Hua Qiangu Zhiwu is Bai Zihua

Brother is going to sing poetry?

Everyone in Changliu was taken aback, this should not be a joke!

He couldn't help but think about that white figure and looked around, and suddenly found that there was a domineering and aloof aura in the seemingly out-of-this-world temperament.

Hua Qiangu snuggled into Zihua's arms obsessively, not worried at all, because she knew that no matter what her master was, she was the best in the Six Realms!

Hearing this, everyone under the high altar was stunned for a moment before reacting and clapped their hands together and said in unison: "Please, Immortal Master!"

"Yeah." Zi Hua nodded lightly, looking down at the delicate and blooming snow plums below, thinking slightly...

Everyone present was watching him, watching him sing verses, even Dongfang Yuqing was no exception.

The people below looked up slightly, and a strange thought suddenly appeared in their hearts, as if the white figure standing on the high altar, like the high god's mansion, was overlooking these tiny beings,

Everyone became quiet all of a sudden, holding their breath and staring closely at the white figure.

Zihua was really not as boring as planning to sing any poems,

Originally, I didn't even have much interest in coming to the Snow Appreciation Conference, but because Xiaogu was also very curious and wanted to come and have a look, that's why I came here!

I thought it was like this, hugging Xiaogu to talk about love, looking at those blooming snow plums, I didn't expect Dongfang Yuqing to lift herself out,

Thinking of this, Zihua couldn't help turning his head, took a deep look at Dongfang Yuqing, and then said lightly, "I don't know if there is any restriction or designation for the first song in this chapter."

"Uh..." Quilt Hua glanced at Dongfang Yuqing, who couldn't help being taken aback, knowing that he might already be hated.

But when he heard Zihua's question, he was stunned again, not afraid of restrictions?

(Ask for flowers, ask for a reward, ask for a monthly pass, ask for motivation, ask for...)_

Chapter 280 The fifth shocking audience, the blessing of all people,

You must know that there are no restrictions or designations, Zihua can sing whatever poems he is good at and likes at will, and there is nothing wrong with singing the sun on a snowy day, but the current appearance is not afraid of restrictions.

Dongfang Yuqing couldn't help but look at Zihua a few more times, curious in his heart, is he really that sure?

After he saw Zi Hua's unshielded cheeks and indifferent expression, Dongfang Yuqing couldn't help but get serious, thought for a while and said with a smile:

"Master Immortal. Today, the snow is flying and fluttering, and we are admiring snow plums on the Xuemei Terrace. Let's use snow and plums as the theme."

All the people present, who knew poetry, sighed inwardly: This number one scholar is so cunning!

The Xuemei Terrace in Xiayu Lake is one of the most famous scenery in Xishu Kingdom,

The Snow Appreciation Conference is held every year. There are already tens of thousands of poems written by Xue and Mei, and they have almost been recited by people. If you want to make a breakthrough in Xue and Mei, there are only three words: Difficult!Disaster!Disaster!

In fact, even Dongfang Yuqing herself has no better poems about Xue and Mei.

The tens of thousands of poems of Xue and Mei that have been circulated will be the biggest obstacle for Zihua, even if Zihua sings well,

The poems that Dongfang Yuqing had already prepared had something to do with the snow, the lake and the people in front of him, and they would not be suppressed by Zihua. Once Zihua couldn't sing a good poem, comparing the two, it would be clear at a glance which one was stronger and weaker. Seeing the outcome, I'm afraid Zihua will be ashamed by then!

Dongfang Yuqing deserves to be the master of the Pavilion of Immortal Immortals. He was given the title of ghost by people from the six realms, but it's not for nothing!

After thinking about it for a while, Zihua also understood the mystery, and didn't say much.

"Xue...mei," murmured to himself, walked a few steps lightly with Hua Qiangu in her arms, looked from Xuemei Terrace to Xuemei Garden not far away,

The fairy posture is elegant, the lonely temperament and the unique charm make the whole Xuemei Terrace silent, and all of them are looking at Zihua alone.

The Xuemei Terrace was quiet, and the laughter of some tourists came from the Xuemei Garden not far away.

After Zihua came to this world, he saw the heavy snow and plum blossoms in the Northland for the first time, and he already liked and appreciated them very much.

In his previous life, he was born in the northern country, and he felt the scene, and he already had some feelings in his heart. He walked back and forth a few steps, and he had already thought up the poem.

Amidst the doubtful eyes of everyone, Zihua picked up a magic weapon in his hand, put his index finger and middle finger together, and pointed towards the void in front of him, a silver light shot out from his fingertips, and shot towards the void in front of him. go,

It turned into a huge snow-white picture scroll in the void, and a silver-white writing brush began to write slowly without grinding the ink...

All the fangs shake off and chat alone, silently welcome the snow from the high mountains,

Blossoms are like snow with dark fragrance floating, flowers and snow dance together to intoxicate the mortal world,

Jade people are hidden in the snowy plum forest, the plum blossoms on the jade face reflect the snow,

Why does Xuemei transmit the bell sound, why does Qionghua descend to the world,

Suddenly, like a spring breeze overnight, thousands of pear trees bloom,

I would like to take advantage of the east wind to dance flowers and snow, and make every family and alley into spring.

With the silver brush moving slowly, the big characters flying and flying, slowly appearing on the scroll,

With the appearance of each verse, there will be bursts of fairy voices lingering, a melodious fairy voice slowly singing the verse in everyone's ears... B

It seems that every word contains some kind of mysterious charm, so that everyone can't help but fall into it at a glance...

The people who were originally quiet and waiting to see the joke became even more silent in an instant, leaving only the gently fluttering snowflakes blooming gently like prosperity, looking at the snowflakes, plum blossoms, the jade figures and bells among the plum blossoms, and the verses drawn by everyone on the quilt Traction, into an unknown world.

Quiet!

Quiet!

Still quiet!

The poems in the void have been written, the silver brush has dissipated, and the bursts of chanting fairy voices have also disappeared for a long time. The Xuemei Terrace, which was originally roaring, ready to watch the excitement, and crowded with tourists, is still quiet and peaceful. quiet,