"The sun sets over the mountains and the Yellow River flows into the sea. If you want to see a thousand miles away, go to the next level."

What Chen Feng is talking about is Wang Zhihuan’s Climbing the Stork Tower. The taste and artistic conception of the poem are both top-notch. I don’t know how Brown feels about it.

Regardless of how Brown was thinking about this poem, Chen Feng took out the ticket for the cruise poetry meeting. Then he sadly discovered that the day when the cruise poetry meeting was held had passed.

Brown is still getting a taste of the poem, but some of the vocabulary is not clear to him.

"Where is this Yellow River?" Brown asked.

Chen Feng was also depressed now, and he only explained to Brown perfunctorily:

"The Yellow River is a big enough river. It's as simple as that. Also, it's useless for you to think about this poem now. The cruise poetry meeting has ended long ago."

Chen Feng finally sighed again.

But this made Brown very strange. He took out an invitation letter with a faint spiritual power fluctuation. The handwriting on it revealed the momentum of a literary master.

"It's obviously noon today."

Chen Feng silently took out his invitation letter, which was crumpled into a ball at this time. The words "Cruise Poetry Society" could only be vaguely distinguished from the handwriting on it.

Compared with Brown's invitation, this is simply unbearable.

Brown laughed loudly, and didn't care what Chen Feng was still struggling with now. He just pulled Chen Feng and went to participate in the cruise poetry meeting.

On the road, we also met several fish-men whose bodies were shining with various colors. Among them was a thin fish-man who seemed to have some status.

We walked onto the third floor of the cruise ship, which is where the cruise ship's poetry meeting was held. Brown showed the guard here, read the invitation, and was let in.

Then, the first thing Chen Feng, a country bumpkin who hadn't seen much of the world, said was, "Damn, it's so big." This made Brown's originally polite temperament suddenly collapse.

"Brother Chen Feng, be careful with your words. There are fishmen from the Sea Country here, what will they think if you do this? When we go out, we represent the human race!"

Brown whispered to Chen Feng. He didn't know whether it was a mistake or a right thing to bring Chen Feng here.

"Ahem, cough, cough, isn't this the first time here, I'm a little excited." Chen Feng said a little embarrassed, but his eyes were still looking around.

Until he saw Yan Guinan, who was wearing white clothes and looked a bit bookish.

"Brother Yan, I'm here!" Chen Feng immediately waved his arms crazily, signaling to Yan Guinan, I'm here.

Then Yan Guinan heard the sound and saw Chen Feng. Then he couldn't bear it, covered his face with his sleeves, and walked over quickly.

"Brother Chen, this is not our own territory, so we should be a little more restrained. Did you see that fish-man surrounded by people? It is the younger brother of the Red King of the fish-man imperial court, Yu Ling. If you offend it, then

It’s completely cool.”

Yan Guinan said to Chen Feng. Along the way, he told Chen Feng the background of Yu Ling, the highest-ranking person here. Otherwise, if Chen Feng offends him, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Chen Feng looked at Yu Ling and nodded.

"Don't worry, who am I? Since you told me, don't worry. I won't bring trouble on myself."

The strength of this Yu Ling is barely half a level of Nascent Soul. But its guarding strength is really something that even Chen Feng can’t see clearly. I guess maybe it’s because Wang Gang and others have finished the Nascent Soul stage and are now groping for it.

People who follow the path of becoming gods have a hard time.

Now, having met an acquaintance, Chen Feng, accompanied by these two people, went to have a good stroll here. The people at the poetry club have not arrived yet, and now it is time for free activities.

Many monks with other hobbies are gathering together in twos and threes to learn from each other.

Chen Feng is like a child who has not grown up. Well, he is indeed still a child now. He is just here, looking around quietly.

The monk who was accidentally disturbed saw Chen Feng, a 14-year-old child, and he generously pulled Chen Feng to play with him.

A 14-year-old Nascent Soul, no matter what the reason is, is very worthy of friendship.

Then, Brown and Yan Guinan followed Chen Feng and quickly developed a certain friendship among these monks.

Almost one-third of the monks knew that there was a genius child whose cultivation had reached the second level of Nascent Soul.

When the poetry meeting on the cruise ship officially started, these monks, who were originally in twos and threes, found their seats and sat down one after another.

This is all for the organizer of this cruise poetry meeting, Wang Gang, the first person in the Nascent Soul Stage in the Great Yan Dynasty. There is also the Fishman Imperial Court, the younger brother of the Red King, Yu Lingmianzi.

"Every monk who has come from afar is going to the Sea Country to pursue the path of cultivation. Under the arrangements of me and a group of my friends, we organized a poetry gathering where everyone can exchange items."

Wang Gang said.

Then he talked about some of the requirements of the cruise poetry meeting, and then announced that the poetry meeting had officially begun.

Among the monks sitting below, a scarred man with a scarred face who looked to be at a high level of Nascent Soul stage stood up. He took out a page of paper with obvious spiritual energy fluctuations and said loudly.

"This is a paper I got during an adventure. There is a secret technique on it, Yuan Bo. It can improve the user's attack penetration ability for a certain period of time. I need to exchange it for an equivalent secret technique."

Soon, a fishman took out a secret technique and left.

With Scarface as the leader, the rest of the people also stood up. The atmosphere of this poetry meeting was adjusted to a very high level.

As the monks stood up and sat down one by one, happy smiles appeared on their faces.

Even Brown exchanged a piece of iron called sea stone. But looking at the expression on Brown's face, it was much calmer. Perhaps in his eyes, this thing was just for his experiment.

Almost done with the exchange.

Wang Gang took out a piece of cloth with various things written on it and stood in front of the monks with his true energy.

"This is written with the prizes for this poetry competition. As long as one of your poems makes this fishman young master feel extremely powerful, you can choose a reward from it," Wang Gang said.

Then he pointed at Yu Ling sitting in the corner and said profoundly.

At this moment, the monks who had been prepared for a long time clenched their fists and silently recited the poems they had prepared in their hearts.

As for Brown, his eyes were red, and he looked at an object written on the cloth a little awkwardly. If he hadn't started reading poetry now, he would have rushed out.

Wang Gang paused and asked the monk below:
Chapter completed!