Have you learned seduction techniques?

  Butterfly rhyme stunned standing on the spot: This kid actually dares to speak. Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry, you started learning from your mother's womb, but it's not all-around mastery, is it? Is this kid really stupid or really fearless?!

  "What?! Are you taking turns or going up together?" Yifeng rotated the wine cup in his hand, sitting leisurely on the spot, with an air of unruffled calmness.

  Arrogant! Rampage!

  This is the first thought that arises in everyone's mind. With his own strength, he actually dares to challenge all the young talents on the ship. This is simply reckless.

  Xiao Gong smiled, although he didn't think the young man could resist everyone on this ship. However, he understood that someone who could walk with Qin Yi wouldn't be a fool. Yi Feng dared to do so, which meant he was confident in dealing with these people, although Xiao Gong didn't know where his confidence came from. But he hadn't forgotten the big loss he suffered from underestimating him.

  "Feng Shao, look..."

  Yi Feng glanced at Xiao Gong lightly and said slowly: "What?! You also want to join one? Never mind, you can join them."

  A faintly spoken sentence instantly shut Xiang Gong's mouth. He would never lower his status to deal with a group of people for a young man.

  The effeminate man hummed a sentence and said disdainfully: "You don't know life or death."

  Yi Feng's mouth twitched with a hint of coldness, he didn't understand why this effeminate man couldn't get along with him. Just now when he was drinking, the other person actually made small movements behind his back. If Yi Feng hadn't been vigilant, he would have suffered greatly. However, this also made Yi Feng thoroughly remember to hate him. For someone who had malicious intentions and showed it, he had to be dealt with first by being destroyed, then revived, and finally destroyed again.

  As for the contempt of chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and music, he didn't worry at all. Joke, with my China's 5,000 years of accumulation. Still afraid that these barbarians from another world won't be convinced?!

  "Stop chattering, you're acting like a bunch of women. Alright, who's going to go first?" Yī Fēng took a step forward, his eyes scanning each face before finally settling on the slender man.

  She rubbed her temples with her delicate fingers and smiled brightly at Rong Feng, saying: "You're not actually going to challenge all of them, are you?"

  It's not a rumor, but it's really hard to believe.

  Yi Feng smiled slightly and said to the delicate-looking man: "How about this? Let your revered Xiao Gong set the questions?"

  The gentle-looking man hummed a sound, turned his head and saluted Xiao Gong: "Thanks for your trouble, Sir Xiao."

  Kid, since you're looking for trouble yourself, don't blame us then.

  Xiao Gong sighed and said under the hint of Die Yunru: "Since you must compare this, then I'll set the question."

  Xiao Gong paused, then turned his head to glance at the charming and alluring Yurong, and continued: "Let's take the lady as the subject, how about I compose a poem for her?"

  "Anyway, I was young and strong at 88 years old. Everything is within reach."

  Yi Feng said with a stinky tone, making people around him want to gang up on him. You little brat, you don't even know how you'll die next.

  Under Xiao Gong's command, a maid quickly prepared the pen and ink and handed them over to him.

  Just as everyone was busy writing, Yī Fēng turned his head and said to Dié Yùn Xīn, "Shall we chat for a bit?"

  The butterfly fluttered in place, stunned for a moment before reacting. Smiling at Yifeng, she said: "You still have time to chat? Don't you really want to jump into the river yourself?"

  Yi Feng sat back down, refilled his cup with wine, and took a light sip. He said calmly, "Ben Shao's poetry comes effortlessly. Does he still need to think about it?"

  He had already gotten used to Yifeng's bragging tone, and now he was face to face with him. He gently brushed a strand of hair from his forehead and smiled as he said in a clear voice, "Alright then, what do you want to talk about?"

  The unintentional revelation of her charming demeanor made Yu Rong's throat roll, and he took a sip of wine to cover up his dryness.

  "I really want to know, sister, have you cultivated charm techniques?" Yifeng asked with a fixed gaze at Dieyun, this was the question he most wanted to know.

  She was stunned for a moment, and then she burst out laughing. Like a butterfly flapping its colorful wings, the people who were originally immersed in writing poetry couldn't help but stare blankly, unaware of the ink dripping on their bodies.

  "What do you think?" Yurong looked at Yu Feng with a playful smile, her face full of teasing.

  He raised an eyebrow, a sly and charming curve rising at the corner of his mouth: "If I knew, would I be asking you? You may not be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, but you're definitely the most provocative."

  Yi Feng didn't hide his gaze at all, and brazenly swept it over the enchanting body of Butterfly Rhythm, causing Xiao Gong to take a deep breath. This kid really dares to say anything and do anything. If he knew the identity of the woman in front of him, I wonder if he would still dare to be so bold?!

  Butterfly rhyme felt that her body was pierced by a scorching gaze, and at the bottom of her heart, she actually raised a thread of shyness. She took a deep breath and shook off this ridiculous emotion: having experienced countless greedy eyes, how could she have such emotions in front of a young man.

  "Have you ever practiced?" Yī Fēng gazed at Dié Yùn, staring straight at Dié Yùn.

  "Heh heh...... How do you know so clearly what to do? Is there any benefit for you?" Yurong Yan looked at Yifeng with a smile.

  Yi Feng smiled and said: "Of course there are benefits. And it's extremely great benefits."

  If there really is such a traceless, irresistible charm that even the Ling Shen Jue can't withstand. That would be a terrifying existence. While being careful himself, he could also ask Lao Touzi to think about this technique. Hmm, Lao Touzi loves doing things like this. Most importantly, such a charm would be very useful for himself.

  "Guess!"

  The butterfly rhyme has a usage that was once an answer that caused countless men to die.

  "Hmm... it seems that you women all like the words 'guess', and then torture men's brain cells to death. Very strong, very evil." Yī Fēng concluded.

  "Heh heh, that's a woman's privilege. However, aren't you worried about your poems? Look, they're almost all done."

  Yi Feng said with a nonchalant tone, "I'm already proficient in verbal sparring, do I still need to write? If you tell me you haven't mastered the art of seduction, I can compose a few more poems to praise you."

  "Hehe... I'm not that kind of superficial woman. Don't think a few poems of praise can make me fall for you." Yurin said with her red lips lightly pursed, exuding an extremely charming and alluring aura.

  "Little one, are you ready? If not, then admit defeat and I'll let you off." Just as Yī Fēng was about to say something to Dié Yùn. The soft-spoken man's voice suddenly rang out.