As he said that, he used both hands and fingers to kneel down instead of both legs, and used internal force to press down. The sound made was very similar to kneeling and kowtowing.

"Okay, you also know that there are many treacherous villains in this world. Even if you kowtow, you have to pretend to be a ghost. Even if you don't kowtow, you even lie to me that old woman has bad eyes. You are different. You are kowtowed loudly and obedient."

Duan Yu found it funny and couldn't help laughing.

"Who is Abi farting here?"

"Reported to the laughter of the old lady is Duan Yu, Mr. Duan."

"You guy, don't kowtow when you see the old man."

Duan Yu had a sudden inspiration and walked to the old lady.

"Old lady, I have a word to say to you..."

After hearing Duan Yu's words, Azhu knew that this guy already knew that she was pretending to be the same person, and his face froze.

"You're smart, but you still have to be good."

"The younger generation will naturally not cause trouble when they come to the noble lady."

"Old lady, the little monk thought of Mr. Murong's grave..."

"Old monk, what do you think of stealing something in front of the master's grave..."

When he heard Ah Zhu's sudden stern questioning, Jiumozhi looked embarrassed.

"The old lady misunderstood. The monk and Mr. Murong made an appointment in front of her. As long as the monk brings the sword score of the [Six-Meridian Divine Sword], he will let the monk go to the Shishui Pavilion to hang out and read the martial arts books in the world."

"Now the sword score of the [Six-Meridian Divine Sword] has been brought, and the little monk wants to go to the Huanshishui Pavilion to read the books as agreed."

"What sword score is, where is it?"

"This young master Duan is familiar with the full set of sword scores of the [Six-Meridian Divine Sword], and he is a living sword score."

Jiumozhi's words shocked everyone and made Duan Yu scared and anxious.

"Even if you want to go to Shishui Pavilion to read a book, this young master Duan is still there, so what does it have to do with the master?"

"The little monk wants to fulfill his agreement and take him to Mr. Murong's grave for cremation."

Everyone was even more shocked to hear his words so cruelly.

"Since this young master Duan is well-versed in the [Six-Meridian Divine Sword], how could he be restricted by you?"

"I lit the acupoint and the internal strength of his whole body cannot be used."

"Even the old man, I, don't believe it unless you let him use the [Six-Meridian Divine Sword] to see."

In order to prove what he said, Jiumozhi untied Duan Yu's acupoints and asked him to use the [Six-Meridian Divine Sword] to smash the tea cup.

However, Duan Yu sat down with a calm and fearless look on his face.

"Master, you are so good at Tubo National Master, actually ran to Jiangnan to cheat."

"Okay...you forced me to take action."

Jiumozhi wanted to use the flame knife to force Duan Yu to take action, but Duan Yu was unmoved, Jiumozhi was very upset.

"Since that's the case, I can only kill the maid of the Murong family."

Jiumozhi suddenly attacked Abi, and Azhu hurriedly blocked him, but Jiumozhi tore off his skin, revealing the 17 or 18-year-old girl.

"Old monk, we believe you, but the master has a day's waterway away from here. I'll find a night here and we'll take you there tomorrow."

Jiumozhi didn't know the truth or falsehood, but killing them would be useless, so he could only do this.

Azhu looked at Jiang Chen and saw that he didn't say a word from just now, with a smile on his face and a look of watching a show. This person is handsome and has an excellent temperament. He is really unparalleled in the world. He couldn't help but feel good about him and couldn't bear to speak and ask.

After Ah Zhu entered, Jiang Chen and the other two sat together. Jiang Chen was drinking tea. Duan Yu wanted to talk to Jiang Chen, but seeing that he was so confused, he had to stop talking for the time being.

At this moment, Abi and a beautiful girl of seventeen or eighteen years old came out of it.

I saw this girl with round eyes and black eyes rolling. Her eyes were agile, her smile was like a spring blossom, and she had a charming charm. Her skin was white, pink, smooth and crystal clear. She had a petite and exquisite figure. She was lively and fragrant, pretty and gratifying. She was a rare beauty in the world.

She walked over slowly in red clothes.

Duan Yu was naturally romantic and couldn't help staring at others.

"This is Azhu as Sister Abi said. I didn't expect that she was so beautiful but pretended to be an old woman in her seventies."

"Of course, I, an old lady, can't be compared with Abi."

"This is a bad statement. The people in Jiangnan are outstanding and powerful, which has created Sister Abi's tenderness as water. Now she has created Sister Azhu's beauty as clouds, wind, flowers, autumn moons, and each has its own merits."

"You are so slick, are you trying to please us?"

Duan Yu looked embarrassed.

"Why doesn't this young master speak?"

Jiang Chen stood up, hugged his hands and bowed.

"Just just now, I smelled the same fragrance on Sister Hua and the old lady, and judged that they were the same person, so I watched Miss Azhu perform quietly, which was indeed very interesting."

"You are as smart as him, but you are relatively low-key, unlike this slick boy who is still smart."

"Sister Azhu, this Mr. Jiang is very literary, but the poem he wrote temporarily is excellent."

"Is that true, I don't believe this."

"This young master Jiang also promised to write lyrics for my piano."

"I want to see if this is magical."

"Since I promised Miss Abi, I will do it naturally. Please let me take seven steps."

Seven steps become poetry. In ancient times, Cao Zhi became poetry in seven steps. Could it be that he also had such skills?

Everyone looked at him with curiosity, and even Jiumozhi wanted to see if he was that powerful.

Jiang Chen walked slowly towards Azhu, step by step... When Jiang Chen finished seven steps, he happened to face Azhu, and the two were only a few inches apart. Azhu was a little shy by his hot eyes.

Jiang Chen stared at Azhu's magnetic voice and said:

"Search and search, cold and deserted, miserable and miserable. When it is still cold, it is the most difficult to calm down........... Who can pick it now? Keeping the window alone..."

When Jiang Chen read out loudly with emotion, the hall was silent, as if a needle fell to the ground could be heard.

Jiang Chen's poem shocked everyone, and even Jiumozhi, who hated the introspection of writing, was shocked.

Xiaopin, as a time traveler, I will take out a poem casually, which will make you look at it with admiration.

Take out this poem by Li Qingzhao, even the great scholars of the times will be amazed, let alone them.

Duan Yu kept reciting the lyrics.
Chapter completed!