Xiao Huohuo's young heart was angry, and anger appeared on his face when he heard the words.

"Where did the fat man come out, are you looking for something?"

As soon as the fat nobleman's paper fan was closed, the fat face that could almost pinch out the oil was full of mockery.

"Why, the cowhide was torn by someone, and I was annoyed and angry"

The people around pointed and pointed for a while, but most of them were saying that Chu Feng and Xiao Huohuo were arrogant, they didn't come up with good poems, these two people actually said that they didn't want to be in the limelight, they were too capable.

Xiao Huohuo couldn't help but feel a little weak when he heard the discussions around him, after all, he had never seen Chu Feng chanting poetry.

Seeing this, the fat noble son was energetic, walked around Xiao Huohuo, smiled coldly, and said: "I have nothing to say, this son looks down on people like you the most, obviously with a water belly, he just ran to the territory of the scholar and pretended to be a big-tailed wolf!" ”

"You"

Xiao Huohuo's temper was ignited again, and he glared angrily at the fat noble son, if he wasn't familiar with life, he would have already done it.

The fat noble boy, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he was about to continue to be sarcastic, when the voice of poetry sounded.

"The cicada is poignant, the long pavilion is late, and the showers are at the beginning of the break. The tent of the capital is empty...... Thinking of going, thousands of miles of smoke waves, twilight is heavy and the sky is wide.

Affectionate parting since ancient times, even more Nakan, snubbing the Qingqiu Festival! …… Even though there are thousands of styles, who can you talk to? ”

What a word! Not only the fat nobleman, but also the surrounding spectators showed surprised expressions.

Before the men could turn to see who it was, the vision happened. A few meters thick cyan gas burst out from Chu Feng's body, condensing into a huge cloud in the sky, with a loud bang, golden light, and a pale golden paper floated out of the clouds.

A very nice woman's voice came from the pleasure boat.

"Talent becomes a cloud, paper hangs in the air"

Everyone came back to their senses and looked at the source of the sound of the poem, it turned out to be the Taoist priest just now, it turned out that he was not talking big, but he really had the ability!

"Talent becomes a cloud, paper hangs in the air, and the vision of heaven and earth when the world-level poetry is born"

The obese noble son who came back to his senses said dementedly.

At this moment, a connecting light flew from a pleasure boat to the shore, and the beautiful woman's voice just now sounded again.

"Night Moon, waiting for the Taoist here"

Everyone was in good spirits, and the Night Moon Fairy, one of the three beauties of the tenth level of Confucianism and Taoism, actually took the initiative to invite people on board. For the first time in thousands of years, this is the first time.

Chu Feng coughed lightly, reminded Xiao Huohuo to follow, and walked towards the light.

Xiao Huohuo broke free from his stupid freeze-frame expression and quickly followed.

After the two disappeared, the fat noble son gave himself a slap in the face, secretly saying that he had eyes and didn't know the real handsome.

……

On the deck of the cruise ship, the night moon fairy in white clothes stood with a smile, her head full of green silk like water waves, flowing down, soft and smooth, with a little luster, making her look beautiful and dusty.

Chu Feng, who had just boarded the boat, had a hunch, and his intuition lit up, the body of the Night Moon Fairy was like the skin of a newborn baby, delicate and radiant, white and red, and crystal shining. The slender waist is gently swaying, like the waist of a beautiful snake twisting, charming and moving. Her slender legs are soft and light, and her proud figure is set off with a peerless demeanor, making thousands of flowers lose their color.

Xiao Huohuo, who came up with Chu Feng, was stunned, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously flowed a little crystalline, his wife, who could only be regarded as medium-looking, was no different from the mud in the field compared to the fairy in front of him.

"The Taoist is extraordinary, and the night moon admires it very much"

The Night Moon Fairy gave a salute, and her undulating posture added a bit of charm due to her bending movements.

"Write as you like, it's not worth mentioning"

Chu Feng said indifferently.

Hearing this, the Night Moon Fairy looked at Chu Feng's beautiful eyes, and became a little more curious.

Xiao Huohuo, who was shocked by Chu Feng on the shore, got on the boat, and was shocked by the Night Moon Fairy, Shi Li said: "Meet the Night Moon Fairy"

Unlike just now, the Night Moon Fairy only smiled slightly.

I can't write poetry, what a difference! Xiao Huohuo sighed in his heart.

"Tonight, Xiaoyue Immortal Venerable, set up a banquet in the mansion and invite a handsome man with extraordinary literary talent, I don't know if I am interested?"

The Night Moon Fairy asked softly.

Chu Feng, who was originally approaching Xiaoyue Immortal Venerable's idea with the help of the Night Moon Fairy, agreed on the spot.

After a while, no one on the shore had written a good poem, and the Night Moon Fairy asked the boat to return.

The boat is on the lake, moving at a pace that is neither fast nor slow. Chu Feng and the Night Moon Fairy were talking at the bow of the boat. It took a few hours to talk about it, and I knew everything about the tenth level of Confucianism and Taoism.

The tenth level of Confucianism and Taoism is an important pass for Confucianism to sharpen disciples, and the highest cultivation is Xiaoyue Xianzun. As a master of literary temperament, Xiaoyue Xianzun likes to make friends with people with outstanding literary talents.

At dusk, the boat came to the place where the big lake and a river meet, and the three of them boarded the boat like a child in front of the boat, and entered the long river against the current.

The boat stopped, and the three abandoned the boat and went ashore. After walking more than 100 steps, they came to a large courtyard, and after the report, the three of them entered. After walking along a tree-lined path for half a day, I came to a courtyard.

The courtyard is very wide, with pebbles paved in front of the door, divided into black and white, just like the traditional buildings in the Jiangnan water town in the real world.

A loud noise came from the courtyard.

It's a bit similar to the scene on the shore of the day.

Suddenly, a charming woman's voice sounded.

"The Night Moon Fairy is back, and he brings two Junjie with him"

The noise disappeared without a trace.

The door of the courtyard opened, Chu Feng entered, saw the flowers and trees, full of vitality, and saw the flying building plugged in, carved fences and jade buildings, hidden between the mountain cols and trees. I saw more than a dozen handsome scholars and stars holding the mature women under the moon, the women were plump, dressed with high temples, dressed in a big red frank neck outfit, and the slow skirt was half exposed, and the skin was faintly exposed under the light gauze ayaluo.

Xiaoyue Immortal Venerable, it's actually like this! Chu Feng couldn't accept it for a while.

The Night Moon Fairy, who came in with Chu Feng, saluted the Dawn Moon Immortal Venerable.

"Guan Ling, this person's name is Chu Feng, he is from Heavenly Dao City, and he is the messenger of the Daomen to take the Western Scripture."

When Xiaoyue Immortal Venerable heard Chu Feng's identity, he smiled and groaned: "Since you are the representative of the Dao Sect, how did you come to my Confucianism and Taoism?" ”

This, the Night Moon Fairy didn't know, and couldn't help but look at Chu Feng.

"Poor Dao was misinformed by the teleportation array here, and I hope to leave here with the help of the teleportation array here."

Chu Feng said truthfully.

"Using the teleportation array of the tenth level to leave here, it takes a lot of immortal stones, if you want to leave, you can, leave three poems that are not inferior to the day."

Xiaoyue Immortal Venerable said seriously.

Three? Thirty capitals can, Chu Feng smiled and nodded.

"Yes"

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