Chapter 241: A Night of Ichthyosaur Dance

As soon as Jiang Lin's words fell, the audience was silent at first, and everyone gasped.

After the silence came the loudest uproar.

Many monks said that Jiang Lin was too arrogant and wanted to drive Jiang Lin down.

Many female monks looked at Jiang Lin with a little blushing.

This flower picker is really handsome, but why would he say such a thing? One person has four skills, and he is so powerful that others can't compose poems and play music.

But so domineering... I really like it...

And the elder was in a difficult situation.

One person has four skills.

And let others have no poems to do, no songs to play? What does this say?

This has never happened since the Lantern Festival.

What's more, this Jiang Lin is still a swordsman, not those who practice literature and art.

It's not professional.

"Prostitution! Not to mention one person with four skills! As long as you have one skill that makes me feel invincible, then I won't compose poems from now on!"

"Me too! I, Pao Hui, will never play the piano again!"

"I will never touch chess again!"

"I will never paint again!"

"If you can't do it! Self-destruct Lingqiao Changsheng Bridge!"

The rhetoric on the river bank grew louder.

The elder of the Kongling Sect looked at Jiang Lin and felt that the matter seemed serious.

For the monks of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are their foundation. If they are asked to give up their profession, it will be equivalent to wasting their previous practice.

And Jiang Lin's self-destruction of the Changsheng Bridge and Lingqiao is to become a mortal.

No matter which side wins, the other side will pay a very heavy price.

If you want to compete during the martial arts competition, then don't say anything.

But if you want to spend a lot of time here, the text will be so bloody, and you will have to bear the responsibility yourself.

Seeing through the elder's mind, Jiang Lin sent a voice transmission to the elder's heart: "The younger generation likes magic weapons and money."

All of a sudden, the elder suddenly became enlightened.

You should have said earlier...

And the elder was even more partial to Jiang Lin.

Can it only be said that it is worthy of being a flower picker? Very good

Moisturizing his throat, the elder of the Kongling Sect said: "This is the Wenhui, so you can't make such a serious bet. Otherwise, the bet is a high-grade spirit stone or a magic weapon of equivalent value. How about repaying in equal value?"

Everyone was naturally a little upset, but they also knew that the Kongling Sect would not let things go beyond their control tonight, so they had to agree.

Although this flower picker can't be reduced to a mortal from now on, how can it be so easy to get out these hundreds of high-grade spirit stones?

At least this flower picker can be burdened with hundreds of years of debt!

Jiang Lin naturally agreed, just joking, what does it matter to him if they don't play the piano and draw pictures? Is it true that there are spirit stones?

Seeing that everyone nodded, the elder of the Kongling Sect made a contract, swearing with his Dao heart, that a lot of hearts formed by spiritual power were produced by the Kongling River out of thin air.

Among them, many monks did not participate.

It wasn't that they were afraid of Jiang Lin winning, or that they couldn't produce a magic weapon worth a high-grade spirit stone.

Rather, they felt that Jiang Lin would definitely lose, and they didn't want to cause too much burden for this buddy, and they would spend their entire lives paying off debts.

But even so, more than 500 monks participated, including more than 40 female monks.

They have one thing in common, that is, they practice intercourse

They have already begun to think about the wonderful night after Mr. Jiang lost everything, and then he was brought into the sect to pay off the debt.

Not to mention these female monks, even the senior sister, Chen Jian and even Bai Jiuyi's eyes rolled.

For a while, they didn't really hope that Jiang Lin would win.

If Jiang Lin lost, wouldn't he be able to pay off the debt for him, and then he would promise him with his body?

In this way, I don't have to worry about Xiaolin going outside to find a vixen, and I can be with myself for the rest of my life, how nice it is

But what is unexpected is that the elder even sent a voice transmission to Jiang Lin secretly, saying that he can get a loan from the bank of the Kongling Sect

If Jiang Lin loses, he needs to take all the treasures that can be taken out of his body, except the flying sword of his own life.

If you can't make up the money owed, the Ethereal Bank will give it to Jiang Lin first, and then Jiang Lin needs to pay back the spirit stones from the Ethereal Bank. Of course, there is interest

Even if Jiang Lin didn't return it within the time limit, the Kongling Sect Bank wouldn't be worried, at worst, he would sign a "deed of sale" and come to our Kongling Sect as a disciple.

Can there be an eighteen-year-old sword cultivator in the Longmen realm, is there anything more worthwhile than this?

If it doesn't work, Jiang Lin can sell himself as a cowherd

Just kidding, with Mr. Jiang's good looks, as long as his kidneys are fine and he works day and night, he will definitely pay off his debts within a few hundred years!

Jiang Lin naturally didn't know about the little Jiujiu in the heart of this elder of the Kongling Sect, but when he heard the elder's heartfelt voice, Jiang Lin was really surprised!

Didn't expect the Kongling sect to engage in flowers too?

No wonder they are so rich!

The patriarch of the Kong Lingzong belonged to a merchant, right?

"Also ask the young master to compose poems!"

Everything was ready, the elder of the Kongling Sect spoke solemnly.

Jiang Lin didn't shirk or twitch, he just waved his hand, and a piece of rice paper flew into the air.

This is a poem?

No, this is a word, a poem.

"Dongfeng puts flowers and thousands of trees at night. It blows even more, and the stars are like rain."

Everyone subconsciously read the first two sentences, and as soon as they finished speaking, they were shocked! The short numbers render a city full of lights and carnival scene, which is very integrated with the Ethereal Lantern Festival!

not good! This word is probably excellent!

But soon, everyone stabilized their minds!

It doesn't matter, a good start doesn't necessarily mean that the whole poem is perfect, especially the words also pay attention to the layers of progression. If the following lines cannot be coordinated, it will be self-defeating.

Jiang Lin didn't say much, and waved his hand again.

"BMW carving cars are fragrant all over the road. The sound of the phoenix flute is moving, the light of the jade pot is turning, and the fish and dragon dance all night."

After reading the poems, in everyone's minds, the bustling and bustling scene has been upgraded to a higher level!

Most of the female monks have fully entered the poetic mood.

Even the literary girl who played piano, chess, calligraphy and painting had her eyes twitching. Looking at this beautiful poem and this handsome man, she was so fascinated that she almost wanted to give her body.

And those so-called literary and artistic male monks who gambled with Jiang Lin had cold sweat on their foreheads, and they felt bad! These two sentences are even better!

The first couplet has passed, Jiang Lin damo will play again!

"Moth snow willow golden strands. Laughter is full of fragrance."

so far so good! This verse cannot be advanced, and can only be piled up with gorgeous rhetoric! Unable to sublimate! It counts as a good poem, but it is not as good as the silence where no one writes poems.

Jiang Lin couldn't help chuckling in his heart, and finally handed over everything.

"People look for him thousands of Baidu.

Looking back suddenly,

The man is there,

Dimly lit place. "

The whole word was handed out, and on the banks of the ethereal river, nearly five hundred people felt tightness in their chests, and blood spurted out