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Chapter 2301 Zeng Lun, descendant of Zongsheng

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    "My lord, stop!"

    Seeing Luo Yun wanted to leave again, Tang Wu's figure flickered, and she walked around in front of him, her bright eyes were amazed immediately: 'What a handsome and handsome young master!  I don't know where it came from?  '

    "what are you doing?"

    Luo Yun looked at the woman displeased.

    Although the other party is somewhat pretty, compared with Xiao Longnu Bah!  Comparing this kind of brothel girl with Xiaoqiong?  What an insult!

    "Young master, this poem was written for me after all, how about I buy it at a high price?"

    The fragrant wind hit his face, and the oiran actually snuggled into Luo Yun's arms, and picked his chin with his fingertips, his snowy shoulders were half exposed, and his eyes were like silk:

    "As long as the young master sells his poetic soul to the slave family, the slave family will agree to accompany the young master for seven days. During these seven days, the young master can treat me as he wants~ eh?"

    Luo Yun helped her put on her clothes: "This poem It's really not for you, it's for my Taoist companion Goodbye, girl."

    After saying that, Luo Yun strode away.

    Tang Wu wanted to chase, but found that she couldn't move!

    The beautiful eyes gradually widened!

    It turned out that when Luo Yun was helping her get dressed, he secretly tapped on her acupuncture points with the Huangdi acupuncturist. After a stick of incense, the acupuncture points resolved themselves.

    "How is it possible, I am a martial artist at the Golden Body Stage, and my soul power has also reached the Thunder Tribulation stage. When did he"

    "Damn it!"

    "Third-class poetry soul!"

    Tang Wu was so angry that she almost burst into tears.

    Luo Yun came down from the fifth floor with many adoring, envious, and jealous eyes.

    Passing by the piles of delicacies that no one enjoys that are about to be thrown away, he shook his head, and popped out another sentence: "The rich wine and meat stink, there are frozen bones on the road!"

    Snapped!

    Soon, another soul of poetry condensed from the center of his eyebrows, leaving him speechless.

    Nima, just say so casually.

    "Exports are successful, this is the ability of a great Confucianist, and exports are successful!"

    "Purple poetry soul, third class!"

    "The wine and meat of the Zhumen stinks, and the road has frozen bones Good poems, really good poems, but unfortunately they are incomplete, only one sentence, otherwise there may not be no chance of being promoted to the second class."

    "Who is this young man? It's terrifying to be able to speak out."

    "I'm afraid it's not that the gods came down to play in the world."

    In the hall, countless shocked eyes fell on Luo Yun, with unimaginable envy and hatred.

    "Stop!"

    Just as Luo Yun was about to go out, he was suddenly stopped by a group of people.

    This group of people, wearing the standard Confucian gowns of the treasure level, is tall and burly, well-dressed, and each holds a folding fan.

    "It's from Qiankun Academy!"

    "There are also White Horse Academy, Zhulu Academy, and Tianying Academy!"

    "People from the largest academies in Shenying City have arrived!"

    "If this young man has no background, I'm afraid it will be difficult to leave today"

    When the group of men in standard Confucian robes came in, thousands of talented scholars retreated, and no one dared to compete with this group of academy disciples.

    "It's you who wrote third-class poems, eternal quatrains?"

    A young man with a square face was the leader, and spread his hands: "Take it out, show me."

    Luo Yun smiled: "Who are you? Why should I show you."

    The corner of the young man's mouth twitched: "Who am I? I'm afraid I'll scare you if I say it. You'd better not listen."

    Luo Yun suddenly became interested: "Oh? Really, then I want to hear, are you Li Bai or Du Fu?"

    "What is Li Bai and Du Fu, I am Zeng Lun!"

    The young man with a square face snorted coldly.

    "Full of economics, Zeng Lun?"

    "Damn it, the number one outer disciple of Qiankun Academy, it is rumored that he came from Dongsheng Shenzhou to give lectures in our Xuanfeng Empire. It is unexpected to be true."

    "He is a descendant of Confucian Zeng Zi!"

    Many literati opened their mouths exaggeratedly when they heard the surname Zeng.

    ?The four sages of Confucianism: the most holy Confucius, the Fusheng Yanhui, the Zongsheng Zengzi, the inferior sage Mencius,

    The descendants of Zongsheng Zengzi have the blood of medieval sages flowing in their bodies. When they met the emperor in the secular dynasty, they did not need to bow down at all.

    "Boy, when you see Brother Zeng, hurry up and salute!"

    "Senior Brother Zeng heard that you made an ancient quatrain, so he specially interrupted the lecture and came to check it out. Hurry up and show the soul of poetry and let Senior Brother Zeng hold your eyes!"

    "What are you doing Momojiji?"

    everThe few academy disciples behind Jinglun were domineering, seeing that Luo Yun was so young and alone, they didn't think much of him.

    'A third-class poetic soul, I have never created a third-class poetic soul in my life, who is this young man?  '

    'It doesn't matter, I must get the soul of poetry, and then refine and devour it, so that I will have a chance to survive the four or nine days of calamity, become a true immortal, and then be promoted to an inner disciple!  '

    These thoughts flashed through Zeng Lun's mind.

    "Brother, why don't you hurry up?"

    At this time, that Guo Cong squeezed out from the crowd and persuaded Luo Yun:

    "This Senior Brother Zeng is the number one outer disciple of Qiankun Academy, and he is also a descendant of Zongsheng, a Hanlin scholar."

    "For you, Senior Brother Zeng interrupted the lecture on purpose to comment on your poems! Hurry up and kneel down to thank you!"

    Luo Yun smiled: "Wow, then I'm really flattered."

    "Of course, oh¡ª"

    Before Guo Cong finished speaking, Luo Yun slapped him across the face, sending him flying.

    Plop, plop, plop, overturned many tables and chairs, delicious wine poured on him, pouring him into a drowned rat.

    "Brat, you!"

    Zeng Lun's little brothers showed anger on their faces, but they all froze for a second.

    ?Because Luo Yun really showed a black poetic soul, held it in his hand, and once again amazed the audience.

    "It's really a third-class poetic soul!"

    Zeng Lun's eyes flashed with ecstasy, and then read: "Yunxiang's clothes are beautiful, and the spring breeze blows Revlon. If you don't meet at Qunyu Mountain, you will meet at Yaotai."

    "The first two lines of this poem compare people with flowers and clothes with clouds. They are really full of spring breeze. The words are pearls, wonderful, wonderful! It's a pity that the last two lines are a little less coquettish. I think it's better to change it to"

    Poof!

    Luo Yun laughed on the spot.

    Some academy disciples pointed angrily: "Brother Zeng is helping you comment on poems, what are you laughing at?"

    Luo Yun laughed even more happily: "Your brother is a god, how dare you comment on Shixian's works, hahaha! I laughed so hard"

    "Poetry Immortal? He actually called himself Poetry Immortal!"

    The audience was shocked.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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