Su Yu's mouth curled up a curve, "Who stipulates that the dog cannot understand it?"

"Hahaha, hahaha..." Zikong raised his head and laughed, mocking Su Yu's ignorance, "What a fool! Ask everyone here, who believes that dogs can understand it? I guess they don't even know a big word!"

After laughing for a while, Zikong gradually calmed down, as if he had seen through everything, and said loudly: "You are so maverick, just to attract the attention of all the masters and attract the public!"

Su Yu had to admire his brain-stimulating skills, shrugged indifferently, and said calmly: "You are right."

"Hahaha, how about it? You're speechless!" Zikong was extremely proud and showed his face in front of all the masters.

"Since there is no regulation not to be allowed to enter, then you are not qualified to stop me." After Su Yu said that, he was about to continue walking in.

He has collected a lot of martial arts, and his attributes have increased a lot. The more he goes, the more powerful his martial arts become, so naturally he cannot let it go.

"Stop!" Zikong shouted again. At this time, his aura was rising and he was not willing to retreat. "You can go in, but this dog cannot go in!"

Then, he looked at the Masters with a sincere voice, "Master, letting this dog observe the Great Confucian stone wall is an insult to the Great Confucian. Please allow your disciples to stop it."

Those masters did not speak, and they should have agreed.

Master Lu looked embarrassed, then hesitated for a moment, stood up and looked at Su Yu, "My friend Su, it's better to put this dog here, you can go in and observe it yourself."

"He can think of the poems in Shibi with a dog."

"Tsk, that guy doesn't have any other skills, he just can swear and pretend..."

"After all, strange is a strange thing. If I ask me to tell you, I should drive him out directly. Anyway, he can't understand anything."

...

Everyone looked here, sneering, waiting to see Su Yu's joke.

Let you show off, be too arrogant!

"Wang!"

Maomao finally couldn't help but scream.

Uncle is tolerant, aunt is tolerant, this baby cannot tolerate it!

Um?

Everyone's eyes were fixed, watching Maomao slowly lifting the dog's paws.

What did this dog want to do? Everyone showed an interesting look.

But I saw that Maomao's claws fell to the ground and then began to slowly stroke on the ground.

His eyes followed the dog's paws and looked at the patterns on the ground, and everyone's expressions were stiff at the same time.

His pupils shrank suddenly, revealing an incredible look.

This... won't be it!?

True or fake?

Even the masters who were sitting upright couldn't help but stand up, with surprise.

This pattern is clearly writing!

The dog's paws swung, and soon wrote a poem-

The mountain, the fast horse whipped it up and didn't get out of the saddle. Looking back in shock, three feet away from the sky.

boom!

Everyone's expression changed drastically, and they felt that the original picture of the mountain came alive in an instant, as if standing on the top of the mountain, raising their hand could touch the sky. There was stillness in the movement, and a heroic feeling suddenly arose in their hearts.

This poem was written, and it actually made the pictures on the stone wall resonate and began to shake.

However, the dog's paws had not stopped and continued to waving.

The mountains, the seas, the rivers and the rivers are rolling in huge tides. The rushing and the battle between thousands of horses is still in full swing.

This sentence made things happen out of nothing, immediately making the original simple picture complicated, and the scene suddenly became magnificent. Standing on the mountain, there were endless war horses roaring at the feet, fighting constantly, making people's blood surged.

"What a poem that suits the situation! What a heroic sentence!" The masters stared at the sentence with their eyes tightly, and their whole body was trembling.

However, the dog's paws still didn't stop!

The mountain pierces the blue sky and has not yet broken. The sky wants to fall, and it depends on it.

boom!

This last sentence made their souls tremble. The masters were even so excited that their eyes were filled with tears and their lips kept trembling.

Cangshan is like a sword, piercing the blue sky, but the sky is about to fall, but it depends on Cangshan to support it!

The momentum is so grand that it pierces the soul, causing the cells in the body to thrive wildly and the pores to be opened.

"What a poem, what a poem!"

"These three lines of poetry perfectly write the artistic conception of this picture, quatrains, quatrains!"

Too...so awesome!

Everyone was stunned and stared at Maomao in a daze, his mouth wide open, and he couldn't say a word at all, which completely subverted their perception.

As these three lines of poetry were written, a white Confucian and Taoist aura began to rise from the stone wall. These auras surged out wildly, wrapping the hair in it, carrying the artistic conception of Confucian and Taoism, making everyone tremble.

boom!

The Confucian and Taoist aura slowly condensed into a giant mountain in the void and pressed against Zikong.

If you dare to target this baby, you must be prepared to withstand this baby's anger!

This giant mountain has the artistic conception of that painting. It is so powerful that before it gets close, Zikong's face changed drastically. He stretched out his fingers and prepared to write in the void.

However, no matter how he was induced, the Confucian and Taoist aura in his body was unmoved at all, unable to retreat, as if he was afraid.

Bang!

Zikong's figure was thrown away by Giant Mountain without any suspense. He felt like he had grown up ten years old, and fell to the ground in a sluggish manner, with wrinkles on his face becoming much deeper.

But at this time, no one could care about him, and they all focused on Maomao.

The masters even shook their bodies, surrounding the hair in the middle, with bright eyes, as if they were looking at a rare treasure.

"This dog is extraordinary!" As soon as Master Lu spoke, he got countless rolls of eyes.

Can a dog who can write poetry be a mortal dog?

Can a dog that can use the Confucian and Taoist artistic conception be an ordinary dog?

"This dog...is interesting!"

Duanmu Lin glanced at this side and just smiled faintly.

"Sister Ruxue, you said it right. He really can create miracles." Wanying looked at Su Yu with strange eyes.

"What kind of monster is this? Why have you never heard of it?" The masters surrounded Maomao, their eyes shining.

Although they are reluctant to admit it, they have to say that their achievements in poetry are not as good as those of a dog.

Moreover, they knew the speed of the dog looking at the stone wall. They just glanced at it, but they were even more awesome than they were unintentionally studying for several years. ******* Mao raised his head proudly, looked at everyone with clear black and white eyes, and hummed. Now he knew that this baby is amazing.

"My friend Su, I wonder where your dog comes from?" Master Lu looked at Su Yu and asked.

"This is the spirit beast of our master, and he has always been with our master." Su Yu said slowly.

Zi Mo quickly interrogated: "Is Su Xiaoyou's sect Da Wangshan?"

"good!"

This time, everyone once again remembered the name of Da Wangshan. No matter what, it is definitely worth paying attention to if there is such an extraordinary spirit beast.

"This is a well-educated dog, especially with a strong understanding of Confucianism and Taoism. Please treat it well with your master Su Xiaoyou." Master Lu said, looking at Maomao reluctantly, as if he was entrusting it. Then he added: "If you don't want it, bring it to us directly, and we will buy it for as much as possible!"

If Maomao hadn't already had a sect, they would have definitely made Maomao the totem of the Saint Pavilion.

"Don't worry, Maomao will not be sold!" Su Yu nodded solemnly. It is impossible to sell dogs, and it is impossible to sell dogs in this life...

"My friend Su, I have another unhappy request." Master Lu said embarrassedly.

"But it's okay."

Master Lu looked embarrassed and pondered for a moment, and said, "This poem is really in line with this picture. I beg you to agree to leave this poem before this stone wall for later reference."

What a shame, is there anything more embarrassing than this when the dog doesn't let the dog get in the first second, and the poem that the dog wants to write in the next second?
Chapter completed!