"Boy, you are not afraid of the wind flashing your tongue when you speak big! I, Liu Yuanxiu, are the number one talented man in the southwest! Just because you don't know a few rural guys, let alone being your teacher, you will be a compliment!"

At this time, Li Qiang, Li Junyu and others heard the noise and rushed over.

Li Qiang has always regarded Xiao Zhengyang as his idol. Now that he heard Liu Yuanxiu being rude to Xiao Zhengyang, Li Qiang rolled up his sleeves and wanted to step forward and beat Liu Yuanxiu.

Xiao Zhengyang hurriedly pulled Li Qiang away.

Liu Yuanxiu looked at Xiao Zhengyang at this time, and the expression on his face became more and more disdainful.

"Xiao Zhengyang, what else do you do besides fighting?

People like you will only be bandits in their entire lives!”

When Liu Yuanxiu said this, he suddenly laughed.

"Oh, I forgot, you were bandits."

Liu Yuanxiu said, laughing more and more proudly.

Li Qiang became even more angry when he heard Liu Yuanxiu's words.

Li Qiang reached out and wanted to draw the knife, but Xiao Zhengyang hurriedly held Li Qiang's hand.

"Xiaoqiang, don't be impulsive, let this kid leave it to me.

I will let him apologize to you honestly."

After Xiao Zhengyang finished speaking, he walked to Liu Yuanxiu.

"Young Master Liu, since you think you are well-versed in the past and have learned a lot from the present, then let's learn it better.

If you lose, just kneel down and apologize to my brother Xiaoqiang.

If I lose, I will let you deal with it.

How about it?"

Liu Yuanxiu looked at Xiao Zhengyang disdainfully.

"You are comparing with me to learn?

You're not crazy, are you?"

Xiao Zhengyang smiled calmly.

"Don't worry if I'm a bad brain, just say whether you dare to compete?"

Liu Yuanxiu glanced at Xiao Zhengyang again.

"Did you take this seriously?"

Xiao Zhengyang nodded seriously.

"Of course, take it seriously! Although I, Xiao Zhengyang, don't read much, I still keep my word."

Liu Yuanxiu was overjoyed.

"Okay, if I win, I want you to give me ten new light machine guns like you!"

The Liu family and Shi Wenxuan have always had close contacts, so they had long heard that Xiao Zhengyang had newly built a light machine gun that could fire twenty consecutive times.

Liu Yuanxiu had long wanted to get a few handfuls.

Now that Xiao Zhengyang wants to compete with him for talent and ask him to make any requirements, how could Liu Yuanxiu miss this opportunity? When everyone heard that Liu Yuanxiu actually asked Xiao Zhengyang to use ten light machine guns as bets, they were all angry.

You know, they have only built a dozen light machine guns in total.

Shi Wenxuan used so many tricks and even compensated Xiao Zhengyang for all his concubines, but he did not get a light machine gun.

Liu Yuanxiu asked for ten moves as soon as he spoke. This was too greedy! Li Qiang was about to scold Liu Yuanxiu, but Xiao Zhengyang stopped Li Qiang, looked at Liu Yuanxiu, and nodded in agreement.

"Okay, it's up to you!"

Liu Yuanxiu was overjoyed.

Liu Yuanxiu said in his heart that everyone else is telling you Xiao Zhengyang that you are so godly. I think you are just a fool! Compared with me, Liu Yuanxiu, you also bet on ten light machine guns?

Isn’t you giving it to you for free? Liu Yuanxiu immediately said, “Okay, then we’ll make up for it!”

"How do we compare?"

Xiao Zhengyang waved his hand generously.

“The master is subordinate to the guest’s will.

You can compare whatever you want."

Liu Yuanxiu was even happier! "Okay, then I'll find a simple comparison!"

"We will use one incense stick as a limit, and each person writes three poems.

If anyone can't do it, then who loses.

how?"

Xiao Zhengyang nodded.

"no problem."

When Li Qiang heard that Xiao Zhengyang wanted to compare himself to Liu Yuanxiu to a poem, he couldn't help but worry.

Li Qiang whispered: "Brother, this poem is Liu Yuanxiu's strength.

I heard that he could write poetry at the age of seven.

Otherwise, let’s change the method! If we lose, our losses will be huge!"

Xiao Zhengyang took a photo of Li Qiang.

"Don't worry! It's not difficult for me to write poetry."

Although Li Qiang heard Xiao Zhengyang say this, he was still a little worried.

Not only Li Qiang, but also Li Junyu and Luo Qiaomei and others also looked at Xiao Zhengyang with concern.

Although Xiao Zhengyang was smart, they had never read his poems before.

They were also afraid that Xiao Zhengyang would be too arrogant. If he could not write three poems within a incense stick, then they would lose ten light machine guns in this bet! If these ten light machine guns fell into Shi Wenxuan's hands, it would be a great threat to them! At this time, someone had already brought paper and pen to light incense.

Liu Yuanxiu glanced at Xiao Zhengyang.

"Do you want me to give you a song?

As long as you can write two poems, I will lose!”

Xiao Zhengyang ignored Liu Yuanxiu, and he picked up his pen and started writing.

Liu Yuanxiu couldn't help but smile.

"Boy, do you think this poem is copying books! You just write it randomly without thinking about it, and that doesn't count!"

Liu Yuanxiu was stunned as soon as he finished speaking.

Just as Xiao Zhengyang was talking, a poem had been written.

What surprised Liu Yuanxiu even more was that Xiao Zhengyang not only wrote a poem so quickly, but the quality of this poem was absolutely superior, hundreds of times stronger than the best poem he wrote! It is difficult to think of parting when we meet, and the east wind is weak and the flowers are in lingering.

The silkworm will not stop until it dies, and the candle will not stop drying when it turns into ashes.

The morning mirror is so sad that the hair changes, and the night chants, the moonlight is cold.

There are no roads to visit Pengshan here, and the blue bird is diligent in exploring it.

Luo Qiaomei read it softly.

This is a song about Li Shangyin's untitled.

Xiao Zhengyang knew that although the general history of this era was similar to the original world history, some characters had never appeared.

This Li Shangyin is one of them.

So Xiao Zhengyang copied the poem casually.

Luo Qiaomei was stunned when she saw this poem! Luo Qiaomei had read books, and she also knew how difficult it was to write poems.

And the poems Xiao Zhengyang wrote casually now are so exquisite.

Even the most talented man today may not be able to write such a great poem! Luo Qiaomei felt very proud in her heart, as if this poem was written by herself.

"Liu Yuanxiu, did you see it?"

Liu Yuanxiu's face turned red.

Liu Yuanxiu naturally knew that even if he gave him ten years, he would not be able to write such a good poem.

“This, this song doesn’t count.

Who knows where he copied this poem from!”

When Li Qiang heard Liu Yuanxiu's words, he was so angry that he wanted to draw his sword.

Xiao Zhengyang hurriedly stopped Li Qiang.

"It's okay, then let's come again."
To be continued...