Iron Cross Fire

"Sir, the poem you just wrote is so great!"

At the door of the inn, Xiao Xi held Yue Feng's hand tightly, with admiration on her face: "Sir, you didn't see it. When you finished writing that poem, the group of people were stunned! You are so amazing!"

Xiao Xi held Yue Feng's arm, and her heart was so happy. I knew that the young master would definitely amaze the audience as soon as he made a move!

Yue Feng looked at her with a smile: "Is it very good? Then what do you think is good?"

Haha, the poem just now is called [Tian Jing Sha·Autumn Thoughts], which was written by Yuan Dynasty writer Ma Zhiyuan. How can it not be good!

Xiao Xi tilted her head and thought for a while, and said: "Anyway, I think it is very good, the words are super beautiful."

She doesn't understand poetry, but she can also feel the vicissitudes of life in the poem.

Hahaha...

Hearing this, Yue Feng laughed and reached out to touch Xiao Xi's head.

"Sir Yue!" At this moment, only an excited voice came from behind.

Yue Feng subconsciously looked back.

Not far away, a woman in high heels trotted over, panting. It was Peony!

"Mr. Yue, please come back with me. You are the most talented man in Furong this year." Peony walked in front of Yue Feng and said softly. A few drops of sweat had already seeped out of her forehead.

Thank God, I finally found him, finally found him..

"Miss Peony, am I not the younger brother you mentioned? How come I became Mr. Yue again?" Yue Feng said with a smile.

In today's world, people really like to judge people by their appearance.

Peony bit her lips tightly and felt her face blushing. She didn't expect that Mr. Yue in front of her would be so talented. And just now I looked down on him...

"Mr. Yue, I was wrong..." Mudan said softly: "Mr. Yue, you must follow me back, the title of Furong Talent must belong to you..."

"No need." Yue Feng waved his hand, took Xiaoxi's hand, and was about to walk to the inn.

Mudan was stunned. The title of Furong Talent is the highest title for literati! He didn't want this great honor?

Mudan was anxious and almost cried. She took a few steps and stopped in front of Yue Feng: "Mr. Yue, I'm sorry, I was a little bad before, I apologize to you. If I don't take you back, the master will punish me, please, Mr. Yue... I beg you..."

This poetry conference is held by Wenzong, and it is held every three years!

This Mr. Yue's poems are the best in the world. If he is not taken back, the master will definitely be angry...

"Mr. Yue, can I kneel down for you..." Mudan bent her knees and was about to kneel down.

As a result, when her knees were about to touch the ground, Yue Feng raised his hand, and a gentle internal force gently lifted her up.

"Okay, I'll go back with you." Yue Feng had no choice but to nod.

There were so many people on the street, and if he didn't go back with her, she would pester him endlessly.

"Thank you, Mr. Yue!" Mudan was overjoyed and hurried to lead the way.

Soon, Yue Feng and Xiaoxi were taken to the city gate.

There were more than 200 cars parked at the city gate! Seeing this scene, Xiaoxi was shocked.

You know, in this Dongao Continent, only rich children can buy a car. The price of a car is really expensive. Ordinary people can't afford one even if they don't eat or drink for a lifetime. At this time, there are more than 200 cars at the city gate!

"Mr. Yue, please get in the car."

Mudan pointed to the first car and said to Yue Feng.

Yue Feng nodded and sat in the back seat with Xiaoxi. Mudan sat in the driver's seat and started the car.

More than 200 cars followed behind. This huge convoy was heading south.

It was already late at night, and Yue Feng and Xiao Xi felt sleepy, so they simply took a nap in the car.

They slept soundly until the next morning, when they heard Mudan gently touch Yue Feng: "Mr. Yue, we are here."

"Hmm..." Yue Feng opened his hazy eyes, looked out the window, and was stunned!

A few dozen meters away, there was a huge palace!

This palace was several times larger than the Forbidden City! The gate of this palace was extremely majestic! This gate was hundreds of meters high and more than fifty meters wide!

On the gate, two bright red characters were particularly eye-catching:

Wen Zong!

Huh... Yue Feng and Xiao Xi looked at each other, and both were shocked. This... This Wen Zong's headquarters is too domineering, right? !

"Mr. Yue, please get out of the car." Mudan said softly.

"Oh, OK..." Yue Feng swallowed his saliva, slowly got out of the car, and walked into the gate of Wen Zong.

As soon as he walked in, he saw a huge square with tens of thousands of disciples.

Some disciples were practicing martial arts, and some were reading and painting. It was so lively!

Although the disciples of Wen Zong were very talented, they also attached great importance to cultivation. Yue Feng could feel that the strength of these disciples was not low, and almost none of them were lower than Wu Hou!

Following Mudan, he came to the Wen Zong Hall and finally stopped.

"Master, this year's Furong talent is here." Mudan said respectfully.

"Let him in."

As soon as the voice fell, a clear and soft voice came from the hall. It was pleasant to the ears.

At this moment, Yue Feng felt that his heartstrings were plucked. Damn, this... Master Wen Zong is a woman?

At the same time, Xiao Xi couldn't help but whispered: "Wow... This voice is so nice."

Seeing the two people discussing in low voices, Mudan smiled and said, "Master Yue, please."

Yue Feng nodded, pushed open the hall door, and walked in.

As soon as he entered, Yue Feng was stunned!

I saw hundreds of people standing in the main hall, all elders of Wenzong. Among these elders, Yue Feng also saw two familiar figures. It was Chen Sheng and his wife Chen Xia.

"Isn't this my disciple?" Yue Feng looked at Chen Xia with a smile.

The last time I had a poetry competition with Chen Sheng, the bet was that after Chen Sheng lost, his wife would become Yue Feng's teacher. WeNXuEmi.Cc

"You!" Chen Sheng was almost angry and vomited blood again.

Yue Feng laughed and looked forward. I saw a phoenix chair in front of these people.

There is a woman sitting on it, wearing a silk cheongsam, her graceful curves are looming, her temperament is mysterious and calm, like a fairy, exuding a sacred and inviolable majesty.

This woman is Su Qingyan, the leader of Wenzong.

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