Seeing Jiang Gan diverting the water to the east and pushing the two-winged blood mosquito towards her, Master Li snorted slightly to express his dissatisfaction.
This soft moan fell into the ears of the blood mosquito, like a thunderbolt, his whole body twitched and he fell to the ground.
Jiang Gan could clearly sense that there was still a faint trace of vitality in the blood mosquito's body.
Jiang Qian sighed slightly in his heart because of the tenacious vitality of this blood mosquito after two fatal attacks in succession.
He waved his sleeves as if unintentionally, and an undetectable spatial fluctuation flashed through, and the blood mosquito disappeared.
"This, this?"
Wang Zilang was dumbfounded. He had never thought that the two-winged blood mosquito that had been so successful in the past would actually become useless today.
"You still underestimate the enemy too much. After all, that boy is the chief senior brother of Taixuan Dao Palace. He has profound Taoist skills and is unpredictable!"
Chai Shirong was not surprised that the two-winged blood mosquito returned with its feathers flying.
Jiang Qian, who has the title of Chief Senior Brother, was actually killed, so how can he be so easy to deal with.
Let Wang Zilang take action, just with the idea of taking a shot with or without dates.
At the same time, there is also someone who is jealous of Wang Zilang. He has been unhappy with Wang Zilang for a long time.
He admitted that Wang Zilang, his father, and Wang Pu, the king of Songzhou, were extremely intelligent, had great strategies, and had armored soldiers in his belly.
But Prince Lang is only half a bucket full of water. He doesn't even know what his father, Wang Pu, is, but he prides himself on being an unparalleled counselor, which is just annoying.
If it weren't for the fact that his father Wang Pu was a confidant of his father Chai Yuguan, Chai Shirong wouldn't bother hanging out with a half-assed adviser like Wang Zilang.
"Then you still want me to take action?"
Wang Zilang's face was ferocious, his eyes were bloodshot, and he roared angrily.
These two-winged blood mosquitoes are the descendants of the ancient vicious six-winged blood mosquitoes, and were given to him as a protective object by his father, Wang Pu.
If trained properly, he could be promoted to a four-winged blood mosquito, which would be enough to threaten a third-level expert.
Once promoted to a six-winged blood mosquito, it can even threaten the legendary immortal gods.
In addition, these two-winged blood mosquitoes usually solved many difficult problems for him, so Wang Zilang naturally regarded them as treasures.
Nowadays, the blood mosquito's life and death are unknown, and Wang Zilang loses control of his emotions, not caring about the identity gap between them.
"Try it, what if there is a surprise?"
Seeing Wang Zilang's ugly face, Chai Shirong said calmly, but he felt secretly happy.
For a moment, the two people with different thoughts fell silent. The atmosphere in the private room was extremely solemn, and you could hear a needle drop.
"Everyone, Mr. Li is here today at the Xiaoxiang Pavilion. We want to show our loyalty as landlords."
"There is a bright moon, delicious food and wine, a peerless beauty, and music, singing and dancing. What else is missing?"
On the floating platform on the water, many Confucian scholars drank two glasses of wine and began to cheer up the atmosphere loudly.
"Of course it's poetry that adds to the fun!" The other Confucian scholars responded loudly.
This kind of situation is not unfamiliar to them at all, they are all veterans.
"Yes, it's poetry. Tangzhou's poetry and prose are the best in the Immortal Qin Dynasty, and Songzhou's lyrics and music are also the best in China. Their culture is brilliant and famous all over the world."
"Today, Mr. Li is here. We will use the theme of beauty, show off our literary talent, and leave a beautiful article!"
A well-known Confucian scholar stood up and suggested with a smile.
"Okay! Let's use this as the title. Please don't weaken the reputation of Bianliang City."
There are not many dandy sons among the noble sons who can come to Xiaoxiang Pavilion. They are almost all the outstanding ones of the younger generation in Songzhou.
It is true that those big families have big businesses, but there are also many children in the family, and the various resources needed for practice are simply a bottomless pit, and no matter how much money they have, they are not enough.
In this case, the ordinary dandy may not have bad cultivation resources, but his monthly money is actually not much.
How can I have so much monthly money to come to Xiaoxiang Pavilion to have a good time? If I come here once in a while, I will be exhausted for the next ten and a half days.
Songzhou is the origin of the poetry of hundreds of schools of thought, and Bianliang Academy is one of the four major academies in the Eastern Wasteland, with a unique style of writing.
Many people have been learning poetry and articles since childhood and dare not blurt out words, but writing poems and lyrics is not a problem.
Soon, a maid brought pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and those literati drank and drank and behaved wildly!
"Looking forward to your masterpieces!"
Master Li moved onto the platform, as graceful as a fairy under the moon, and his clear and sweet voice resounded in everyone's ears.
Later, Master Li played another piece of music on the piano, and the ethereal music sounded like the bright moon, wiping away the irritability in his mind and stimulating the flow of literary thoughts.
The music of the piano is playing, and the literati are full of energy. They all want to write a good poem and article to win the love of beautiful women.
"Beauty poems?"
The corner of Jiang Gan's mouth curled up, but he had no intention of showing off to others.
Although he can't write poems or lyrics, he has read a lot of ancient poems from his previous life, and poems about beautiful women are no exception.
Leaning on the desk, Jiang Qian picked up the wine glass and poured himself a glass of wine. It was so enjoyable!
Li Shishi was sitting on the platform with the bead curtain half rolled up. The hazy moonlight shone on her delicate jade face, adding even more beauty to her, making her breathtakingly beautiful.
Master Li's beautiful eyes were as crystal clear as amber, and the divine light in her eyes was flowing, but she had a panoramic view of the scene under the stage.
I saw wisps of white air rising up, majestic and bright, spreading in mid-air and turning into a picture scroll.
Each of the beauties, some plump and charming, some as cool as a fairy, some lively and lovely, some dignified and majestic, all charming and charming, each with its own characteristics and style!
It is precisely when the pen is written that the poem is completed and the literary spirit is stirred up, thus revealing the vision.
Such a scene is difficult to see with the naked eye, and only those who know how to look at it can have a full view.
"Eh!"
Li Shishi focused his eyes and found that the big characters were floating in the air, and the light was like rain, showing an astonishing phenomenon.
Turning his eyes, he saw an elegant young man, as handsome as jade, with graceful brows and elegant demeanor.
"It turns out to be Zhao Ji!"
Li Shishi nodded secretly, although Zhao Ji had very poor foundation, a difficult martial arts, and a slim path to immortality, he was a rare seed of Confucianism and Taoism, and was excellent in both calligraphy and painting.
The self-made thin gold body, sharp brushwork, iron painting and silver hooks, elegant and rich, made even the great scholars admire it.
The flower-and-bird paintings he created were based on his ability to give shapes to objects as he encountered them, and his brushwork inspired nature and his unique ingenuity, which attracted competition among painters.
At the age of sixteen or seventeen, he is already in the seventh level of Confucianism and Taoism, and is expected to break through to the sixth level of material state in his weak years.
If nothing unexpected happens, he will become a great scholar in thirty years and lead Songzhou Wenhua.
Although the rest of them are not as good as Zhao Ji, their literary spirit surges and their pen and ink are fragrant, which makes them unique.
Li Shishi nodded secretly, Songzhou indeed had a prosperous literary style and numerous outstanding people.
After looking around, her eyes fell on Jiang Gan, and she subconsciously followed Jiang Gan's every move.
Seeing Jiang Gan pouring himself a glass of wine, without any intention of writing poetry or lyrics, a look of disappointment flashed deep in his eyes.
Even though he knew that Jiang Qian was a practitioner and was not as good as a scholar in terms of poetry and writing, he still couldn't help but be disappointed.
Jiang Qian's perception was so keen that he instantly noticed the disappointment in Li Shishi's eyes, and a surge of pride suddenly surged into his heart.