Chapter 915 The Winner Takes All, and the Loser Pays for His Life!

"This...how is this possible?" The middle-aged scribe murmured in disbelief.

The other disciples of Wen Sheng were even more shocked.

Because even an illiterate person can still hear the freshness and cuteness of this little poem.

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

in their eyes.

Xue An's little poem has a relaxed and lively style, but inside it contains a hint of loneliness and desolation.

It is no longer a question of surpassing the middle-aged scribe's poem that this kind of works that express emotion in the scene and at the same time express the emotion in the scene.

Instead, it directly pushed forward the Wing Chun Ci by a large margin.

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

Such a huge gap in strength made this group of people all speechless, unable to even speak.

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

Tang Sheng never expected that this down-and-out boy could write such poems.

But Tang Ling'er felt sad.

Because she understood the poem.

As a woman, her thoughts are naturally much more delicate than others.

So in her eyes, this is not a Wing Chun poem, it is clearly a man's infatuation for his beloved.

For example, the first two sentences.

Water is the wave of the eye, and the mountain is the gathering of eyebrows.

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

so far.

Tang Ling'er finally understood why Xue An refused.

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

She tried to ask herself that she was no worse than anyone else, so she really wanted to know what kind of woman could make this Xue An fall in love so deeply.

The tenacity and self-confidence honed in the mall filled her with the drive to not admit defeat.

She wants to compare!

Because she didn't believe she would lose.

Just when everyone in the room was silent.

Yao Chaofeng finally stood up uncontrollably, then stared at Xue An with resentment and jealousy, and said in a dark voice.

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

"Oh?" Xue An smiled faintly, "How do you know that?"

Yao Chaofeng said arrogantly: "Because I happened to buy an out-of-print ancient book, and from this incomplete ancient book, I have seen this little order! It's just because of the age, the author is no longer available. It’s all for research! Why is that what you did?”

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

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

Because such poems will never be easily lost.

What out-of-print ancient books, if there are, wouldn't Yao Chaofeng should have written this poem a long time ago?

But Yao Chaofeng was very powerful in the Tang family, and many people dared not say anything.

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

Yao Chaofeng didn't even blink his eyes, "It's really a coincidence. When I was watching the New Year years ago, I accidentally dropped this ancient book into the brazier and burned it!"

"You..." Tang Ling'er was so angry that she wanted to directly reprimand Yao Chaofeng for being shameless.

But at this moment.

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

Yao Chaofeng sneered, "You can say that!"

Xue An smiled.

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

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

Yao Chaofeng shook his head, "Of course it's gone! Didn't I say, this ancient book is already incomplete, and many of the handwriting can't be read clearly, only this poem can be vaguely read!"

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

Yao Chaofeng was just about to say something.

Xue An waved his hand, and said calmly: "I believe everything you say, but what I want to say is... how do you explain the following poem?"

Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

Could it be...

I saw Xue An take a step forward, and whispered softly: "Don't come to the middle of the spring, the eyes are soft and the heart is broken, and the falling plums are like snow, and the whole body is full after brushing."

"Wild geese have no news, and Lu Yao's dream is hard to come true. Parting from hatred is like spring grass, and the farther you go, the more you can survive."

A piece of Qingpingle is completed in an instant.

At this moment, everyone gasped.

It is another stunning masterpiece that is not inferior to the divination operator just now.

It is enough for ordinary literati to write such a work in a lifetime.

But this Xue An wrote two poems in a row within the short time of a cup of tea.

If this spread out, it would shock countless people.

As for the plagiarism that Yao Chaofeng just said...

Naturally, it is self-defeating.

In fact, Yao Chaofeng was looking at Xue An blankly at this moment, the expression on his face fluctuated, and there was even a gurgling sound in his throat.

No matter what, he never expected that Xue An would be able to make a comeback in this way.

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

Yao Chaofeng gradually recovered his sobriety, then snorted coldly from embarrassment, turned around and wanted to leave.

"Wait!"

"Huh? What do you think? So what if you wrote this poem? What I said just now is not false!" Yao Chaofeng began to play a rogue.

"That's not what it means!" Xue An showed a few white teeth and smiled.

"I just want to remind you, as I said just now, this bet... is a gamble of life!"

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

Xue An fiddled with his fingers leisurely, and said calmly: "It's very simple, as long as you make a poem that surpasses mine, then I'll let you go, otherwise... I will pay for my life!"

What?

Yao Chaofeng couldn't believe his ears, he couldn't help laughing angrily, "Xue An, are you..."

He was just about to ask whether Xue An's head was broken, otherwise how dare he say such a thing.

But he didn't wait for him to speak.

Xue An waved his hand casually.

A ray of sword glow flew by.

The throat of the middle-aged scribe standing by was cut open.

Blood spurted out.

The middle-aged scribe never dreamed that Xue An would actually dare to attack, so he covered his throat tightly with both hands, stared at Xue An with extremely terrified eyes, and then the dead body slowly fell to the ground.

This time.

Everyone in the audience was shocked.

And Xue An smiled faintly at the pale-faced Yao Chaofeng, "Just now he lost, so he died! Now... it's your turn!"

Yao Chaofeng was shaken all over, and finally woke up from the shock.

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

Xue An said indifferently: "Why don't you dare? Because I said just now that if you lose, you will pay for your life! Now I will give you ten counts, if you can't do it by the time limit, then... your head will be with you!" Say goodbye to your body!"

"So... please cherish the time!"