Xu Yi faced Jiuhuang's gaze and said, "Since you are rushing to lose, Xu has nothing to say, Lao Hu, please give a question."

His calmness fell into Jiuhuang's eyes and was naturally understood as being persistent.

Jiuhuang stared at him playfully and said with a smile, "Then please ask Lord Hu to give a question. I suggest Mr. Hu to give birth to a more unusual question as much as possible so that some people will be prepared."

Hu Chunyou waved his hand playfully, "The rare man is bullied by this little demon, so he even wrote "Autumn River Snow Night". You should write an essay, and there are no limits on poetry, songs and essays."

Hu Chunyou finished speaking and the whole audience was silent.

Jiu Huang's mouth was about to speak, but there was no sound. Even if he broke his head, he would never have thought that Hu Chunyou would have such a question.

Long Jingxiu had a pretty face and sneered, "It should be bad for the genre to be so wise."

He didn't know how Xu Yi wrote the article "Snowy Night in the Autumn River", but he knew that whether Xu Yi was writing it himself or plagiarizing it, it would be too difficult to do the same topic again.

"Mr. Long is so bad. I think Mr. Hu's level of questioning is really high. Isn't this Xu Yaoling boasting about his talent? If he could come to the previous article "Autumn River Snow Night" that asked me to wait for me to say right, I would really have nothing to say. Similarly, no one will suspect that the author of the previous article "Autumn River Snow Night" has someone else."

Tu Min said with a smile.

When he said this, Feng Jiu and Jiu Huang immediately recalled the taste and all agreed.

Lang Suxin, Ji Mengliang and Niu Bodang also agreed.

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

The reason is very simple. The previous article "Autumn River Snow Night" may be a poem that Xu Yi and Long Jingxiu colluded and prepared early.

However, Xu Yi and Long Jingxiu colluded with each other, and it was unexpected that the title of "Autumn River Snow Night" would be used for the second time.

"What, Xu Yaoling, you won't have any problems, right?"

Jiuhuang smiles like a shy flower.

"Of course it's OK."

As Xu Yi spoke, a noisy piece of paper was 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?

The snow field was windy again last night.

My hometown is unbearable to look back at the moonlight.

The carved railings and jade bricks should still be there,

Just a red face change,

How much sorrow can you have?

It's like a river of autumn water flowing eastward."

I recited it gently, and before I could realize that my eyes were blurred by tears.

Fengjiu, Jiuhuang, and Tu Min each had no expression on their faces.

Lang Suxin looked desolate, "I can be lost when I think of homesickness here."

Ji Mengliang said tragically, "The sad autumn of thousands of miles is like the one in front of you, the smoke and clouds gather into a river of sorrow, rolling eastward, and endlessly."

Niu Bodang stared at his hands spread apart and sneered, "Niu Bacha, Niu Bacha, what a joke in front of such a genius."

Hu Chunyou sighed, "If it weren't for the talent of heaven, how could he explain everything in front of him? Today, the identity of Hu's Ci Sect can be granted the wise."

"No, no, it's impossible. How could anyone in the world have such a skill? It must have been prepared early."

Jiuhuang shouted sadly.

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

Even though he still didn't believe that those two works were written by Xu Yi, he could never overturn them again.

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

"Jiu Huang entered the game too deeply, and his mind was already confused. He is still at the right and left, so he won't invite him."

Fengjiu ordered loudly.

Immediately, two figures flashed out, holding Jiuhuang, and retreating in a hurry.

Everyone in the field could understand Fengjiu's thoughts.

Obviously, the conflict between the two sides will not disappear because of this sudden poetic war, and the subsequent collision will only become more intense.

The failed Jiuhuang naturally became Fengjiu's shortcomings. Before the poetry war, Jiuhuang's tone was too big, and the promises she made would turn into a sword in Xu Yi's hands at any time.

Just as Jiu Huang lost his composure, Feng Jiu had a sudden inspiration, Jiu Huang cooperated with the situation and was the best plan to go.

Xu Yi smiled slightly and said, "Young Master Fengjiu, why do you have to be so despicable? Tell me, what's the difficulty of my bet with Lord Jiuhuang, even if it's invalid?"

Jiuhuang’s promise was just a backup plan used by Xu Yi to deal with Tu Min.

This kind of back-up is only necessary to play a role when Hu Chunyou and four other soldiers cannot be present.

Now that Hu Chunyou and others have been 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 was no longer able to easily crush him with the so-called authority of the lord.

Feng Jiu said, "Since you have such a passion, your previous bet with Jiuhuang is invalid."

After several encounters, Fengjiu suffered a lot. She had long since regarded Xu Yi as a scheming opponent, so she would not pretend to be arrogant.

Tu Min sighed and said, "I really didn't expect you to have such a poetic talent. My Wuwei Mansion has achieved luck. I have such a genius as you. How can you match your identity? I immediately promote you to the Lord of a Cave. In the Wuwei Mansion, you can choose your domain at will. If you hadn't been the official position of the Demon Mansion recently, it would be inconvenient for me to be too superior. How can a mere cave master be able to match your genius? The future is long and the future is long."

Tu Min looked sad and seemed to have remorseful.

Xu Yi clasped his fists at Tu Min and smiled, "My Lord, the Lord of the House, Xu appreciated it, but Xu was very interested in poetry and essays and wanted to join the sanctuary. I hope the House will agree."

Xu Yi is so smart that he doesn’t know what Tu Min is trying to do.

The lord of the Tushima Mansion made a public statement of goodwill and weakness, but only to seek the future.

If Mr. Xu was really unhappy and believed Tu Min's show of kindness and agreed, he would completely enter the system of the Wuwei Demon Mansion and naturally fall into Tu Min's control.

At that time, it will be called Tiantian and the earth will not work.

As Xu Yi finished speaking, Tu Min's face immediately sank, "Why do you think my Wuwei Demon Palace is small and can't tolerate you, a big Buddha? Isn't it cold to forget my roots so much? Sanshe has great reputation, and how can you be matched with your character?"

The delaying strategy was discovered, and Tu Min immediately pulled off the veil of warmth.

He could not tolerate Xu Yi joining the Sanshe Club.

It turns out that in the East Sea Monster Realm, in addition to the hierarchy, mansion, cave and other levels, and power structures, there are also some ancient groups and alliances.

These groups have a long history of alliances and are intricately integrated with their forces. No one dares to underestimate the power they have gathered.

And the names of these groups, alliances and sanshes are enough to be included in the top three.
Chapter completed!