The beauty said without thinking: "Of course it's "Blue and White Porcelain". ”

"Who wrote Blue and White Porcelain?"

"Zhou Jielun, the genius of the Qi Kingdom! Everyone in the Shenfeng Continent knows it. ”

Suddenly, the beauty came to her senses and opened her eyes wide: "You mean he is?"

Zhou Jielun couldn't imagine that there were still people thousands of miles away who knew "Blue and White Porcelain", and he was happy in his heart, and clasped his fists with both hands: "I am Zhou Jielun of Qiguo." ”

There was an exclamation in the audience, of course, the highest voice was those sisters.

In a few minutes, all the sisters on the railing came down.

A sister with a baby face looked Jay Chou back and forth.

Jay Chou asked, "What are you looking for? I don't have milk for you." ”

Babyface laughed out loud: "Milk, do you think you are really the fifth sister?"

Zhou Jielun said sternly: "Of course I am not the fifth sister, I have birds." ”

Babyface said dismissively, "Cut! A little bird that can't fly, do you want to fly? If you want to fly, I'll let you fly through the clouds tonight." ”

Zhou Jielun choked up suddenly, his little bird can only be walked by Kunkun now, and he has no ability to fly, let alone fly in the wild.

The beauty named Shuangshuang pushed away the provocative baby face and said to Jay Chou: "You are 'two'".

Jay Chou cried with a sad face: "The girl said something wrong, I am Jay Chou, not 'two'."

"But the people of the entire Shenfeng Continent know that Zhou Jielun is a 'two-talent'!

Jay Chou's worst fear happened.

Is it fashionable to simplify now? Why did "two talents" become "two"?

You said that Jay Chou became a two-person talent, which is a simplified word that can't be matched, and said that in the past, but the two became two, it is not a simplified version, but an abbreviated version.

Zhou Jielun hugged his fists: "Sisters, please raise your noble hand, call me two, don't call me two, the rest of me is not two." ”

Frost said, "Negotiable, but you have to be sincere." ”

Jay Chou's face was happy: "As long as you don't let me sleep with you, you can put forward conditions." ”

"Flutter!" the sisters laughed.

"What are you going to sleep with us?

Jay Chou was taken aback: "Sisters, it's not right to use your mouth." In case of orgasm, if you are not careful, your teeth will break the skin and it will become inflamed. ”

There was a laugh in the hall.

Frost restrained the sisters: "Sisters, today we finally caught the chick, let's make a request!"

"Send me a poem!" Babyface said.

"I want a song!"

"I want a song!"

In the end, the conditions are laid out, a poem or a story.

Jay Chou was thinking about how to pay this fan difference, left early, and when he looked up, he saw the big words on the main hall, and he couldn't help but move in his heart, and immediately had an idea.

"Okay! I'll tell you a story. ”

As soon as I heard that the "two talents" wanted to tell a story, there was a commotion in the Red Mansion.

The one who was galloping on the field on his sister stood on the horse, and the one who kissed his mouth swallowed his tongue, and he was interested in drinking and singing.

Jay Chou's story has not yet been told, and the hall is already full of more than 100 people.

There are sixty or seventy sisters.

Jay Chou found a piece of iron and stone and came to the arranged desk.

"Smack!"

Everyone was taken aback, this formation had never been seen before.

Zhou Jielun glanced at the crowd in the audience and slowly spoke:

"It turns out that when Nuwa's refining stone to make up for the sky, he practiced into a high scripture of 12 zhang and a stubborn stone of 24 zhang in the Great Wilderness Mountain.

"One day, just when mourning, Russia saw a monk come from afar, born with extraordinary bones, the gods are very different, talk and laugh to the peak, sit on the side of the stone and talk about the fast. Although the disciple is stupid, the sex is a little clear, and the situation is seen in the immortal shape of the second teacher, and the product must be extraordinary, and there must be the material to make up for the heavens and help the world, and the virtue of benefiting people is like a little compassion, and carrying the disciple into the red dust, in the rich field, the gentle township is enjoyed for a few years, and he will never forget it. After listening to the two immortal masters, Qi Han smiled and said: "Good, good! There are some happy things in the red dust, but they can't rely on it forever, and there is a fly in the ointment, good things are more demonic - the eight words are closely connected, and in an instant, they are happy and sad, people are not exchanged for things, in the end, it is a dream, all realms are empty, it is better not to go." The two immortals knew that they could not be forced, so they sighed: "This is also a quiet and extremely cowardly level, and there are a number of things out of nothing. Shi Dao: "Nature, nature." The monk said, "If you say that you are spiritual, but you are so stupid, and there is no strange thing, so you have to tiptoe. There is only no, the real benefit, you have to engrave the number again, so that people can see at first sight that it is a strange thing, and then take you to the prosperous and prosperous state, the family of poetry and hairpins, the prosperous land of flowers and willows, and the gentle and rich country to live and work. When the stone heard this, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, so he asked, "I don't know how many strange things I have given my disciples, and I don't know where I have taken my disciples to?" The monk smiled and said, "Don't ask, you will naturally understand in the future." So saying, he took the stone and drifted away with the man, but he did not know where he was going.

Later, I don't know how many generations and several eons, because there is an empty road person visiting the Tao to seek immortals, suddenly passed under the peak of the nonsensical cliff of this great barren mountain, and suddenly saw a large piece of stone with clear handwriting, compiling the calendar.

There is no material to make up for the sky, and it is in vain to be in the red dust for many years.

After the poem, it is the hometown of this stone fall, the place of reincarnation, and a story of personal experience. ”