The dinner was held in an extremely strange atmosphere. The reason why it was said to be strange was actually Ye Xiaochuan's own personal feeling. The other fairies and the two fat monks seemed to have a great time eating.
Ever since Li Qingfeng appeared, Ye Xiaochuan felt that his position among the fairies, the most beautiful man in the world, the Jade-Faced Flying Dragon, was threatened. While drinking, he watched several fairies chatting with Qingfeng Li.
His poems and songs.
He muttered in his mouth: "Isn't he just a pretty boy who just eats soft food? What's so great about him! He's one of the six weirdos, bah!" Jiese said from the side: "Boss, you can't help but be convinced.
This Qingfeng Li is indeed handsome and elegant. Look at what he says. Everything he says is full of allusions, and he is full of witty remarks. We are worthy of him in terms of cultivation, but when it comes to inner qualities, we are indeed not as good as others.
"
Ye Xiaochuan said: "Compared with this pretty boy, what we lack is a folding fan, and isn't it just poetry? Who can't do it?"
The six precepts, the precepts, and the straight beam at the foot of the mountain were immediately astonishing to the heavenly beings.
Jiang Qingxian, the Xuantianzong on the side, chuckled and said: "It turns out that Mr. Ye can also write poems and songs, and he really hides it. Everyone is very interested. How about inviting Mr. Ye to sing one in front of everyone?"
Jiang Qingxian's voice was so loud that the fairies next to him heard it, so they all looked at Ye Xiaochuan.
Ye Xiaochuan had a dark look on his face, several disciples of the Cangyun Sect, and Zuo Qiu of the Xuantian Sect also had a dark look on their faces.
Who among you is the fool? How could you not understand Jiang Qingxian’s sinister intentions?
Didn't he just want Ye Xiaochuan to make a fool of himself in public? When Du Chun was about to stand up and speak, Ye Xiaochuan jumped up, holding a half-eaten big bone in his hand, pointing at the country, and said impassionedly: "Isn't it just writing poetry?
, it’s just a word stacking game, what’s so difficult about it? Not to mention one song, even seventeen or eight, this great sage can pick it up at his fingertips
."
People who were familiar with Ye Xiaochuan immediately reached out and covered their foreheads.
Who doesn't know that this brat has no ink and is just like Wangcai? His handwriting is as ugly as a turtle's hand. It's obviously his own ugly handwriting. It's not said that his hands are very white. It's even said to be cursive.
It has the charm of Wang Xizhi.
Composing poetry? Composing a poem is almost like committing suicide.
Ye Xiaochuan did not notice the strange expressions on everyone's face at all, and said: "Since I have come to southern Xinjiang, I naturally have to write a few poems that are suitable for southern Xinjiang at this time. Let's see how I can complete a poem in seven steps."
"The bright moon rises out of Shu Mountain, among the vast sea of clouds. The wind stretches tens of thousands of miles and blows over hundreds of thousands of mountains." "Okay! As expected of the boss, a poem has been written before seven steps. This poem has rhyme and power, and is majestic.
, what’s even more rare is that the poetry is lofty and far-reaching, making people yearn for it. The first sentence starts with the bright moon and ends with Shu Mountain, pointing directly to the southern land south of Shu Mountain. In the second sentence, under the light clouds and gentle wind, there is something
The most amazing thing is the third sentence, the wind blows for tens of thousands of miles, listen, you all listen, what a beautiful sentence? The last sentence blows across hundreds of thousands of mountains, and stretches directly to the south for tens of thousands of miles.
The rolling mountains..."
He kept flattering Ye Xiaochuan and shook his head. People who didn't know it would really think that this monk was a master of poetry and prose.
However, the expressions of the others were very strange. They were all suppressing laughter, watching Liu Jie flattering him, and watching Ye Xiaochuan being proud...
After a while, Jiang Qingxian said: "The poem is a good poem, but why does it sound so familiar to me?"
This is absolutely a heinous prodigal!
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, none of them would believe that there could be such a scumbag among the righteous people.
However, people who are familiar with Ye Xiaochuan are not surprised at this moment. For example, Gu Paner, Yang Yishuang and others took the opportunity to kick Ye Xiaochuan several times to vent his anger on Zuo Qiu.