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Those people bowed and greeted the Cardinal. The person who wrote the poem said, "I, your brother, am unworthy of praise. I don't deserve it."

The other man looked at him with an unfriendly face. No matter what he said about praising his rival in front of him, he was not happy with it.

The person who asked if there was a poem already had a rough idea in his heart. Otherwise, he would not easily ask about it. Otherwise, if others could make a poem temporarily, but he could not, then he would have smashed his own foot and given himself a resounding slap.

The person who had asked the question was also not to be outdone. He immediately said, "June Flowers Festival, a hundred flowers will bloom during a grand occasion. A hundred flowers will bloom with laughter, but for a beauty."

After he finished, he casually asked, "What do you think?"

Cardinal Exquisite, he said, "Let go of the magnificent event, Hundred Flowers, and see if it's better this way."

That person pondered for a moment, "June Flowers Festival, the grand event will have a hundred flowers blooming, a hundred flowers smiling, but for the beauty's sake."

Then the man waved his hand and said, "I've thought about this suggestion for a while and still think that I wrote it myself. It's better if it's a hundred flowers for a grand occasion."

Cardinal also did not insist. In reality, when Cardinal wrote his poems, it was really just a bucket of water in a bucket.

Other than assassinating him, Cardinal felt that he was just a bucket of water.

Writing poems emphasized on rhyme and rhyme, while writing poems in a flat and short style.

Just writing poems was enough to cause one to feel admiration from the bottom of their heart.

Just like the beginning of the first verse, there was an old saying, the day ends at the end of the mountain, the Yellow River flows into the sea, wanting to see the world come to an end and rise to a new level.

What's more, it's not even, it's not even. What's more, it's even, it's in the first verse.

The art of poetry was something that one might not be able to understand in their lifetime even if they were poor. However, there were still countless scholars and juniors who would focus on it, enjoying it without tiring out.

Cardinal was more inclined to write words, to write words, to be a bit more free, to write whatever he wanted, to write whatever he wanted, to not even consider the narrowness, to not even consider the rhythm of the rhythms, to just have the rhythm, but to write words too, to have the words, to have the words, to have the words, to have the laws of the words.

The world feels that it is necessary to conform to the lexical rules, and that the corresponding words and names should correspond to the lexical laws, and that the number of words should not be too few, just in time.

But the Cardinal felt that none of this was in accordance with his own wishes.

Literature for the heart, as long as you like, you can write it, as long as you feel that there is a rhythm, can express your feelings, why do I even have to be the same as you to count the words?

Why did you say that my poems are not in the least bit flat or rhythmic?

I said that my poems are only for the sake of understanding my mind, writing at will, no matter how small, no rhyming feet, not to read, writing with the mood, it is enough.

When he thought here, he bowed and said, "It's good that you have not changed. Writing poems is just to entertain yourself. As long as the concepts are consistent, there is no need to stick to formalities. I'm extremely impressed by everyone's literary talent, and I'm prostrated before you."

When those people saw him acting like this and got flattered, they also felt embarrassed.

He quickly waved his hand and said, "It's nothing worth mentioning. It's nothing worth mentioning. Brother, you seem to like poetry a lot."

Cardinal Cheng said, "Poems, poems, and songs, all of them are loved and doted on, but not a single one of them are unworthy. Truly speaking, they are extremely ugly."

Those few people weren't arrogant or untamed people, and treated others with great gentleness. Thus, the Emperor called out to Nie Laihong, intending to accompany them on their journey.

Nie Laihong flew over, purposely displaying his skills. His white robe fluttered in the wind, and he was equipped with a long sword. He looked outstanding and unassuming, and was incredibly confident.

Who didn't love this sort of debauchery!

The moment Nie Laihong landed on the ground, a few people started to cheer for him. A few girls were looking at him with eyes that seemed to be filled with dancing stars.

Nie Laihong had a complacent expression on his face. He said, "How about it, Brother Cardinal? Now you're jealous right? You should dress up and go out. I'm not lying to you."

Nie Laihong made a name for himself. Of course, Cardinal was happy.

"However, there are some people who find it too eye-catching." "Yo, where did this brat come from? He actually dares to show off with such a small amount of effort. He is simply shameless. He is just trying to make a fool of himself!"

Nie Laihong's face turned cold, and with a trace of anger, he said, "Brother, since your words are so unpleasant to listen to, why don't you come out and compare the two of us!" "If I lose to you, I am convinced. If I win, I won't be able to speak too quickly. I just want you to know one thing. There are mountains beyond mountains, and there are people beyond people."

That person laughed and said, "Little brother, what big words you have there! The white gowns are very handsome, but with a few more footprints, it won't look good! "

Seeing four or five people together, Nie Laihong could tell with a single glance that they were all from the martial arts world. Each of them was equipped with a weapon, and four of them were wielding a sword.

Nie Laihong laughed. "Since your white robe is dirty, you don't have to compensate me!" Go ahead and attack! "

One of the five laughed, "Little brother, don't be angry. Let's spar and not be hasty. In a while, the lover's court will arrange the stage. There will be a place for you to spar.

Nie Laihong snorted coldly, "I'll definitely ask for advice later!"

The five of them then continued on their way through the Hundred Flowers Slope.

The crowd and Cardinal also saw this scene at the same time. In their hearts, there was some anger. Not only did this group of people feel that their martial arts were superb, their tone was one of disdain and contempt for others.

Nie Laihong became even more furious. I'm just pretending to be my hero. You're just walking your own path, yet you want to provoke me. Do you really think I'm that soft persimmon that you're trying to pinch?

Those people tried to persuade Nie Laihong, "Brother, don't be angry. Martial artists from the underworld only know how to fight and kill. They don't know etiquette, and they do things in a domineering manner. Dogs bite you. Do you want to bite back?"

Nie Laihong was still murmuring to himself. The joy he'd felt just now because of the chivalrous hero had been washed away.

Cardinal laughed, "Everyone, you're right. I also think that if this dog bit me, could it bite me back? Hahaha, isn't biting back the same as biting back? "

Those few people also agreed, "Right, right, don't lose your interest, enjoy the scenery."

There were a total of five people who had accompanied Cardinal Nie Laihong on his journey. Two of them were newly concocted scholars, two women, and one of them didn't talk much.

Cardinal also felt that it was very strange. Why did he always encounter people he did not like to talk to?

Except, of course, Nie Laihong.

This brother, he's a little chatty, but I like it.

Thinking that it would be impolite to march together, he introduced himself and Nie Laihong to the others.

He only said the name and didn't mention the Longmen Escort Office.

Although the Longmen Escort Office held a great influence in the Shunjin Clan and was only a second-rate sect in the martial arts world, Cardinal Cheng felt that it was the same whether he said it or not. He didn't look down on the Longmen Escort Office, nor did he have any intention of flattering it.

Cardinal only felt that when introducing him, it wasn't good to bring along his origins. Not only did it give others a feeling of borrowing power from the sect, but it also gave those without influence from the sect a sense of pressure.

Those few people were also introducing themselves to the two of them.

"White Deer Institute, Zhang Yuwen."

"White Deer Institute, Cheng Ruyi."

"White Deer Institute, Xu Qian."

"White Deer Institute, Hu Shuangyi."

"Li Yue'er from the White Deer Institute."

They all spoke of their origins, but Cardinal did not feel that there was anything inappropriate about it. This was because their tone was filled with pride.

That's because my sect is so powerful and has some pride, Cardinal thought to himself. I will definitely let someone who can be this proud when they tell the world that I am a sect killer.