Liu Zhezhi didn't seem to intend to give up the inquiry.

She continued, "The song you sang just now has a lot of things I didn't understand. For example, what is a shirt? What is a gentleman?"

"A shirt is a kind of clothing, a gentleman's words..." Hong Feisheng briefly explained Xiao Yao's previous definition of a gentleman.

After listening to Hong Feisheng's words, Liu Zhezhi nodded slightly: "It sounds interesting to hear that."

Hong Feisheng did not speak either.

"However, there is..." Liu Zhezhi was about to speak, but was robbed by Hong Feisheng.

"Those who understand me don't need to explain, and those who don't understand me, why do they need to explain?" Hong Feisheng asked.

Xiao Yao dare to swear to the sky with his chest, this sentence is definitely not what he taught!

Is there such a non-mainstream word in the Lingwu world?

Is there still washing, cutting and blowing?

Did you break my sister’s wings and I will abolish your entire heaven like this?

Xiao Yao was puzzled.

It's just that no matter how doubtful he is, he can't rush up to ask Hong Feisheng now!

Therefore, we can only watch the changes.

Wu Wutong was quite clever. He approached Xiao Yao and whispered, "Is this song really written by Hong Daochang?"

She feels that this song still resembles Xiao Yao's "unusual way" character.

Xiao Yao smiled slightly, looked at her, and said with a serious face: "I definitely didn't write it anyway."

He said this from the bottom of his heart.

He dare to swear!

Five thunder and thunder will do!

Seeing that Xiao Yao didn't answer him directly, Wu Wutong felt that there must be something tricky in it that he didn't know. He immediately snorted and said, "If I believe you, it will be a ghost."

What can Xiao Yao do?

He is also very helpless!

This world is like this. When you tell a lie, others think it is the truth, but when you speak your heart seriously and you are almost touching, no one believes you.

Xiao Yao is used to it, anyway...

After a song is sung, the effect is already obvious.

As long as he is not blind, he will find that Liu Zhezhi's eyes looking at Hong Feisheng have changed a lot at this time.

Hong Feisheng is not a fool either, he also has some determinants in his heart.

However, as long as he knew it in his heart, he didn't plan to say it.

"Okay, should we go back?" Hong Feisheng jumped off the big rock and walked to Xiao Yao's face, asking curiously.

Xiao Yao laughed and said, "If you think you can go back, you can go back."

A pun.

Another meaning is to ask Hong Feisheng whether he needs to strike while the iron is hot.

From the perspective of an outsider, Xiao Yao felt that this seemed like an opportunity.

However, Hong Feisheng just shook his head, not knowing whether he understood what Xiaoyao wanted to express, and said, "Let's go back."

Xiao Yao glanced at Liu Zhezhi and didn't say much. He could only follow Hong Feisheng back along the way he had come.

Wu Wutong, Yang Qingchan, Liu Chengfeng, and the three fellows did not continue to stand stupidly, and hurriedly followed Xiao Yao and the others back.

When he returned to the house, Xiao Yao dragged Hong Feisheng into his room.

As soon as he closed the door, he gave Hong Feisheng a thumbs up.

"Master Hong Dao, okay! I really underestimated you before. Originally, I thought I didn't say enough, but tonight, I took a closer look. Your extraordinary performance is really good!" Xiao Yao laughed.

Hong Feisheng rubbed his nose, sat down with the opportunity, opened the water cup that was buckled on the table, poured himself a glass of water, and was shocked. Then he looked at Xiao Yao and asked: "My performance today is really true. Is it not bad?"

"It's pretty good." Xiao Yao said, "how many times it is more than I didn't know before—by the way, if you understand me, you don't have to explain it. If you don't understand me, why explain? Where did you learn it?"

"I thought about it!" When Hong Feisheng talked about this, he was a little depressed, and said, "She has too many problems, and I didn't want to understand many of them. I just made up the shirt casually. It's you. The clothes are there? God knows what questions she has to ask next, I can't wait for her to attack, right? Since that is the case, I might as well fight back and stop what she wants to say next!"

Xiao Yao couldn't laugh or cry, thinking that E Hong Feisheng was really witty.

This can be regarded as Hong Feisheng's progress!

When he was in contact with Hong Feisheng before, he discovered that this guy is actually good at everything, and almost everyone can't find any obvious shortcomings. The only thing is that when facing Liuzhezhi, his emotional intelligence The decline has been serious, but today it has finally returned to normal levels.

Hong Feisheng sighed and said, "But, do I have to prepare a song?"

Xiao Yao stared at Hong Feisheng with wide eyes.

I, Cao, this guy, still want to toss myself?

If this is really addicted by Hong Feisheng, if I have to prepare a song every day in the future, can I still live?

Just when he wanted to refuse, Hong Feisheng spoke again.

"Brother, the last song, you must help me!"

Xiao Yao: "..."

He suddenly realized that Hong Feisheng hadn't learned everything else well, so he learned to block other people's words.

The question that blocked Liu Zhezhi before, now blocked what I wanted to say.

This is really a talent!

In desperation, Xiao Yao could only nod his head and agreed. Everyone had already spoken to this point. Even if he wanted to refuse, he couldn't find a reason to refuse.

"Okay, but you have to say it first, the last one!" Xiao Yao said.

He had to speak up first, lest Hong Feisheng had to pester himself in time.

"Yeah, I promise it's the last one!" Hong Feisheng said with a smile while rubbing his nose.

He felt that his request was a bit too much.

After all, people’s inspirations are exhausted!

I've been entangled so much, what if Xiao Yao can't write songs in the future?

Therefore, even if Xiao Yao didn't say it, he would think it was the last one.

Xiao Yao closed his eyes and began to think.

For the last song, Xiao Yao wondered what kind of song would suit him best.

Thinking about going privately, it really made Xiao Yao think of a very good song.

After a long time, Xiao Yao spoke again:

I'm in the southern sun with heavy snow

You are like spring in the cold night in the north

If it is too late before dark, I will forget your eyes

I can’t finish a dream for my whole life...

A song "South of Nanshan", came slowly.

The folk song "Nan Shan Nan", if it really talks about the fire, it was a certain year when a talented talent singer brought this song to the stage of good sound.

This point has been refuted all the time, saying that he had been listening to it a long time ago.

Xiao Yao wasn't sure about this, but he only knew that if it weren't for that talent show, he would definitely not know the song.

Halfway through the singing, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open.

Xiao Yao suddenly turned his face and looked at the willow zhezhi standing at the door.

"Have you learned?" Liu Zhezhi squinted at Hong Feisheng and said.

"Not yet, wait a minute, Xiao Yao, you follow..." Speaking of this, Hong Feisheng suddenly recovered, and immediately stood up, straightened his body along the way, and seemed to be at a loss.

Seeing Hong Feisheng's embarrassed expression, Liu Zhezhi snorted.

"I really thought you were so talented now! The previous poems were also given to you by Xiao Yao?" Liu Zhezhi asked.

Hong Feisheng lowered his head and said nothing.

He has a feeling that children are caught by their parents when they do evil.

The embarrassment of this, it seems that when the child is bumped by the parent, he is comforting his own needs in certain aspects with his hands...

It's this embarrassment!

He almost wanted to bury his head in the soil.

What a great thing, my heart is galloping!

"You like my way, it's really special." Liu Zhezhi squinted at Hong Feisheng and said, "I originally just wanted to come to Xiao Yao to talk about something, but I didn't expect there to be such a wonderful story here! "

Hong Feisheng blushed without saying a word.

Liu Zhezhi turned his face to look at Xiao Yao again, snorted coldly, and said, "I didn't look down on Hong Feisheng. It is absolutely impossible for him to have these messy thoughts in his mind. You instilled them? No wonder the previous two. This little girl is so desperate for you. There are so many routines. If you really stay on Peach Blossom Island for too long, all of my disciples and grandchildren will have to be abducted by you? Is it like the emperor in the palace?"

Xiao Yao: "..."

He felt that Liu Zhezhi was really a very thoughtful person.

"Okay, don't talk about Xiao Yao." Hong Feisheng said.

After all, this time Xiao Yao helped him make suggestions, and it was all for his affairs. If all Xiao Yao were to fight thunder now, would he still be a human being?

This is Hong Feisheng's idea, so simple.

His words also attracted Liu Zhezhi's target light to him again.

"What's the matter, I haven't started talking about you yet, so you just come to find excitement by yourself?" Liu Zhezhi stared at Hong Feisheng with rounded eyes and said.

Hong Feisheng took a deep breath and suddenly took a step forward.

"Then tell me, did I do something wrong?" Hong Feisheng looked at Liu Zhezhi with serious eyes.

Liu Zhezhi was taken aback for a moment, but he was bewildered by Hong Feisheng's words.

She really didn't expect that under such circumstances, Hong Feisheng could even question her confidently.

However, in the face of Hong Feisheng's problem, she was really speechless.

Is Hong Feisheng really doing something wrong?

She didn't know how to answer.

People just simply like themselves, is it wrong?

"Actually, what you said just now is pretty good. Poems are copied and songs are learned, but-I like you to be true!" Hong Feisheng stared at Liu Zhezhi and said.

His eyes are shining, and the expression on his face is rarely serious. There are really few people who can see such an expression on his face.

Willow Zhezhi: "..."

Xiao Yao: "..."