Meng Haizhou and others all said that Li Youran was taking the opportunity to make things difficult for Jun Moye, and they all started to make a fuss. But they didn't know that what Li Youran said was the truth.

"Young Master You Ran is joking." Kong Lingyang's face darkened, and he was a little unhappy: "Young Master Jun may... have other things..., um, make achievements; but he has never been famous in the way of poetry, which is a bit unhappy..."

Someone laughed secretly. Although Confucius's words were extremely obscure, everyone could hear that the so-called "makes" of Jun Mo Xie, other aspects of "making achievements", were nothing more than the despicable things of brothels, dogs and cocks, bullying men and women. As for other places, what else can this kid make? Everyone praised in their hearts: Old Master is Old Master, and he is so elegant even to harm others.

"Confucius doesn't have to worry. Haha, if the noble student can't even argue with Jun Moye, why should I compete with Mr. Youran?" Meng Haizhou replied with a smile, but this sentence was that he would greatly defeat Confucius's army.

Kong Lingyang was so angry that he thought to himself that if my disciple whom I was so passionate about was not as good as that playboy, then I really wanted to have two ropes and two sets of things, so I had to wait for a moment. I didn't say anything anymore, waved my hand and appointed a disciple to fight, and sat down in depressedly.

"Little student Han Zhidong, ask Mr. Jun for advice." A young man stood up with a smile, bowed deeply from a distance, and then raised his head. A trace of disdain flashed slightly in his eyes.

"Well, there is no need to ask for advice. I will teach you two tricks when I have time to ensure that you can travel across the Lingwu Lake and show your strength. How can you demonstrate the mystery in public? Even if you don't mind, I still mind."

Jun Moye looked so good that he naturally saw the disdain in his eyes. He smiled, squeezed his eyes, and even gave him a shameless hat.

"Xiaosheng has always been clean, but Xiaosheng never goes to places like Lingwu Lake." Han Zhidong's voice was a little cold, and he felt a little contempt in his heart: It was indeed a big scum. He asked him for teaching knowledge, but he actually went to the journalism center in one sentence. Do you know that this is a place in public? It's really a disgrace!

"You haven't been to Lingwu Lake? Then where are you?" Jun Moye felt disgusted. You guys are not over yet. He shook his legs and said leisurely: "Oh, by the way, this young master has neglected. Seeing that Han Caizi's outfit is very shabby, I guess he can't afford to go to that place. It seems that if there is a need, he will hold a spear and plan in his heart. He will be in a siege in the room, swaying and majestic. He will kill hundreds of millions of soldiers and horses with one shot. Afterwards, he will only have to take a breath..."

What is this! Han Zhidong's fair and handsome face suddenly turned red like chicken blood, and his neck became thick in an instant... Master Jun's words seemed to be very elegant, and they were very imposing. Many of them were stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it carefully, they understood what this meant, and couldn't help laughing. This kid was so... bad!

For a moment, the hall was full of the obscene laughter that belonged to men, and could only understand and not express. Only Princess Lingmeng, Dugu Xiaoyi, Han Yanmeng and other famous ladies stared at each of them in surprise, looking at this and then that, I felt vaguely that this was probably not a good thing, but I really couldn't think of what a bad thing it was. Listening to Jun Moye's words, it described a majestic general, but why was it so strange?

Several old men were frowning at each other, and only they were laughing loudly without restraint. They were slapped on the table and thighs, smiling so hard that they could not see each other. Dugu Zongheng slapped Tang Wanli on the shoulder of his body, and laughed in a low voice: "Old Tang, I suddenly remembered the eve of the fierce battle between us when we just entered the military. Mr. Jun was the team leader. That night, Old Tang, you were so majestic, and we all saw it. You will secretly get up early tomorrow morning to wash your inner room..."

Tang Wanli immediately blushed and his neck was jumping up with a thick neck. He no longer cared about how afraid he was of Dugu Zongheng. He opened his hand viciously and put his thick neck on his sturdy neck, and roared in a low voice: "You bastard! Do you dare to continue talking..."

Dugu Zongheng coughed continuously, but laughed and begged for mercy. Several old guys pushed their thumbs under Tang Wanli's nose. It turned out that everyone heard it... Mr. Tang's face was flushed, and he stood up and was about to leave in anger, but was pressed by several old men and persuaded him with a smile.

Dugu Xiaoyi saw that all the seven brothers were smiling tightly, and her black face was filled with joy, and her shoulders were still trembling, trembling, and it seemed really funny, and she couldn't help but ask, "What was he talking about? Is it really that funny?"

Uh... the seven brothers looked at each other, and they were all stunned in embarrassment, and then shook their heads in unison: "It's not funny, what's funny? It's not funny at all!"

Dugu Xiaoyi snorted and turned her head angrily. Suddenly, she felt that these men, including her brothers and Jun Moye, all looked so annoying! She actually asked nothing and got an answer to her. She was so angry!

He secretly recalled what Jun Moye said and remembered it firmly in his heart. He thought that if you don’t say it, you won’t say it. When I go home and ask my mother... I don’t believe it, but I really don’t know... Han Zhidong took a deep breath, knowing that he would definitely not have the upper hand if he quarreled with such a playboy. He said, “Now, your Majesty is kind to you. I have given this golden autumn talent banquet. The young man is ashamed and can follow his mentor and come in just a matter of numbers. When he came just now, he saw the golden chrysanthemums and osmanthus blooming in the imperial garden. He accidentally got the first couplet and asked Mr. Jun to give him advice!”

After saying that, without waiting for Jun Moye to accept or not, he read it straight out: "Imperial Garden, the fragrance of chrysanthemums, the fragrance of orchids, the fragrance of osmanthus, the fragrance of flowers and flowers, the fragrance of heaven is fragrant, the fragrance of fragrance of thousands of miles, the first fragrance of thousands of miles."

As soon as this couplet came out, everyone began to ponder.

This couplet seems simple, but not simple. Especially in the last sentence, the word "Tianxiang" is embedded, which metaphorically expresses blessings to the Tianxiang Empire, but the horses are shot without any trace, and they can be said to be a master. For a moment, everyone was scrambling to face it in front of others, and fortunately revealing their talents in front of His Majesty.

As for Jun Moye, no one has any hope... Isn't it a joke to let him know such a profound and difficult couplet? He won't be right in the next life!

"Young Master Jun, the young man is a little talented and has to be able to write such a shallow first couplet. I wonder if he can still get the eyes of Mr. Jun?" Han Zhidong smiled and looked at Jun Moye humbly, with a very sincere expression: "Young Master Jun is willing to give me some advice!"

If he didn't say this, and even waited until Jun Moye didn't say anything, he wouldn't say anything, everyone would look down on Jun Moye while despising him. I believe that the bosses would leave a special impression on him because of this first couplet. After all, this first couplet that was extremely difficult was released, which was also of great talent; but as soon as he said this, everyone sighed in his heart.

Such a "talented man" who is so reasonable and unyielding and becomes arrogant will have already fallen behind. What's more, you, a person who has been influenced by Wenxing Academy for many years, is it so worthy of being so proud of a playboy in poetry couplets?

This so-called talented man will never achieve great success in his life!

Even if you have the chance to climb up, the big guys do not allow such a surname to take the lead! Who can guarantee whether this guy will deal with him after he becomes powerful? So Han Zhidong didn't know at all. He completely declared the demise of his political future because of one more sentence. At this moment, he was still complacent... Jun Moye frowned. If he wrote a poem improvised, he could plagiarize it, but this kind of improvised couplets would have no way to plagiarize it. Why did Ya's first battle compare to the bullshit couplets? Isn't it possible to compare anything else? It's really his grandma... Mr. Kong Lingyang narrowed his eyes and was very proud: "If Mr. Jun is not right, you might as well say it clearly, haha, for the young master, this is not a shameful thing..."

Everyone chuckled. The old man was really reluctant to give in, and he implemented his usual habits. He did not use dirty words to curse people. It seemed that he was planning to continue scolding.

Jun Moye rushed upwards, suddenly turned his mind and said loudly: "What's the problem? Isn't it just a bullshit couplet? Look at you, brother, and you're alone stepping on Wenxing Academy!"

There was a lot of booing, this guy really dared to speak. In just his two tricks, he dared to say such crazy words, and he was not afraid of the wind flashing his tongue. It seems that this kid will be tortured by Wenxing Academy today... Only Li Youran and Jun Zhantian's eyes shrank, but Li Youran believed that he had this ability. Li Youran also tried to deal with this first couplet in his heart, and always felt that it was not right. At this moment, Jun Moye spoke wildly and couldn't help thinking in his heart: Is he really better than me?

Mr. Jun was a little anxious. Didn’t this little bastard agree to let you hide your weakness? Why is it showing its sharpness now?

Kong Lingyang sneered and said, "Young Master Jun is really confident. Let's do this. If Mr. Jun really comes out within a stick of incense, my Wenxing Academy is willing to admit defeat. But if he doesn't, please ask Mr. Jun to mediate to Mr. Tang on his behalf and return my poor disciple to me?"

The disciple he mentioned was naturally Zhao Chengsong, the "title underwear" who was abused by Tang Yuan. But when the talented man Zhao was expelled from the house, he was afraid that he would have left a disaster. He had already killed him with a stick. Where did he go? Even if he came back from the underworld, his bones would have smelled a lot at this moment... "No problem!" Jun Moye raised his neck and took a big bag. He thought to himself that if he couldn't match it, he would return the corpse of your disciple to you. You just wanted the disciple, but didn't say that they were alive or dead. We wouldn't mind this... "But if I got this right, you should also treat me! If you don't match it, then, your Wenxing Academy will not say the word "couplet" in front of me from now on, how about it?" Jun Moye laughed strangely.
Chapter completed!