Chapter 538 Bright Moonlight in Front of the Bed

When Wen Zilong came down from the third floor, it was already dark.

When I came to the first floor, I saw that most of the people who had read the book before had left.

Only the bookish lion and dragon is still there.

Wen Zilong finally noticed him this time.

After all, the Lion King I just saw was a savage dragon with a lion head and a human body, and so was this guy.

But soon, Wen Zilong woke up.

There are many savage dragons with lion heads, but only those with horns on their heads have royal blood.

Their race is called the Golden Horned Lion.

It is considered to be the top-level existence among the lion savage beasts.

And this guy in front of him has no horns on his head.

So Wen Zilong just took one more look and ignored it.

But at this time, the guy came over, clasped his fists and saluted Wen Zilong, and said:

"Master Wen, can you please let me treat you to a meal?"

Wen Zilong smiled and said:

"I happen to be hungry too."

If someone invites you to dinner and doesn't go, isn't that an idiot?

The man was overjoyed and introduced himself:

"My name is Shu Zihua. The reason why I invited you to dinner is because I have a few questions."

Wen Zilong said, "I'm very hungry. I'll go to the restaurant first. I'll talk while eating."

That Shu Zihua nodded and said:

"Alright."

Soon, I came to the largest restaurant in the city, Wangjiang Tower.

After the food and wine were all served, Wen Zilong ate a big mouthful.

The table was full of food, and before Shu Zihua moved, Wen Zilong swept all the dishes like the autumn wind swept the leaves.

Shu Zihua had to order another table of dishes.

Wen Zilong continued to eat.

Shu Zihua watched Wen Zilong bury his head in hard work in surprise, and was extremely surprised.

There is actually such a powerful dragon?

He originally planned to ask Wen Zilong those few questions, but when he saw Wen Zilong gobbling it, it was as if he hadn't eaten in eight lifetimes.

He could only wait and ask.

I was bored and looked at the river outside the window.

and the two bright moons in the sky.

He couldn't help but recite two lines of poetry:

"The moon is the moon in the sky, and the water is the water in the river.

The moon is bright every night, and the water flows from the east every day.

Si Jun has not returned for a long time, chatting for half of the spring. "

Wen Zilong had scanned thousands of books before. Although he didn't digest it much, he knew that there were poems and songs in this world.

It's just that because of the emphasis on martial arts over prose in this world, these poems and songs, in Wen Zilong's view, are all at the level of primary school students.

Of course, Wen Zilong himself could not compose such poems and songs.

He is comparing these poems and songs with those of ancient China.

At this point, it was almost eaten.

When he saw this guy recite poetry, he couldn't help shaking his head.

What shit was written.

He groaned casually: "

wash up,

Relying on Wangjiang Tower alone.

It is not through a thousand sails,

Xiehui's pulse and water are long.

Intestinal broken white Pingzhou. "

After reciting the words affectionately, he wiped his shiny mouth.

With a narcissistic look, he looked at this book Zihua.

For five thousand years in China, there have been so many literati and poets.

If you take out their works casually, you will be more sassy than you elementary school students.

Sure enough, the book Zihua looked at Wen Zilong in shock.

It seems unbelievable.

After a while, he said:

"Good words! Good words! Definitely the best words I've heard in my life. Brother, did you write this poem?"

Wen Zilong shrugged:

"if not?"

He said it so rightly.

Copying other people's words is also righteous.

It is also shameless to a certain level.

That book Zihua stroked his palm and said:

"Brother Gao Cai, I toast you!"

Saying that, he picked up the wine glass that he had never touched before, and did it first as a respect.

He has always had a literati heart.

However, in this world, emphasis is placed on martial arts over literature, so he always feels that his talents have nowhere to show.

It's hard to meet someone who can make such amazing words now, and he is naturally like meeting a bosom friend.

Next, the two chatted about poetry and songs for a while.

The guy chatted very happily, but Wen Zilong didn't really want to talk about it.

Because he casually pulled out a piece of bright moonlight in front of the bed, he could crush this guy's poems into slag.

What to talk about with a primary school student.

But this guy completely regards Wen Zilong as a great god. Every time Wen Zilong reads a poem, he admires it after careful taste.

This also made Wen Zilong speechless.

Wen Zilong finally had to change the subject and asked:

"You invited me to dinner just to talk about this?"

It seemed that Shu Zihua didn't remember his business until now.

"Master Wen, in fact, I'm here today because I'm too curious. Did you read all the books in the library just now?"

"certainly."

Wen Zilong replied.

Shu Zihua was even more surprised than when he heard Wen Zilong's poem just now:

"Can you digest it?"

"If you can read it, you can naturally digest it."

If the average person heard this sentence, they would naturally think that Wen Zilong was bragging.

After all, that's thousands of books.

Even if it is a third-order wild dragon, if you read hundreds of books at a time, you have to rest for a few days before you can continue reading.

He read more than 4,000 copies at a time, how could he not be shocked?

But Shu Zihua learned from Wen Zilong's poem just now that Wen Zilong learned to be rich in five chariots.

And with such a wealth of knowledge, he naturally read a lot of books, at least a lot more than himself.

At such a young age, he has read so many books, and his reading speed must be very fast.

"Is your mental strength up to it?"

Shu Zihua asked.

"Since you can see it, you can naturally bear it."

Wen Zilong replied.

Shu Zihua nodded in admiration and said, "Xiongtai is really a strange person."

Wen Zilong nodded: "Well, I think so too."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Shu Zihua laughed: "Okay, I'll give another toast to Xiongtai."

Shu Zihua invited Wen Zilong to drink just because he was curious that Wen Zilong could read so many books in such a short period of time.

The two drank happily, and they did not leave the restaurant until the moon was in the middle of the sky.

Because this day is mid-autumn, there are many people watching the moon.

Like the Mid-Autumn Festival on Earth, the Mid-Autumn Festival here is also a traditional festival.

On this day, the two moons in the sky are at their closest.

From the perspective, the two moons are almost next to each other.

It looks like a young couple, leaning against each other.

The Mid-Autumn Festival on earth is a day for family reunion.

Mid-autumn in this world is equivalent to Valentine's Day.

Every night, thousands of couples meet, every inn is full, and hundreds of millions of tadpoles become sperm.

At this time on the street, by the small bridge, in the woods, on the roof.

Those little lovers leaned on each other, admired the bright moon in the sky and leaned on each other, and told endless love words.

I feel that there is one sentence missing here: the rainy season is coming...

Wen Zilong didn't feel anything about it, and he planned to go back to sleep after parting with Shu Zihua.

But at this moment, a wild dragon appeared at the intersection, blocking Wen Zilong's way.

This person's aura broke out completely, and he was not affected by the phrase "the rainy season is coming" at all.

Obviously, it is a fifth-order wild dragon.

He stared at Wen Zilong and said coldly:

"Are you Wen Zilong?"

Wen Zilong glanced at him, ignoring it.

That Manlong looked even colder: "Is that Yu Linling you beat?"