There is a bright moon on the sea, and the world is at this moment together.
When the Mid-Autumn Festival comes, Luoxianji is very lively.
The bright moon is hanging in the sky, and countless red lanterns will illuminate the fallen immortals in a very festive way.
It was very lively today, with children running around with lanterns on their faces, and young men and women putting down lanterns in the river, looking for the right person.
In the small lake, there is a huge boat with bright lights and singing and dancing.
Among the crowd, Ye Chen and Liu Dan looked at everything around him with a slight smile on his lips.
This festive day gave Ye Chen some more memories.
On top of a tall building, a figure in black stood leaning against the building, his sinister eyes scanning everything around him.
Behind him was a recently deceased corpse, holding a book in his hand. He was obviously a scholar, with eyes wide open and full of fear.
"Um."
The next moment, the expression of the figure in black lit up.
His eyes instantly fell on Ye Chen.
"What a rich and awe-inspiring aura."
The figure in black at this moment had excitement in his eyes.
There were some problems with the demonic skills he practiced. What he needed most at the moment was Haoran's energy to help him suppress his inner demons.
When he saw Ye Chen, he was instantly overjoyed, and when he looked at Liu Dan beside Ye Chen, greed appeared in his eyes.
Originally, his target today was the literary scholar in the distant pavilion. He never expected to meet Ye Chen.
"Tang Jianghai pays homage to the young master."
Among the crowd, Tang Jianghai hurriedly squeezed over, his eyes filled with respect.
Tang Jianghai came all the way and spent a lot of time, just in time to catch up with the Mid-Autumn Festival.
"Sect Master Tang, long time no see."
When Ye Chen met Tang Jianghai, a hint of joy appeared in his eyes. This was the master of Tianchen Palace. He could not be offended by anything, and the other party was so friendly. Ye Chen could not find any reason to offend others.
"Um!"
"Tang Jianghai, the master of Tianchen Palace, actually knows this scholar and is so respectful to him. Is this person's identity extremely unusual?"
The sullen old man who was about to take action immediately hurriedly stabilized his body.
Tang Jianghai, the master of Tianchen Palace, knew that he had broken through to the realm of divine martial arts.
He didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble.
And for a being in the realm of divine martial arts to be so respectful, the man in black is naturally very afraid of him.
Although he is a powerful demon, he does not dare to provoke someone who is too noble, because once he provokes someone who is too noble, it will be really troublesome if the other person fights with him to the death.
So at this moment, the man in black stopped thinking of touching Ye Chen.
His eyes fell on the attic in the distance.
When he looked at Xiao Yang in the attic, a smile appeared on his face.
However, when he saw Tang Jianghai and others walking towards the attic, he did not choose to take action immediately, fearing that Tang Jianghai would interfere in his affairs, so he had enough patience.
"Xiao Cangqiong pays homage to the young master."
As soon as he approached the attic, Xiao Cangqiong's body fell in front of Ye Chen, his eyes filled with respect.
"Shenwu Realm."
The moment he saw Xiao Cangqiong, Tang Jianghai was secretly shocked. In the area he commanded, there was actually a person in the realm of divine martial arts, and the opponent's strength was not at all what he had just broken through.
"Xiao Yang, meet the young master."
Xiao Yang also hurriedly walked out and bowed to Ye Chen, his eyes full of excitement.
Tonight's Mid-Autumn Poetry Party was hosted by Xiao Yang.
Ye Chen, in Xiao Yang's eyes, was a supreme being, and there was no way he could not see him when he met him.
"Xiao Yang, are you holding a cultural gathering?"
Ye Chen smiled.
"Yes, sir, can you give me a poem for this Mid-Autumn Festival?"
"So many of us have racked our brains, but we haven't been able to write a decent poem." Xiao Yang said expectantly.
"OK."
At this moment, Ye Chen also became interested and followed Xiao Yang and others into the pavilion.
"Um!"
"Who is this person? Two powerful men in the divine martial realm showed such respect to him.
The man in black looked a little more fearful.
In the attic, pens, ink, paper and inkstones were quickly prepared.
Xiao Yang's excited eyes fell on Ye Chen.
Ye Chen picked up the pen, pondered for a moment, and then came down with the pen: The full moon flies into the mirror, and the sword is broken when returning to the heart.
Turning around and walking far away, climbing osmanthus and looking up to the sky.
There is frost and snow on the waterway, and feathers are visible on the forest habitat.
At this moment, looking at the white rabbit, I want to count the hair.
A little further down Wushan Gorge, you can still see Baidi City.
The entire Pupu is dark, and half of the building is bright.
The fights are all urging the dawn, and the toads will fall on their own.
Zhang Gong relies on the remaining soul, not only the Han family camp.
At this moment, Ye Chen carries an inexplicable temperament all over his body, and with every word he speaks, the charm of Confucianism and Taoism increases.
At this moment, it was as if the pen in his hand had turned into a long dragon.
"What?"
"Daoyun, this is Daoyun."
Tang Jianghai and Xiao Cangqiong beside Ye Chen were inexplicably shocked.
Who would have thought that a random poem by Ye Chen would contain such a rich Taoist rhyme? At this moment, the eyes of the two of them were full of horror.
Tao Yun, what a precious thing.
But when Ye Chen raised his hands and feet, there was actually Tao Yun accompanying him.
At this moment, the two of them were shocked by Ye Chen's calligraphy and painting.
"What?"
"What a rich aura of awe-inspiringness, this is the charm of Confucianism and Taoism."
"It turns out to be the rhyme of Confucianism and Taoism. If I can get such a shocking article, then I don't have to worry about my inner demons."
At this moment, the sinister look in the eyes of the man in black disappeared completely, replaced by excitement.
His body was shaking with excitement.
He never thought that he could actually see such a divine creature appear.
At this moment, the man in black clenched his fists with great anticipation.
After putting away the last stroke, a smile appeared on Ye Chen's lips.
He still likes this one among Mid-Autumn Festival poems.
"Wonderful, wonderful!"
At this moment, in the pavilion, the eyes of every scholar were full of excitement.
Today, they actually saw a shocking poem.
However, these people still don't know the Taoist charm contained in this calligraphy and painting.
"Young master and heavenly being."
Xiao Yang exclaimed.
His heart was trembling violently, and his eyes were full of shock. He did not expect that Ye Chen's random poems contained Taoist rhyme.
At this moment, Xiao Yang could hardly look away from the calligraphy and painting.
Xiao Cangqiong and Tang Jianghai beside Ye Chen had incredible eyes.
Taking out such a treasure would definitely cause countless bloody storms, but in front of Ye Chen, this was just done casually.
Ye Chen looked at Xiao Yang who was beside him and was obsessed with it, and couldn't help but smile: "Xiao Yang, if you like it, I will give this calligraphy and painting to you."
Hearing Ye Chen's words, Xiao Cangqiong was also extremely excited.
Xiao Yang is a bloodline of the Xiao family.
He appeared here today to protect Xiao Yang. Ye Chen valued Xiao Yang. Xiao Yang had a promising future and was the key to the rise of the Xiao family. He did not allow any accidents.
"Thank you, sir!"
At this moment, Xiao Yang's voice was trembling with excitement when he heard Ye Chen's voice.
"Sir, it seems that this person is going to be trained."
"It's a pity that I don't cultivate literature, otherwise it would be a great opportunity to accept this boy as a disciple." Tang Jianghai was a little jealous at the moment, but he didn't dare to snatch Ye Chen's things.
