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The beautiful eyes of Young Master Shang Tianxiang swept around and finally stopped on Ye Wuque and Feng Caichen. She immediately saw Ye Wuque holding his chin with his left hand and stroking the wine glass with his right hand, as if he was drowsy. She smiled and said, "What do you think, Mr. Ye?"

Shaking the wine glass, Ye Wuque replied with a smile, "Everything is up to Young Master Tianxiang. I don't care."

As soon as Ye Wuque finished speaking, the voice of Young Master Qinlong suddenly rang out!

"Tianxiang, make friends through literature, and a literary duel is naturally a very elegant thing. However, you still don't need to ask too much about some people, because it's useless to ask. After all, they are born in a humble and wild place. I'm afraid they haven't read many books of sages. They are not up to the standard. At most, they are just a crude country man like an illiterate. It's better not to discredit this literary duel!"

The tone of the young master of the dragon capture was indifferent, as if he was stating a fact. Although he didn't name anyone, you can guess who he was targeting with your toes. Who else could it be except Ye Wuque?

As the young master of the dragon capture finished speaking, many disciples of the Heaven Splitting Dao around him once again felt the suffocating feeling of tit-for-tat. They immediately understood that the young master of the dragon capture was still upset about his defeat to Ye Wuque's divine power just now. At this moment, he couldn't hold back and once again targeted Ye Wuque.

However, when they thought that the next thing was a literary duel and a competition of ancient poems, all the disciples of the Heaven Splitting Dao looked at Ye Wuque with a trace of pity and sigh.

“Alas, why not compete in a duel of literature when there are so many other things to compete in? Ye Wuque’s luck is so bad!”

“Yes! Everyone in the entire Lietian Dao knows that Young Master Qinlong has extremely high attainments in literature. Only Young Master Wuchen can be compared with him. The other young masters, even Young Master Tianxiang who is obsessed with poetry, are inferior to him!”

“This Ye Wuque may have extremely high cultivation and amazing combat power, but that is only in the aspect of cultivation. Now it’s a duel of literature. Ye Wuque has no place to use his strength. Tsk tsk, he’s probably going to lose all his face and embarrassment this time!”

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The disciples of Lietian Dao began to discuss, and their words were full of pity and pessimism towards Ye Wuque.

In the pavilion in the center of the lake, after hearing the words of the Dragon-Catching Young Master, Ye Wuque's face did not change at all. His right hand was still stroking the wine glass, and his eyes were also fixed on the wine glass. There seemed to be a flash of sharpness in his deep eyes. Finally, he smiled slowly and said, "It seems that some people seem to be very confident, but people make mistakes and horses stumble. Maybe some people think they are very powerful and conceited, but they may not even be able to cry in a while. Brother Feng, do you think I am right?"

Feng Caichen gently put down the wine glass and said directly, "I won't participate anyway, but I'll wait and see what kind of expression it is to be unable to cry. It must be very exciting."

Immediately, Feng Caichen looked at the Dragon-Catching Young Master with clear eyes, and actually revealed a trace of pity.

This trace of pity was naturally seen by the Dragon-Catching Young Master, and he immediately narrowed his eyes, but then a faint sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Two fools who don't know how to live or die! You want to compete with me in a literary duel? Humph! Since we have such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, how can I feel at ease if I don't beat you up worse than dogs?" The young master who

captured the dragon snorted in his heart, but he didn't show it on the surface. Instead, he raised his glass and toasted Bai Youhuang from afar.

"Okay, then I will give you a question..." Young Master

Tianxiang stood up again, swaying his lotus steps, and walked slowly in the pavilion in the middle of the lake. Finally, he looked at the spiritual lake and the lotus leaves and lotus flowers all over the lake. Then his beautiful eyes flashed, and he smiled with his red lips: "We are now in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, surrounded by lotus leaves and lotus flowers all over the lake. This is a ready-made question. Let's take the lotus leaves and lotus flowers as the theme. You can write a poem or lyrics at will. As for which one is better, there has always been public opinion."

"Give you a cup of tea to think about it. After a cup of tea, you have to write your own poems. Of course, if you can't do it, you can give up." As

Young Master Tianxiang finished his topic, there was a sudden silence in the pavilion in the middle of the lake. Everyone was thinking hard. The only ones who were calm and composed were Ye Wuque, Young Master Wuchen, and Young Master Qinlong.

Young Master Wuchen smiled and looked at the lotus leaves and lotus flowers all over the lake, as if he had it all planned out.

The young master of the dragon-catching had a conceited smile on his face. He only took a glance at the Spirit Lake and then retracted his gaze. He drank by himself, but his eyes glanced at Ye Wuque, revealing a touch of contempt and disdain.

Because Ye Wuque had been holding his chin with his left hand from beginning to end, not even looking at the Spirit Lake, but just kept drinking the forget-worry wine, looking like a self-satisfied person.

"Pretending, I don't know what it means!"

The young master of the dragon-catching sneered in his heart, and his eyes, as deep as a cold pond, were surging with a very conceited light!

In the entire Litian Dao, and even in the entire Canglan Realm, the young master of the dragon-catching has enough confidence. Except for the young master Wuchen, in the lineage of literature, no one will be his opponent!

Because the young master of the dragon-catching was born into a scholarly family since he was a child, his family was full of great Confucian scholars in the secular world, well-educated, and full of knowledge. The young master of the dragon-catching has been influenced by such an environment since he was a child, and his foundation is naturally deep, far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Now, according to the theme proposed by Young Master Tianxiang, lotus leaves and lotus flowers, this is nothing to Young Master Qinlong, and he can do it at will.

"Let you two rustic wastes see what the glory of the literary and Taoist lineage is!"

Gently raising the wine glass on the table, Young Master Qinlong drank it all, and the arrogance in his eyes almost overflowed.

Time passed little by little, and the time of a cup of tea passed quickly.

In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, at this moment, the cool breeze blew continuously from the direction of Linghu Lake, and the green lotus leaves spread on the water. There was a refreshing lotus fragrance coming with the wind, which made people feel relaxed and happy.

"The time for a cup of tea has come. I wonder who will start first?"

Young Master Tianxiang's voice sounded slowly, but it announced the official start of the literary and Taoist duel. ...Friends who read books, you can search for "" to find this site as soon as possible.