Chapter 915： Winners take all, losers lose their lives!

"This... how is this possible?" The middle-aged scribe whispered with an incredulous expression on his face.

Other vincent students were even more shocked.

Because even a person with no ink in his chest can hear the freshness and cuteness of this little poem.

What's more, this bunch of scholars who have studied poetry and songs all their lives.

In their eyes.

Xue An's little poem is light and lively, but there is a trace of loneliness in it.

It is no longer a question of surpassing the poems of middle-aged scribes in such works that embody emotions in the scenery and at the same time express emotions in the scenery.

Instead, it directly pushed the Wing Chun words forward.

It can even be called the first word of Wing Chun in three years.

This huge gap in strength made this group of people dumbfounded, and they couldn't even speak.

Also surprised were Tang Sheng and Tang Ling'er and his daughter.

Tang Sheng didn't expect that this down-and-out young man could actually write such a poem.

But Tang Linger was sad from it.

Because she understood the phrase.

As a woman, her mind is naturally much more delicate than others.

So in her eyes, this is a Wing Chun poem, which is clearly a man's infatuation with his beloved.

For example, the first two sentences.

The water is the eye wave, the mountain is the eyebrow gathering.

How can you write such shocking words if you don't like women to a certain extent?

So far.

Tang Ling'er finally understood why Xue An had refused.

But at the same time, she felt a strong dissatisfaction.

She tried to ask that she was no worse than anyone, so she wanted to know what kind of woman it was that made this Xue An so affectionate.

The tenacity and self-confidence honed in the shopping mall made her full of enthusiasm.

She wants to compare!

Because she doesn't believe she will lose.

Just as everyone in the house was silent.

Yao Chaofeng finally stood up uncontrollably, then stared at Xue An with resentment and jealousy, and said gloomily.

"The word is really good! But how do I feel that this word is not what you did?"

"Oh?" Xue An smiled faintly, "Why see?"

Yao Chaofeng said arrogantly: "Because I happened to buy an ancient book out of print back then, and from this incomplete ancient book, I have seen this small order! It's just because of the age that the author is no longer That’s all for research! Why did you do it?"

Yao Chaofeng's words made many people look at each other, and then secretly shook their heads.

Even a fool can tell that Yao Chaofeng is talking nonsense.

Because these poems will never be easily lost.

If there are any ancient books out of print, wouldn't Yao Chaofeng should have written this poem long ago?

But Yao Chaofeng was so prestigious in the Tang family that many people did not dare to say anything.

Only Tang Ling'er sneered: "Oh? If you say that, Master Yao will take out this ancient book and let me open my eyes, how about?"

Yao Chaofeng didn't even blink his eyes. "It's really unlucky. When I was guarding the year before, this ancient book was dropped into the brazier and burned by me!"

"You..." Tang Linger was so angry that she wanted to denounce Yao Chaofeng's shamelessness.

But at this moment.

Xue An smiled faintly, "You said I copied?"

Yao Chaofeng sneered: "You can say so!"

Xue An smiled.

Just looking at his smile, Yao Chaofeng felt cold in his heart.

"Then in the ancient books you read, besides this poem, are there other works?" Xue An asked lightly.

Yao Chaofeng shook his head, "Naturally gone! Didn't I say that this ancient book is already incomplete, and many of the handwritings are already incomplete. Only this word can be vaguely identified!"

Xue An nodded, "Very good! This explanation is perfect!"

Yao Chaofeng just wanted to say something.

Xue An waved his hand and said lightly: "I believe everything you say, but what I want to say is... the next word, how do you explain it?"

Everyone was surprised when they heard this.

Could it be...

I saw Xue An take a step and whispered softly: "Don't come to the spring, your eyes will be soft and your intestines will be broken, the plumes are like snow, and you are still full."

"The goose's news is unproven, and Lu Yao's dream is hard to come by. It's like spring grass away from hatred, and it's farther and farther to survive."

A piece of Qingping music is ready in no time.

At this moment, everyone took a breath.

It is another stunning masterpiece that is no less inferior to the one just now.

The average literati can write a piece of this kind in a lifetime, which is enough joy.

But this Xue An made two poems in a row in just one cup of tea.

If this spreads out, it can shock countless people.

As for the plagiarism Yao Chaofeng just said...

Naturally it is self-defeating.

In fact, at this moment, Yao Chaofeng was looking at Xue An with a dull face, the expression on his face was fluctuating, and there was a gurgling noise in his throat.

He never expected that Xue An could actually come back in this way.

And Xue An smiled at him, "Now...what else do you say?"

Yao Chaofeng gradually recovered his sobriety, then let out a cold snort of anger and turned around to leave.

"Wait!"

"Huh? What do you want? What can you do for this poem? What I said just now is not fake!" Yao Chaofeng began to play a rogue.

"That's not what I meant!" Xue An showed a few white teeth and smiled sensibly.

"I just want to remind you, I just said that this gambling fight... is a gambling!"

"You...what do you mean?" Yao Chaofeng's expression changed drastically.

Xue Anhao fiddled with his fingers in his spare time, and said lightly: "It's very simple, as long as you make a poem that surpasses me, then let you go, otherwise...you will lose your life!"

what?

Yao Chaofeng couldn't believe his ears, he couldn't help but smiled in anger, "Xue An, are you..."

He was about to say whether Xue An's head was broken, or how dare to say such a thing.

But he hasn't waited for him to speak.

Xue An waved casually.

A ray of sword light flew by.

The throat of the middle-aged scribe standing aside was cut directly ~ www.novelhall.com ~ blood spurted out.

The middle-aged scribe did not expect that Xue An would really dare to start, so he covered his throat tightly with his hands, stared at Xue An with extremely scared eyes, and then the dead body slowly fell to the ground.

This time.

Everyone was shocked.

And Xue An smiled faintly at Yao Chaofeng, who was pale, "He just lost, so he died! Now... it's your turn!"

Yao Chaofeng was shocked all over his body, and finally awoke from the shock.

"You...you...you dare to kill?"

Xue An said calmly: "Why dare you? Because I said just now, if I lose, I lose my life! Now I give you ten counts, and if you can't do it when it expires, then... your head will follow you. Say goodbye to your body!"

"So... please cherish your time!"