But she was right. The saint believed that their talents and appearance were of high quality. Most men were not attracted by the Dharma, so they are still virgins.

This may not be anything else, but it is rare in this Jingyue Palace.

Because many disciples in Jingyue Palace practice the method of double-breaking and have partners. However, the saint Zhao Jun has never been. She knows the method of double-breaking, but she looks down on others and is not in line with her appetite.

She has a strong talent and can achieve her level of cultivation for ordinary people. If she can assist in dual cultivation, she will be faster if she adds wings to her tiger. What’s more important is that when the man practices, she will be extremely energetic because Zhao Jun’s body is very human.

There is a secret that only she knows. She is born with a furnace and cauldron physique. It is the physique that countless men dream of. Because it will improve people's cultivation level more than ten times.

But she has a cleanliness obsession and is absolutely unacceptable for men who do not meet her appetite. This is known throughout Jingyue Palace.

"sixteen?"

At this moment, Zhao Jun's eyes flashed and suddenly chuckled, like an orchid blooming. In fact, he didn't have much feelings for Haotian in his heart, and he planned to ask something and kill him.

"Little brother? What kind of martial arts did you just perform? Your eyes will emit blue light. Who taught you?"

she asked.

Damn, I actually called me little brother? Take advantage of me?

I said, can I call you Damimi?

"No need to teach me, I know too many things, I can't count them! But I'm not talented in poetry, songs, and I'm proficient in everything."

To be honest, when you looked up close, Haotian exclaimed in his heart, numb, this girl looks like a fairy, her skin has no flaws, and it seems that it can pop up water. The most important thing is that the woman's facial features are really good, and her breasts seem to be very big.

Even in a white dress, she showed her slender figure, both big and small.

The rosy lips make people want to touch them, especially those pair of eyes, which are clear and vivid, with thin eyebrows, and the lights on their bodies, they are like a saint who dare not be ill-hearted.

Haotian has never seen such a beautiful woman. Compared with those beauties on earth, they really cannot be compared! This person seems to have no makeup.

Haotian couldn't help but sigh. Haotian remembered a poem for this emotion:

"The mouth is not lighted but contains the pill, the eyebrows are not painted but are green, the six palaces are pink and have no color, and I look back and smile with a charming smile. I didn't expect that there is such a beautiful woman in a rich and beautiful place."

Haotian had no other thoughts from the perspective of appreciation, because he liked Guo Ronger's small and beautiful woman, and did not like such arrogant beauty.

But as soon as this poem came out, Zhao Jun murmured to himself, the pink and dark colors of the six palaces were not colored, and he turned around and smiled and looked charming?

This, this poem...

Although Zhao Jun is the saint of Jingyue Palace and a genius master, she also likes the talented male Ren very much. Her eyes are full of surprise and shock!

"What a good poem, this is a good poem!" Zhao Jun was surprised. His heart, which was about to kill, calmed down a little, and she asked again, "Do you think you are copying the book? "

"Plainting? Joke, I, Long Hao, are born with talent every day, and can become a poem in three steps at the age of three. Do you still need to copy it?"

"I have never seen a person who has made a poem in three steps!" Zhao Jun's expression moved, and he really didn't believe it.

"Tsk tsk, if you don't believe it, don't think you can kill me if you are a land elephant, and you can't kill me."

Haotian knew that the girl in front of him was very strong, so he should be more stable. He thought about some ways to escape. But this woman likes poetry and songs and essays and male nuns? Hahaha, damn, if I brought out all the poems on the earth, I wonder if this woman would be stupid?

Haotian is actually a person who likes to tease beautiful women. After thinking about it, he said, "Why not do this? Let's bet, you say anything, I will recite a poem. If I say it, you will give me a king-level pill!"

With Haotian's current ability, although he cannot be killed, it is a bit difficult to defeat the person in front of him. However, extorting some things from this girl is also a gain. The king-level elixir is of great significance and has a great effect on improving Haotian's skills.

"Saint, don't believe him, he is fooling you! Three steps to Chengshi, who do you really think you are?" The female disciple said disdainfully.

She admitted that Haotian's talent is indeed very strong, but doing poetry is different from talent. It is not possible to have such talent if he has strong cultivation.

"I have a Feiling Pill here. After taking it, I can increase my skills for a month and prolong my life. I'll bet with you."

Who knew that Zhao Jun agreed. She liked people who were well-educated and had inner talents the most. On the contrary, she didn't care much about those martial arts talents. In other words, she liked talented men with a scholarly aura. But few people who practice martial arts have this kind of talent.

Because she was born in a scholarly family since she was a child and liked these things very much.

"You mean something, without three steps, I can write poems!"

"Bright moon!"

Zhao Jun suddenly pointed to the bright moon behind him, wanting to see if Haotian could do it. The people around him were also surprised. What about playing? Damn, he actually started reciting poems, and many people thought they were blind.

"Hahaha." Haotian laughed. Without the system, he would have many poems about Mingyue himself. If he encountered something he didn't know, just search it systematically, and it would be easy to do it.

"why are you laughing?"

“It’s so simple!”

At this time, Haotian looked up at the sky and suddenly recited a poem: "...The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. He looked up at the bright moon and thought of his hometown."

As soon as this poem was released, the whole scene was stunned.

They murmured to themselves that the poem was nothing at the beginning, but after careful consideration, the poems were very neat and very artistic, and they were simply amazing.

this……

And Zhao Jun trembled!

She remembered that when she was a child, when she was watching the bright moon in the sky in the courtyard, the bright moon in her hometown was very bright, and she was deeply impressed when she was a child. But for so many years, she rarely went back. As the saint of Jingyue Palace, there were many things, but she would miss her hometown, and as long as she missed her hometown, she would look at the bright moon in the sky at night.

She occasionally recited poems to tell her longing for love, but she had never heard such poems that corresponded to her heart, which made her slender fingers tremble constantly.

It seems that what Haotian is talking about is her state of mind.

Very wonderful!

Even she can't make such poems! The more she thinks about it, the more exquisite it becomes.

The female disciple next to him was also shocked. What a good poem, it is really a good poem! This bastard is so powerful? Is it true or false?

"Girl, there is actually another version of this poem."

"What is it? Come and listen?"

Haotian coughed twice, "This, this is not very good, the poems are too dirty."

"you say."

"Ahem... the bright moonlight in front of the bed, two pairs of shoes on the floor, a little couple, you are among them."

Haotian pointed to the female disciple next to him, and the female disciple was so angry that she smoked, "You disciple, you dare to scold me! Saint, he, he was such a bastard, must have been plagiarized, and it was definitely not a poem he wrote."

"liquor!"

Suddenly, Zhao Jun said another word.
Chapter completed!