I, who was the cannon fodder in the fantasy world, was entangled by the heroine

"Third Senior Brother, Mr. Jiang is here to participate in the Zhulin Poetry Club!" the disciple quickly explained.

"Bamboo Forest Poetry Club?" Tong Wenxuan looked at Jiang Qian, and suddenly remembered: "I remembered, you wrote the song "The Hairpin Head Phoenix"!"

"Hmph, it's just a poem about the love between a man and a woman, it's not at all elegant!"

"Wait, Bamboo Forest Poetry Association, I will show you what real poetry is."

"Let you know how trash you are!"

Jiang Qian waved his hand and said indifferently, "It doesn't matter!"

The voice fell.

He turned and left the place.

Hu Murui came to Tong Wenxuan, kicked his second brother hard, put his hands on his hips, and said angrily: "You actually called Brother Jiang trash!"

"If it wasn't because this place is Tianxiang Academy, it would be more than that!"

Say it.

She immediately followed Jiang Qian's footsteps.

Tong Wenxuan tightly covered his second brother with both hands, and looked at Hu Murui's back angrily: "Who is this woman? How dare you hit me like this!"

"Third Senior Brother, she is the Young Sect Master of Yushoumen!" After the disciple finished speaking, he immediately caught up with Jiang Qian.

The Young Master of the Beast Sect?Hu Murui!

Her cousin is Hu Zhuang!

Forget it, I am unlucky myself!

What Tong Wenxuan was afraid of was not Hu Murui's identity as the young master of the Beast Sect, but her cousin, Hu Zhuang!

About half an hour or so.

The disciple brought Jiang Qian to a secluded and deep guest room.

"Master Jiang, this place is where you live."

"Sect Master Hu's room is next door!"

"If so, if there is nothing else, I will leave first."

Jiang Qian nodded and replied, "No, thank you for your hard work."

"It's okay!" The disciple smiled, and then left the place.

"Finally I can have a good rest!" Jiang Qian stretched his waist and was about to enter the room.

Suddenly, I smelled a very strong medicinal fragrance.

He turned around and saw a man with long cyan hair tied up in a jade crown and an elegant temperament walking over.

"Cousin!" Hu Murui's eyes lit up, and he trotted up to Hu Zhuang.

Hu Zhuang smiled slightly, and looked down at Hu Murui: "You have grown a lot taller!"

"You are Jiang Qian, I've heard my aunt tell you about you."

"Well, it's really good, you are qualified to be the son-in-law of our Hu family!"

son in law?What son-in-law?
Jiang Qian was at a loss and couldn't understand what Hu Zhuang was talking about.

but.

He was very concerned about the strong smell of medicine on Hu Zhuang's body.

"You are Miss Hu's cousin, but why do you have such a strong smell of medicine?" Jiang Qian asked.

Hu Zhuang heard that he smelled the smell on his body, and there was indeed a strong fragrance of Da medicine.

"I just came out of the alchemy room, so I smell some medicine."

Alchemy room?Damn, I didn't expect Hu Murui to have a cousin who was an alchemist.

Jiang Qian looked at Hu Zhuang in surprise.

"Hehehe, I didn't expect that, my cousin is still a second-level alchemist!" Hu Murui said with some pride.

When Hu Zhuang heard Hu Murui's words, he suddenly thought of something: "I suddenly remembered that I still have a third-tier elixir being refined, and this is the critical moment for me to become a third-tier alchemist!"

"Jiang Qian, cousin, I will leave now, see you next time!"

talking.

He left in a hurry.

Jiang Qian looked at Hu Zhuang, who had no refined appearance just now, and asked, "Miss Hu, has your cousin always been this forgetful?"

"Well, maybe it's because he and his senior brother grew up, and he was infected by his senior brother!" Hu Murui replied.

Jiang Qian nodded, then turned and went back to his room.

Hu Murui followed immediately.

That night, Jiang Qian and Hu Murui played a two-person game all night.

Beast Chess!
The next day.

Jiang Qian came to a bamboo forest under the leadership of a disciple weakly.

On the way, he yawned continuously.

Looking at the densely packed bamboos around, he murmured: "Bamboo Forest Poetry Fair? It's really held in the bamboo forest. I thought it was just their scholars who named it like this for the sake of sounding good!"

"I didn't expect it to be true!"

While speaking, he came to a quiet and elegant courtyard.

And that place is exactly where the Zhulin Poetry Club is held.

With Jiang Qian's arrival, almost everyone's eyes were on him.

"Is he the author of "The Hairpin Phoenix"? I didn't expect to be so young!"

"You don't know? He is not only the author of "The Hairpin Head Phoenix", but also the senior brother of the Qingshan sect!"

"Sure enough, the waves behind the Yangtze River push forward!"

"..."

Qin Jingtong came over at this time, put his hands on his shoulders, and said with a light smile, "Sit down quickly, this poetry meeting will start soon!"

Jiang Qian nodded and sat in a very inconspicuous place.

"Jiang Qian, you are indeed invited to the Bamboo Forest Poetry Club!" Situ Yahan happened to be sitting next to Jiang Qian, looking at Jiang Qian without any surprise.

After all, Jiang Qian's "The Hairpin Head Phoenix" is completely qualified to participate.

If so, it would be strange that he was not invited.

Jiang Qian discovered Situ Yahan only after hearing the words: "So it's Miss Situ, I didn't expect to meet you in this place!"

"I have participated in this bamboo forest poetry meeting many times!" Situ Yahan said with a light smile.

"Awesome!" Jiang Qian couldn't help but praised.

The gold content of the Bamboo Forest Conference is very high. Situ Yahan can come many times, which shows that she still has some strength.

At this time, Qin Jingtong suddenly said, "You are very welcome to come to our Bamboo Forest Conference!"

"As for our Bamboo Forest Conference, we only limit it to two themes: war and homesickness!"

"Also please, everyone boldly display your talents."

The voice fell.

Everyone began to conceive their own poems.

Only, Jiang Qian sat there leisurely, playing with the brush, not showing any signs of writing.

Qin Jingtong looked at Jiang Qian's appearance and smiled lightly.

Haven't written yet?It seems that he has a well-thought-out look. I wonder what poems he will write this time?

I'm really looking forward to it.

Just when everyone was writing one after another, Jiang Qian started to write at this time.

Tong Wenxuan, who had finished writing a long time ago, saw that Jiang Qian was still writing, and couldn't help laughing: "Why is there no inspiration or the writing is too rubbish?"

"That's why you delete, delete, delete and delete like this!"

"Sure enough, it's just a coincidence that you can write poems like "The Hairpin Phoenix"!"