Jiang Xiaodong's voice just fell.

Everyone's eyes were focused on him.

"Yang Aiqing, do you have a masterpiece to present?"

The Queen Mother was surprised, as if she had heard some big joke, and there was a bit of contempt and sarcasm in her voice.

"Could it be that Yang Xian General listened to the words of the marshal and wanted to help Fairy Chang'e make a masterpiece that surpasses the fairy poem?"

A Wen Immortal said quietly, which immediately caused the people around him to laugh.

This person is the same as Hua Tiandu, a scholar of Qianling Pavilion.

People are divided into groups and things are gathered by like, and it is not a good thing to be friends with Huatian.

Hearing that these people were talking about him, Zhu Bajie was furious and glared at Jiang Xiaodong viciously.

What are you staring at me, Jiang Xiaodong doesn't know why.

"Running out at this time, is it to be courteous in front of Chang'e?"

"Damn, why didn't I think of this trick, just now the marshal spoke for the fairy, and the fairy seemed to be moved."

There are a few people who speculate narrowly.

"Marshal, that's an infatuation, do you think everyone is the same as Yang Zhao?"

A female fairy immediately reprimanded, back then in the heavenly court, Marshal Tianpeng was still very popular.

Jiang Xiaodong was depressed, why was Zhu Bajie infatuated.

"Big brother, don't mess around."

Suddenly, Yang Jian's voice came from Jiang Xiaodong's ears.

Jiang Xiaodong was a little surprised, and then he reacted that Yang Jian was using mana to transmit sound.

In Shangxian District, Yang Jian was looking at Jiang Xiaodong, with a slight reproach on his face.

Several Taoist gods beside him all had angry faces.

Chang'e is so miserable, Yang Zhao is no different from falling into a well.

Sure enough, as soon as the illness was cured, he began to do evil!

"Yang Zhao, what kind of poems do you make as a Taoist immortal, don't disturb the event."

The Jade Emperor was worried, and when he saw that his nephew, who was not a weapon, was going to come again, he suddenly became a little angry.

"Your Majesty, during the grand event, all the immortals enjoyed together, in the past, the Taoist Qing family could only drink and drink stuffy wine, since Yang Qing's family has the heart to compose poems, why don't you listen to it, Lao Jun's Yongxue poems are now also sung all over the world." The Queen Mother immediately retorted.

The Supreme Sect Master, who was sitting in the guest seat, suddenly turned dark.

This queen mother clearly wants to use Yang Zhao to save Chang'e's face, but is it necessary to talk about his old man.

A Yongxue poem, he has been ridiculed by the cultural and educational guys for tens of thousands of years, and he came to expose his scars again.

"Yang Aiqing, come forward."

The Queen Mother did not wait for the Jade Emperor to object, and said immediately.

Say what you say.

Jiang Xiaodong immediately had a sense that he could now see the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother.

"Yes."

Jiang Xiaodong was respectful and trotted all the way over.

On the road, many immortals looked sideways and did not hide their disdain.

Jiang Xiaodong should not be able to see it.

When he arrived in the center of Yaochi, Jiang Xiaodong looked up cautiously, and finally saw what the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother looked like.

A middle-aged uncle, a middle-aged aunt.

Jiang Xiaodong was disappointed.

It's no wonder that the gods below the third grade have to see it, just like this, who can still have a sense of awe after reading it.

"What is Yang Aiqing going to do?" The Queen Mother asked.

Jiang Xiaodong immediately said: "Write about the moon." ”

In order to please Chang'e, he naturally recited poems about the moon.

"Poof!"

A bachelor in Qianling Pavilion was drinking, and when he heard this, he immediately squirted out the wine.

"Do you really want to help Chang'e?"

Another sneered.

Wenqu Xingjun and the others all had gloomy faces.

The upper immortal district, the lower immortal district, all discussed, disdainful, ridiculed, and so on.

Yang Jian was in the general's seat and lowered his head in despair.

In the future, you must not let the eldest brother participate in the Pan Tao Club!

Jiang Xiaodong was unconscious, and said to Chang'e: "Don't worry, fairy, you will be fine." ”

"Immortal Yang General, does Xiaoxian want to thank you for your great kindness?"

Chang'e said coldly and sarcastically.

In the past, she didn't dare to offend Erlang Zhenjun's eldest brother, but now she has a good chance of being knocked out of the immortal class, how can she care about this.

"Shameless!"

Zhu Bajie also angrily reprimanded, at this time, he had to sprinkle salt on Chang'e's wound.

Jiang Xiaodong shrugged his shoulders, Yang Zhao is notorious, and it is normal for others to think badly about him.

I'll wait until I'm done writing the poem.

Jiang Xiaodong looked around and sneered in his heart.

After straightening his clothes, Jiang Xiaodong opened his mouth and said: "When is the bright moon, ask Qingtian for wine." ”

Just two sentences, the immortals of culture and education were stunned.

Not a poem, a poem?

Or is it a good-sounding song?

Yang Zhao, a Taoist monk, can write such a good sentence!

Wenqu Xingjun's previous disgust and disdain had completely disappeared, replaced by doubt and shock.

"I don't know the heavenly palace, what year is tonight, I want to ride the wind back, and I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, the height is too cold......"

Jiang Xiaodong continued to read.

The cultural and educational immortals all opened their mouths wide.

How can it be!

What kind of poem is this...... How do you feel goosebumps are fried!

The anger on Chang'e's face also turned into shock.

In the Lower Immortal District, An Cheng trembled with excitement.

The eldest master can really make such a stunning poem and awaken the blood of heaven and man, which is really terrifying.

On the high platform, the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother Qi Qiqi's face changed.

They are celestial beings, and they have a certain appreciation for literary and educational poetry, and they can hear that these are excellent words.

Whoa!

Suddenly, the sound of the paper vibrating sounded, accompanied by a surging multicolored light.

Only then did everyone realize that Wenqu Xingjun was recording the words that Jiang Xiaodong was reading.

It's just the first half, and the poetic vision is already against the sky.

The white paper had already turned golden, and even Wenqu Xingjun's pen was dyed golden.

The colorful literary qi is like a giant dragon, climbing upward, and it is almost ten zhang at this moment.

Everyone is crazy, even if it is a Taoist god, they can understand it through the colorful text.

This poem is definitely better than Hua Tiandu's poem!

How could Yang Zhao write such words!

The immortals of culture and education were stunned.

The Taoist gods were dumbfounded, and Yang Jian's face was even more incredible.

In the middle of Yaochi, the one who recited poetry loudly was really his eldest brother?

The queen mother had a gloomy face, she obviously didn't expect that Yang Zhao could write such a peerless word.

Chang'e, do you really want to be rescued by Yang Zhao?

Hua Tiandu saw the queen mother's dissatisfaction, and hurriedly secretly transmitted the news.

"Rest assured, even if this word is better than mine, it will only take away the top spot, and at most it will reduce the influence of my poems."

The queen mother softened her face at this time, although she didn't know where Yang Zhao got such a shocking work, but no matter how good the words were, she couldn't justify Chang'e's name.

Fairy poems are also excellent works, which have been sung in the mortal world for thousands of years, and everyone will think that Chang'e is a stolen elixir.

It's a pity that it doesn't have the bonus effect of the top poem.

The Queen Mother was still uncomfortable.

Let this fox live for a few thousand more years, and when his reputation is bad, he will naturally die.

"Turn to Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? ”

Jiang Xiaodong read unhurriedly.

Yaochi was silent, and I only saw the colorful and literary atmosphere of Wenqu Xingjun's poems rising higher and higher.

Chang'e's eyes were shocked, she couldn't believe that Yang Zhao could write such words.

He really wants to save me, Chang'e is in a somewhat complicated mood.

Jiang Xiaodong didn't see the change in Chang'e, he had already closed his eyes, and after Wenqu Xingjun wrote the poem, the poetic vision made him also emotional.

"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete."

Hearing this, Chang'e's body trembled.

The past comes to mind bit by bit.

She thought of the man who stood up to the sky, and remembered that when she soared, Yi couldn't hold back her painful expression.

Thousands of years of self-blame and loneliness turned into tears at this moment.

Yang Zhao: Is this written specifically for me?

He understands me so well, but why would someone who writes such words do such a thing?

Chang'e felt incomprehensible in her heart.

Joys and sorrows have been difficult since ancient times......

Many people also sighed lightly, this sentence is really written in their hearts.

In the last sentence, Jiang Xiaodong suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Chang'e with a soft gaze.

"I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles."

Chang'e's heart shook suddenly, and the sadness in her eyes turned into an incomprehensible emotion.

In the Yao Pond, all the people who could understand this sentence widened their eyes.

Hua Tiandu, who has always been calm, also changed his face at this moment.

Rumble!

Wenqu Xingjun wrote the last word, and the golden paper suspended in the void exploded, and the colorful literary atmosphere was like a dragon rushing into the sky.

High in the sky, a full moon emerges.

Daytime.

The moon is out.