Hou Dongsheng: "Thank you very much, father-in-law."

Master Du Yin nodded.

Master Changding: "Now I invite fellow Daoist Ma Tuping to come on stage and compose a poem!"

Everyone: "Please!"

Ma Tuping: "I don't have to draw lots. I can't write poems. I voluntarily accept the punishment and show everyone a swordsmanship. I'm embarrassed!"

I saw Ma Tuping waving his long sword with a sharp sword light.

Next.

"My name is Ma Qiuyu, and I don't know how to write poetry. I voluntarily accept the punishment and show you a spell..."

There were more than thirty people in a row, but no one recited the poem correctly.

The so-called reciting poems and pairing up feelings is just a pretense...

After all, everyone is a Taoist monk, and they don't have time to study the magical way on weekdays, and a few of them can write poems.

The two disciples beside Master Daokui also came on stage one after another.

"My name is Wei Linbai. I have three spiritual roots. My master is Daokui Zhenren, the great elder of the Law Enforcement Hall. I can't compose poems, so I volunteered to be punished and perform a wind wheel technique for everyone." I saw Wei Linbai rub his hands together and the wind wheel rose to the sky.

And rise.

"It's amazing, you are worthy of being a monk of the Law Enforcement Hall."

Wei Linbai: "It's embarrassing."

"My name is Liang Fengqin, I have dual spiritual root qualifications, the head of the Law Enforcement Hall, and a disciple of the old Tao Kui. I volunteer to accept the punishment and show you the Ghost Eclipse Palm."

Liang Fengqin began to use Ghost Eclipse Palm, green fire flew on the palm, and the ghost energy was strong.

unconsciously……

Only the last few people were left to introduce themselves on stage.

I saw a big man on stage.

"Fellow Taoists... My name is Mao Jiugang. I have the qualification of three spiritual roots. I am currently in the weapon refining hall and worship under the disciple of Master Haolu. Well... my master is not here. I am good at refining weapons and want to find a female cultivator to be my companion for the two weekends.

, if a female cultivator comes to me to refine weapons, I can do it for free..."

Master Chang Ding: "Little Taoist Brother Mao is very talkative."

Mao Jiugang: "I don't drink."

Master Changding: "..."

"Let's draw lots." Master Changding handed over the basket.

Mao Jiugang smiled awkwardly at everyone. He was a blacksmith who never fought, and he had no choice but to recite poems.

Mao Jiugang reached into the cloth basket and took out a piece of paper.

Master Changding took the paper sign.

Open in public.

"Ice Whisper"

Master Chang Ding: "Fellow Daoist Mao... please compose an impromptu poem with the title of ice language."

Mao Jiugang stood still for a moment, then patted his storage bag and took out a huge wine vat.

Gudong, gudong, fill yourself up.

"Drinking wine before composing a poem is a poet."

"That's right, the Immortal in Wine."

Finished a jar of wine.

Mao Jiugang entered the state, took a deep breath, and chanted in a sad tone: "I live in Yunlan, there is a fairy mountain, and my love is in the misty clouds. I solemnly leave my beauty to my old friend, and I look forward to returning my head in vain."

Master Changding commented: "Not bad, not bad... Taoist friend Xiao Mao is quick in thinking and can write poems in just one drink, and this is also an acrostic poem."

After this point.

Everyone suddenly realized.

It really is an acrostic poem.

So here comes the question...

Who is Zheng Bing?
Chapter completed!