infinite power system

Chapter 9 Return, Poetry Club

1 two heads.Ji Haoyue is a smart person, and immediately understood who Tang Feng was referring to, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, senior, it's a trivial matter."

Tang Feng took a sip of his drink, smiled and said nothing, and returned to the banquet.

Liu Chuanzhi didn't know the real situation yet, Wang Yan was sneering: "Brother Hua, it would be too unwise for you to fight against us for an ordinary person."

"Hehe, Tang Feng, it's just a mortal. Brother Hua has a good heart, but Brother Haoyue has a firm heart, and he will definitely not allow a mortal to cross the line." Liu Changzhi was in a happy mood.

The two sang together, their eyes were full of sarcasm, and they looked at Tang Feng coldly, as if Tang Feng had already relied on the dead body.

Ji Haoyue also returned to the banquet at this time, Liu and Wang hurriedly apologized, and said: "Brother Haoyue is very energetic, I believe he will not allow a mortal..."

However, before the words were finished, Ji Haoyue shouted coldly: "Shut up, ignorant people, what a disappointment!"

Liu Changzhi and Wang Yan were stunned, why did Ji Haoyue's attitude change?
Hua Yunfei looked at Tang Feng, who was smiling slightly, and secretly thought that he was indeed a powerful senior. Even Ji Haoyue, who is a divine body, was able to tidy up submissively, admiring him.

The rest of the young men, Jie, became more and more in awe of Tang Feng, and looked at Liu and Wang who hadn't figured out the situation with pity.

"You treat human life like nothing. It can be seen that the heart of Dao has been possessed by demons. Today I will eliminate harm for the Dao system of the world."

Ji Haoyue said in a cold voice, but a bright moon had already risen from behind him, accompanied by the sound of roaring waves.

The vision, the moon rises from the sea.

"It's just a humble mortal, brother Haoyue, you can't..." Wang Yan didn't feel that there was anything wrong with her before she died, but looked at Tang Feng with extreme hatred.

boom.

As the bright moon turned, the two of Liu and Wang instantly turned into fly ash.

Tang Feng watched all this calmly, without any disturbance in his heart.These two despised human life and should have been killed.

"Haoyue is here, toast Brother Tang."

With a flick of Ji Haoyue's sleeve robe, the dust that Liu and Wang turned into was scattered with the wind, and many outstanding people present were terrified. Then when they thought of Ji Haoyue's attitude towards Tang Feng, they couldn't help but respect Tang Feng to the extreme.

"You are welcome, it is a great honor for Tang Feng to be able to drink with you here."

Tang Feng stood up, with his left hand behind his back, and his right hand holding the wine bottle high. He was dressed in a light white dress, and there seemed to be an immortal breath flowing invisibly!
"Drip, the reward is over, the return channel has been constructed, and the return journey is about to begin."

When the mechanical sound of the system sounded, Tang Feng felt a little regretful, but he was not depressed. He only hoped that he would have the opportunity to come to this world again. He would personally protect An Miaoyi and take An Miaoyi to see the whole world. bustling.

With a flash of white light, Tang Feng disappeared.

"This... really is the great power of the senior!"

Hua Yunfei, Ji Haoyue and a group of outstanding people were astonished, Ye Fan and Ji Haoyue were also shocked, wondering if Tang Feng is really a fairy?
It's a pity that Tang Feng has already returned to the house, so he can't pretend anymore.

"I hope there is a chance."

Tang Feng sighed softly. The ending of An Miaoyi in the original book was too bleak, which touched the heartstrings of many readers. Now that he has this ability, he must change this tragedy and promise An Miaoyi a beautiful life.

After resting for a while, when Tang Feng pushed the door out again, it was already noon the next day.

"Hey, is it so lively?"

Looking at the maids and servants in the desolate palace are busy, and the palace is also dressed up solemnly, Tang Feng can't help but wonder, what kind of day is this coming?

"Yo, Your Royal Highness, you showed up. The door was locked all the time. I thought Jinwu Zangjiao was busy."

Xue Wenjin's feather fan and scarf showed an increasingly bookish look, but his gaze towards Tang Feng was very cold.

"His Royal Highness, go and play with those Yingyingyanyans. Today is the day of ancestor worship in Chongyang, and I don't have time to play with you."

Xue Wenjin sneered, and while the fan was shaking, he passed Tang Feng.

However, when intertwined with Tang Feng, Xue Wenjin teased:

"His Royal Highness, today's climb is very lively on Fuyao Mountain. If you are interested, you can also go to have fun."

Tang Feng frowned, looking at Xue Wenjin's back, his eyes were filled with frost.

"Oh, I forgot one thing. Today is the Fuyao Poetry Club. Scholars from the entire desolate city will go to Fuyao Mountain. His Royal Highness has no ink, but it is not suitable to go to Fuyao Mountain. After all, he will not be able to write poems at that time. But it's embarrassing."

Before leaving, Xue Wenjin deliberately turned around again, making an exaggerated expression, trying to humiliate Tang Feng.

The servants who passed by Tang Feng also covered their mouths and smiled. This His Royal Highness is known as an idiot. Although he has a good skin, he can't be good at writing. Although he has shown something in his practice in recent days, his writing Cifu is not something that can be developed by surprise. Without more than ten years of long-term training, it is impossible to write good poems.

"Poems and articles?"

Tang Feng shook his head with a smile. Although the Yunqin Empire established the country with force and advocated force, the line of literati has never declined. On the contrary, there is a faint tendency to overwhelm martial practitioners.

The reason is also very simple, there are too many legends left by Confucianism and Taoism in this world.

To a certain extent, literati are able to enter Taoism through writing and achieve something, and they are often more terrifying than practitioners of other schools of the same realm, because they can reach the terrifying level of speaking out the Dharma and forming a world of their own.

There is no doubt that Xue Wenjin is a Confucian and Taoist monk.

Tang Feng is not interested in these things. Although Xue Wenjin has provoked him many times, the future is long, and he has plenty of opportunities to teach this person a lesson.

Back in the house, Tang Feng continued to practice the Heaven Swallowing Devil Art, which was a legacy left by the ruthless man, and it was extremely terrifying. If Hua Yunfei hadn't fully mastered it, he might not have lost to Ye Fan.

"puff."

Tang Feng's complexion turned pale, and a mouthful of blood spewed out, but the practice was too hasty and hurt his blood.

"The spiritual vein is too weak, and the kung fu is too strong, so I can't make progress."

After sighing, Tang Feng picked up his pen and ink.Anyway, I can't practice now, so it's good to write poems to pass the time.

Moreover, today happened to be the Double Ninth Festival, and he also had melancholy in his heart, and he felt longing for the earth.

Fortunately, although the original owner did not write well, his calligraphy was outstanding. After splashing a lot of ink, there was a poem on the rice paper that was as good as it was written.

Who will remember each other in the late autumn, and the leaves are rustling.The country is far away.Liuqu Pingshan and Mengyao.

When the time is good, I cherish the scenery farewell, not for climbing.I just feel fascinated.When the geese return home, they are even more lonely.

The rice paper inscription is only a simple two characters - Tang Feng.

Cursing his lips, he added a lyrics at the beginning - "Picking Mulberry Nine Days". Only then was Tang Feng satisfied, and went to bed.

On Fuyao Mountain, the lights are brilliant.

Tang Feng didn't notice that a black shadow entered his room silently.

(End of this chapter)