The system is too pampering, and rewards are given in various ways.

"Oh, what poems does Junior Brother know? Tell me quickly."

Gu Linglong and others were a little curious.

I just heard Ling Feng read leisurely: "I have sharpened my sword for ten years, but I have never tried the frost blade! I will show you today, who will have any injustice?"

After finishing the poem, many young talents on the flower boat immediately became silent and looked at him blankly, with strong amazement in their eyes.

"Ten years of sharpening a sword, Frostblade has never tried it."

"Show the king today, who has any injustice?"

"What a heroic and passionate poem!"

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

Someone came to Ling Feng with an expression of amazement and asked curiously: "Young Master, do you know who wrote this poem?"

"Oh, it was written by a poet named Jia."

Ling Feng smiled slightly.

"The surname is Jia... the poet surnamed Jia, could it be Jia Sheng from the royal capital?"

the man exclaimed.

"No."

Ling Feng shook his head, "The person I'm talking about is not in this world."

This poem was written by a Chinese poet in his previous life.

Certainly not in this world.

However, the man misunderstood something. He shook his head and said regretfully: "It's a pity that we all have no chance to see such a poet."

"Hmph, the poet surnamed Jia is really making people laugh! This poem was obviously written by me, but it was stolen a few years ago."

At this time, a poet rolled his eyes and stood up and said.

This man has a sword on his waist and a jade crown on his head, looking very romantic.

Seeing him, everyone whispered.

"This person is the No. 5 poetic swordsman on the master list!"

"It is said that this person likes to recite poems while fighting the enemy. He is said to be endless in poetry, and his sword energy will be endless. He is very powerful."

"This man's poetic talent is astonishing, and his swordsmanship is outstanding! If he can write such impassioned poems, it would be reasonable."

The poet swordsman came to Ling Feng and said calmly: "I wrote this poem three years ago, but it was stolen later. Now it seems that you are the thief!"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Yes, three years ago, junior brother was still at Piaomiao Peak. How could he steal your poems? Poetry Swordsman, don't frame me!"

Gu Linglong, Leng Ningshuang shouted coldly.

He couldn't bear to see anyone frame his junior brother's innocence.

But the poet swordsman continued: "If it wasn't him, then it was the poet named Jia he said had stolen my poems."

Hearing this, Ling Feng, who was originally indifferent, suddenly raised his eyebrows.

Good guy.

You can slander me!

How dare you slander me, a Chinese poet? !

court death!

Ling Feng laughed angrily and said: "You said theft is theft, but do you have any evidence? Also, you said you wrote this poem three years ago, but why didn't you publish it? Until now, you are waiting for me to say it. Did you do it?"

Facing a series of rhetorical questions, the poet swordsman calmly said: "I wrote this poem when I was drunk. After I woke up, I always felt that something was missing, so I didn't publish it. Unexpectedly, it was used by thieves!"

"As for the evidence..."

"Hmph, my three words, Poetic Swordsman, are the evidence!!"

The poetic swordsman said proudly.

As the fifth master on the list, he is known as the master of poetry and swordsmanship. When it comes to poetry, his words naturally carry a convincing weight.

After all, they were certainly more willing to believe in the poetic swordsman than the little-known poet surnamed Jia that Ling Feng mentioned.

"What the Poetic Swordsman said makes sense. He is a Poetic Swordsman. He has written countless poems in his life, so how can he lie and deceive others?"

"That's right, it seems that the poet surnamed Jia mentioned by this young man is really a thief."

Seeing that public opinion was turning towards him, the poetic swordsman raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

What poems I wrote three years ago...

It's all fake.

In fact, he didn't write the poem at all.

It's just that this poem is really amazing and he likes it, so he has a desire to possess it. If he can be blessed by this poem...

His reputation as a poetic swordsman will definitely be improved to a higher level.

"Oh, okay, okay, okay..."

Ling Feng sneered several times.

He could have killed the poetic swordsman in front of him with one sword.

But in this way, his reputation for stealing poetry is confirmed. As a descendant of China, how can he allow others to slander a Chinese poet?

He said coldly: "You said that this poem of yours was written three years ago but has not been published. So, how many poems do you have that have not been published?"

"Are there many of them that can be called masterpieces?"

The poetic swordsman frowned and said, "Not much."

"Really? Then listen carefully!"

"Today, I will make you, the so-called poetic swordsman, completely defeated!"

Ling Feng's figure flashed and he jumped onto the bow of the flower boat.

He roared loudly and said:

"Fighting for three thousand miles with one body, and being a master of millions with one sword!"

"Three thousand guests are full of flowers and drunk, and one sword is frosty and cold for fourteen states!"

"Carry the three-foot sword in the box on your back, for the sky and to show that you are not fair!"

"The ancient sword is cold and gloomy, and it has been forged for thousands of years. The white light absorbs the sun and the moon, and the purple energy repels the bullfighting."

"I would like to put the sword down from the waist and cut Loulan straight."

"You can't eat when you stop the cup and throw the chopsticks, draw your sword and look around in a daze."

"Raise your head to the clouds in the northwest, leaning against the sky and needing a long sword."

"Awakening of a day, the bright moon shines on my bosom full of ice and snow, and the mighty rivers flow. The whale has not yet swallowed the sea, but the sword energy has already crossed the autumn."

"If the Zen barrier is broken, beauty will be like a jade sword or a rainbow."

"The edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossom comes from the bitter cold."

Lines of poems related to swords were continuously recited from Ling Feng's mouth. In an instant, the sword intent filled the sky and the earth, and the sword energy shook the sky!

The resonance of the sword intention and sword energy actually caused the entire City of Ten Thousand Swords to tremble, and thousands of long swords made the sound of clanging swords!

It seems to echo each other with the endless poems about swords!

For a moment, Ling Feng stood on the bow of the boat, like a fairy in poetry or a sage in swordsmanship!

Everyone was mesmerized listening to the poems he recited, as if they were in a world of swords, feeling the various emotions in the poems.

What's more, people are drawn by the emotions in the poems, crying or laughing, happy or sad, and the scene is temporarily chaotic, which makes people stunned.

Dozens of poems in a row.

Every sentence is a masterpiece, and every sentence has the meaning of a sword!

After Ling Feng finished reciting, his eyes were like lightning, and he stared coldly at the dumbfounded poetry swordsman, "These poems are all related to swords, and I have hundreds of poems that have nothing to do with swords! Is it possible that these poems are all related to swords?" Chengdu is what you did, how could it not be published?!"

At this moment, everyone was already impressed by Ling Feng. After hearing his words, they all subconsciously looked at the poetic swordsman with suspicion in their eyes.

But the other party was still saying harshly: "So what, even if you make thousands of poems, you still can't prove that the one just now was not stolen!"

"Nonsense!!" Gu Linglong shouted coldly, "My junior brother casually recited a famous line through the ages. He is so talented in poetry, so shocking. How could he steal your poems? How could he even bother to steal your poems?!"

"Not bad! If you have the ability, why don't you write some poems on the spot? If you compare with my junior brother, it will be obvious who is better and who is talking nonsense."

Leng Ningshuang also suggested.

After hearing this, everyone felt that it made sense and looked at the poetic swordsman.

But after listening to the poems recited by Ling Feng, the other party's heart was already in a mess. He knew that it would be difficult for him to write poems comparable to the other party's poems in his lifetime.

How can I write poetry at this time when my mind is so shocked?

See him like that.

Everyone already knows who is true and who is false.

"I didn't expect that the mighty poetic swordsman would be this kind of thing?"

"Could it be that the poems he wrote before were stolen from others?"

"It's not impossible."