"Excuse me, fellow Daoist who has a stomachache, what's going on with this calligraphy and painting conference?" Jiang Lingxiao asked.
Du Ziteng didn't seem to notice the other party's address to him, and explained enthusiastically: "It turns out that fellow Taoists don't know that this poetry and painting conference is organized by the disciples of Qiyi Pavilion. The invitations are widely distributed, and many young monks will come.
Woolen cloth!"
At this time, Qingyan was also giving Jiang Ling a message to explain.
"Qiyi Pavilion is a fourth-rate sect in Ziyun County and has great influence in Yuzhou."
"Fellow Taoist, seeing that you have outstanding literary talent, would you like to join us to participate?" Du Ziteng asked.
"Haha, of course... let's forget it."
Jiang Ling secretly complained that he was mentally ill to attend such a conference. He was too lazy to waste time on something useless.
Now, it is still important to rush on the road, he is busy participating in the battle of geniuses.
"Oh, fellow Taoist, it's such a pity that you won't go. I heard that in the final stage of this conference, the Book of Shangyu will be brought out for everyone to understand." Du Ziteng sighed.
"Shangyu Shu? What is this?"
"Fellow Taoist, you don't know? Are you a native of Yuzhou? The Book of Rain is extremely famous. It is said that a long time ago, there was a Master of Rain in Yuzhou, who was a being who attained Taoism and became an immortal. This Book of Rain comes from here
The hand of an immortal, I heard that it contains magical powers and secrets, but no one has understood it yet."
Mysterious magic?!
Jiang Ling's eyes lit up. Isn't understanding this kind of thing his strength?
If this legend is true, then you can make a lot of money by understanding the magical powers and secrets left by the immortals.
"Hahaha...Brother Du, I was just joking, so of course I have to go to such a grand event!" Jiang Ling showed a bright smile.
Qingyan fell into deep thought. What kind of experience could make a person so thick-skinned?
"Eh? Until now, I still don't know the names of these two distinguished people." Du Ziteng asked.
"My surname is Yang, Yang Guo. This is my good friend, Xiao Longnu." Jiang Ling said casually.
Little Dragon Girl?
Princess Qingyan felt quite good, and she had no idea that she was being taken advantage of unintentionally. Of course, Jiang Ling didn't think about it that much, and now his mind was filled with things about magical powers and secret arts.
"It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Yang and Fellow Daoist Long. It's getting late. I would like to guide you two."
"Haha, Brother Du, you're welcome."
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"I didn't expect there to be such an elegant place in this bamboo forest."
Jiang Ling looked at everything around him and couldn't help but marvel.
There is a bamboo house here, which is quite rare, and now a lot of people gather here.
There are both men and women, and they are all monks. Among them, most of them are literate.
After all, some big bosses are still unwilling to come to this kind of conference.
In addition, there are many tea tables for everyone to rest and chat.
"Two fellow Taoists, I'm going down to meet my friends, so I'll excuse you now."
After Du Ziteng left, Jiang Ling and Qing Yan found a remote place to sit down, not wanting to attract attention.
but……
No matter what era it is, it all depends on appearance. Even if Qingyan does nothing, there are still many handsome young men who come over to inquire about her welfare.
That hypocritical smile was not far different from that of Brother Zhu, and Jiang Ling was pushed directly to the next table...
Qingyan was also taking the opportunity to inquire about Shang Yushu, and the others' words were the same as Du Ziteng's.
It was so boring that Jiang Ling carefully observed the strength of the people present and finally came to the conclusion that——
No one can beat it.
There is no one with a cultivation level above the Golden Core stage. It seems that only the younger generation is participating.
At the same time, it also shows that the Shangyu Book is not that attractive. It is probably because no one has been able to understand it since ancient times, and it is just a gimmick.
After taking a few sips of tea, it felt bland. He still preferred drinking. He liked the passionate scenes.
Then, he took out a jar of wine and drank it himself.
“What a delicious wine!”
Suddenly, a crisp voice sounded.
Jiang Ling looked up and saw a little girl in green clothes walking over.
Although she doesn't look like a fairy like Shi Wuyou, she is still very good and has that fresh feeling.
The little girl's cultivation level is only in the middle stage of Xiantian, which is not outstanding.
She sniffed her smart little nose, her eyes lit up, and she sat directly opposite Jiang Ling.
"Master, can you let me drink this wine?"
Jiang Ling's eyes flashed with surprise. He didn't expect that this little girl was a good drinker, which was rare.
"Drink if you like. It's not interesting for me to drink alone." Jiang Ling said with a smile.
"Then I won't be polite."
Then, under Jiang Ling's wide-eyed gaze, the little girl stood up directly, grabbed the wine jar, raised her head and drank, feeling a sense of heroism.
“Good wine!”
The little girl turned the wine jar upside down and didn't drop a drop of wine. She really drank it all, and she still acted like nothing happened.
"You won't get drunk after a thousand cups?"
"Yeah, I've been learning to drink from my father since I was a child, and I can still drink." The little girl nodded.
Then, she looked at Jiang Ling expectantly, looking unsatisfied.
Jiang Ling looked at the small teacup in his hand and felt that compared with the other party, he was simply weak.
He simply took out two large jars of wine and motioned to the little girl to take one.
"This young master is really a cheerful person, different from these literati." The little girl said with dazzling big eyes.
"Little girl, you are also different. Today is a destiny. How about drinking from this jar?"
"Okay."
Then, a particularly eye-catching picture appeared here.
The two of them stood up, put one foot on the stool, and started drinking from a large jar of wine.
"The smell of alcohol is so strong. Who are these two people, drinking here?"
"It's too vulgar to be considered elegant!"
"Qiyi Pavilion prohibits alcohol, so these two are not afraid of upsetting their hosts."
"..."
Everyone pointed at the two, but this did not prevent them from drinking a large jar.
After so much wine, Jiang Ling was still a little tipsy, so he opened his mouth and said:
"A thousand cups of wine is too little to meet a close friend, but half a sentence is too much to talk without speculation!"
"What a poem! The young master is the one with great talents. My younger sister Gongsun Yu, I wonder what I call the young master?"
"Jiang Ling."
This time, Jiang Ling didn't hide the little girl's name, but still gave her a reminder.
"When I am away from home, I now use the pseudonym Yang Guo."
"Jiang...Yang Guo, you are such a frank person. Now that we have finished drinking, we will be friends from now on!"
Gongsun Yu looked happy, and Jiang Ling's mood improved a lot.
At this time, a group of people wearing uniform clothes appeared. The handsome men and women attracted everyone's attention as soon as they appeared.