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A trace of consternation flashed in Xiaoyue Xianzun's stunned eyes, the national-level poem during the day, when it was not dark, she knew it, and at the same time she was surprised, she also had a heart of love.

Hearing that the other party wanted to leave, he subconsciously used the rules he had set before to stop him, but he didn't expect the other party to agree easily.

Is it arrogant, or is there fearlessness. For a moment, Xiaoyue Immortal Venerable's gaze at Chu Feng became unusual.

"Could it be that Immortal Venerable wants to teach the poor Dao here?"

Chu Feng asked with a smile.

In the vast night, a group of people smashed the yard and stood, and the atmosphere was a little strange.

Xiaoyue Immortal Venerable smiled, the courtyard was full of brilliance, she raised her slender jade hand that did not touch the spring water, and pointed to the right, "Dao Chief, please"

Chu Feng raised his eyes and saw that there were many flower pots on a field the size of a basketball court, with a compelling aroma, and on both sides there were seven or eight tables made of unknown materials, on which some wine, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and delicate snacks were placed.

If it weren't for knowing that the people present were all monks, Chu Feng really thought that he had arrived at a night banquet poetry meeting in the Tang Dynasty.

I chose a random seat and sat down, smelled a pungent smell, and turned my head to see that it was Xiao Huohuo whose face was about to crumple into dough.

"Dao Chief, I don't know how, my cultivation is constantly decaying, and dirty things are constantly flowing out of my body, you see."

Xiao Huohuo grabbed his clothes with his hand, and then took it out, it was a black mass. From time to time, yellow water with a foul smell drips out, which is very disgusting.

Before Chu Feng could speak, he heard a soft voice.

"Don't panic, those who are not advanced in cultivation will be rejected by the laws of Confucianism and Taoism in the ancient road of Confucianism and Taoism, and it will be good after a long time"

Looking up, it was Xiaoyue Immortal Venerable who had already taken a seat.

This mature and elegant, feminine Immortal Venerable is holding a glass of wine with a smile on his face.

Is this an immortal venerable, or a demon venerable? A strange thought appeared in Chu Feng's heart.

"I see, is there a place to take a shower?"

Xiao Huohuo, who was overwhelmed by his own stench, asked in a loud voice.

Chu Feng shook his head, bent his fingers a little, and Xiao Huohuo became the size of a firefly.

"Dao Chief, how did I get smaller!"

Xiao Huohuo was shocked, and as soon as he finished speaking, his body fell uncontrollably into the wine glass, and he was turned over in it.

After a while, Xiao Huohuo suddenly became bigger, and when he returned to his position, there was nothing on his body except for the smell of wine.

At this time, a very handsome and somewhat familiar man sat up opposite.

"Don't you want to ask Daoist Chu for advice?"

Dong Xuan seems to be the first Junjie to board a cruise ship on the shore before. Could it be that he was not convinced that he stole his limelight. A person with such an elegant appearance can't be so brainless.

Chu Feng was puzzled in his heart, but a warm smile appeared on his face.

"There is no need to ask for advice, there is no superiority in literary talent, and it is okay to communicate and exchange"

Dong Xuan smiled and arched his hand around, and was about to speak, when Xiaoyue Immortal Venerable's feminine voice interrupted him.

"After singing and dancing, it's never too late to communicate"

Dongxuan's body was shocked, and An An sat down.

Xiaoyue Immortal Venerable, with a light wave of the jade hand, a little starlight sprinkled from the sky, and when it was about to touch the ground, a graceful figure was formed, and suddenly, the figure exploded, turned into a little star, and flew towards the sky, high in the sky, turning into a woman in purple clothes, every move was extremely beautiful.

This woman was none other than the Night Moon Fairy who had led Chu Feng here before.

A piece of light and rain flying, the woman under the moon sometimes raises her wrist and lowers her eyebrows, sometimes she shus her hand, and the fan in her hand is closed and held, like a pen walking in the dragon painting Danqing, the jade sleeves are windy, elegant and vigorous. The sound of music is clear in the ears, the folding fan in the hand is like a wonderful pen like a silk string, turning, throwing, opening, closing, twisting, rounding, bending, flowing water like a dragon flying like a phoenix dancing.

"The Night Moon Fairy is worthy of his title, under the night moon, full of fairy spirit"

"In the ancient road of Confucianism and Taoism, the one who can be slightly inferior to Xiaoyue Immortal Venerable is the Night Moon Fairy"

"Singing and dancing, my heart is shaken"

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All kinds of words of praise blurted out from the mouths of the talented people present.

The dance lasted two quarters of an hour before it stopped.

The Night Moon Fairy gave a salute in the air, came down from the clouds, and sat down on the side of the case where Chu Feng and Xiao Huohuo were.

In the night, the fairy actually took the initiative to stay by Chu Feng's side.

Many people secretly wondered why they didn't have Chu Feng's talent.

"Michichi, please"

The Night Moon Fairy held the wine glass in her hand and sent it to Chu Feng.

As an old-school traverser, Chu Feng was used to not eating or drinking outside, and when he saw this, he politely refused: "Poor Dao is a monk, you can't drink"

The Night Moon Fairy's expression froze, but she quickly recovered, and put down her wine glass as if she was fine.

The eyes of the talented people almost didn't jump out, and the dignified night moon fairy toasted something, but someone actually refused.

Xiao Huohuo, who was full of alcohol on the side, said with a big tongue: "Fairy, I'm not a monk, I can drink." ”

The Night Moon Fairy smiled and said nothing.

Xiao Huohuo, who was embarrassed, lowered his head and pretended to be an ostrich.

On the other side, Dongxuan Gongzi stood up, looking at Chu Feng's eyes flashed with a trace of jealousy, he was one of the suitors of the Night Moon Fairy, all along, the Night Moon Fairy had an indifferent attitude towards him, he thought that the other party's personality was like this, seeing the scene just now, he felt that he was insulted.

As a noble son with good manners, the object of admiration of countless readers, even if there are thousands of unhappiness in his heart, he still has a smile on the surface.

"The talent of the Taoist is rare in the world, Dong Xuan retracted the words he just asked, and asked the Taoist to give me a few poems for us to admire."

Just now, Chu Feng and Xiaoyue Immortal Venerable had agreed to come up with three national-level poems, and when Dong Xuan said this, he undoubtedly wanted to consume Chu Feng's poetry inventory.

On the first seat, Xiaoyue Immortal Venerable, who was pinching the wine glass, flashed a trace of displeasure in her beautiful eyes, how could she not see Dongxuan's Xiao Jiujiu with her wisdom.

Just as he was about to make two things into one, Dong Xuan's voice rang out again.

"Xiaoyue Immortal Venerable used to write poems in seven steps when he was young, I don't know if he can do it?"

Seven steps to poetry?

At this moment, the scholars present, even if they were fools, could see that Dong Xuan deliberately embarrassed Chu Feng.

However, they are from the same source as Dongxuan, and there is no reason to help outsiders, so they all put on a posture of watching a good show.

The Xiaoyue Immortal Venerable at the top seemed to be also interested, playing with the wine glass in his hand and a playful expression on his face.

Under the moonlight, Chu Feng's gaze swept over everyone and stayed on Dong Xuan.

"Why bother to become a poem in seven steps, wouldn't it be better to write a poem in one step!"

One step at a time, the Night Moon Fairy was full of surprise.

Xiaoyue Immortal Venerable, the playfulness on his face is even stronger.

The readers present were all dumbfounded.

Xiao Huohuo looked at Chu Feng with admiration.

Arrogance, arrogance!

For the first time, a sneer appeared on Dong Xuan's face.

"Chu Daoyou, I'm talking about national-level poetry, don't make up the numbers."

Chu Feng said with a smile: "The worst is also the national level"

At this time, including Dongxuan and Xiaoyue Xianzun, everyone's expressions froze, and the worst is the national-level poetry, when the national-level poetry is cabbage!