When Wen Zilong came down from the third floor, it was already dark.

When I arrived at the first floor, I saw that most of the people who had read the book had left.

Only the lion, barbarian dragon in the lion and the bookish spirit is still there.

Wen Zilong finally noticed him this time.

After all, the Lion King I just saw was a lion-headed and human-body barbarian dragon, so too.

But soon, Wen Zilong woke up.

There are many barbarian dragons with lion heads and human bodies, but only those with horns on their heads have royal blood.

Their race is called the Golden Horned Lion.

It is considered to be the top existence among lion-like beasts.

And the guy in front of him had no horns on his head.

So Wen Zilong just took a look at it more and then ignored it.

But at this moment the guy came over, clasped his fists and bowed to Wen Zilong, and said:

"Mr. Wen, can you please give me a meal?"

Wen Zilong smiled and said:

“I’m hungry too.”

Someone is invited to dinner and still not going, isn’t that a fool?

The man was overjoyed and introduced himself:

"My name is Shu Zihua. The reason why I invited you to dinner is that I actually have a few questions to ask for."

Wen Zilong said, "I'm very hungry, so I go to the restaurant first. I'm eating and talking."

Shu Zihua nodded and said:

“Okay.”

Soon, I arrived at the largest restaurant in the city, Wangjiang Tower.

After all the wine and food were served, Wen Zilong started to eat it in big mouthfuls.

There was a full table of food. Before Shu Zihua could move much, Wen Zilong swept all the dishes clean like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves.

Shu Zihua had to order another table of dishes.

Wen Zilong continued to eat a lot.

Shu Zihua looked at Wen Zilong in surprise and was extremely surprised.

There is actually a barbarian dragon with such a strong appetite?

He originally planned to ask Wen Zilong those questions, but seeing Wen Zilong's voracious look, it was like he had never eaten in his eight lifetimes.

He could only wait and ask.

I was bored when I was free and looked at the river water outside the window.

And the two bright moons in the sky.

He couldn't help but recite two poems:

"The moon is the moon in the sky, and the water is the water in the river.

The moon is bright every night, and the water flows eastward every day.

I miss you for a long time and I can't go back, so I'll be talking about half of the spring."

Wen Zilong had scanned thousands of books before, but although he had not digested it much, he also knew that there were poetry and songs in this world.

However, because this world emphasizes martial arts and essays, in Wen Zilong's opinion, are at the level of elementary school students.

Of course, Wen Zilong himself could not write such poems and songs.

He compared these poems and songs with ancient Chinese poems and songs.

At this time, I had almost eaten.

When he saw this guy chanting a poem, he couldn't help but shake his head.

What a broken thing to write.

He chanted casually:

After washing,

Leaning alone on Wangjiang Tower.

After all the sails, it is not true.

The slanting sun is radiant and the water is lingering.

Heartbroken Baisu."

After chanting this poem affectionately, he wiped his mouth that was shiny and shiny.

With a self-intoxicated look, I looked at this Shu Zihua.

We have produced many literati and poets in China for five thousand years.

If you take out their works casually, you are more sexy than you primary school students.

Sure enough, Shu Zihua looked at Wen Zilong in shock.

It seems incredible.

After a while, he said:

"Good words! Good words! It is definitely the best word I have heard in my life. Brother, is this poem written by you?"

Wen Zilong shrugged:

"What about that?"

He said so well.

It is reasonable to copy other people's words.

It can be considered shameless to reach a certain level.

Shu Zihua touched his hands and said:

"Brother Gaocai, I'll give you a cup!"

As he said that, he picked up the wine glass that he had never moved before and toast him first.

He has always had a literati heart.

However, in this world, he emphasizes martial arts over literature, so he always feels that his talent has nowhere to be displayed.

After finally meeting someone who can make such amazing words now, he is naturally as if he meets a soulmate.

Next, the two chatted for a while for poetry and songs.

That guy had a very happy chat, but Wen Zilong actually didn't want to talk about this much.

Because I could just pull out a song of bright moonlight in front of the bed, I could crush this guy's poem into pieces.

What's there to talk about with a primary school student?

But this guy completely regarded Wen Zilong as a great god. Every time Wen Zilong read a poem, he admired it very much after carefully savoring it.

This also made Wen Zilong speechless.

Wen Zilong finally had to change the topic and asked:

"You treat me to dinner to talk about this?"

Shu Zihua seemed to remember his important matters until this time.

"Sir Wen, I'm actually here today because I'm so curious. Have you just finished reading the entire library's books?"

"certainly."

Wen Zilong replied.

Shu Zihua was even more surprised than hearing Wen Zilong’s poem:

“Can you digest it?”

"If you can finish reading it, you can naturally digest it."

If an ordinary person hears this sentence, he will naturally think that Wen Zilong is bragging.

After all, those are thousands of books.

Even if it is a third-level barbarian dragon, you have to rest for a few days before you can continue reading it.

He read more than 4,000 books at once, how could it not be shocking?

However, through Wen Zilong's poem just now, Shu Zihua knew that Wen Zilong was well-educated.
To be continued...