In front of the champion king, Su Li stood up slowly as if he was drunk.
Su Li was carrying a wine bottle. Not only that, Su Li also burped.
"Does Master Su Xian want to write a poem first?"
Wang Zhuangyuan smiled.
If Su Li wants to compose poetry, then I will let him do it first.
In terms of poetry writing, Wang Zhuangyuan did not regard Su Li as his competitor at all.
"Ah, it's okay, it's okay. Wang Zhuangyuan, you come first, you come first."
After saying that, Su Li sat down and touched the maid's little hand.
"In this case, Wang is showing his shame."
Wang Zhuangyuan walked to a place five meters away from Wen Xue with his hands behind his back, and then walked back and forth, reciting poems as he walked, which was very holy.
"...(finished the poem)"
"good!"
"It's so good!"
“The needle doesn’t poke!”
After finishing a poem, everyone applauded!
Su Li naturally also cheered.
In fact, Su Li would applaud everyone after they finished reciting poems...
"Does seventh brother also want to compose a poem?"
The prince looked at the seventh prince who was not far away.
"I just forget it. Today's poems are good, I have lost to the number one scholar, so I won't show my shame."
Xia Chong, who was only fourteen years old, smiled and shook his head.
Xia Chong said it was "today's poetry".
The implication is that in another two years, it won't be certain.
This kind of statement sounds like a hidden arrogance.
But everyone doesn't think so.
Because this Xia Chong does have this strength.
After Wang Zhuangyuan's poem, no one wrote any more poems.
The main thing is that Zhuyu comes first. If you continue to compose poetry, wouldn't you be humiliating yourself?
So no one shouted, "Master Su, it's your turn to write poetry."
After all, Master Su Xian doesn’t want to lose face, right?
He is the envoy of Qianling, so he must be treated well.
So just pretend that nothing happened.
And just when everyone thought that Wang Zhuangyuan was going to win the beauty tonight.
Master Su Xian slowly stood up.
At the same time, everyone's eyes were looking towards Su Li.
Wen Xue also had a smile in her beautiful eyes.
At this time, Su Li was the most handsome boy in the entire Hundred Flowers Banquet.
"Hiccup~"
Su Li burped.
"Ahem, cough, cough, since no one is writing poetry anymore, then it's my turn~"
"Master Su Xian really wants to compose poetry?"
The prince was a little embarrassed.
Could this Master Su Xian be drunk?
It is said that the monks on the mountain do not like to use it to relieve the hangover when they drink, and they simply drink based on their physical fitness.
If Master Su is good at writing poems, I can play his poems.
Let this Master Suxian feel happy.
But the problem is that Master Su Xian's cultural background is obviously not very good.
It would be a bit embarrassing if this was forced...
"Why don't you write a poem?" Su Li said with a smile, "But this poem is not for Miss Wen Xue, but for Her Royal Highness the Eighth Princess."
As soon as Su Li finished speaking, the atmosphere of the scene became a little solid for a moment.
Good guy, does Master Su have a crush on the Eighth Princess?
Could this guy be writing a poem to tease the eighth princess?
Wen Xue looked at Su Li with a slightly playful smile.
Wen Xue's white and tender palms seemed to be kneading something, as if she was looking for a whip, but couldn't find it...
The princes wanted to stop Su Li's mouth.
This guy must be drunk!
If he wrote some pornographic poems, how could he brag about it?
It's even better not to mention that the object of this erotic poem is still my sister...
But they can no longer stop it.
Because Su Li has already spoken:
"What I do is a song."
"The east wind brings forth flowers and thousands of trees at night."
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"All right......"
Zhou Wuqing glanced at Su Li in disbelief.
But there's nothing you can do if you don't believe it. The most important thing is to give this kid a step down.
Moreover, Mo Lan was in the Nascent Soul Realm and Su Li was not in the Furnace Building Realm. Mo Lan could hang Su Li up and beat him with just one finger.
So Zhou Qingqing didn't believe that Su Li could really do anything to Mo Lan.
It was probably Mo Lan who found his room on his own initiative.
Thinking of this, Zhou Qingqing felt a little upset and strange.
Why did Mo Lan go to his room so well?
If he was assassinated, the pendant he gave Su Li would have been useful long ago.
But nothing happened to Su Li.
He even pinned my daughter down.
"Did Mo Lan fall in love with this boy?"
(Su Li, who was drinking tea, felt a murderous intention behind him)
"Unlikely." Zhou Wuqing shook his head.
This possibility is really slim.
On the other side, Mo Lan was actually a little curious.
If Su Li explained it to Qianyun, he would still understand. After all, this Su Li liked her.
But Su Li also seemed to care about Elder Zhou's opinion.
Even Elder Zhou seemed to care about himself.
why is that?
Could it be that the former "Qin Jiujiu" knew this Elder Zhou?
I'll go find "Qin Jiujiu" another day and ask.
"Okay, since it's a misunderstanding, I won't worry too much."
Zhou Qingqing also felt that he was a little worried.
Zhou Qingqing patted the back of Su Li's hand: "Remember, the Overlord Magic Skill I passed on to you! Remember not to leak Yang Qi before the Dragon Gate Realm, otherwise all your previous efforts will be wasted and your skills will be ruined!"
"Nima!"
But I don't seem to have to worry too much.
Su Li definitely disagrees with this!
Monks are meant to seize the heaven and earth.
It's already very unpleasant when someone hacks you.
As a result, you were still quarreling with Heaven when you were going through the tribulation.
Good guy, do you think your power to overcome the tribulation is not strong enough?
There are always creatures on earth who dare to face the power of thunder.
But in Su Li's opinion, he is willing to be a "Thunder Slime", which is directly immune to the thunder attribute.
So Su Li directly threw away this misleading book and went to the Craftsman Hall first.
"Hey, there are few visitors, few visitors...Old Su, why are you here?
Hey Han Tomb, I told you not to quench now, oh my god, I'm going to slap your ass hard with your uncle's leather boots. "
Inside the Craftsman Hall, the temperature inside was like being in a magma vent.
It is a bit difficult for a low-level monk like Su Li to protect his body with spiritual power.
"Old Tan, I want you to build something." Su Li handed over a drawing.
Lao Tan's full name is Tan Dadu, and he is a monk at the same time as Su Li.
More than ten years have passed, and Tan Datu, who is in the middle stage of the Dongfu realm, has become a young deacon of the Craftsman Hall by virtue of his superb craftsmanship.
Now he is mainly responsible for the training of new disciples entering the peak.
Tan Datu took the drawing, opened it and looked at it:
"Lao Su, what kind of fantastic idea are you talking about? Oh my god, my dear brother, what can this thing do?"
"I've really had enough of your damn translation accent."
Su Li couldn't help but complain every time.
"Old Tan, this is called a lightning rod. It has some lightning-inducing formations engraved on it. Anyway, I want it to be a thousand meters high. Can I make it?"
"Hahaha, Lao Su, you are looking down on me, Lao Tan. I swear, there is nothing in the world that I, Lao Tan, can't do. If there is, then just pretend that I, Lao Tan, never said this."
