I'm really a decent cultivator

"I'll have one too."

"A person walks in the rivers and lakes, how can he not drink, and come to Xianlelou when drinking, accompanied by delicious food, wine and beautiful women."

Next, many monks volunteered to participate in the inscription of poems.

It's just that the poems they wrote can only be described as horrible.

However, the atmosphere in the arena was up. The monks toasted and drank together. It was very lively.

"Is there anyone else who wants to write a poem?" Ya Ji looked at the crowd and asked.

"The old man also has a song." Mo Lao coughed dryly, got up slowly, and said loudly.

"Mr. Mo, I like you."

Mo Lao glanced at Ya Ji on the stage, and found that when the other party looked at him charmingly, his face turned redder, and he drank a few glasses of strong wine, and said loudly.

"When the altar is opened, thousands of kings are drunk, and ten miles of incense are served on the table. The world of fairy music is great, and there are many customers with the fragrance of wine."

Mo Lao's words immediately silenced the venue, and even Ya Ji showed a look of surprise on her face.

"Okay, what a poem!" The disciples of the same school clapped their hands and applauded immediately, creating momentum for their elders.

"This poem is really wonderful, I'm willing to bow down." The monk who had previously recited the poem bowed and saluted.

"Acceptance." Mo Lao said with a smile on his beard.

After hearing this, the elders of the same generation felt jealous. They didn't expect this old dog to hide so deeply!

Although they are jealous, they are very helpless. Many people are stronger than Mo Lao in Lun's strength, but they can't write poems in Lun.

I usually go to cultivate immortals, so I don't have time to chant poems and compose Fu.

Just when everyone thought that Mo Lao won the first prize, Li Qiye got up, bypassed Qing Chen, came to the lever, looked down at everyone, and said with a smile: "Poems are good poems, but unfortunately they lack a little charm."

With this remark,
Everyone looked up one after another, and when they saw Li Qiye's appearance, they all showed a bit of surprise. He was dressed in a Qingyun unicorn robe, and his delicate face could not find any flaws on him.

It has to be said that even if Li Qiye didn't speak, he was full of force when he went there.

"Who is this son, so handsome." Someone asked doubtfully after seeing Li Qiye.

"I've never heard of this character, but judging from his appearance, he should be a closed disciple of the Great Sect."

Hearing this, Mr. Mo sneered, brushed his beard and said with a smile: "Your Excellency has such a comment on this old man, and my little friend also wrote a poem, how about it?"

On the surface, Mo Lao was calm and calm, but there was a strange look in his eyes.

Li Qiye smiled lightly, waved the feather fan lightly in his hand, and said: "Being obedient is worse than being respectful, I'm showing my shame."

finished speaking,

The feather fan pointed forward, and said loudly: "The tea is not cold when people leave, but the wine is especially fragrant when guests come. Don't get drunk with delicious food and wine, sincere guests often come."

As soon as this poem came out, the audience was instantly shocked, even Qing Chen was shocked.

This kid is indeed a beep king!

and also,

When did he have an extra lupine in his hand, specially prepared for this pretending?

but,

For him, it may not be a bad thing, if they are all mediocre, how can they show that he is extraordinary.

In the arena, many women were intoxicated by poetry and couldn't extricate themselves. They didn't know whether they were intoxicated by poetry or cared about Yin Li Qiye.

"This poem is not only good, but also has charm in the poem. In comparison, it is indeed better than Mo Lao's poems." An old man commented.

"This son, with such talent at such a young age, has a bright future."

"Good poem!" Ya Ji stretched out her jade hand and clapped her hands.

"The old man is willing to bow down." Mo Lao cupped his hands and said, saying that he was willing to bow down, but there was a cunning flash in his eyes.

"Is there anyone else writing poems?" Ya Ji looked at the crowd and asked.

Originally, some people still wanted to write poems, but Li Qiye's poems made them stop thinking about it.

Just when everyone thought that the winner tonight was Li Qiye, a lazy voice sounded in everyone's ears.

"I'll have one too."

When everyone followed the sound, they found that there was also a man standing beside Li Qiye.

When they saw Qing Chen's appearance, no matter they were men, women, young or old, they lost their minds in an instant.

Even Ya Ji, who had seen countless people, was shocked at this moment, and there was a touch of shock in her eyes.

Mr. Pianpian has an extraordinary temperament and is as handsome as a fairy, especially his eyes, which seem to contain the vastness of the universe, but at the same time are extremely clear and full of spirituality.

How could there be such a handsome man in this world!

Ya Ji, a heart that has been covered in dust for thousands of years, for some reason, at this moment, beat a bit more.

"This person must be an immortal." Someone lost his voice, staring at that flawless face in a daze.

"Isn't that what a fairy is?"

"It's really good to see. What should I do? I'm tempted."

Quite a few maidens became Qing Chen's number one fan just by glancing at him.

Qing Chen had already become numb to everyone's reaction, but in order to pave the way better, he smiled lightly at everyone, and said: "I have little talent, if my poetry is not good, I hope you don't laugh at me."

His voice was like the voice of jade, low and full of magnetism, like a warm summer call, melting their winter cold, and like a storm, making them unable to breathe.

"My God, his voice is so nice."

"He also looks good when he smiles. This person should only exist in the sky. He is so extraordinary." Many girls exclaimed.

Qingchen's every move touched their hearts. At the same time, what made them even more curious was what kind of poems such a fairy would make.

The audience was silent, and all eyes were on him.

for a while,

A magnetic voice lingered in everyone's ears.

"Eagerly to welcome the fairy trail, Bai Yexian, Lin Yexian, Su Yexian, today I am drunk in the lake and mountains, there are immortals and immortals,
Carpe diem in time, spring is also happy, summer is also happy, autumn is also happy, autumn comes to find poetry in the wind and snow, and it is also happy not to be happy. "

When everyone heard Qing Chen's poems, everyone was stunned, and Ya Ji, who was also standing on the high platform, was also stunned.

He incorporated the word "Xianle" into his poems, which not only added charm, but also added an artistic conception.

wonderful!
Quatrains through the ages!

"it is good!"

A female cultivator broke the tranquility and clapped her hands. Everyone reacted and applauded.

at this time,

Ya Ji no longer knows how to evaluate it, and she is still intoxicated in poetry, unable to extricate herself.

Li Qiye was shocked after hearing this, but there was no trace of jealousy in his eyes.

"Ms. Li, I am willing to bow down."

Qing Chen bowed in return without saying a word.

"What is your name, please?"

At this time,

Ya Ji, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke.

After Situ Wan'er and Su Che, who had been silent all this time, heard this, their hearts beat faster.

Ya Ji's words attracted everyone's curiosity at the same time, who was such an extraordinary person, and which sect did he come from?
Here comes the main event!

He has been laying the groundwork for so long, isn't he just waiting for this moment.

Me, showdown!
"I'm a deceitful sect, Qingchen."