Can?
A trace of astonishment flashed through Xiaoyue Immortal's astonished beautiful eyes. During the day, she knew about the national-level poem before it got dark. While she was surprised, she also started to love talents.
When I heard that the other party wanted to leave, I subconsciously used the previously established rules to stop him. Unexpectedly, the other party agreed easily.
Is it arrogance or arrogance? For a moment, the way Immortal Xiao Yue looked at Chu Feng became unusual.
"Does the Immortal Master want to test the Taoism here?"
Chu Feng asked with a smile.
In the dark night, a group of people stood in the yard, the atmosphere was a bit strange.
Xiaoyue Immortal smiled sweetly, filling the courtyard with brilliance. She raised her slender hand that was not wet with spring water and pointed to the right, "Taoist Priest, please"
Chu Feng looked up and saw a field as big as a basketball court. There were many flowerpots with a strong aroma. On both sides were tables made of unknown materials, seven or eight on each side. On them were some drinks, pens, ink, paper and inkstones. , exquisite snacks.
If he hadn't known that the people present were all monks, Chu Feng would have thought he was at some night banquet poetry party in the Tang Dynasty.
I randomly chose a seat and sat down. I smelled a pungent smell. I turned around and saw Xiao Huohuo, whose face was about to wrinkle into dough.
"Taoist Priest, I don't know what happened. My cultivation is constantly declining, and dirty things are constantly flowing out of my body. Look."
Xiao Huohuo grabbed it inside his clothes and took it out, only to see a bunch of black stuff. From time to time, yellow water with a foul smell dripped out, which was very disgusting.
Before Chu Feng could speak, he heard a soft voice.
"Don't panic. Those who are not very advanced in cultivation will be rejected by the Confucian and Taoist laws. It will be fine as time goes by."
Looking up, he saw Immortal Xiaoyue who had already taken his seat.
This mature, elegant and feminine Immortal Lord was holding a glass of wine with a smile on his face.
Is this an immortal or a demon? A strange thought came to Chu Feng's mind.
"That's it. Is there a place to take a shower?"
Xiao Huohuo, who couldn't stand his own stench, asked loudly.
Chu Feng shook his head and with a little finger, Xiao Huohuo turned into the size of a firefly.
"Taoist Priest, why have I become smaller?"
Xiao Huohuo was shocked. As soon as he finished speaking, his body fell into the wine glass uncontrollably and he was knocked upside down inside.
A moment later, Xiao Huohuo suddenly became bigger and bigger. When he returned to his position, there was nothing on him except the smell of alcohol.
At this time, a very handsome and somewhat familiar man sat across from him.
"Don't you, Dongxuan, ask Taoist Master Chu for advice?"
Dongxuan seemed to be the first hero to board the cruise ship on the shore. Could it be that he was not convinced that he had stolen his limelight? A person with such an elegant appearance shouldn't be so brainless.
Chu Feng was confused, but a warm smile appeared on his face.
"There is no need to ask for advice. There is no superiority in literary talent. Just communicate and communicate."
Dongxuan smiled casually, cupped his hands around him, and was about to speak when the feminine voice of Xiao Yue Xianzun interrupted him.
“After singing and dancing, it’s not too late to communicate.”
Dongxuan's body trembled and An An sat down.
Xiaoyue Immortal, waving his jade hand lightly, scattered stars from the sky, and when it was about to touch the ground, it formed a graceful figure. Suddenly, the figure exploded, turning into stars, flying towards the sky, high in the sky, She turned into a purple-robed woman, looking extremely beautiful in every move she made.
This woman is none other than Fairy Yeyue who led Chu Feng here before.
A piece of light rain dances, and the woman under the moon sometimes raises her wrists and lowers her eyebrows, sometimes lightly relaxes her hands. She closes the fan in her hand and holds it, like a dragon painting a painting with a pen, her jade sleeves are full of wind, elegant and vigorous. The sound of music is clear and calm in the ears, and the folding fan in the hand is like a wonderful pen or a silk string, turning, flicking, opening, closing, twisting, rounding, and bending, and the flowing water moves like a dragon and flies like a phoenix.
"Fairy Yeyue is worthy of her title. Under the night moon, she is full of fairy spirit."
"On the ancient road of Confucianism and Taoism, the one who is slightly inferior to Xiaoyue Immortal Lord is Yeyue Fairy"
"Singing and dancing, my heart is shaken"
…
All kinds of words of praise blurted out from the mouths of the talented people present.
The dance lasted for two quarters of an hour before stopping.
Fairy Yeyue saluted in the air, came down from the clouds, and sat down on the side of the table where Chu Feng and Xiao Huohuo were.
The Night Fairy actually took the initiative to stay by Chu Feng's side.
Many people secretly lamented why they were not as talented as Chu Feng.
"Taoist Master, please"
Fairy Yeyue held the wine glass in her bare hands and brought it to Chu Feng.
As an old-school time traveler, Chu Feng was used to not eating or drinking outside. When he saw this, he declined politely: "Pindao is a monk and cannot drink."
Fairy Yeyue's expression was stagnant, but she quickly recovered and put down the wine glass as if nothing was wrong.
The eyes of the talented people almost jumped out of their heads. Some people actually refused the wine proposed by Fairy Yeyue.
Xiao Huohuo, who was smelling of alcohol, said with a big tongue: "Fairy, I am not a monk, I can drink."
Fairy Yeyue smiled and said nothing.
Xiao Huohuo, embarrassed, lowered his head and pretended to be an ostrich.
Opposite, Young Master Dongxuan stood up and looked at Chu Feng with a hint of jealousy in his eyes. He was one of Fairy Yeyue's suitors. Fairy Yeyue had always been indifferent to him. He thought that his personality was like this. Seeing just now At that scene, he felt insulted.
As a graceful noble son, he is admired by countless scholars. Even if he is unhappy in his heart, he still has a smile on the surface.
"The talent of the Taoist priest is rare in the world. Dongxuan takes back what he just asked for advice and asked the Taoist priest to give you some poems passed down from the country for us to admire."
Chu Feng and Xiaoyue Immortal Lord had just agreed to come up with three national-level poems. Dong Xuan said this, undoubtedly wanting to consume Chu Feng's poetry inventory.
On the first seat, Xiaoyue Xianzun was holding a wine glass. A trace of displeasure flashed in her beautiful eyes. With her wisdom, she could not see Dongxuan's Xiao Jiujiu.
Just as he was about to make two things into one, Dongxuan's voice sounded again.
"Xianzun Xiaoyue once composed a poem in seven steps when he was young. I wonder if he can do it as a grown man?"
A poem in seven steps?
At this moment, the scholars present, even the fools, could see that Dong Xuan deliberately made things difficult for Chu Feng.
However, they came from the same origin as Dongxuan and had no reason to help outsiders, so they all pretended to be watching the show.
The Immortal Lord Xiaoyue, who was at the head, seemed to be interested as well, playing with the wine glass with a playful expression on his face.
Under the moonlight, Chu Feng's eyes swept across the crowd and stopped on Dong Xuan.
"Why write a poem in seven steps? Isn't it better to write a poem in one step?"
One step at a time, Fairy Yeyue was filled with surprise.
The amusement on Xiaoyue Immortal's face became even more intense.
The scholars present were all stunned.
Xiao Huohuo looked at Chu Feng with admiration.
Arrogant, too arrogant!
A sneer appeared on Dongxuan's face for the first time.
"Fellow Daoist Chu, what I'm talking about is national-level poetry, so don't make up for it."
Chu Feng smiled and said: "The worst is to pass the national level"
At this time, everyone's expressions, including Dongxuan and Xiaoyue Immortal Master, were frozen. The worst is to pass on national-level poetry, but when it comes to passing on national-level poetry, it's like cabbage!
