Chen Changsheng raised his eyebrows, looked at the man walking straight over, and then stopped beside Mu Qingran.

And with that man came a series of surprised glances.

"Hello. He smiled and spoke to Mu Qingran, without looking at Chen Changsheng.

Mu Qingran was a little flustered, and after glancing at Chen Changsheng, he said, "Is there something wrong?"

"Nothing. The young man smiled slightly, and said with great grace:

"It's just a storm, Xiaosheng just came to this Xuanwu City, some people are not familiar with the place, and when they see the fairy like this, they inevitably want to invite them to play together. ”

The young man spoke, completely ignoring Chen Changsheng's existence.

Chen Changsheng stood aside, smiling, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

Good guy, flirting sister is here for me, don't you want to live?

Chen Changsheng's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't speak.

When Mu Qingran heard this, he was obviously very surprised, and after glancing at Chen Changsheng, he shook his head and refused: "No need for Childe." ”

Mu Qingran's refusal seemed to make the young man extremely regretful, and he nodded and said: "Xiaosheng is here to participate in the poetry fu, if the fairy is interested, you can come and take a look, Xiaosheng's love poems are still very good." ”

After the young man hugged his fists, he quickly left.

And as he left, there were many people around him who were talking.

"Isn't this Xiao Shixian? He actually came, which is really surprising!"

"Yes, in terms of writing poems and lyrics, the little poet fairy can be said to be unsurpassed in Middle-earth, and it is said that they are about to be demoted!"

"Stains, the man next to that fairy, what is comparable to the little poet fairy? It seems that it is just a foundation!"

Countless onlookers were discussing, Mu Qingran was a little embarrassed to bow his head, and whispered: "I'm sorry, my husband caused you trouble." ”

Mu Qingran's pitiful appearance aroused the hatred of countless people, and many people sneered at Chen Changsheng.

"Husband, are you okay?" Mu Qingran asked out loud when he saw that Chen Changsheng was absent-minded.

In fact, she was a little happy in her heart, looking at Chen Changsheng's appearance, she was obviously very heartfelt.

Go to the heart, isn't that just having yourself in your heart?

Mu Qingran's small abacus crackled in his heart.

Chen Changsheng came back to his senses and said with a smile: "Didn't the little poet fairy say that he was going to participate in the poetry ceremony? ”

Chen Changsheng's words made Mu Qingran very puzzled, but Chen Changsheng didn't explain too much, and took the lead in going to the place where the poetry was held.

As early as when the little poet fairy came, he had made up his mind for a long time to slap this guy in the face.

Especially his look of ignoring himself, as well as the belittlement of the people around him, made Chen Changsheng sneer.

Didn't you say how powerful this little poet is?

Coincidentally, I'm also a bit accomplished in poetry.

Today's labor and management are settled!

Chen Changsheng was disdainful.

This place is very far away from Dari City, even if the city lord of Heze gets the news that he is here, when he arrives, he will leave early.

So, why put up with it?

As Chen Changsheng and Mu Qingran left, countless people were a little surprised.

Because they all know the direction Chen Changsheng is taking, it is the place where the poetry is held, is it possible that this guy is really going to see it?

As soon as I thought of this, the thought of watching a good show welled up in the hearts of countless people.

In case his Taoist companion was moved by a poem by the little poet fairy and abandoned him on the spot, it would be really interesting!

On the way, Mu Qingran glanced up at Chen Changsheng from time to time, and saw that Chen Changsheng was always smiling, and finally spoke.

"Husband, are you very angry. She looked down, guilty.

Chen Changsheng was stunned when he heard this, he was indeed a little unhappy, so he was going to slap that little poet fairy in the face, but he still had to be jealous, right?

"I didn't. ”

"That's it, and most jealous people are like that. Mu Qingran quickly replied, "Husband, don't be angry, it's okay or not, blame me, I shouldn't pay attention to him." ”

Mu Qingran was aggrieved.

Chen Changsheng looked at her like this, and his heart was speechless to the extreme.

He spoke only after half a ring.

"Well, it's a bit unpleasant. ”

Hearing this, Mu Qingran suddenly held Chen Changsheng's hand.

"Can you promise me not to be angry?"

His hand was suddenly clenched, and Chen Changsheng subconsciously wanted to pull it out, but the soft little hand tightly pinched his wrist.

"You are loose!" Chen Changsheng gritted his teeth, and he felt a little pain.

Mu Qingran let go and said, "Husband, what are you going to do!"

"I'm just going to see it. Chen Changsheng said helplessly.

Mu Qingran glanced at him carefully, "Really?"

"Fake. Chen Changsheng rolled his eyes, "Actually, I'm going to compete with that guy in poetry!"

"Huh?" Mu Qingran's eyes lit up a little when he heard this.

"The husband is powerful, Wen can write poems and lyrics, Wu can beat Kunwu old thief, and his intelligence is skillful!"

Mu Qingran said happily.

Hearing this, Chen Changsheng glanced at Mu Qing with the eyes of a fool, and then walked forward with his hands in his hands.

And behind Chen Changsheng, countless people looked at Mu Qingran, who was smiling, and rolled his Adam's apple fiercely.

It's really the best in the world...... Oh no, the immortals descend to earth!

But why does this guy look impatient?

Even the little fairy didn't want to hold his hand?

Countless people were heartbroken and could only follow closely behind the two.

Following by many people, Chen Changsheng finally came to a square after a while.

Xuanwu Statue Field!

In the huge Xuanwu Statue Field, all of them are monks at this moment.

The monks were scattered in this square of 10,000 feet, and it still looked crowded.

In the middle of the field, there is a huge statue of the Xuanwu god, towering upward, about a thousand feet high.

Xuanwu had a jewel in his mouth, radiating a bright brilliance that shone in all directions.

Between the teeth, a waterfall cascades down into a lake below.

On this lake with turquoise waves and mist, small boats go back and forth.

There are beautiful people sitting on these boats, all smiling, as if they are in a fairyland.

Further inside, there is a small island, on which a number of lamp towers, leaning on the foot of Xuanwu, the weather is endless, the lake shines with colorful brilliance!

Seeing such a scene, Mu Qingran's beautiful eyes widened slightly, and he was very surprised.

"Husband, it's so beautiful here!"

Chen Changsheng nodded, the scenery here is indeed extraordinary, no wonder it is the place where poetry is held.

It's just that these are not the focus of Chen Changsheng's attention, and he saw the little poet immortal standing in a lighthouse on the island in the middle of the lake from a distance.

At this time, he was enjoying the scenery by the fence with a few young people, looking at the beautiful scenery of the water and the sky, and the competition for glory on the upper floor of the lake.

After Chen Changsheng saw the location of that guy, he took Mu Qingran and found a small pavilion next to him and sat down.

As soon as the two sat down, those who followed to see the excitement also dispersed one by one.

"I'm going to see how this guy lost his fellow Daoist!"

"Hahaha, me too!"

"He actually came, and I was a little looking forward to it. ”

These people scattered one by one, but their positions were not far from the small pavilion where Chen Changsheng was.

Chen Changsheng, who was in the pavilion, naturally knew that these people were paying attention to him, but he didn't care, and even wished that there were more people.

How about one or two?

It's best if everyone in the audience knows about it, and the face will be bigger!

The corners of Chen Changsheng's mouth sneered.

I don't know what the reason is, the small pavilion where Chen Changsheng is located is exceptionally crowded, and there are only two people, himself and Mu Qingran.

But Chen Changsheng didn't pay much attention to it, but closed his eyes and began to recuperate.

Chen Changsheng's appearance of closing his eyes and recuperating fell into the eyes of others, and he naturally became a pretend.

But they didn't say much, just looked forward to the beginning of the poetry.

Time passed little by little, and finally after an hour, the poetry began.

Brilliant fireworks rise from the statue of the god Xuanwu and then bloom into a dazzling mass of flowers.

The entire Xuanwu statue was bathed in light and rain, and it seemed to come back to life, making countless people in awe.

There was an old man who appeared on the statue of the Xuanwu god, carrying a heavy literary fortune on him, and his body was even more hazy.

Obviously, this is a ray of Wensheng atmosphere!

Countless people were shocked, those who could carry the atmosphere of Wen Sheng, they were all extremely extraordinary existences along the way of Wen Dao.

Since the fall of Wen Sheng 10,000 years ago, his literary fortunes have been scattered in Middle-earth, and even many of them have been lost to other four continents outside Middle-earth.

Therefore, there is a saying that the heavens are lucky, the middle earth has nine, and the other four continents are divided into one.

And these people who have obtained the literary movement need to continue to accumulate the literary movement, obtain the recognition of the heavenly literary movement with great poetry and big mind, and finally achieve the literary Tao.

Right now, there is actually an appearance of a person who is a literary athlete, and he is not a well-known literary athlete!

As if knowing that everyone was surprised, the old man stroked his long beard and said with a smile: "The old man is the ninth disciple under the Holy Throne of Wen, and he is not very talented, so he only got such a wisp of literary luck. ”

Although the old man's words were modest, they surprised more people.

The ninth disciple of Wen Sheng?!

Hiss!

A gasp sounded, and I instantly understood why I hadn't seen this old man.

Under the throne of Wensheng, the apprentices are all busy with articles, so do they have to be free to walk in the world?

I was able to come out today, but I was afraid that someone invited me to come.

Sure enough, the old man's next sentence was to say that he was commissioned by someone.

"The old man was asked by an old friend to preside over today's affairs, if it is not unexpected, today's little poet fairy may have to carry a wisp of literary luck!"

The old man sighed, and what he said surprised everyone again.

What the?

The little poet fairy wants to carry a wisp of literary luck?!

Everyone was stunned at this moment, and the shock in their hearts was unbearable.

I don't even know what to say to express my feelings.

How old is the little poet fairy?

But it's the year of the crown, right?

You have to carry a wisp of Wenyun and be recognized by Wenyun!

For a while, everyone sighed.

On the top of the lamp tower, the young man in white smiled unchanged, but just hugged his fists and bowed to the old man in the sky.

"Thank you Ling, senior, for coming to witness!"