infinite power system

Chapter 23
Ning Xiaomei's beautiful eyes were shining, seeing Tang Feng's defeat and Shen Linru strolling in the courtyard, tears flickered in the corners of her eyes with excitement.

Although Xu Wan's face was calm, there was a turmoil in her heart. If "Plucking Mulberries" was an accident, then Tang Feng's "Magpie Bridge Immortal" today has truly established him as the leader of the younger generation of poetry in the desolate world .

Countless scorching gazes fell on Tang Feng. The geisha and singers from the Shuiyue Pavilion were the most attracted to romantic literati. At this moment, their gazes on Tang Feng were very charming.

However, Tang Feng didn't feel it. He pressed the hilt of his sword with his right hand, and held up the bronze wine bottle that had just been filled with his left hand. Looking at the ashen-faced Shen Lin, he said:
"How about it, Shen Lin, talented scholar, if you still have good poems, I will accompany you at any time."

Shen Lin's mouth was like a dying fish, but he couldn't utter a single word between opening and closing.

His "Bu Suanzi" was already a labor-intensive work, but it still lost out to Tang Feng's "Magpie Bridge Immortal". Now it will only be more embarrassing to come up with other poems.

"Hehe, since you are not convinced, then I will show you what a poetic talent is!"

Tang Feng smiled lightly, drank another glass of strong wine, and at the same time read a poem again.

"One foot of crimson is worse than the dust of music, and the old is not as good as the new..."

Shen Lin's face was pale, completely drained of color. Every sentence of Tang Feng's new poem was like a copper hammer hitting his heart hard, causing the corners of his mouth to bleed.

The 180 desolate Confucianism cultivators were savoring this new word by Tang Feng word by word. The more they thought about it, the more shocked they became.

Tang Feng's eyes revealed a kind of deep sadness. After coming to this world for so long, when will he be able to return to Earth?Parents, friends, how are you doing now?

The last sentence was uttered slowly, and the longing for the earth in his heart also gushed out, dripping and carefree.

"Linglong dice An Hongdou, do you know who loves you deeply?"

This sentence is full of expression, so that the corners of Tang Feng's eyes are a little moist. He can kill decisively, but there is always a softness in his heart.

hum!
At this moment, the pawns crossing the river whispered softly, and streams of black air rushed out of the pawns crossing the river like real dragons, circling around Tang Feng and muttering.

Counting carefully, there are exactly 36 ink-colored real dragons, which coincide with the meaning of 36 heavenly gangs!

"This is... context-wrapped body!"

The middle-aged Confucian cultivator trembled, never expecting to see such a scene again in his lifetime.

"Brother Kang, what do you mean by contextual context?" A purple-clothed Confucian cultivator was puzzled because he had never heard this word before.

Kang Juming looked at Tang Feng who was in a strange state, sighed lightly, and explained:
"The context surrounds the body. This is a spectacle in ancient books. It is said that it is a kind of recognition of Confucian and Taoist monks by Daoist. It lowers the context and protects this person."

He looked at the longing-looking Confucian cultivator in purple, and scolded with a smile: "If you want to be full of context, you need a poetic talent like His Royal Highness. The context of context, I, Lianghuang, have never appeared before, I didn't expect I was lucky enough to meet you today.”

Shen Lin looked at the 36 circling and whistling black-colored true dragons, his whole body trembling. He knew the context of the body, because...he had seen it before!

Shuntian Confucianism and Taoism No. 1 is a person with a cultural context, with a sense of immortality in every move, and the poems he writes are full of spirituality, which are not like those written by ordinary people.

It never occurred to him that Tang Feng could also achieve contextual context!
At this moment, Tang Feng is in a wonderful state. The 36 veins have transformed into 36 real dragons, which are refining his body, removing impurities in his body, and improving his physique by a large margin.

Not only that, but all 36 veins got into his right palm in the end, actually nourishing his spiritual veins, making his spiritual veins a lot stronger.

"call!"

Tang Feng woke up from a strange state. He was so emotional just now, but he didn't expect such a wonderful effect. At this moment, he felt that he could smash the boulder with his bare hands without getting hurt.

After expelling the impurities in his body, he felt thirsty, so he directly picked up the jug, raised his head and drank, unrestrained and unrestrained.

The middle-aged Confucianism Cultivator looked at Tang Feng with more respect. This is the real Confucianism Cultivator, unrestrained, disregarding the eyes of the world.

"The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright... Enter my lovesickness door, and you will know that my lovesickness is bitter."

Tang Feng indulged in drinking and singing, like a true fairy in the sky, free and easy.

"Long-term lovesickness, long-term lovesickness, short-term lovesickness, infinity. I knew it was so confusing, why didn't I know each other at the beginning."

Another wonderful poem came out of Tang Feng's mouth. The middle-aged Confucian cultivator Kang Juming felt a little numb. These people would never be able to write such a poem in their lifetime, but Tang Feng is good. Good poems are like Chinese cabbage. Just open your mouth.

"puff."

Shen Lin couldn't take it anymore, the blood in his chest surged violently, and a mouthful of blood spewed out, staining his green shirt red.

If the "Magpie Bridge Immortal" is enough to show that Tang Fengshi is superior to him, then these two later poems can definitely show that Tang Fengshi is tens of thousands of times stronger than him.

Because, today's three masterpieces handed down by Tang Feng are all poems made from a glass of wine.

"Such poetic talent, I am afraid that only Shuntian Confucian No. 1 can surpass him."

Shen Lin's heart was bitter, he was proud and arrogant, he had only lost once in his life, but that time he was convinced, because the opponent was Shuntian Confucianism No.

However, today, he lost for the second time, and the person who won him this time was an idiot dude who was rated as the best and the worst.

"I am a desolate Confucian cultivator, and I am definitely not the generation of Penghao!" Tang Feng looked at Shen Lin, his eyes were deep, without a trace of waves, but there was a kind of enchanting magic power.

Shen Lin felt an unprecedented setback, but he was still not reconciled.Coughing blood, he staggered to Tang Feng's side, and said with a sneer in Tang Feng's ear:

"So what if poetry is better than mine? Don't you want to be forced to marry and become a caged bird in the palace? Right, my son-in-law?"

After finishing speaking, he flung his sleeves away, and the aura of the first-grade pulse state around him forced the 180 desolate Confucian statues to back away from both sides, making way for him.

Tang Feng looked at Shen Lin's back and didn't care. To him, Shen Lin was just a prey now, a nourishment for his spiritual veins.

The context around the body expels a lot of impurities, and at the same time dissolves most of the hostility in his heart. At this moment, he feels sticky and uncomfortable.

"Let's go, Sister Wan." Tang Feng nodded to Xu Wan, indicating that he could go back to the Desolate Palace.

"Your Highness..." Ning Xiaomei called out in a low voice, but she didn't have the courage to say anything more.

Tang Feng, who had already walked to the gate, turned his head, showed a warm smile, and said, "In the future, I will tell you the ending later."

When Tang Feng walked out of the Shuiyue Pavilion, Kang Juming realized it, rushed to the street first, and knelt down to the place where Tang Feng left.

"Confucianism cultivator Kang Juming, send it off to His Royal Highness."

Not only Kang Juming, but also the other desolate Confucianism cultivators, without exception, knelt down half of the Wutong Street outside the Shuiyue Pavilion, with respectful expressions.

On Wutong Street, 180 congratulations were sent off, and 180 Confucian monks knelt down.

(End of this chapter)