At the moment when he learned that the ghost qi was divine power, Bu An wanted to learn from Deng Xiaoxian's appearance, pointed at everyone, and shouted: "You poor sour!"

Of course not.

Not only can it not be publicized, but this secret must be hidden deep in the bottom of your heart.

Even the book saint Wang Xizhi has to sigh that death and life are illusory, if you let these people know that you can enter the way of God with ghost qi and live forever, you must be killed on the spot.

"What are you happy about?" Deng Xiaoxian leaned over and asked.

Bu An hurriedly restrained his smile and said, "I have thought of a way to get the business of our seven divisions up and running as soon as possible." ”

In fact, what he thought in his heart was that the ghost was so good, he had to hurry up and rub it. As for why only he could absorb these dissipated soul powers, he couldn't figure it out for a while, so he didn't bother with it.

The celebrities who sat along the meandering water picked up their wine glasses one after another, shook their heads and chanted poems, and the poetic aura spread little by little, and the whole stream was enveloped in a thick mist.

The mist spread in all directions, enveloping the crowd of people sitting closest to the Rantei Qushui, and the practitioners who had been waiting for a long time were in a state of contemplation or concentration, and there was silence in all directions, except for the soft chanting and the sound of silk and bamboo that sounded from time to time.

Deng Xiaoxian and Hui Yuan also meditated, and a few steps away, Tu Yao, Lou Xinyue, Fang Fei'er and Song Qing also sat cross-legged and pondered, but their postures were not as particular as those of monks and Taoists.

Bu'an was tired from sitting down, so he changed his position, supported his head with his hands, and closed his eyes to recuperate. The rich aura has no meaning to him, and in his opinion, Lanting Yaji is like a performance art of meditation in the fog, which is a bit interesting, but after watching it for a long time, he will be bored and panicked.

It was probably too late to tell the story to Su Su last night, and he finally fell asleep, sleeping very deeply and soundly.

Therefore, when the fog cleared and all the new poems and songs prepared by the celebrities were read and played, only his slight snoring and a pair of eyes glaring at him were left beside the Lanting Qushui.

"Bu'an...... Bu'an ...... Wake up and wake up, wake up......" Song Qing shouted a few times in his throat, and Deng Xiaoxian reacted and stretched out his hand to poke Bu'an.

"What's wrong?" Bu'an woke up in a daze and wiped a handful of saliva from the corner of his mouth, "Knot...... Is it over?"

Seeing that the fog condensed by the aura had dissipated, he held his numb legs and tried to stand up, but suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Someone was pointing at him, accompanied by the sound of a chatter.

"Someone actually fell asleep on the Lanting Yaji, what kind of system is this?"

"This person is from Tianmu Academy, right? ”

"I got mixed in with such a person. ”

Sitting on the other side of the stream, a middle-aged Confucian who was facing Bu'an said loudly: "This son, Lanting Yaji is such a grand event, you actually fell asleep, do you think you can't listen to it?"

Bu Anxin said, it's not that I can't listen to it, it's that I haven't even listened to it, it's just that you are too hypnotic, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Tu Yao laughing, and a little farther away on the other side, Qingshan was also looking at him, looking very surprised.

He was thinking about how to fool the past, Deng Xiaoxian couldn't hold it back, and said softly with a smile: "What do you ask when you know everything?"

Bu An was worried about the great cause of rubbing ghosts, and he was not happy to talk to this person, so he explained with a smile: "Your poems are so wonderful, I listen to them too much...... Too dedicated. ”

But the Confucian student on the other side didn't seem to hear his explanation, only noticed Deng Xiaoxian's sarcasm, pointed at Bu'an, and shouted with a red face: "What a crazy life with no one in his eyes!" The people around him were even more excited, as if they would pounce on Bu'an and bite Bu'an to death at any time.

Bu An glared at Deng Xiaoxian, and said in his heart, how do you, a stinky Taoist priest, know how to pull hatred for me, pointed at him and turned back and said: "Crazy born here, recognize this face, and settle accounts with him after a while." ”

Of course, the middle-aged Confucian student would not forget it like this, he still recognized Bu'an, and scolded: "Whose disciple are you?!" A person next to him fanned a folding fan, shook his head and said: "Tianmu Academy was also famous all over the world back then, but today it has fallen into such a situation, such a vulgar person, he dares to be a gentleman, and he mixes into the Qushui Liuzhen, which is really a monkey." ”

These words were so harsh that even Lu Feiyang couldn't listen to them, so he got up and said, "Ladies and gentlemen of Taihu Academy, if my nephew says a word, he will fall asleep when he hears it, and he deserves it!"

He didn't wait for those people to refute, and then continued: "In the past, the top prize of the Lanting Yaji was won by my Tianmu Academy, but today we are unusually quiet, and it is not until my nephew and nephew fall asleep that I take out the new words and new fu and recite them!

Deng Xiaoxian mended the knife and said: "Did you hear it, he opened his eyes, and everyone was embarrassed to compose poems, so you were thick-skinned......"

Qingshan sat in the distance, listening to the horror, she used to yearn for the scene of the literati reciting poetry and gathering spirits, but her talent was only in the rhythm, and she could understand the poems together, but she only stayed at this level.

At this time, when he heard that the flying Confucian who was famous for his poems in the south of the Yangtze River said that Bu Gongzi did not fall asleep, he didn't even have the courage to compose poems, so he felt a little terrible.

In the hearts of everyone in Taihu Academy, they already had an answer, and they were silent and silent.

At this time, Tu Yao said slowly: "Since someone asks, it's not good for me not to answer." He is my disciple, Bu'an...... Walk the road. ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a burst of exclamations.

"It turns out that the step boy...... It's a three-step poem and a step......" Qingshan was a little out of breath, she felt that the things she couldn't understand before seemed to have an answer. Dongpo land for Dongpo poems Bu Gongzi, naturally is a poet immortal-like figure, he wants to go to the mash river to tell stories, to sing in the dead of night, naturally is interested.

"But what is he thinking about himself? Is that lovesick song really unintentional?" Haruyama finally lowered her head, not daring to look at the young man who made her puzzled.

On the side of Taihu Academy, he was almost completely deflated, and the middle-aged Confucian who had just scolded "whose disciple are you" was lowering his head and pretending to be stupid, while the one shaking the fan next to him still hadn't disarmed.

"Since he is a great talent who can become a poet in three steps, then please ask Bu Gongzi to compose a poem for today's Lanting!"

He bites the word "poetry" very hard, there is still a trace of luck, although the step of the road has the name of three steps into poetry, but after all, only a word has been circulated, maybe poetry is a weakness.

This sentence was a little provocative, and as soon as he said it, everyone present looked at Bu An, and even Lu Feiyang was a little excited.

But in front of everyone's eyes, Bu An shook his head and said, "I don't want to write today, I'm not inspired!"

He glanced at everyone in Taihu Academy, and said in his heart, that kind of stupid thing of writing poems and gathering spirits but cheapening white-eyed wolves, Lao Tzu will never do it again!