Chang Kaishen saw a small black shadow flashing outside the window, and he didn't know which tendon was wrong.

It is a crumpled ball of paper.

When I peeled off the paper, I saw that the cinnabar-dyed red paper had the word "official" written in ink.

"What's that?" The elephant-headed man's tongue was big at this time, and he stretched out his nose to roll this piece of paper in front of him, squinting his hazy drunken eyes: "Oh~ It turned out to be a Danshu for divination~~~~ Really, what are you picking up the things that people throw away......"

This guy originally refused to believe that the great poet Immortal Long Aotian was in front of him-you said that you were Long Aotian, you are, and I also said that I was a monk in the Feather Period! Who wouldn't talk about it? But I can't help Chang Kaishen will plagiarize, a complete "Water Tune Song Head" came out, and Mingyue Nu immediately turned into a brain-dead fan, spent a lot of money to go down to the open Xuan on the second floor, and replaced a table of high-class dining for Hailu Shanzhen to entertain idols.

This open pavilion is surrounded by large open windows, facing the "Sanjiang Pavilion" in the center of the courtyard of the water pavilion platform, there is a good advocate girl on the stage singing "There is a fox Suisui", "Zhilan Branch" and other glamorous sounds, Mingyue Nu disdainfully threw out a sentence "The rubble can compete with the pearl and jade", and shot out the entwined gold of two thousand spirit sand, and insisted that the advocate of "when will the bright moon have" made a song according to the ancient score, and Ling Lingran presented a new voice.

In addition, he boldly called dozens of warblers and Yanyan to come over and hold the jade bell with colorful sleeves, and swept away the courtesans who were not accompanying the guests in the "Sanjiang Pavilion", and the later guests angrily asked the junior two of the running hall if you Sanjiang Pavilion still want to do business.

Chang Kaishen fully showed the demeanor that a poet should have, a glass of new song wine, a glass of wind and snow and a "new work", the wine is not three rounds, the poems have become hundreds, every word is beautiful, every sentence is gorgeous, not to mention that the cool poetry of the bright moon slave is overwhelmed, the courtesans are shocked, and even the three fellow brothers can't help but shout: Senior brother, it's too face-saving to be able to have a sect with you!

The Gane-headed people, who were deeply hit, did not dare to talk about poetry and literature anymore in the end, but only said that whoever beat the drum and passed the flowers to whoever had to tell a meat story, or he would be punished for drinking. But the situation once again exceeded his expectations, Zhuang Yuanlang was young, but his attainments in this area were no less than his poetry skills, or he didn't open his mouth, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he said the meat jokes, and even he, a pretentious old pervert, had to ponder in his mind again and again, so that he could suddenly realize and shoot the case.

Throwing away the crumpled Danshu, the elephant-headed man burped and continued to Chang Kaishen apologetically: "Junyou, I am very happy and happy to drink flower wine in the fang market of your Maha Wuliang Palace today, but in the end it is in a hurry, and the wine is a little bit worse, you wait well, in half a month, the famous flower country leader "Dancing Drunken Fairy Ji" in Jujiu Zhou will come to our Demon Mountain Joy Fang to be listed, when the time comes, you must appreciate your face, let me be serious and fulfill the friendship of the landlord!"

"Really?" Before the senior brother could speak, Qi Dian scratched his ears and couldn't sit still: "The 'Dancing Drunken Immortal Princess' of Ju Dove Island is going to pick up guests at your Demon Mountain Joy Workshop?"

"Oh, hasn't Fahai Xiaoyou also heard of the reputation of "Dancing Drunken Immortal"?" The old demon of Montenegro blinked his huge elephant eyes: "Our Demon Mountain has always had dealings with the Great Compassion Temple of Ju Jiuzhou, and the "Dancing Drunken Immortal" happened to be listed in the Fang Market of the Great Compassion Temple last year, and we also relied on a lot of connections in the Great Compassion Temple to move her to nod. It's not easy! People think that the pattern of Wuyu in the East China Sea is too small, and they originally planned to go to Dongsheng Shenzhou for development this year. ”

"Just kidding! How can I not know the glamorous name of 'Dancing Drunken Immortal'!" Qi Dian slapped the table excitedly: "Her vision is famous, our Little Buddha Island is only the smallest island in the East China Sea, you Demon Mountain can talk about her, it must have cost a lot of money, right?"

"It cost a lot of money, but as long as she comes, we are not afraid of losing money. ”

With this cash cow, you can earn at least ten times more with interest!"

"Where did you know about the 'Dancing Drunken Immortal'?" Zong Heng glanced at the prayer with a smile: "The vision is tide enough, Fahai, Ju Dove Continent is a million miles away from our Little Buddha Continent." ”

"Haha, our Duowen Heavenly King can't imagine that there is also a lonely and unheard of time......" Qi Dian thought to himself that Lao Tzu was a foundation monk Yan Dan twelve years ago, where is the existence that you can imagine in this four-legged bookcase: "Fa Ming, you don't know, this "Dancing Drunken Fairy Ji" is amazing, she has been on the scene for almost three hundred years since her debut, and she comes out to be listed for three days every year, no more than one day and no less than one day, it is said that her vision is huge and her temperament is very cold, and no one has ever seen her smile! Since the first day of her debut, she has been publicly promoted as the first beauty of Jujiuzhou, and even many people think that she is the first beauty of Wuyu in the East China Sea. Speaking of the secret phase, Comrade Fahai danced with his hands, and his excitement was overflowing, obviously the crotch name of the glazed turtle head gave him extraordinary self-confidence: "Quack! When this great beauty comes to our little Buddha Continent, I will go for a while! Senior brother, don't forget to call me when the time comes!"

"No problem! I'd love to see if this girl is as good as you say. Zhuang Yuanlang thought to himself that this "Dancing Drunken Fairy" was crossed by Jobs, hunger marketing was so skillful, and he also used cold as ice as a hype selling point, nine out of ten men were cheap bones, and the more she held it like this, the more angry the men became.

"You don't have to look at it to know that she definitely doesn't look as good-looking as an official. A group of prostitutes foamed at the mouth when they heard what the prayer said, and they were as unconvinced as they were: "The first beauty in Wuyu in the East China Sea!"

"Senior brother, I don't think you should take Fahai with you. Zong Heng had a straight face, and seriously advised Chang Kaishen: "Fahai, this heartless guy, is already sucking to death with the secret appearance of the glazed turtle, if that "Dancing Drunken Fairy Ji" lists him as a guest of the scene, this thing will definitely the guy regardless of the consequences, and he will ...... it."

Zhuang Yuanlang almost didn't die of laughter, Zong Heng was right, the prayer ceremony is indeed still in the primary stage of having holes, being cold and taboo, if you can be enlightened one day, you will enter the intermediate stage of eating a good peach and not touching a basket of broken apricots, if the ancestral tomb is smoking, the blessing is profound, maybe like him, you can understand the ultimate meaning of "behind every peerless beauty there is a poor man who her and wants to vomit".

"This "Dancing Drunken Immortal Princess" is the leader of the flower country on the first continent of the East China Sea Wuyu, and he only accepts people with secret names and instruments, and the strength of the skills in the room can be imagined!" Zong Heng glanced at the prayer ceremony, and continued to say to Zhuang Yuanlang: "Fahai, he is just a Qi refining cultivator, and when he encounters such a ruthless character, isn't that sending sheep into the tiger's mouth......

"Fa Ming! You're too lenient, aren't you? Do you know, I hate you most for interfering with me with this kind of caring tone from your elders! Who are you to mine? What do I need to worry about?" Qi Dian almost didn't go crazy, if it wasn't for Zhuang Yuanlang to stop him, he would have been ready to beat Zong Heng. As a foundation building monk who reincarnated and came back with a wish, Yan Dan was a master of five Mozi yoga, desire and happiness, and Dinghui double cultivation in the Maha Wuliang Palace, and the number one golden gun in the foundation building period of three hundred women.

"Fa Ming, you haven't even looked in front of the 'Dancing Drunken Immortal' yet, you are so nervous, your nerves are too allergic, right?" Zhuang Yuanlang felt the same as Qi Dian's feelings, and felt that Zong Heng had passed - although you are well-informed and know a lot, but you are not a prophet, why do you have the courage to dictate to others? Qi Dian is not a fool, he always has his own considerations for what he wants to do, why do you think that he must be naïve, stupid, and ridiculous? Could it be that you are the only one in the world who is smart, calm, and Calmly, is it only you who think about everything and do not leak a drop of water? Do you think you are Zhuge Liang in the cultivation realm!

"The monk's path depends on how he chooses, not on others. "Evil Moon is also very unaccustomed to Zong Heng's little adult style, you are only eleven years old, why do you put on a picture of an old-fashioned and well-read wise man.

"You must not have much to offer in the future. The elephant-headed man sneered, and his two big fierce eyes looked at Zong Heng with great contempt: "Before the incident happened, I was afraid of the wolf and the tiger, so be cautious and look ahead...... Is it useful to calculate so much? What kind of things do in the cultivation realm without risk? If you are afraid of taking risks, don't come to become a monk! I see, you should go down to earth as soon as possible! This profession is not suitable for a coward like you at all!"

Zong Heng opened his mouth, shook his head helplessly, and the words full of advice turned into a long sigh in his throat.

In his previous life, "Dancing Drunken Fairy" came to Xiaofozhou for three days, and prayed for admiration, but the guest who entered the curtain became a guest, and the person was also sucked into jerky, and he died. After a lapse of two years, the "Dancing Drunken Immortal" was revealed by a master in the house in Dongsheng Shenzhou, and the news spread to Xiaofozhou, and the prayer ceremony immediately became the number one pillar of shame of the Maha Immeasurable Palace.

Although Zong Heng has known for 500 years and can see the future with his eyes, at this moment, he knows that the wisest choice is to shut up and shut up quickly. After all, you can't rush to heaven with a bayonet, and this lesson must not be repeated in the future, and you must choose a good way to care, otherwise it is easy to be treated as a donkey's liver and lungs - just like now.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little embarrassing, the empathetic fans quickly diverted the topic, and pointed to the water pavilion in the courtyard opposite, clapping their hands and saying, "Look and see, today's Yue Ren Selling Conference has begun!"

The water pavilion song platform on the tooth board silk bamboo is quiet, the sound of the golden drum and horn zither suddenly loud, two teams of Jiangpa sheath, the bun plugged pheasant feather of the bodybuilding girl fish out, waving the jade axe, and dancing and singing, bodybuilding and sassy, wild and public.

Like an army escorting a prisoner, they forced a stumbling human scholar to the center of the stage.

The scholar's face turned pale, and he looked around in a hurry, and his eyes were filled with tears from the great horror.

This kind of goods, you don't need to look at it to know that it must be mortal, because there is absolutely no such pustule in the monk.

Zhuang Yuanlang and Zong Heng sighed in unison, and straightened up from their seats.

If it weren't for the fact that he had an Adam's apple and pure black hair, they would almost have thought that what they were seeing was the white-haired girl Ning Caijun, the god of the Yellow Spring, the Yin Flame Ginseng Tree, and the mortal woman.

"No surprise, this should be the brother she said, right?" Zong Heng said, "What's your name?"

"I don't know. Chang Kaishen's eyes purred: "Her name is Ning Caijun, won't her brother be called Ning Caichen, right?"