The starry eyes are shining, and the fairy skin is better than the snow.

Chang'e, who was holding the palace bun, walked lightly, her plain white clothes swayed lightly in the wind, beautiful as a dream.

Yaochi, which was originally a little noisy, instantly quieted down.

Even the immortal families who have achieved cultivation cannot resist the charm of the first beauty of the Three Realms.

Jiang Xiaodong's eyes were also straight.

Growing up in modern society, he has seen countless beautiful stars, and he is somewhat immune to beauty.

But when he saw Chang'e, he was still stupid.

That otherworldly beauty brought him not only pleasing to the eye, but also a shock.

Jiang Xiaodong only understood at this moment what was the spirit show of Zhong Tiandi.

"Chang'e greets Your Majesty, Niangniang."

When she arrived at the center of Yao Chi, Chang'e bowed down.

The gentle and beautiful voice came, and Jiang Xiaodong was dizzy again.

"I heard that the palace master has a new choreography, and he invited the dancer to cheer up the immortals."

On the throne, the Jade Emperor's voice was gentle.

"yes, some people can't wait." The Queen Mother didn't seem to be very happy.

Jiang Xiaodong smelled a sour smell.

The Jade Emperor also took a fancy to Chang'e?

Jiang Xiaodong looked at An Cheng with a hint of inquiry.

An Cheng smiled ambiguously, clearly saying, it's what you think.

"Everyone has a love for beauty."

Jiang Xiaodong sighed, thinking that the queen mother should not look good.

It's a pity that the grade is not enough to see.

He learned from An Cheng that the Jade Emperor Queen Mother was the master of heaven and earth selected by the Heavenly Dao, and below the rank of third-grade immortal official, was not qualified to see the face of heaven.

"The palace master has started to dance, I haven't seen it in a hundred years." An Cheng kept staring at the center of Yao Chi.

Jiang Xiaodong looked up and saw that in addition to Chang'e in the center of Yaochi, there were more than a dozen plain-clothed fairies, although they were not as good as Chang'e, they were also beautiful.

Buzz~ding~

Musicians in the distance play music, chimes, flutes, zheng, flutes, the second sound, the rhythm is free, and the music is soothing and beautiful.

Suddenly, there was a sound of the piano.

In the center of the dance floor, Chang'e moved, and two white lines flew out, flashing with faint white light.

The rest of the fairies also followed, their white jade robes fluttering.

The sound of the piano is endless, and the dance is changing.

Bursts of fragrance floated, and streamers flew out.

Jiang Xiaodong finally saw the difference between the dance of the immortals and the mortals, and with the dance of Chang'e, flowers were born in the void around them, and the colorful glow was reflected on their white clothes, which was suffocating.

Not only the dance, but also the music of the musicians seems to penetrate the ears and reach the bottom of the heart.

Jiang Xiaodong was completely intoxicated, and even forgot to look at Chang'e's beautiful face, at this moment, there is nothing more beautiful than dance music.

Bite!

When the last piano sounded, Chang'e stopped, and the fairy dispersed.

There was a soft sigh from the banquet.

No matter how beautiful the dance music is, there will always be a moment to stop.

"Good!"

Someone in Shangxian District suddenly clapped their hands and applauded, and their emotions seemed to be very excited.

Jiang Xiaodong frowned, and his beautiful mood just now was disrupted by this rough voice.

After taking a look, I found that it was Marshal Tianpeng Zhu Bajie, who was applauding and staring at Chang'e with his eyes, and his thick eyebrows and big eyes were full of obscenity.

has changed to a human face, and he still looks like a pig brother.

Jiang Xiaodong slandered.

"Thank you Marshal for the compliment." Chang'e was not annoyed, but thanked her with a smile.

Jiang Xiaodong is a little strange, didn't people tease you, why are you so polite.

"Master, Chang'e didn't blame Marshal Tianpeng." An Cheng seemed to see Jiang Xiaodong's doubts.

"Blame me?" Jiang Xiaodong said casually.

An Cheng nodded, Chang'e, as a party, knew who was the mastermind.

Jiang Xiaodong glared at An Cheng, and then sighed again.

What he saw and heard in Yaochi had already made him realize more deeply what a disgusting guy his predecessor was.

The plan to hook up with Chang'e, is it really feasible?

Jiang Xiaodong suddenly lost his confidence before he came.

"Zhongqing's family, who still has a show, today's peach feast is a time when heaven and earth are happy, don't hide your secrets."

When the Jade Emperor spoke, someone immediately responded.

"Your Majesty, the new Cloud Gate Dance of the Guanghan Palace Lord can be said to have reached the peak of dance, and Weichen wants to write a poem for it."

In the Shangxian District, a middle-aged fairy with long hair stood up and said.

"Oh, Wenqu Xingjun has a poem so soon, hurry up." The Jade Emperor said.

Jiang Xiaodong suddenly came to his senses, and finally saw the true author of the Great Sage's biography.

It is indeed very Confucian, Jiang Xiaodong secretly praised.

Seeing that Wenqu Xingjun wanted to compose a poem for herself, Chang'e hurriedly bowed and said: "Thank you Xingjun for your false praise, how dare you match Xingjun's masterpiece." ”

"Fairies don't have to be humble." Wenqu Xingjun smiled indifferently.

Below, there were many people's laments.

It's time for the performance of the immortals again.

Marshal Tianpeng saw Chang'e's happy expression, and immediately glanced at Wenqu Xingjun viciously, and then took a glass of wine and drank it depressedly.

This kind of scene of the Pan Tao Club has never been a place for their generals to show off.

Poetry and poetry are elegant and pleasing to the eye, and you can't dance knives and guns in this environment.

Jiang Xiaodong also found that as soon as Wenqu Xingjun appeared, the literary immortals began to become active.

"I've been preparing for 100 years, and this time the poem must be on the list."

"If the newly composed music is favored by Sler, we will be famous all over the world."

"I don't know how many great songs will be there this year."

During the banquet, the immortals talked and discussed with each other.

Jiang Xiaodong asked An Cheng to know that the masterpieces in the Pan Tao Club, regardless of poems, lyrics and songs, would be recorded on the Yaochi Immortal List and spread all over the world.

The gods of the heavenly court, the most important thing is incense, and this opportunity to become famous should naturally be grasped tightly.

"If the great lord really has a good work, and he makes it during the grand event, maybe it can really impress the gods."

An Cheng had anticipation in his eyes, Jiang Xiaodong's previous poem had already shocked him, and he really hoped that others would also see the talent of the eldest master.

Jiang Xiaodong nodded, it didn't matter what others thought of him, the key was to improve Chang'e's impression of himself.

Looking at Chang'e's performance, you can see that she does appreciate people with literary talents.

There is a chance.

"The strings and drums are raised, and the snow flutters and dances. Turn left and right tirelessly, thousands of turns of time. There is no comparison of things in the world, and the wheels are slow and the whirlwind is late......"

In the Shangxian District, Wenqu Xingjun read his poems in a low voice.

Jiang Xiaodong can't write poetry, but he has made up for his knowledge of poetry, and he can hear that Wenqu Xingjun's poem is very good.

"A good poem must be a good work." After listening to the poem, Chang'e praised again and again.

"Wenqu Xingjun is really talented." The Jade Emperor said, "Please also ask Xingjun to transcribe it on the paper to see what the poem is and what grade it is." ”

"No!"

Wenqu Xingjun arched his hand, then took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and wrote it on the spot.

Whoa!

The white paper vibrates, and the characters on it distort and change, turning into colorful qi and rising into the sky.

One zhang, two zhang, three zhang......

It wasn't until about five zhang that the colorful qi stopped.

The literary atmosphere is too good, and the five-zhang literary atmosphere is already a very high-quality poetry.

"Wenqu Jun is talented!"

Shangxian District, Tai Bai Xing praised.

Among the civil officials of the Heavenly Court, he is the first, although he is not good at poetry, but he has a very high status in literature and education, and it is a great honor to have him praised.

"Great talent!"

Many Wen Immortals praised in unison.

"Sacrifice ugliness."

Standing in front of the colorful literary qi, Wenqu Xingjun bowed slightly, did not absorb the literary qi, and waved his hand to pinch the trick, and the colorful literary qi changed.

But in the glow, the figure floated, it was the scene of Chang'e dancing before, and there was fairy music coming out.

Wenqu Xingjun's poem is in the narrative, and with his spell, it is not difficult to poetize the vision.

During the event, it is also appropriate to absorb less of this bit of culture and celebrate the immortals.

Chang'e thanked her again.

Wenqu Xingjun's poems will definitely be on the list, and when the time comes, it will spread to the world, and Chang'e will naturally be mentioned.

Immortals value incense, and Chang'e is no exception.

Next, many literary immortals stepped forward one after another, either playing music or writing poems, and from time to time there were also good works, but there were no ones comparable to Qu Xingjun above.

"Wenqujun, I'm afraid you're going to take the lead today."

"Congratulations, the top poem has always been the most widely circulated, and your incense is going to be vigorous again, but you have to treat you."

"The event isn't over yet, are you going to kill me?"

"You are a dignified Wenqu Xingjun, you don't even have this confidence?"

In the Shangxian District, there is the chatter and laughter of the immortals from time to time.

The Taoist gods are a little lonely, who told them that they can't write poems and lyrics.

Sitting at the banquet, Jiang Xiaodong took a deep breath and prepared to play.

Wenqu Xingjun's poems are indeed good, but compared with him who has the entire Chinese poetry library, I am afraid it is even worse.

For the sake of a complete biography of the Great Sage, it is necessary to do a copyist.

Just about to get up, suddenly, a man's voice came from the Shangxian District.

"Fairy Chang'e, the last time I played with the fairy, I benefited a lot, and I composed another song in a hundred years, and I hope to play another song with the fairy."

The one who spoke was a young fairy, dressed in a robe, handsome, and full of jade and excellent temperament.

However, when he said this, the lively scene in Yaochi suddenly cooled down.

Chang'e, who was originally smiling, was also flushed and obviously angry.

"This talented bastard with no virtue wants to rely on a few points of talent to be a thin fairy!"

Beside Jiang Xiaodong, An Cheng smashed the table and said angrily.