"Mo Wuyou, don't bully people too much. Our thousands of families are not easy to mess with!"

The young man said coldly.

Mo Wuyou frowned, thought for a while, then leaned over and whispered: "Wanlin, why not do this. I'll take a deal with you. If you give us the location here, everything will be fine, but if you don't let it go, I will tell your father about raising a woman in Zuixianlou!"

"You..." The young man named Wan Lin suddenly looked extremely embarrassed, staring at Mo Wuyou coldly, "Mo Wuyou, dare you threaten me?"

"It's not a threat! But it's just a deal. I heard that your father has high expectations for you. I think you shouldn't let him down!"

Wan Lin stared at him coldly for a while, gritted his teeth and said, "Mo Wuyou, you are cruel, remember it for me, I've recorded this matter!"

Mo Wuyou laughed and said, "So, thank you, haha, Brother Liu, come, you line up in front of me!"

As he said that, he stood directly in front of Wan Lin. Wan Lin had a gloomy face and said nothing.

Han Yang also walked directly to Mo Wuyou and became the first person in the team.

Although the people behind were a little angry, they knew that they could not afford to offend Mo Wuyou, so they dared not speak out.

Mo Wuyou said to Han Yang: "Brother Liu, you can go up later and see what the specific assessment method is for this level. Let me tell you after you come out so that I can be prepared!"

"Don't worry!"

Han Yang nodded and said lightly.

Soon, the person in front ended the assessment. Judging from his happy appearance, it was obvious that he had passed this level of assessment. After all, among so many people, there are also a few people who like to read.

It was Han Yang's turn. Han Yang walked over and stood in front of the table. He saw that there were nine wooden signs on the table in turn.

Seeing this, he frowned slightly. The old man behind the desk looked at him and said, "There are some words engraved behind these nine wooden signs. You must write a poem within one minute based on these words, even if you pass!"

"Writing a poem?"

Han Yang's face suddenly changed, and a few strange looks flashed in his eyes. No wonder many people ahead were frowning. This test is indeed a bit difficult. If you write a poem within a minute, let alone him, I'm afraid even many talented people may not be able to do it! Xiao Jian actually made such a question, and I don't know if he was deliberately trying to make things difficult for these martial arts practitioners.

However, he was not worried much. After all, as a Chinese from the earth, the children of Yan and Huang, the poems and songs had long turned into blood and flowed in his body. What's more, as the saying goes, if you read 300 Tang poems well, you will even recite them if you can't write poems.

At worst, he would have brought a poem directly, and there should be no problem. I believe that this old man would definitely not know about the poems on Earth.

He immediately nodded with a smile, then pointed to a wooden sign. The old man flipped up the wooden sign. Han Yang saw that the words Xuemei were written on it.

The old man put down the wooden sign, looked at him with a smile, and said, "You need to write a poem with the words "Snow and Plum". It takes one minute to start now!"

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Han Yang's mouth. This was so pediatric for him. In Chinese history, there are countless poems about plum blossoms.

However, he has not read much, and now he can remember not much, but only Lin Fu's poem "Little Plum in the Mountain Garden" is particularly clear, because the year he took the college entrance examination, he happened to take the poem.

So he remembers it very clearly.

In addition, after becoming a cultivator, his memory is also very outstanding. He can recall many things and think of details.

He immediately recited the poem.

"The fragrances fall and the beauty of the alone, and take full advantage of the charm towards the small garden.

The sparse shadows slant the water clear and shallow, and the faint fragrance floats at dusk.

The frost bird wants to fall and steals his eyes first, while the pink butterfly knows that it has broken his soul.

Fortunately, there are slight chants to be with each other, so there is no need to share a golden cup with sandalwood boards."

His voice was neither slow nor slow, but when he finished reciting, he saw that the old man behind the desk was already intoxicated, with a strong shock on his face, and he kept muttering two of them.

"The sparse shadows slant across the water, and the faint fragrance floats at dusk!"

"Okay, OK, these two sentences are amazing. Who are you, can you make such a masterpiece?"

The old man looked up and looked at him in surprise and asked.

Han Yang smiled and clasped his fists and said, "Mr. Hui, younger generation Liu Yongfei, third-class family members Liu's family!"

"Liu Yongfei, Liu Yongfei!"

The old man muttered for a moment, suddenly his face changed and he shouted: "Can you be the one who has been in the imperial city these days, and you have passed the blood tower and entered the prince's command Liu Yongfei!"

"It's right down!"

Han Yangdao.

The old man laughed, looked at him, nodded repeatedly, and said, "Your Highness, the prince is so wise. Not only is your cultivation superman, but your literary talent is also so outstanding. I believe that in the future, you will be able to soar into the sky and soar in the sky!"

"Thank you for your kind words!"

Han Yang smiled and said in his heart that he was just using it as a philosopher. Otherwise, it would be extremely difficult to write a poem out of thin air.

The old man stood up, took out a token, handed it to him personally, and said, "Your poem is a masterpiece. I believe it will be spread in the future. I wonder if this poem has a name?"

Han Yang said, "This poem is called Xiaomei in the Mountain Garden!"

"Small plums in the mountain garden, small plums in the mountain garden, haha, what a small plum in the mountain garden, wonderful, wonderful!"

The old man looked happy, "Young Master Liu is so talented. In the future, if you have the chance, go to my husband's place to sit!"

"Self-visit!"

Han Yang smiled and said, "Sir, I will leave first!"

After he finished speaking, he quickly left.

The previous words were all polite words. He didn't want to have any interaction with this old man. He didn't have any literary talent. He just borrowed a poem, let alone, what if he had outstanding literary talent?

This world is not the world of scholars, but the world of fists! I don’t know what is Xiao Jian’s intention to set up such a test?

The people behind were surprised to see Han Yang actually got the token. You know, there were only two people who had tested so many times before, not Han Yang, but only two people who got the token.
Chapter completed!