"exist!"
"I am here!"
"My Zu'antang is here!"
"Third brother of Zu'an Hall, please give me your orders, Sect Master!"
"… "
Voices roared out from Jiuyang Peak and Zu'an Hall.
At the same time, figures soared into the sky.
Zu'an Hall, it takes ten years to sharpen a sword.
It is out again today.
Everyone.
Everyone was in high spirits.
Damn it, I can curse people to my heart’s content again!
We have been holding it in for ten years.
Ahhhh~~~~
"Aim at Fu Tiancheng and start blasting him!"
Chen Changan came to the Ximen Sect Protection Formation.
He smiled faintly and spoke.
Then, the disciples of Zu'an Hall began.
“Grandson Fu, come, come, meet your grandpa. I’m Da Binbang. Do you know why I have this name? Because…” A disciple stepped forward, pointed at Fu Tiancheng’s face, and spoke very bluntly, making Fu Tiancheng shiver with anger.
Recently, Zu'an Hall has branched out into many schools.
There are straightforward and rough types.
It is a completely unartistic way of criticizing others, which can be understood by most people and does not require any level of literary proficiency.
“Tiancheng, I am your father. Of course, if you don’t want to recognize me, you can call me dad. When your mother and I separated, you were only three years old. It was really hard for you…” Another disciple started.
This disciple is a storyteller.
It's the type that tells stories in a leisurely manner.
He doesn't use any foul language, but he can fabricate a person's background and parents, and he can write a book just for insulting someone.
Especially for a genius like Fu Tiancheng who has a celestial body, he is definitely the protagonist and there is no one to mess with.
Of course, the headband may be a little green.
"Fu Tiancheng, you are no good. Your mother doesn't love you, your father doesn't care about you, you were born ugly, your parents saw you as neither a ghost nor a human, so they threw you into the Tianxian Sect. The Tianxian Sect is no good either, you are neither good nor bad, you harm others, you are not taught how to behave, you don't teach me manners, you play with me everyday~~ it hurts!"
Then another disciple came up.
This is the rap type. While cursing, the voice tone and speed are controlled rhythmically. It sounds very smooth when sung. It can also be called the jingle type.
There are many more genres to come.
For example, the single-rhyme and complex double-rhyme methods invented by Xiao Fengqing.
This type is somewhat similar to the tongue twister type, but has the advantage of being longer and catchy, which tests the disciple's writing skills.
I won’t go into details here (10,000 words of method of criticizing others are omitted!).
These words poured into Fu Tiancheng's ears indiscriminately.
He was trembling all over.
My lips are trembling.
Oh my god!
Who are these people
How come you can curse better than me
What kind of sect did I offend
Fu Tiancheng was confused.
As for those abusive words, he didn't take them seriously. As a natural troll from another world, he had done many things, such as cheating others of their spirit stones and then going back disguised as a passerby, quietly listening to the cheated people scolding him.
Insult each other online with those who have been cheated.
etc.
He has been through it all.
There were also many great victories.
But now.
He felt unprecedented pressure again.
These people have all kinds of ways of criticizing others, each with their own style.
How can they... be so awesome!
Oh My God!
Fu Tiancheng was confused.
For a moment, my mind suffered a severe shock.
Too strong.
The disciples of the Nine Yang Sect are so powerful.
So interesting!
It's totally different style from the Tianxian Sect.
So invincible!
I like it so much!
Fu Tiancheng was trembling, knowing that he was in trouble today and could not win the argument against these people.
You must not follow these people's example and spray back.
Because he doesn't know how to do single and double rhymes, or story flow.
If you rashly start a confrontation with the other person, you will be dragged into the other person's rhythm.
"Calm down, calm down, Fu Tiancheng, you must stay calm. You are so outstanding, you can definitely turn the game around, you definitely can!"
soon.
Fu Tiancheng calmed down.
Start learning, start thinking, the art of how to troll others.
But... unfortunately... although he has a strong talent for cultivation, when it comes to scolding others, everyone is a genius. No matter how evil Fu Tiancheng is, he can never be the opponent of these ordinary disciples who have spent ten years honing their skills.
It took me two hours to comprehend.
Fu Tiancheng stood up.
The whole person looked a little depressed.
The technique of using double or single rhymes to curse is too complicated.
But I was learning, but I fell into that strange thinking of extreme rhyme.
This would not be worth the effort, and it would be impossible for him to speak as fluently and fluently as those disciples in the sect.
"Horrible, these people are really terrible. Just now, that disciple has rhymed 108 times. My God, how did he do it?"
Mid-air.
Fu Tiancheng grabbed his hair, his face flushed with pain.
His thinking is extreme.
I really want to try rhyming swearing.
However, his perception of finals was too poor and he was unable to do it in a short period of time.
"Just wait for me, I will definitely come again!"
final.
Fu Tiancheng retreated in a panic and retreated to Yunyang City.
He would study hard in Yunyang City and master this strange rhyming method of cursing.
…
"This kid is leaving? He's not scolding me anymore?"
Above Jiuyang Peak.
Watching Fu Tiancheng leaving, Chen Changan fell into deep thought.
He didn't know much about Tiancheng.
I don’t know what this kid will do next.
"To be on the safe side, I'll go meet him. We can't let him mess around in Yunyang City!"
Having made up his mind, Chen Changan walked out of the sect protection formation and came to Yunyang City.
soon.
He saw Fu Tiancheng buying stinky tofu at the gate of Yunyang City.
This kid didn't do anything.
Just eat stinky tofu.
And also gave money.
No bullying of mortals.
"Oh, that's interesting!"
Touching his chin, Chen Changan smiled faintly.
He still has a good impression of monks who do not bully mortals. At least they have strength and status, and even the power of life and death, but they can still maintain a normal mind, which is very admirable.
A changed face.
Chen Changan stepped forward.
He said to the vendor, "Boss, give me ten pieces of stinky tofu!"
"Keep the change, please!"
Dingding Dingding~~~~
Chen Changan said with a smile as he threw four silver coins onto the vendor's cart.
Then, he looked at Fu Tiancheng who was still eating stinky tofu nearby.
The kid's mouth was full of red chili oil.
Enjoyable, fast and steady.
"It's so delicious, how about two more pieces?"
Chen Changan smiled.
"Hmm?" Fu Tiancheng looked at Chen Changan and found him ordinary and not very rich. He said, "I won't eat anymore. It's okay if my mouth stinks. I have no money left!"
"Haha, it's okay, I'll treat you!"
Chen Changan smiled.
"You treated me? Brother, I don't think you are very rich, why did you treat me?"
Fu Tiancheng didn't notice anything and smiled.
"Because I see that you are extraordinary, and you are a rare talent, so I really want to get to know you. Of course, if you don't want to, then just ignore what I said!"
Chen Changan continued to smile faintly.