Reborn Saint System

Chapter 65
"Okay, the bet is over, and now you can start." Two piles of shining spirit stones were piled up on Ye Zitian's side respectively, attracting attention, and this is not a small fortune.

"Wait." Han Feng interrupted and asked, "In this competition, poetry is written in turns. If you can't do it, you lose?"

"Then you think you can't do it to win?" Jiang Baiyi said angrily, and then there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth. This guy interrupted the game again and again, which was clearly a timid expression.

"I have a suggestion." Han Feng looked at Ye Zitian, "The two of us will write poems separately, and everyone will judge. The one who writes the best poem wins. Otherwise, if the two of them keep thinking, it would be a waste of time."

"What do you think?" Ye Zitian looked at the crowd and asked.

"Okay, I agree." Jiang Baiyi was the first to agree, he couldn't wait to see Han Feng lose the competition.

Everyone agreed, and the others naturally couldn't say anything, and they all nodded in agreement.

"Okay, the competition begins. Whoever thinks about it first can come first." After Ye Zitian announced, he waited quietly. After all, it takes time to compose a poem.

Everyone also waited quietly, for fear of disturbing their thoughts, which is related to their victory or defeat.

Jiang Baiyi frowned slightly, thinking hard, this time the competition is about face, and there is a huge amount of spirit stones, he dare not be careless.

On the other hand, Han Feng, who drank wine comfortably, was at ease, and looked like he was thinking hard, which made the people who supported Jiang Baiyi feel more at ease.

"Yes." Jiang Baiyi clapped his hands fiercely, and said excitedly: "Then I will make a fool of myself."

Everyone calmed down and listened.

"Small red sandalwood table, green cup of freshly roasted wine, it will be cold in the evening, can you have a glass?" Jiang Baiyi finished reciting the poem, and took a drink from the wine glass, looking quite chic.

"Wonderful, this little poem vividly describes our current situation." Bai Zhengfeng clapped his hands in appreciation.

"Yeah, it's really good!" Everyone agrees, it's really commendable to be able to write such a poem that fits the occasion in such a short period of time.

After the words fell, everyone turned their eyes to Han Feng, only to see that Han Feng was still sipping wine, and he looked extremely enjoying himself. Everyone was stunned. Now that Jiang Baiyi has completed a poem, if he can't compose a poem in a short time If it is a good poem, then he will lose, this guy is still so comfortable, did he give up, or is he confident?
Seeing everyone looking at him, Han Feng drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, sat up slightly, and said, "Mr. Jiang, it really is a good ~ wet." The pronunciation of the words is extremely long, for fear that others will not be able to understand the meaning.

"Pfft!"

Someone couldn't help laughing out loud, Han Feng followed the reputation and found that the person laughing was Tangxi Zhu from Roushui Pavilion, he couldn't help but smile, "Could it be that this little beauty understands what I mean?"

"It's up to you. If you can't write a poem within 5 minutes, then obediently admit defeat!" Jiang Baiyi was full of pride. He was very satisfied with his poems. He didn't think that Han Feng could write poems in such a short period of time. There are better poems than his.

"5 minutes?" Han Feng sneered, "You have been thinking about such a poem for so long. I really don't know what you can be proud of. Listen to it!"

Everyone's heart trembled when they heard the words, it's too bad, it seems that this guy has a plan in mind, and his spirit stone is going to be wasted.

"A jug of wine among the flowers." Han Feng said lightly, then picked up the jug and poured himself a glass.

"Haha, such a vernacular can also be called poetry?" Jiang Baiyi laughed and interrupted, but forgot that his red sandalwood wooden table was also a vernacular that was too white to be white.

"That's right, we've won."

The crowd was infected by Jiang Baiyi's maniacal laughter, imagining the scene of dividing up the loot after victory. Although there were only three people who bet on Han Feng to win, there were three thousand spirit stones. It was a lot of money to share with everyone. wealth.

"Didn't your parents tell you that it's impolite to interrupt others?" Han Feng gave Jiang Baiyi a contemptuous look.

"You... I'll see when you get so proud." Jiang Baiyi cursed inwardly, and endured it, he wanted to see what poems Han Feng could make.

Han Feng glanced at Jiang Baiyi mockingly, then continued to recite poems, yes, recite poems.

A pot of wine in the flower room, no blind date alone.

Toast Mingyue, and Yingying became three people.

The month does not drink, the shadow follower follows me.

For the time being with the moon, Xingle must be in spring.

I linger on the moon, my dancing is chaotic.

Woke up with lovers, scattered after drunk.

Yongjie ruthless tour, phase Yun Yunhan.

Han Feng read Li Daneng's "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" in a very flat tone, but it made everyone lose their voices.

This poem contains not only the author's romantic feelings, but also the author's longing for a confidant and friend, and at the same time, the persistence to the ideal. A short poem expresses the author's complicated mood.

In fact, at this moment, this poem also represents Han Feng's own mood. After coming to this world, he has almost no friends and has always been alone. The longing for a confidant in this poem deeply aroused Han Feng's feelings. The resonance of the wind.

Jiang Baiyi's face was pale. He knew that he had lost. He had lost completely. He didn't have any chance. These two poems, whether it's confrontation or artistic conception, can only be described in four words. The difference between cloud and mud is too big. Big, not a level of existence at all.

The other people were also relatively speechless. At this moment, they were all deeply immersed in the artistic conception of the poem, forgetting their own victory or loss, and the outcome of the competition.

"After drinking, you can come to me, I have time anytime." Qu Xiugu patted Han Feng's shoulder, his tone unprecedentedly solemn and serious.

"And me." Qian Rumeng also came over, at this moment she didn't have the slightest interest in Han Feng, she just wanted to be friends with him.

"Add me, is it okay?" Tang Xizhu walked over slowly, looked at Han Feng, covered his face with a light veil, and couldn't see his face clearly, but his eyes were as clear as water.

"It's a great honor." Han Feng nodded happily, looking at the three people in front of him, a look of relief flashed in his eyes. These three people are his first true friends in this world. No matter what happens in the future, but now, Han Feng has recognized them.

Although he and Tangxizhu met for the first time, and they couldn't even see their faces clearly, it was like this between people. Some people had known each other for a lifetime, but they were still strangers; some people met for the first time, but they could cherish each other.

The four of them looked at each other and smiled, saying nothing.

Ye Zitian looked at the four of them, and a deep envy flashed in his eyes. At that moment just now, he also wanted to go over and stand with the four of them, but he couldn't, because of his status, he would never have friends.

The royal family is ruthless, as is everywhere.

The other people looked at the four of them, but the location of the four of them seemed to be another world, which made them feel so far away and untouchable.

"Cough!" Ye Zitian coughed lightly, breaking up the atmosphere in the field, and then said: "This is the end, everyone should have no objection to the result of this competition. I declare that the winner is Han Feng."

Everyone was silent. Although they lost, most of them couldn't get angry and hate Han Feng, because that poem was too beautiful.

"These are yours." Ye Zitian said with a relaxed smile, pointing at the two piles of spirit stones beside him.

The four of them were not pretentious, they walked forward and each took what they should have.Han Feng made a net profit of [-] low-grade spirit stones, and Qian Rumeng, Qu Xiugu, and Tangxizhu, besides recovering their own costs, also earned nearly [-] spirit stones each, which can be said to be quite rewarding.

"Han Feng, I still have to compete with you, do you dare to fight?" Jiang Baiyi's face was gloomy. Although he was convinced by Han Feng's poems, the hatred for Han Feng in his heart became more and more intense.

Han Feng's expression remained unchanged, he had just made three friends and was about to have a good drink, this Jiang Baiyi really thought he was easy to bully, there was no end to it.

Immediately said coldly: "If you can take out Fengyan ginseng and Qiu Zhiteng as bets, I will compete with you, otherwise, no discussion." Han Feng has not forgotten the main purpose of his participation in this banquet today, now This Jiang Baiyi rushed to the door, if he didn't kill him, who would he kill?

"This guy really dares to speak. Does he know the value of Fengyan Ginseng and Qiu Zhiteng?"

Everyone in the field was stunned again. They had forgotten that this was the first time they were stunned by Han Feng. They all stared at Han Feng with wide-eyed eyes. This was a living lion opening its mouth.

"Joke, do you dare to say such big words? Do you know the value of the two herbs?" Jiang Baiyi sneered. The combined value of the two herbs would cost at least [-] low-grade spirit stones.

"I can't afford to gamble, but I don't need to gamble." A disdainful sentence spit out from Han Feng's mouth, which was exactly the same as before, and everyone couldn't help but wonder, did this guy carry so many spirit stones with him?

Jiang Baiyi's eyelids twitched wildly, it was like this before, he was crushed by Han Feng, and it's like this again now, but now he won't be so easily fooled.

With a hint of sneer, Jiang Baiyi said: "Although Fengyan ginseng and Qiu Zhiteng are expensive, I, Jiang Baiyi, can still afford them, but what about you? Do you have something equivalent to them?"

Taking a chance, gaining wisdom, Jiang Baiyi learned to be smart, and directly threw the pressure back, and everyone's eyes were also focused on Han Feng. If he couldn't get it out, then he would sit down and dare not gamble, so the lion opened his mouth fact.

"I found that you really don't have a long memory."

Han Feng flipped his hand, a fist was big, shiny like a diamond, but there was a faint misty stone appearing in his hand, and said mockingly: "Do you know?"

"Xuanyunjing! Is this Xuanyunjing?" Before Jiang Baiyi could speak, Ye Zitian suddenly stood up on the main seat, looking at the Xuanyunjing in Han Feng's hand with a look of shock on his face.

"hiss!"

Those sitting here, who knew the value of Xuan Yunjing, couldn't help but gasp, Xuan Yunjing is still such a big piece, this guy, this is Chi Guoguo's shameless behavior of showing off his wealth.

Qu Xiugu and Qian Rumeng looked at each other with wry smiles, Han Feng is simply a bottomless pit, whenever you think this is his bottom line, he will give you another 'surprise', it seems endless.

Tangxizhu was also shocked, and there was some splendor in his eyes when he looked at Han Feng.

She wasn't surprised by Han Feng's wealth. She could take out five or six thousand low-grade spirit stones, but this mysterious cloud crystal made her unable to calm down. But Han Feng took it out casually.

"I have proved my strength, it's your turn, Mr. Jiang, take out your Fengyan ginseng and Qiuzhiteng." Han Feng took a sip of his wine, the wine specially provided by the royal family is delicious.

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