"Do you know that old cats play with mice?"

Er Gouzi looks at big Qingzi.

Big green son one face is impatient, way: "do not know! The old cat knows how to eat the mouse, and eats the mouse in one bite

"You call it impulsive. Don't play and enjoy yourself!"

Er Gouzi, with a brilliant smile, said, "the old cat will definitely eat the mouse in the end. But before eating the mouse, he should play the mouse to death before eating it. In this way, he will be happy and his stomach will be full."

Big green son frowned and said, "that's not to eat? What's the difference? "

He said incomprehensibly, "eat and eat, but you have to work so hard. I really can't understand you!"

"Oh, calm down, calm down!"

Br > "

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" > when you are playing with your grandson, you are not playing with me

"Hehe ~"

er Gouzi grinned and said, "that's what it looks like ~"

with that, they were quietly watching the hypocrites at the gate of the city.

One of the hypocrites was standing at the front of the line, wearing a light blue robe and carrying a sword behind him. He was walking back and forth at the gate of the city. With a sound, he looked at the wall and the desolate environment behind him, brewing poetic flavor.

This man is just the "Qian Daoyou" who just said he wanted to write poetry.

He recited, one after another full of poetic words in his head, and then he had to find the most appropriate words in these words to make a poem!

The swordsmen with him were waiting for his poems, talking and laughing in a low voice.

"Look at Qian Daoyou. Ha ha, he is so poetic that he can't stop him!"

"Don't say, Qian Daoyou's poem is very good!"

"Yes, that's right. I like Qian Daoyou's poems best!"

...

a monk in a black robe stood up and said, "Hey, guys, I've been lucky. I've got a poem from Qian Daoyou!"

"This poem is so well written

He said, looking triumphant and ostentatious.

As the saying goes, "birds of a feather gather together, and people flock together." these nine sword bearers are typical of this saying. They are all pushy and showy people.

Therefore, they were happy to hear the black monk talk about the poem that Qian Daoyou gave him.

"Zhang Daoyou, since Qian Daoyou has given you poems, you have to share them with us."

They urged Zhang Daoyou to say the poem.

The Taoist friend showed a smile and said, "since you are so kind, I'll read it!"

Then he cleared his throat and read aloud: "black clothes, black robes, black swords, heaven, earth and earth; wherever Lao Zhang goes, there are thousands of thunder!"

When he read the last sentence, he raised his hand and called out with great momentum!

After hearing this, his companions clapped and blew rainbow farts.

"Good, good!"

"Good poetry! Good poetry

"This poem is so colorful that it is a perfect match for Zhang Daoyou."

"Qian Daoyou is very observant and talented. This poem is a masterpiece."

"Poetry and Zhang Daoyou are both unique!"

"Ha ha ha, ha!"

...

this wave of rainbow farts is really blowing... Malan blossoms, no matter 37-21!

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