"Eh? There were actually three beauties! Kid, why don't you let go of the beauty in your arms and let me dote on her! Hehe, from now on, these three beauties will follow me!”
The person who came was fat and ugly. He was dressed in brocade clothes and held a folding fan in his hand, pretending to be a graceful young master.
Yang Zheng's expression was cold. He glanced at the person who had just arrived, then picked up his cup of tea and fed the female cat burglar in his arms. At this moment, the female cat burglar suddenly became obedient. She sat obediently in Yang Zheng's arms and drank her tea. The female cat burglar's face was slightly red, and her beauty carried a hint of charm.
This scene made the fat manor master furious. He wanted to slap Yang Zheng and send him flying. Then, he would snatch the beauty and let her sit in his arms.
Therefore, the fat manor master really moved. He waved his fan at Yang Zheng and laughed scornfully!
It turned out that this fat man was the leader of the Carefree Sect, Mo Yixian, one of the top ten experts on the Black List!
"Oh, the top ten experts on the Black List. So you're quite famous. Unfortunately, you are not Chi Zunxin, and you are not Lang Fanyun.”
Yang Zheng chuckled and quickly drew his saber with his right hand. The entire action was completed in the blink of an eye. With a flash of cold light, the folding fan in Mo Yixian's hand was split into two. The protective Genuine Qi around his body was instantly destroyed, and a large hole was torn open on his chest!
"You…"
A trace of fear flashed in Mo Yixian's eyes. He took a few steps back and retreated to the edge of the fence. His fat body fell backward and fell into the teahouse!
"Boom!"
Mo Yixian, the leader of the Carefree Sect and one of the top ten experts on the Black List, was so fat that his eyes widened and he could no longer get up.
"Ah! Murder!"
"Someone was killed!"
"Someone killed someone in the teahouse!"
Cries of alarm came from the streets. Many of the martial artists frowned. Some of them recognized Mo Yixian's identity and were shocked. Mo Yixian, one of the top ten mafia masters and a top first-rate master who had been famous for decades, had been killed. There was not a single wound on his body. There was not even a trace of blood under the torn shirt on his chest!
Who was it?
Who was it?
Who was the person in the teahouse who could kill the Carefree Sect Master without a sound?
"You only see the blade light but not the blood. Xiu Se, do you think my blade technique is poetic enough?”
Yang Zheng smiled faintly. He placed one hand on her slender waist and held a teacup in his other hand. He played with the teacup. There seemed to be an extremely unusual artistic conception in the fluctuating tea.
"Xiuse, you're wrong. Du Mu's poem has nothing to do with poetry. If you want poetry, let me recite it for you.”Yang Zheng smiled as he searched through the poems of the later generations. Very quickly, he found a line and entered a state of elegance."If life was like the first time we met, why would the autumn wind be sad for the painting fan? Xiuse, what do you think of my words?”
"If life is just like the first time we met"
The moment Yang Zheng's borrowed poem came out, the three beauties at the table were stunned. They seemed to have recalled something, but also seemed to have realized something.
"If life is only like the first time we met, what kind of sadness is hidden in it.”
Fu Junhao sighed.
"If life is only like the first time we see each other, how many first times can there be in life?”
Shan Wanjing looked at Yang Zheng and sighed. She recalled the first time she met Song Yuzhi. Now that she thought about it, she had actually snatched Yuzhi's man. She was afraid that she and Yuzhi would never be able to return to the past.
"Hmph! I don't believe you can compose such a beautiful poem!”
Xiuse snorted coldly, not believing that the poem was written by Yang Zheng.
Yang Zheng's expression turned serious, and then he smiled. He had copied a famous line from the later generations of Nalan Xingde. It was definitely not something that had appeared in the martial arts world. If life was only like the first time they met, who knew how many people had sung it, and how many people had sighed with emotion. Therefore, he dared to say that he was talented just based on this poem!
Even though the poem was copied, he was the only one in the martial arts world who could copy it. It was equivalent to his own. Once this spread, all the scholars in the world would know his name, Yang Zheng!
Xiu Se said angrily.
"Haha! That's because you're too beautiful. This Young Master's reaction is natural!”
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