Monster Refining System

"Hehe, here you are."

It was also when Xia Fukun was about to walk to the old man, the pen in the old man's hand paused slightly, and the voice came from his mouth faintly.

"amount……"

Xia Fukun was taken aback by the sudden words. After hesitating, he waved to the old man:

"Hello, senior!"

Old man: "..."

He originally thought Xia Fukun would ask who he was, but he didn't expect Xia Fukun to make such a sentence to himself suddenly, and he was a bit unable to answer the words for a while!

Without taking Li Xia Fukun, he continued to create.

In his eyes, this young man was about to beat and beat. He was going to dry Xia Fukun for a while. Frustrate the other's spirit.

Xia Fukun was a little curious when he saw that the old man ignored him, and came to the long table created by the old man.

It was also this time, he found out.

On this long table, there is a roll of rice paper. And on that rice paper, the old man's vigorous and powerful handwriting.

"The wind is cold and the water is cold!"

Xia Fukun was taken aback when he saw these words.

He watched the old man stop writing slowly, as if he was still thinking about what should be added behind this.

Xia Fukun smiled, isn't this all common sense? Has he learned it a long time ago? Almost seeing this sentence, the next sentence jumped out of his mind.

"Old man, it's so simple, don't you know how to do it?"

"simple?"

The old man sneered at Xia Fukun.

"Do you know how long it took the old man to create such a poem? You told me to be simple!?"

Hearing what the old man said, Xia Fukun felt contemptuous in his heart.

Isn't this Jing Ke Song? When did it become your original?

The act of plagiarism is not so good, right?

Of course, Xia Fukun did not reveal it either. He smiled.

"Old man, if I didn't guess wrong, you should also be a senior of the underworld tens of thousands of years ago, right?"

"Ok?"

The old man glanced at Xia Fukun.

"The old man Huo told you everything?"

"Ha ha."

Xia Fukun opened his mouth and smiled without answering.

"Hehe, don’t be too proud of you, that old man, he gave you the inheritance because it will not last long, but we are different. If you want to be so easy, put me in this stone tablet It would be too naive to take away the inheritance!"

Xia Fukun smiled again when he heard the old man's words.

"Then what if I matched your ancient poem?"

"Right up?"

The old man was taken aback.

"Impossible! I am the poet of the underworld. How can you arbitrarily correct the poems I wrote? You go quickly! I don't want to communicate with you too much today. If you don't leave, old man I'm getting angry!"

Hearing what the old man said, Xia Fukun couldn't bear it at the time.

"Hehe, old man, I see you, are you scared?"

"If it's not scared, why wouldn't you dare to let me try?"

"If I don't have two brushes, how can I come into your world of steles?"

When Xia Fukun said this, his face was not red and his heart beat.

Deng Guanquelou is all lit up, will Jing Ke Ge still be difficult?

"Good good!"

The old man was obviously also irritated by Xia Fukun.

"The old man will give you a chance! If you can write the next line of this verse that the old man spent decades writing, the old man will pass on all the inheritance in this stone monument to you!"

Xia Fukun sneered when he heard the old man's words.

"This is what you said!"

"of course!"

The old man's eyes narrowed, and he refused to give in at all.

"Then I will write it!"

Xia Fukun pushed the old man and snatched his brush from the old man's hand.

The old man sneered in his heart when he saw Xia Fukun holding the pen.

This Xia Fukun, in his opinion, is 80% bragging.

Otherwise, why can't you even hold the brush?

Is the correct outfit better than not grasping the posture? !

When the old man sneered, Xia Fukun sneered too.

Why should he use a brush?

Anyway, just write it out. Whatever way?

Looking at the sentence before--

"The wind is cold and the water is cold."

Xia Fukun hesitated a little, pretending to think. Then, at the bottom, it says——

"The strong man is gone forever!"

When Xia Fukun wrote these seven words, the old man was dumbfounded.

Inside his mouth, he was still muttering:

"The wind is cold and the water is cold... The strong man is gone forever... good poetry, good poetry!"

The underworld advocates martial virtues, so it doesn't pay much attention to this writing.

However, only this old man knows that the perfect writing style can also possess the power of terror.

"How about it, old man, are you convinced?"

Xia Fukun looked at the old man in front of him with a dull face, and asked with a smile.

"This……"

The old man hesitated, then his face changed.

With a light cough, he said to Xia Fukun:

"Maybe it's your luck? The old man has written a lot of poems in the world of stone tablets for tens of thousands of years. If you can match it, the old man will convince you!"

Xia Fukun: "..."

He stared at the old man steadily.

"You nasty old man, your words are nothing, you are very bad!"

"Hehe, so what? Just say that you want this inheritance or not!"

The old man smiled wryly and looked at Xia Fukun as if he had already taken Xia Fukun.

"bring it on!"

Xia Fukun was too lazy to compare with this old man.

Xia Fukun's grades in elementary school were good, and he had already memorized 300 Tang poems.

Is he still afraid that this old man will fail?

The old man took a look at Xia Fukun.

After taking a deep breath, he said:

"He Xi is back tonight!"

Xia Fukun sneered: "Let's share the light of this lamp!"

His face changed slightly, and the old man continued:

"It's noon on the holy day!"

Xia Fukun sneered: "Sweat drips into the soil!"

The old man's face changed again, gritting his teeth:

"Three thousand beauties in the harem!"

Xia Fukun did not hurry up and said, "Three thousand pampers in one suit!"

"..."

The two of them said one sentence for you, one sentence for me, one after another for more than an hour.

The old man's face completely changed...