As long as someone is reading Nie Xiaoqian's works, the tone is endless.

After staying in Lanruo Temple for so many days, she was absorbing the literary qi and condensing the yin soul almost all the time, and she felt that she had made great progress, thinking that she might be able to resist the power of the door god a little.

So on the day of the Shangyuan Festival, as soon as the sun was dark, he set off to Guobei County.

But what made her disappointed was that although she was no longer as uncomfortable and almost distracted as before in the sight of the door god, she still couldn't hold on for long.

Especially those door gods that big families bought from Laoshan at a great price, they are especially powerful, and she can't connect nearly ten feet.

Nie Xiaoqian, who was also going to Siyizhai or the Wang family's mansion, was blocked by the door god array, so she had to write a poem on the peach blossom note sent by Wang Qiongying, find someone to send it to the Wang family, and retreated to Wanghu Tower.

Wanghulou is not far from Lanlingdu, just on the edge of a river with water in Xiaojing Lake, and there are not many people nearby.

However, the venue of the Shangyuan Festival Poetry Meeting is located in Wanghu Tower, so Wanghu Tower is crowded at this time, and there are talented and beautiful people who come to participate in the poetry meeting upstairs and downstairs.

Nie Xiaoqian wore a pure white skirt, soft and simple, showing her shape, and stood under the shade of a bamboo basket with a bamboo basket.

She has already peeked into the way of cultivating the "Taiyin Refining Method", and Yuehua's two-pronged approach to literature and qi can be regarded as the initial results, and the gloomy ghost aura on her body has faded a lot, and her popularity has increased. In front of the public, as long as you avoid shuttling with people who practice martial arts with vigorous energy, it doesn't hurt to come into contact with as many people as you want.

But she is used to being quiet, and Wang Qiongying has not yet arrived, so she doesn't want to go to Wanghu Tower to join in the fun.

There were people coming and going on the grass path, and those who were not particularly sharp-eyed could not see her in the darkness, and even if they could see it, they could only roughly recognize a silhouette, and they might be frightened, and then secretly curse for pretending to be a ghost.

However, she is a ghost, and it is pure slander to pretend to be a ghost to intimidate people.

She stood there unhurriedly, waiting quietly, and from time to time she could hear the scholar's "Drunken Book of Wanghulou" chanting Su Shi nearby.

The black clouds turned over the ink and did not cover the mountains, and the white rain jumped into the boat.

The wind blows and blows away, and the water under the lake is like the sky.

In ancient times, there were very few entertainment programs, and the main purpose of holding a poetry meeting, in addition to meeting friends with literature, should be that everyone was lively and lively together, and vassal elegance was secondary.

In Nie Xiaoqian's opinion, there is not much difference from those who formed a group to sing K at KTV in the previous life.

Singing K means that some people sing a little better, and some people sing a little worse, but it's all the same, you sing it, I sing it.

In the poetry club, some people write a little better, and some people write a little worse, but it's the same that you wrote me to and.

In previous years, Wang Qiongying was good at dancing with long sleeves and presided over the poetry meeting in an orderly manner. And tonight's Wanghulou Poetry Club lacks the first lady in the county like her, which will inevitably be a little messy and lack some color.

It didn't take long for Nie Xiaoqian to see a warm sedan chair floating in the moonlight like the wind.

The reason why it is said to float is not because this warm sedan chair is a ghost sedan chair, but because the two sedan chair drivers who lift their feet have sharp legs and feet, and they are like flying.

The Wang family is rich and powerful, looking at the two sedan chair men with bulging waists and clearly hiding their blades, looking at their light steps, and then looking at the vigorous blood and blood, there is no doubt that they are good at martial arts.

"Sister."

As soon as the warm sedan car stopped, Wang Qiongying was extremely forgetful, and the birds threw themselves into the forest and pounced.

Nie Xiaoqian is a ghost body, and she has a cold body on her body, she doesn't want to get too close to Wang Qiongying, so as not to get Wang Qiongying contaminated with ghost energy, so she avoided Wang Qiongying's embrace in a clever way that is difficult to detect.

Wang Qiongying was probably too happy to notice this kind of detail, and just babbled about herself. However, Nie Xiaoqian quickly noticed that the maid Baoqin, who was almost inseparable from Wang Qiongying, was not there, so she asked, "What about Baoqin, why don't you see anyone?" ”

Wang Qiongying said with a smile: "She walked too slowly, so I asked her to rest." ”

In fact, Wang Qiongying asked the two palanquin drivers to rush to Wanghulou as fast as possible, so that they walked too fast and left behind the hugqin, which could only walk.

"Sister, is this your new book?" As usual, Wang Qiongying quickly set her eyes on Nie Xiaoqian's bamboo basket.

"Well, it's a new one, if you want to see it, take it." Nie Xiaoqian nodded and handed the bamboo basket to Wang Qiongying.

Compared with "Smiling Proud Jianghu", "Six-Fingered Qin Demon" is extremely murderous.

Huang Xuemei held the Heavenly Demon Piano in her palm, once the strings were plucked, blood would definitely be splashed for five steps, and she was a little worried that Wang Qiongying would not like it.

However, at this time, Wang Qiongying obviously will not consider the question of whether "Six-Fingered Qin Demon" is suitable or not, for the novels written by Nie Xiaoqian, she has always been a comer, she happily took the bamboo basket with her left hand, and pulled Nie Xiaoqian with her right hand and said: "Sister, let's go up, the famous Nie family Jade Toe came to the Wanghulou Poetry Club in person, I don't know how many people's eyes will be blind." ”

She had been friends with Nie Xiaoqian for a long time, and a few postmodern words that she had learned from Nie Xiaoqian would occasionally pop out of her mouth.

It's just that Nie Xiaoqian is destined not to be able to go up with her, because just now Nie Xiaoqian emitted the induction, sensing that there was a faint mana fluctuation on the Wanghu Tower, but someone carried a magic talisman on his body to ward off evil spirits and avoid evil, and he could strictly affect the ghost things.

"I don't want to see too many people, you go up, I'll wait for you in the boat below, okay?" Nie Xiaoqian had to make an excuse for herself.

"If you don't go, I'll go up and do it alone." Wang Qiongying replied with some disappointment, she didn't want to come to the poetry meeting, that is, from the poem on the peach blossom note, she knew that Nie Xiaoqian was here, so she hurried over.

Nie Xiaoqian saw that her expression was slightly gloomy, and she was about to say a few words of comfort, but Wang Qiongying seemed to suddenly remember something, her eyes lit up, and she said, "Sister, have you ever written poems and lyrics?" ”

"In the bamboo basket, there are a few poems about the snow, written on the metaverse." Nie Xiaoqian was stunned for a moment and replied.

"Great, the poetry meeting should end soon, sister, you wait for me here for a while, I'll go back when I go." Wang Qiongying said, carrying the corner of her skirt in one hand and a bamboo basket in the other, and hurriedly walked to the upper floor of Wanghu Tower.

Nie Xiaoqian didn't know what she was going to do, shook her head, and slowly walked to the side of the Wanghu Tower, in the canopy boat under the bridge.

Although the two vigorous sedan chair men couldn't affect her, she didn't want to get close in her heart, and subconsciously wanted to stay away.

Wang Qiongying said that the poetry meeting was about to end, and sure enough, it was very soon, she was in the canopy boat, and before the two teas had passed, she heard a burst of cheers from the Wanghu Tower, and not long after, the figures scattered in all directions.

Nie Xiaoqian walked out of the canopy boat, looked up, and saw that upstairs in Wanghu, Wang Qiongying was winking at herself playfully by the railing, signaling her to come down soon.

However, just as Nie Xiaoqian was about to go downstairs to meet her, a frightened scream suddenly came down from upstairs, followed by a crackling sound, mixed with the sound of a large number of tables and chairs breaking cups and basins.

Wang Qiongying was still upstairs and didn't come down, Nie Xiaoqian's heart was tight, she couldn't hide her ghost body, and floated directly upstairs.

The two sedan chair men who had been faithfully guarding downstairs moved faster than Nie Xiaoqian, and when the voice suddenly sounded, they immediately turned around and rushed into the air, connecting their toes on the wall, and they were upstairs in the blink of an eye.

All of a sudden, the screams and ping-pong fights on the Wanghu upstairs were endless.

Before Nie Xiaoqian floated up to Wanghu Tower, a strong smell of blood had already come to her nose, and the aroma of ambergris cakes that had been knocked over on the ground could not be hidden.

And when she was about to enter the Wanghu Tower, in the shadow under the firelight in front of her, the fence suddenly broke open, flashing a fierce cold light like a moon hook, which came extremely fast.

It was so fast that Nie Xiaoqian, who had never used fists and feet with anyone and had no experience in fighting, had not reacted at all, and the incomparably sharp cold light had already flashed from her waist.