"Hmph, where did the country boy come from, and he dared to hand poems to Miss Yueqiong?"

"The appearance is quite good, but why are the eyes blank, and the appearance of excessive indulgence?"

"These days, people's hearts are not ancient, and everyone wants to be famous!"

Many people in the building came to visit, so that they could kiss Fangze, after all, everyone has a love for beauty, and they can go with beauty, which is also a beautiful talk.

Although the literati are light, some are too general, and their peers are basically light, but the literati scold people the most ruthlessly, with guns and sticks, especially when they see Wu Ming wearing extraordinary weapons, they can't help but hold guns and sticks, and sneer.

In order to let him retreat from the difficulty, but also to show his bearing.

God is pitiful, Wu Ming's face is indeed not very good, one is that he is angry with Chu Chu, but he has been in a bad mood recently, and the third is the main event, in order to refine the Azure South Pearl bracelet.

This treasure needs natal essence blood, with secret art refining, to have the effect of protecting the body, if ordinary people refine eighteen pieces, consume eighteen drops of natal essence blood, it will already be empty, and the vitality will be greatly damaged.

Thanks to Wu Ming's physique, which is different from ordinary people, his face is just a little pale, but at first glance, it is really an overindulgence!

Wu Ming is too lazy to pay attention to gossip, a group of frivolous people who can't eat grapes and say that grapes are sour.

As for whether you can pass the test, I don't worry about it at all.

In the five thousand years of China, the No. 1 soft rice king, the master who visits the Qinglou and even the famous prostitutes are upside down, will it be bad?

Sure enough, in just half a cup of tea, the private room upstairs opened, and a twenty-eight-year-old, cardamom-like stunning maid walked out of the door, looked down, and asked who was the author of "Jade Butterfly".

Wu Ming stepped forward and admitted himself, causing everyone to be even more dissatisfied, but he whispered a lot.

After all, Yueqiong is famous for her extraordinary literary talents, and she won't look away, thinking that "Jade Butterfly" should be outstanding.

The beautiful maid looked at Wu Ming prettyly, as if she wanted to see a flower on his face.

Wu Ming didn't say anything, knowing that this woman was checking for her own young lady, if she didn't look at it, I'm afraid a good song would be in vain!

Fortunately, Wu Ming's appearance is still good, although it has a bit of a creamy taste, but the slightly dark wheat-colored skin is quite healthy, the cheeks are sharp and angular, revealing masculine beauty, the beautiful maid looked at it twice, and nodded reluctantly.

"This son, please!"

Thinking about it, it should be Wu Ming's loss of qi and blood, and he was a little disappointed.

Wu Ming couldn't bear it anymore, he raised his feet and went upstairs, and when he was about to leave, he didn't forget to turn around and compare his middle finger, his demeanor was extremely arrogant, and he didn't wait for the talent downstairs to make a big noise, and he slammed the door shut, and shut all the noise outside.

"Dare to ask Miss Yueqiong ......"

Wu Ming went straight inside, straight to the point, and wanted to ask Chu Chu's whereabouts.

"Hey, why are you like this? Can you see the girl casually? Sit down!"

The beautiful maid was not afraid of Wu Ming at all, so she grabbed the corner of Wu Ming's clothes and asked him to sit down.

Seeing that the shadow behind the curtain did not move, he had to sit down and wait for the next arrangement, who let him ask for help?

"Today's Gongzi is famous for his poetry, and the little woman can't repay it......"

Huang Li's crisp voice sounded, but it stopped abruptly.

"Make a promise!"

But it was Wu Ming who was so angry that he shouted impatiently.

The beautiful maid's eyes widened, as if it was the first time she had seen such a strange person, and she glanced at him fiercely, and she was about to drive people away.

"The son's status is noble and elegant, why bother with the little girl?"

The woman behind the curtain said quietly.

Wu Ming rolled his eyes very indecently, if it weren't for this, he wouldn't know how many tricks he would have tossed!

There is a way, only villains and women are difficult to raise!

Especially a smart woman, he was really scared!

Self-questioning can be regarded as a not bad golden body practiced in the flowers, and he has always acted ruthlessly, why did he repeatedly break in front of women?

"Childe, please listen to the music!"

The woman pursed her lips as if she was chuckling, and her hands fluctuated the strings, tinkling, and the musicians were heartstrings!

Wu Ming pursed his lips, he really couldn't appreciate it, and was about to open his mouth to shout, change it to eighteen touches or something, and his heart was suddenly shocked.

The flowing sound of the piano entered his ears, not only for calming the nerves, but unconsciously affecting his rock-solid mood, and gradually soothing the irritability and various distractions in his heart.

Not only that, but I could even feel that the impurities in my divine consciousness had been eliminated at all.

Although there is only a trace of it, it can be called a miraculous skill with such an effect!

You must know that the divine consciousness is an extension of the power and mind of the soul, and it is fundamentally related to whether one's will is strong or not, and it is extremely difficult to improve it even more.

I never thought that just a piano song could refine my divine sense!

It seems like a trace, but what if it goes on like this for a long time?

The music was not long, and it stopped in less than half an hour.

"Childe's will, it's amazing!"

The woman praised.

"The girl's piano skills are really amazing!"

Wu Ming also praised.

"I don't deserve to be praised so much by the child, if the son is destined to see ...... Forget it, if the son can come here, it must be fate, and the slave won't talk much!"

The woman's words were faint, as if she was a little stunned.

Meiwen glanced at the curtain and stepped forward to add tea for Wu Ming.

Seeing this, Wu Ming was not ambiguous, drank it all in one gulp, ignored the beautiful maid's eyes, got up to say goodbye, pushed the door and left, and never saw Yueqiong's true face from beginning to end, nor did he ask for it.

"Miss, although this son acts like Meng Lang, his rhetoric is extremely beautiful, why don't you stay for a while, even if you write another poem!"

The beautiful maid cleaned up the dishes and complained.

"Fate is over, I can't force it, I don't know which sister in the building, there is a ...... fate"

The melancholy in the woman's voice grew stronger and thicker, until the voice was like a mosquito and a fly, and it was inaudible.

The beautiful maid seemed to understand whether she understood or not, and stomped her feet a little angrily, as if she was very puzzled by her own young lady, why she didn't seize the opportunity.

......

At the same time, there was a boo downstairs, generally seeing that Wu Ming came out so quickly, most likely he was swept out of the house.

There are even those who are quick to talk, and there is no sarcasm without sarcasm, which has attracted many people to ridicule again and again!

"Hey, a bunch of idiots, it doesn't cost anything to go to the building!"

Wu Ming sneered, put his hands behind his back, and strutted with his head held high, like a rooster patrolling the territory, and walked away with a majestic spirit.

As soon as he went out, his handsome face turned black, because the jade talisman was summoned again, and it was still a simple place name and name.

"Xiaoxiang Pavilion, Xiaoxuan!"

You don't have to think much to know that it must be another popular building in Pingkangfang.

What made Wu Ming dissatisfied was that the time was so coincidental that eighty percent of them were secretly staring, even if they changed their appearance, it was useless.

The Red Sleeves is an old killer organization, and the best thing is to hide and hide, playing tricks under the eyes of these women, but it is just a big knife in front of Guan Gong!

As a result, Wu Ming turned grief and anger into strength, and in line with the principle of contributing to the promotion of Chinese culture, he started to copy the literature with dignity.

It is still the masterpiece of the first soft rice king, and when I read it out in public, it shocked these self-proclaimed talents, but in fact, they are muscular barbarians!

First, it is to make a name for himself, as long as his reputation is bigger, if he wants to move him, he has to weigh more, and secondly, Wu Ming is also fighting back silently.

Since the Red Sleeve Move is a killer organization, it will not see the light, it is so eye-catching, it depends on how you step down!

Just like before, he also listened to a tune, but it was a cave flute, which also made his divine sense tempered a little, and he still didn't see anyone.

"Play mysterious!"

Out of the second house, Wu Ming received another summons.

"Jinselou, Changqin!"

As if on the battlefield, Wu Ming walked away and went straight to Jinse Tower.

What is surprising is that two poems that are tear-jerking, heart-wrenching, and extremely full of Don Man's love affair have spread at an unimaginable speed.

There are even better people who hear Wu Ming's image, chase after him, and some people even call friends to see what he is going to do.

It's just that seven or eight families have come down in a row, and each time it is only less than a quarter of an hour, and they leave the famous flower boudoir, but the poetry is very good, and they are envied, so they get a "half-moment talent" laughing name!

As the most famous Qinglou in Pingkangfang came down, Wu Ming's identity was also exposed, and more well-informed people publicized his deeds in the Great Song Dynasty one by one.

As a result, there are many followers, and there are more fans, of course, there are many jealous, after all, in these years, being able to stay overnight is the highest state pursued by talents.

When Wu Ming came out of the eighth house, there were thousands of good deeds who had heard the news and came with him, like monkeys vying to watch.

At this time, although he didn't see his true face, and there were only a handful of words he said, Wu Ming had already come back to his senses.

The eight stunning Hua Dan are all Hua Dan who are not famous in each building, but they are not actually top-notch.

Similar to the ancient Chinese in the previous life, Hua Dan in this year also needs to use fame to increase their value, and the singers are happy with their sex, but most of them are helping others with their skills.

This helping others is not about helping others, but about cultivating special skills, relying on the way of music and dance that can cleanse the mind or temper the mind, to enhance the secret skills of others' martial arts!

"Heart Demon, Heart Demon, Heart Ape Horse, should have appeared when the artistic conception broke through the congenital, but there is no trace so far, it seems that he is waiting for me with a big move!"

Wu Ming vaguely noticed that the demon in his heart was different from what others had encountered, as if he had an autonomous consciousness, but he had no roots and no traces, so he could only wait for him to show up.

Thinking of this, Wu Ming became more and more relaxed, strode forward, and continued to rush to the ninth house, just like before, he still only listened to string music, and did not see the beauty!

There are more and more people who follow, including many people in Chang'an City who are really talented and learned, and they want to ask for advice, but after reading nine poems, they all retreated, and they are really ashamed of themselves!

"Hmph, call the uncle as a donkey, if you don't take out some dry goods, you will be blind with so many brain cells!"

Even if he got the benefits, Wu Ming was still not angry about being played by a little girl.

In the eyes of this shameless and invincible traveler and copyist, writing poems silently is also brain-consuming!

In line with the idea of being arrogant to the end and making a name for himself in Chang'an, Wu Ming's spirit recovered to the best, and when he thought that the red sleeve might have something to ask for him, he couldn't help but groan proudly.

"The spring breeze is proud, and you can read all the Chang'an flowers in one day!"

As soon as this sentence came out, the whole city was in an uproar!