on his face, and subconsciously answered coldly:
"Heh, you, a demon barbarian from the north, have actually heard of poems that banished immortals?"

When he spoke, his tone and expression were extremely precise.

The eyes under his mask contained six parts of mockery, three parts of disbelief, and one part of just right contempt.

The reason why Li Cheng did this was of course not because he was full, but because he wanted to provoke the other party to make the first move.

According to his plan,
The Star Picking Stone can help him block the opponent's first attack, and then he performs Step forward to bully the opponent, slashes at the opponent with his sword, and then runs away.

This is the most reasonable action he can take with his current state of energy.

As Li Cheng expected, after hearing this, the anger in Lao Feng's eyes became even fiercer.

only,
For some unknown reason, he still did not take action, but argued with a cold expression:

"How could I not have heard of it? My favorite is the one sent to Judge Han in Yangzhou..."

The voice paused for a moment, and then Lao Feng said with an arrogant tone:

“The green mountains are faint and the water is far away, and the grass and trees in the south of the Yangtze River are withered in autumn.

24 On a moonlit night at the bridge, where can the jade man teach me how to play the flute? "

Reciting the complete poem, Lao Feng couldn't help but look respectful and respectful.

However, this respect is not directed at Li Cheng, but at the adult he respects the most.

In fact, based on Lao Feng’s deepest true thoughts.

The so-called banished immortals are just pretty boys from the human race who can write a few bad poems.

However, because that adult liked Li Cheng and his poem very much.

Therefore, no matter who he faces, Lao Feng behaves like a fanatical fan of the banished immortal.

In addition, he was actually vaguely aware that the other party seemed to be irritating him from the beginning to the end.

In this case, he refused to let the young man get his wish.

The two people who were facing each other at the moment were both quietly circulating their Qi without any sound.

Anyway, in the end of the stalemate, it was definitely not him who consumed all his energy first.

Li Cheng, who didn't know Lao Feng's inner thoughts, suddenly became very strange after listening to the other party reciting poems.

Not for anything else,
Just because the translucent system panel in front of him suddenly popped up without his instructions.

(End of this chapter)