Chapter 1670 Disbandment of the Society

Xu Yi met Jiuhuang's gaze and said, "Since you are rushing to lose, Xu has nothing to say. Lao Hu, you can come up with the question."

His calmness fell into Jiuhuang's eyes, and was naturally interpreted as being stubborn.

Jiuhuang stared at him playfully and said with a smile, "Then let's ask Mr. Hu to come up with the questions. I suggested that Mr. Hu come up with more unusual questions as much as possible, so that some people will not be prepared in advance."

Hu Chunyou waved his hand playfully, "Being born in a remote area, it would be easy to bully a little monster like him, so I decided to write a composition with the title "Snowy Night on the Autumn River". There is no limit on poetry and song."

As soon as Hu Chunyou finished speaking, the whole place fell into silence.

Jiuhuang's mouth was open when he was about to speak, but no sound came out. Even if he broke his head, he would never have imagined that Hu Chunyou would ask such a question.

Long Jingxiu's pretty face was frosty, and he sneered, "It must be bad for a dignified poet to pick off people's wisdom like this."

He didn't know how Xu Yi wrote the article "Autumn River Snow Night", but he knew that whether Xu Yi wrote it himself or plagiarized it, it would definitely be too difficult to repeat the same topic again.

"Master Long's words are wrong. I think Mr. Hu's level of writing the question is really high. Doesn't Xu Yaoling boast of his amazing talent? If he can come up with another article, "Qiujiang", I will be speechless. "Snowy Night", we really have nothing to say. Similarly, no one will doubt that the author of the previous article "Snowy Night on the Autumn River" is someone else."

Tu Min said with a smile.

When he said this, Feng Jiu and Jiuhuang immediately came to their senses and both agreed.

Lang Suxin, Ji Mengliang and Niu Bodang also agreed.

Obviously, the question asked by Hu Chunyou was aimed at Xu Yi.

The reason is very simple. The previous poem "Snowy Night on the Autumn River" may be a poem prepared by Xu Yi and Long Jingxiu in collusion.

Perhaps no matter how colluding Xu Yi and Long Jingxiu were, they never expected that the title "Snowy Night on the Autumn River" would be used a second time.

"Why, Xu Yaoling, are you okay?"

Jiuhuang smiles like a shy flower.

"No problem at all."

As Xu Yi spoke, a piece of noisy white paper spread out in the air again, and in an instant, twenty or thirty words appeared on the paper.

"When will the spring flowers and autumn moon come?

How much do you know about the past?

There was an east wind in the snowfield last night,

My hometown cannot bear to look back at the bright moon.

The carved railings and jade masonry should still be there,

It’s just that Zhu Yan changed,

I ask you how much sorrow you can have,

Just like a river of autumn water flowing eastward. "

He was chanting softly, and before he knew it, his eyes were blurred by tears.

Feng Jiu, Jiu Huang, and Tu Min all looked pale.

Lang Suxin's eyes were full of desolation, "This is the point where my homesickness can end."

Ji Mengliang said sadly, "Thousands of miles away, autumn is sad, but why is it like before my eyes, full of smoke and clouds, gathering into a river of sadness, rolling eastward, stretching endlessly?"

Niu Bodang stared at his folded hands and muttered, "Niu Bacha, Niu Bacha, what a joke in front of such geniuses."

Hu Chunyou let out a long sigh, "If you don't have talents given by heaven, how can you explain everything in front of you? Starting today, Hu's identity as a poet can be given to talents."

"No, no, it's absolutely impossible. How can anyone in the world have such a talent? He must have been prepared for it long ago."

Jiuhuang cried out in panic.

Jiuhuang's shouting was completely subconscious. He knew very well that even if Yu Jizi was reborn, he would not be able to refute Xu Yi.

Even though he still didn't believe that those two works were written by Xu Yi, he could no longer overturn it.

The reactions of Hu Chunyou and others in front of him explained everything.

"Jiuhuang is too deep into the situation, and his mind is already in a state of confusion. You and I won't invite him down yet."

Feng Jiu ordered loudly.

Immediately, two figures flashed out, grabbed Jiuhuang, and fled in a hurry.

Feng Jiu's thoughts were clear to everyone present.

Obviously, the conflict between the two sides will not disappear because of this sudden poetry battle. The subsequent collision will only become more intense.

Jiuhuang's failure naturally became Fengjiu's shortcoming. Before the poetry war, Jiuhuang's tone was too loud, and the promises he made would turn into swords in Xu Yi's hands at any time.

Just when Jiuhuang lost his composure, Fengjiu had an idea, and Jiuhuang cooperated with the situation to make the best move.

Xu Yi smiled slightly and said, "Young Master Fengjiu, why do you have to be so mean? If you just tell me, the bet between Master Jiuhuang and I will be cancelled, so what's the problem?"

Jiuhuang's promise was just a back-up used by Xu Yi to deal with Tu Min.

This kind of back-up strategy is only necessary when Hu Chunyou and other four soldiers are unable to be present.

Now that Hu Chunyou and others are present, his goal of expanding his reputation has been fully achieved.

Jiuhuang's promise is no longer important to him.

At this moment, Xu Yi could easily be defeated by Tu Min just relying on the so-called authority of the palace master.

Feng Jiu said, "Since you have such pride, the bet between you and Jiuhuang is void."

After several confrontations, Feng Jiu suffered a lot. She had already regarded Xu Yi as a scheming opponent, so she could not pretend to be arrogant.

Tu Min sighed and said, "I didn't expect you to have such a poetic talent. Our Wuwei Mansion was blessed with a genius like you. How can a mere demon order be worthy of your status? I immediately promoted you to a cave." Lord, in the Wuwei Demon Mansion, you can choose your domain at will. If you had not recently obtained the official status of the Demon Order, this manor would not be able to go too far. How can a mere cave master complement your genius? The future will be long, and the future will be long."

Tu Min's face was full of regret, and he seemed to have truly repented.

Xu Yi clasped his fists at Tu Min and said with a smile, "The master of the palace has good intentions, and Xu understands it. It's just that Xu is very interested in poetry and articles. He wants to join the club, and I hope the master of the palace will agree."

Xu Yi was so shrewd that he didn't know what Tu Min was planning.

The butcher's overt expressions of kindness and weakness were just for the sake of the future.

He promised that if someone really turned his back and believed Tu Min's overtures and agreed, then he would have completely entered the system of Wuwei Demon Mansion and would naturally fall into Tu Min's control.

When the time comes, the sky and the sky will not respond, and the earth and the earth will become inoperable.

As soon as Xu Yi finished speaking, Tu Min's face suddenly sank, "Why do you think my Wuwei Yaofu Temple is too small to accommodate a giant Buddha like yours? Isn't it deplorable to forget one's origins like this? The Sanshe has great reputation, just because of it How can your character be worthy of being admitted?"

The delaying plan was seen through, and Tu Min immediately tore off the veil of warmth.

He would never tolerate Xu Yi joining the club.

It turns out that in the East Sea Demon Realm, in addition to the hierarchies and authority structures such as territories, mansions, and caves, there are also some ancient groups and alliances.

These groups and alliances have a long history, and their forces are intertwined. No one dares to underestimate the power they gather.

Among these groups and alliances, the reputation of individual societies is enough to be included in the top three.

The so-called Sanshe is an alliance of cultural stars in the demon realm, including some extremely powerful demons.