Chapter 64: Hatred in the Heart

The annual poetry conference finally opened on the banks of the Chunxi River in Pingjiang City.

Here,

the young talents of the entire Pingjiang City gathered.

Here, strength and family background are not the only factors to determine the superiority or inferiority, but literary talent.

Of course, it is an activity for mortals, but not only mortals can participate, monks can also participate. However, even if you are a monk, you will still be looked down upon if you do not have a good literary cultivation.

This is the character

of a literati! Yi Feng, who received the invitation, also came to the poetry conference.

At the conference, many people showed off their poems and literary talent, but none of them aroused Yi Feng's interest.

He grew up in the cultural influence of five thousand years. He had no idea how many poems and lyrics were passed down through the ages. These poems, which seemed to have a myriad of charms on the surface but actually had no intention, could not attract his interest.

Even the three hundred Tang poems he recited in his novel were enough to crush these people.

However.

In the crowded crowd, there were two pairs of eyes that were always staring at him.

One was Yao Ling'er.

The other was Mao Yun'er.

Finally, Yao Ling'er took a deep breath and walked towards Yi Feng.

"Ouch!"

As soon as she approached Yi Feng, Yao Ling'er staggered.

However, Yi Feng didn't even look at her and walked past her. Just like that, Yao Ling'er fell in vain!

"Girl, are you okay?"

"Girl, how are you?"

For a moment, seeing such a stunning beauty like Yao Ling'er fall to the ground, countless scholars swarmed over, some wanted to help Yao Ling'er up, and some conveyed tender concern to Yao Ling'er.

"Get out."

Yao Ling'er's face sank.

These ants like mortals were not worthy of touching her at all.

But why did he ignore her?

Could it be that she really couldn't attract his attention?

A trace of worry appeared in Yao Ling'er's eyes unconsciously.

"Hello, sir."

At this time, Mao Yun'er walked towards Yi Feng at the right time, with a pretty blushing face, and greeted Yi Feng.

"It's you..."

After all, Yi Feng had seen Mao Yun'er before, but her face was not very good.

Seeing Mao Yuner, he thought of Mao Yuner's father Mao Lin, who had not forgotten the humiliation he had inflicted on him that day, so Yi Feng simply said hello and passed by her.

For a moment, Mao Yuner was left alone, feeling sad.

"How could a small mortal like you possibly attract the attention of the gentleman? That's ridiculous." At this moment, Yao Ling'er walked up to Mao Yuner and said coldly.

"Who are you?" Mao Yuner frowned, feeling an absolute crisis from this woman, especially her snake-like figure, which gave her a great sense of crisis.

"Me?"

Yao Ling'er sneered.

"I am a person you can't reach. You are not worthy of wanting to be with the gentleman!"

Yao Ling'er sneered, then stared at Yi Feng's back and continued to follow.

Mao Yuner gritted her teeth secretly. Although the beauty of this woman made her feel absolutely threatened, she thought that she was definitely not bad.

Unwilling to admit defeat, Mao Yuner chased after Yi Feng.

"Yi Feng."

Yi Feng, who was walking through the crowd and watching the poems written by the alien writers, suddenly heard someone calling him.

Turning around, a complicated expression suddenly appeared on his face.

The person who called him was Peng Ying.

"I didn't expect to see you here."

Peng Ying said coldly, his posture was not like before, and it seemed that his tone was full of hatred.

"Yeah, I didn't expect to see you here again."

Yi Feng felt complicated.

He is not a ruthless person, but he is not a Virgin Heart either.

Peng Ying left cruelly that day. Although Yi Feng was sad, he was also decisive and crossed Peng Ying out in his heart.

He had no feelings for this woman for a long time.

"Yi Feng, I have already found out everything. Don't think that you can do anything just because you wrote a good book and Luo Lanxue of Qingshanmen protects you. You must understand that you are a mortal after all." Peng Ying mocked unceremoniously: "Although I was expelled from Qingshanmen, Brother Wu Jie has already written to me. It won't be long before I will return to Qingshanmen."

"In my eyes, you are a mortal after all, an ant."

Peng Ying mocked coldly.

She was filled with hatred for what happened that day, especially being expelled from Qingshan Gate, which was even more difficult for her to let go.

. You provided the great god Feng Lingbei. You are already level 1000, and the highest level outside is 30.