Lord of the Star Ocean

"To be a hero in life, to be a ghost in death, to this day I think of Yan Yu, and a sword strikes the emperor!"

Mr. Yu drank three glasses of fine wine in a row, and the joy on his face continued unabated. He didn't care about others, he threw down the wine glass and clapped his hands and chanted.

Diva Wan'er's beautiful eyes flickered, and she looked at Nie Feng with a look of surprise. She never thought that a young martial artist from the market would have such an outstanding literary talent, and write a masterpiece that could be passed down through the ages.

Live as a hero, die as a ghost!

Even though she was not a man, she still felt excited when she heard it. Thinking of the peerless demeanor of Yan Yu who entered Qin Palace alone thousands of years ago, one can't help feeling excited.

This poem compares all other poems that praise and pay homage to Yan Yu!

So is it really created by Nie Feng?

Wan'er couldn't believe it, but if it was true, then there would be no suspense about the outcome of the bet tonight, and I'm afraid no one would be able to write better poems.

In this way, does her whole life fall on Nie Feng?

She stared blankly at Nie Feng, her pretty face flushed with shock, looking extraordinarily charming.

Seeing this scene, the other guests present felt jealous and sour in their hearts. Unexpectedly, they worked so hard to express themselves in front of Mr. Yu, but Nie Feng stole all the limelight in the end.

Even the beauty belongs to Nie Feng!

"impossible!"

Suddenly, a gnashing of teeth sounded from inside the painting boat, and Fang Wuhui's face was flushed and he roared ferociously: "Nie Feng, you can't have written this poem, where did you copy it from!"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.

Young Master Yu woke up, his face changed suddenly!

"absurd!"

Before Nie Feng could answer, he yelled at Fang Wuhui angrily: "Such a good poem, and it commemorates Duke Wu of Yan. If it was written by someone else, how could I not have read it?"

"This poem is dignified, dignified, and powerful, and it is an imposing and dignified work. If it wasn't written by Nie Feng, who would hide it? It has already been famous in Xinghai. Since you said he was born in the market, who can he copy from?"

Fang Wuhui was speechless.

He was really over-stimulated, so jealous and hated that he lost his head, questioning Nie Feng on the spot didn't mean he was slapping Young Master Yu in the face, doubting the latter's ability to judge?

Thinking of the consequences of offending Mr. Yu, his face turned from red to pale and pale: "I..."

"Get out!"

Fang Wuhui just opened his mouth to admit his mistake and apologize, but Mr. Yu waved his sleeve at him, and a sudden force slapped him silently, sending him flying from his seat.

Fang Wuhui possessed the strength of the top-level black iron cultivation base, but faced with Mr. Yu's random swipe, he had no ability to resist at all, and was directly photographed out of the painting boat, and fell heavily on the mud on the shore.

Everyone including Nie Feng felt awe-inspiring.

Mr. Yu doesn't have any star energy fluctuations on his body, he seems to be an ordinary person, but what he casually shows is at least the top silver cultivation level, and even the gold rank is very likely.

Nie Feng couldn't help thinking of Jin Xiangyu—Nanyuan City is also a place where dragons and tigers are hidden!

Mr. Yu looked indifferent, as if he had just swatted a fly away, he sat down again, raised his wine glass and said: "Everyone, don't let the disgusting thing off just now, how about we toast Nie Feng together?"

Who dares to say no?

Looking at Fang Wuhui's fate, once the news of today is spread, he will not be able to survive in Nanyuan City in the future, and he will no longer have any future in the family.

Those who realized this all rushed to toast to Nie Feng.

Such a scene made Nie Feng dumbfounded.

The Xinghai world regards martial arts as the most respected. Although Wen Dao has been passed down for thousands of years, it has not bred a brilliant civilization like the China of his previous life. The Wen Dao Confucianism in this world is also the way of practice.

So since the ancient Qin Dynasty, there have been many classics and poems handed down, not many can be called classics, at least there is no way to compare with Nie Feng's previous life.

Nie Feng never wanted to bring those famous works from his previous life to this world. Maybe he could copy a generation of literary giants and scholars in this world, but what is it compared to martial arts?

He didn't bother to use plagiarism to show off himself, even if no one could see through it, this time he was really cornered by Fang Wuhui, which was an angry and forced counterattack.

Unexpectedly, Young Master Yu's reaction was so exaggerated that it directly pushed him to a high position.

In this way, Nie Feng had to admit if he didn't recognize it, otherwise he would not only slap himself, but also slap Young Master Yu in the face.

Nie Feng is not so stupid yet.

Nie Feng silently apologized to Li Qingzhao in his heart, that she shouldn't have changed her masterpiece, then raised his wine glass and said, "Young Master Yu praised you absurdly, Nie Feng is ashamed, thank you all!"

Everyone drank it down.

After drinking this glass of wine, the atmosphere in the painting boat finally recovered a bit, but it couldn't be compared with before.

The guessing game continued, but basically everyone lost much interest. Those who guessed correctly all chose to drink three cups of wine as a penalty instead of reciting poems to make a correct answer.

There is no way to compare it, there is no way to compare it with Nie Feng's poems, so why bother to show it to others?

But Mr. Yu was very happy about this, because to be honest, the poems written by those people in front were not very good, and none of them could make him listen to them.

In fact, this is also very normal. Nanyuan City is a remote city on the wild immigrant star in the wild star field. It is similar to the land of exile. How can there be any literary talent!

Obtaining this song by Nie Feng is like finding a jewel in the sand, it is already a great surprise and satisfaction.

After noon, the feast is over.

The guests came in high spirits but returned in disappointment, they had to force a smile on the surface, not daring to lose their manners in front of Mr. Yu.

Nie Feng originally wanted to say goodbye with everyone, but in the end, Mr. Yu kept him alone.

He pointed at Wan'er and smiled, "The beauty you won is still there, so you want to leave?"

Wan'er's pretty face blushed, and she didn't dare to look down at Nie Feng.

Nie Feng clasped his fists and said solemnly: "Young Master Yu, a gentleman does not take what others like, forgive Nie Feng for not daring to accept it."

Mr. Yu was stunned for a moment, and said with a little displeasure: "What? Don't you think my family's Wan'er is not successful? In terms of talent and appearance, she is the best in my family, and she is still a virgin..."

"It's not disgusting..."

Nie Feng quickly explained: "Nie Feng is all about pursuing martial arts, and he doesn't want to delay Miss Wan'er's life."

Although this singer is extremely beautiful, given his current situation, it is really not suitable to take it home.

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