"Junior brother, you really want to go up." Linghu Chong was stunned when he saw Yue Feng put down Shu Qi and walked forward. He quickly shouted.

Yue Feng nodded very seriously and continued to move forward. As he stepped forward, everyone unconsciously gave up a path and let him go. The reason was that one was that his appearance was indeed extraordinary, and the other was that the extremely confident temperament was revealed on his body, which made people unable to help but retreat.

As soon as he walked out of the audience, Yue Feng had already attracted the attention of many people, especially those girls, who couldn't help but appear in his eyes when he looked at him. In contrast, he also became the object of hatred by the young men.

Yue Feng unconsciously felt nervous, as if he was going to the podium alone in college in his previous life. Moreover, some sweat broke out in his palms. After taking a few deep breaths, Yue Feng relaxed a little. At this time, he had already experienced many things and would not be as timid as before. Since he had made up his mind, there was no reason to retreat. After he hesitating for a moment, he stepped towards the stage.

"Senior Brother, it's not right. Where is Senior Brother Feng going?" Lu Houer saw that Yue Feng did not guess riddles from the stage, but walked towards the stage. He was slightly surprised and pulled Linghu Chong and whispered: "It's not that you just guess riddles from the stage, just in the stage, how did he get up? Could it be that he wants to match the pair?"

Linghu Chong was also slightly stunned and looked up. But he saw Yue Feng say a few words to the old man, and the old man's face changed slightly. Then, he greeted the rest of the people, and several famous scholars on the stage also surrounded him.

"It's not like, I think my junior brother wants to write poetry." Linghu Chong hesitated for a moment and said, "But I seem to have never seen him write. Could it be that he really knows it?"

"Writing poetry, can't you?" Lu Houer's face changed slightly, and she said, "Senior brother, why don't we go away quickly. Otherwise, he will be knocked off the stage later, and we will also be embarrassed together."

Thinking of the cancellation of those scenes that were pointed at by a group of people, Linghu Chong's face couldn't help but look a little ugly.

In fact, he had no confidence in Yue Feng at all. After all, after being together for more than ten years, he had never seen Yue Feng write any poems. If Yue Feng suddenly knew how to write poems, Linghu Chong would not believe anything.

After pondering for a while, Linghu Chong whispered: "Then you are ready first. When we see that the situation is wrong, we will leave immediately. By the way, let me say to the other junior brothers and let them all be prepared."

"What should I do with the senior brother?" Lu Houer hesitated and said, "Let's just ignore him?"

"What do he do?" Linghu Chong curled his lips and said, "Don't look like he looks so handsome, he was deceived by him. In fact, he is the most cunning among us. Over the years, have you suffered less losses in his hands?" When Linghu Chong said this, he said even lower, and then continued, "When something happens later, he will definitely be the first to run away and leave us all here."

Lu Houer's eyes flashed. Linghu Chong dared to arrange ill-mouthed Yue Feng's words behind his back, but he didn't have the courage. Lu Houer followed Linghu Chong's instructions and just wanted everyone to prepare, but he left and asked, "The master's wife and junior sister, we don't care."

"You can't do it." Linghu Chong's face slightly, and he hurriedly looked at Yue Buqun and his wife. They looked at Yue Feng with a serious expression, as if they really believed that Yue Feng could make a good work. Linghu Chong shook his head and said, "We don't care about the master's wife. Others dare not underestimate their identities at first sight, so how could they cancel them? As for the junior sister, she and your senior brother are the same habit. Although she was the most happy just now, she would definitely run slowly than you later. I didn't see her eyes rolling around, so I guess she had already decided to retreat. But don't be anxious, I may be able to get a pot of peony later."

Lu Houer was stunned when he heard this. He didn't know why Linghu Chong suddenly became confident in Yue Feng. After a little thought, Lu Houer hesitated a little. After all, although he had been in the Huashan Sect for nearly ten years, he really didn't know much about Yue Feng.

At this time, Yue Feng was standing on the stage and holding the pen. After just writing the word "peony", a hesitant expression appeared on his face. Five or six poems about peony flashed in his mind, but he didn't know where to start. In fact, there was no pressure in his heart to plagiarize Yue Feng, but he didn't know which one was more appropriate to write it.

"Why, I can't write it out. If I can't write it out, I'll go down early so as not to delay our time." The person who spoke was a middle-aged man with a long beard and a sloppy face. His clothes were stained with a lot of oil. In Yue Feng's heart, the other party was a typical representative of unhygienic, but in the society at that time, this was a manifestation of the romanticism of famous scholars. Of course, the so-called symbol of famous scholars was only for those with knowledge. If they were ordinary people, they would have been regarded as beggars.

This man spoke the most mean. Yue Feng began to sarcastically when he had just come on stage. At this time, when he saw Yue Feng pondering, he couldn't help but speak again.

"Brother Zhang, why are you anxious?" At this time, another man began to rescue him: "This little brother is just thinking about it for a while. Maybe a good masterpiece will be released later. Let's wait patiently."

"Brother Wu said that." The sloppy man named Zhang bowed his hand and responded, his face still full of disdain. In fact, he was a little nervous, afraid that Yue Feng would write a good screen. It turned out that these people would agree to be invited, and they also took a fancy to the ten pots of superb peonies.

There were ten people in total, and there were ten pots of peonies. Once a pot was taken by others, one of them would come back empty-handed. However, he liked peonies the most, so he was never willing to be able to write good poems and take away the peonies.

As for the others, they also had the same thoughts, so whenever someone wrote a poem, they would try their best to belittle them. Of course, if they really made a masterpiece, these people would have nothing to say. After all, they were not those villains who thought they were pursuing, and they had to speak with some conscience.

Listening to the man's sarcasm, Yue Feng finally decided not to hesitate anymore, so he started writing a poem in his memory in his previous life.

He had just written a sentence, and the person named Wu next to him couldn't help but start chanting.

"Several red clouds are quiet and do not fly, and they are filled with fragrance and drunken spring sunshine. I know how much rain and dew in the East Emperor are, and I have given a breeze in front of the wind last night."

This poem was originally a work by the Ming Dynasty poet Feng Zhuan. Unfortunately, in this world, there is no such person as Feng Zhuan, and even in the future, he will never have it. And these short twenty-eight characters can be said to be a gem of every word, and it complements Yue Feng's fairly decent regular script, which complements each other.

After these twenty-eight words came out, everyone on the stage couldn't help but feel silent. When Yue Feng was a little nervous, everyone began to join forces to cheer. They kept analyzing from various aspects such as the artistic conception and rhythm of words, and Yue Feng didn't understand anything.

Immediately afterwards, his poem reached everyone's ears, and everyone couldn't help but start commenting on the poem written by Yue Feng.

"Brother is so amazing." At this time, Yue Lingshan also guessed that Yue Feng must have written a masterpiece, and she couldn't help but be happy, as if the poem was written by herself.

In a moment, this poem had already reached Yue Buqun's ears. Yue Buqun slowly read the whole poem one by one, and his face was shocked and he could not calm down for a long time. He originally thought that even if Yue Feng could write, he would only write a very ordinary poem at most, but he did not expect to write such a good poem.

"I didn't expect Feng'er to have this ability." Ning Zhongze couldn't help but be filled with joy when he heard it, and said, "I don't know how much he wants to hide from us."

"Yes, it seems that we can find something for him in the future." A sigh flashed across Yue Buqun's face and said, "If you need poetry and songs in the future, you can hand it over to him in the future."

"Why, Senior Brother, you are jealous." Ning Zhongze looked at Yue Buqun's expression and said, "I want me to tell you that Feng'er is worse than you. Moreover, judging from his appearance, he was just a moment of temptation when he went up. I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to write poetry in the future."

Yue Buqun couldn't help but smile bitterly, but stopped talking.

At this time, after Yue Feng finished writing the poem, he finally wrote the four words "Huashan Yuefeng", and then handed over the poem to others on the stage and let them evaluate it.

"In the past, Bai Letian had a poem saying, "The red peony on the steps is melancholy, and there are only two branches left in the evening. The wind blows all over the Ming Dynasty, and the red ones are declining at night. I think this poem is not bad at all. It is actually a rare masterpiece that describes peony, which can be passed down through the ages." Soon, a person praised.

"It's extremely high, especially the sentence "I'm so full of fragrance and drunkenness of spring sunshine" is really amazing."

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Yue Feng no longer cared about what they were saying, and he couldn't quite understand anyway. He just looked at the ten pots of peonies, not knowing which one to choose.

But the old man looked at the signature left by Yue Feng, his face was full of strange colors. After a while, he spoke: "It turns out that it is the Young Master Yue of the Huashan Sect, who has been admired for a long time. Come here, please send the pot of flowers to Young Master Yue."

Yue Feng was slightly stunned, but saw a woman walking up to the stage and taking out a pot of ten pots of peonies. There are seven red flowers on this pot of flowers, each growing very evenly, and the location distribution is even more meaningful. From a distance, it looks like a red cloud. Even the stamens in the middle are not white, yellow or light yellow like ordinary peonies, but pink. They are actually an anomaly among peonies. No wonder they can be called a masterpiece.

Just as Yue Feng was about to change a pot, he suddenly remembered the poem he had just written. The poem said, "A few red clouds are quiet and do not fly." No wonder people misunderstood that he liked this pot. In fact, what he liked more was a pot of pure white peony. Yue Feng had no choice but to take the pot of flowers and walked off the stage.

He had just stepped down and walked a few steps, but was suddenly surrounded by a group of young women. It turned out that they saw Yue Feng being young and had a very outstanding appearance. What is more valuable is his extraordinary literary talent. Therefore, as soon as he saw him come down, he gathered in the audience and blocked his way.

Yue Feng couldn't help but be slightly shocked and wanted to turn around and walk other roads. But suddenly he saw the crowd in chaos. Then a group of male disciples from the Huashan Sect rushed over. Then his was grabbed by Yue Lingshan, and Yue Lingshan shouted: "Brother, come here."

It turned out that Linghu Chong was about to slip away with the disciples of Huashan, but he didn't expect that Yue Feng had really written a good poem and got a pot of superb peony. He quickly changed his mind and came to pick him up. In fact, thanks to them, otherwise Yue Feng would be unable to get out.

After rushing out of the crowd, Yue Feng breathed a sigh of relief and handed the peony flowers to Yue Lingshan. Everyone hurriedly watched the pot of peony flowers. Compared with the previous pot of peony, this pot was obviously much stronger. Although the previous pot of peony was also beautiful, it looked too gorgeous. On the contrary, although this pot was bright red, it was extremely natural. Compared with the two, the height was obviously distinguished.

"Brother, you know that my favorite thing is purple, but why did I get a red pot? No, I have to change it to another pot." Suddenly, Yue Lingshan spoke to Yue Feng with a frustration.

Yue Feng didn't know what he was thinking, and looked at him with a smile. Yue Lingshan was slightly stunned and looked down, but found that although the clothes she was wearing outside were purple, the inner clothes were red. If she didn't like red, she wouldn't be wearing red.

Soon, Yue Lingshan's eyes flashed, and suddenly pointed to the distance and spoke, "Brother, listen, they actually said that your poem was copied, not written by themselves. Go quickly and write a few poems to let them see your skills."

After listening carefully, Yue Feng found that someone was angry that he wrote a good poem and was sarcastic. Especially the famous scholar named Zhang who had previously mocked him, he responded to the stage regardless of his demeanor, but he would not care about what these people said.

"Feng'er, even so, why don't you write two poems up there?" Ning Zhongze, who was on the side, suddenly looked at Yue Feng and said, "I see that the light yellow peony is very good, so you can go up and take it down for me."

Yue Feng's face couldn't help but feel a little bitter, but when he looked at Ning Zhongze's expression full of expectation, he finally softened. Anyway, it's better to make the limelight a little bigger. Moreover, there are a few poems about peonies in his memory, which is better to write them all. In addition, he really thought about these peonies, and it would be a waste if he missed this opportunity.

After hesitating for a moment, Yue Feng spoke decisively: "Okay, let's see if I'll empty all the flowers on it. Senior brother, Liu Houer, Ling Shan, Gao Genming, well, there are other people, you all follow me and I will stop the people around you at that time."

"Senior brother, and I, I want that one to have two flowers." Then, Shu Qi also pulled him and said. The pot of flowers he was referring to was one red and one blue, which was a kind of flower called "Erqiao". However, this pot of flowers is more special, but in terms of petals and size, it is much better than other flowers.

"Okay, go together." Yue Feng nodded and said, "But you have to help me stop people, don't let them get me entangled. Otherwise, I will settle the score with you when I go back." Yue Feng warned everyone again and walked towards the stage again, while Linghu Chong and the others hurried up to help open the road.

After a moment, Yue Feng arrived on the stage again. As soon as he got up, he caused a lot of sensation. The women in the audience were stopped by Linghu Chong and the others and could not get close to each other. At this time, they seized the opportunity and threw the handkerchief or sachet on me, and made a sound of noise.

Fortunately, Yue Feng had good martial arts skills and excellent body skills, so he easily avoided them. However, those "famous scholars" were not as lucky as they were, but they were hit by them. They had to curse them secretly, but there was no way. In this way, the stage and the stage suddenly became a mess.

"Everyone is quiet." At this moment, the fat old man said, "Young Master Yue has come up again. I think there must be another masterpiece. Everyone should sit down quickly and see what Young Master Yue will do." After he finished speaking, a servant from the audience helped to dissuade him. But it took a long time before he completely calmed down.

"Young Master Yue, I wonder if you have other masterpieces, so I want to come and try it out." Of course, his words were just polite. After all, even Li Bai, who had "hundred poems on wine and wine", could not write several famous works in a row without any preparation.

With Yue Feng's previous song, it is naturally difficult to deal with the rest of the things that are far away. As for others, they already have pearls and jade in front of them, so how dare they take action easily. In this way, it is a blessing that they can leave all other excellent peonies. Relatively speaking, the pot that was taken away is not that important.

However, before Yue Feng could speak, Shu Qi, who had been quiet in his arms, shouted: "Yes, my senior brother said he would empty all the peonies here."

"Hmph, boy talks nonsense." The famous man named Zhang suddenly showed resentment on his face and said, "We have copied a poem from somewhere before. We have never seen it before. How dare we continue to speak wildly now?"

"Haha, Mr. Zhang was joking." The fat old man first opened a look of Zhang with great dissatisfaction, and then said to Yue Feng with a smile on his face: "Young Master Yue, can you really have another masterpiece?"

The famous scholar Zhang snorted dissatisfiedly, but did not speak. After all, the old man was the owner of Zhang Jiayuan. If he wanted to get the best peony, the key was to rely on the distribution of the old man, not to mention that the number of peony at this time was not enough.

Yue Feng had just tried to seize the flowers before, but when he heard the words of Zhang Mingshi, he had a little bit of loyalty to fight with him. He nodded, put Shu Qi on the ground, picked up the pen and started writing on the paper.

"Moro's Western Regions were made of time, and the cherry blossoms in the East China Sea were fragrant. After reading the world of spring, peonies were the king of flowers in the past." This poem was written by Wang Guowei in the late Qing Dynasty, and was much stronger than the previous one. The cherry blossoms in it were not long since they were introduced from abroad. Therefore, they were already planted on the Central Plains at this time, but they were mainly gathered in the east. However, those with a little knowledge also knew the existence of cherry blossoms. As soon as this poem was released, it ushered in waves of noise and praise.

After writing this poem, Yue Feng still did not stop and continued to start writing.

"The fragrance of Grain Rain shook for three dynasties, and the light shone even more. The snow and frost experienced all the souls, and the spring breeze spitted two Qiaos in one night."

"It's like a light rain that is close to the steps, and the peony is naturally different with its stamens. It's even better to wait for the spring to be beautiful and the flowers bloom and the fragrance fills the new house."

"The peony flowers in spring sprout in the wind. The fragrance of heaven is coming, and we will come to my house today."

"Watching the water and looking at the end of the sky, the geese come again in the sky. The spring breeze blows green in the rain, so the peonies bloom first."

The next four poems come from Tang Xianzu's Peony Pavilion. Yue Feng still remembers that there was an article about the Peony Pavilion in the high school Chinese textbook. The corresponding review materials include some poems from the Peony Pavilion. Yue Feng was moved at the time and memorized them all, but it came in handy at this time.

After writing the five poems, Yue Feng couldn't help but feel a little exhausted. After pondering for a long time, he thought of another poem and planned to continue writing. But suddenly he heard a voice coming from his ears: "Young Master Yue shows mercy."

Yue Feng looked up and saw the fat old man looking at him with a bitter face. Yue Feng calmed down and passed on all five poems, while he took the disciples of Huashan to choose peonies.

In a moment, five pots of peony flowers were already selected. As a result, more than half of the ten pots of the best peony were taken away by Yue Feng. A dozen Huashan disciples gathered together and looked at the group of people staring at the stage, and couldn't help but feel a little anxious. After all, although they knew martial arts, they dared not use them at will again. Facing so many people, they were all a little scared.

"Roar forward." After a long time, Linghu Chong called the order and surrounded the five disciples holding the peony flowers in the middle, and Yue Feng stood in the innermost with Shu Qi in his arms. After giving the order, everyone rushed towards Yue Buqun.

However, there were already preparations under the platform, and a group of girls surrounded him in front. Fortunately, everyone in the Huashan Sect was very loyal and stopped them, and they could not get into Yue Feng. Especially Yue Lingshan, seeing that the rest of the Huashan Sect were all men, and it was difficult to do it, he took the initiative to rush in front and open the way unscrupulously.

But even so, it still couldn't stop these people's enthusiasm, and handkerchiefs and sachets hit Yue Feng. In a moment, even embroidered shoes, earrings, hairpins and other things flew over, and there was even a tube top.

"Junior brother, we sent it." At this moment, Linghu Chong spoke very depressedly. He saw a gold bracelet in his hand, probably half a pound. This poem was slightly red and swollen on his head, obviously he was hit by the bracelet. Fortunately, he had good martial arts skills, and although he was hit, there was nothing big.

Yue Feng was sweating profusely at this time, but he had no choice but to continue to work hard to dodge.

Unfortunately, one wave has not yet subsided, and another wave has risen again. When Yue Feng and others were trying to rush out, they suddenly heard a young man's voice shouting: "Brothers, let's go up and smash it."

As soon as the words were finished, a group of people heard the caterpence of them. Then, another pile of things were thrown over. This time, the things that were still here were no longer handkerchiefs and sachets, but also things like tiles and tables.

It turned out that almost all the young women came to surround Yue Feng, and only the young men were left below the stage. These people were not good at saying anything because of Yue Feng's extraordinary literary talent, but at this time they were both jealous and hated, and they all came to try to revenge. However, in this way, the women who surrounded him had to push away a little, for fear of accidentally being affected by the fish. Yue Feng and others were more likely to go out.

At this time, the Huahui, which was originally very lively, was completely disrupted in an instant, and instead became a review meeting for Yue Feng and others. Yue Buqun and his wife were waiting for Yue Feng and others at first, but when they saw the scene later, they were shocked and quickly got up and left first.

Yue Feng hid for a while and then gradually relaxed. When he saw something like bricks, he waved his hand and threw it to the ground to avoid dirtying his clothes. As for things like sachets and handkerchiefs, he could hit him, and it didn't hurt anyway.

Suddenly, a pink thing flew from a distance, and the speed was very fast. It seemed that the person who took action was still possessing some internal strength. Yue Feng looked carefully and found that it was a sachet, so he didn't care.

The pink sachet flew from a distance and hit Yue Feng's head. Suddenly, Yue Feng heard a "touch" sound, as if something had broken. Then, a sticky thing was left from the top of his head, and Yue Feng's face was covered with stickyness.
To be continued...