Yan Xiaoxiao looked around at everyone, and said with a slight smile: "The song "Smiling Proud Jianghu" composed by everyone Zhuang back then is desolate and atmospheric, the melody is majestic, and the little one has been studying for several years, and today it can be regarded as a slight achievement. This song is dedicated to you today, which can be regarded as setting the tone of today's poetry meeting, I don't know if you agree?"

"Is this the "Smiling Proud Jianghu" composed by everyone in Zhuang back then?"

An elderly scribe with a clear face exclaimed, "More than 20 years ago, Zhuang everyone wrote poems on a snowy night on the river, and the name moved the world, and the Lotus Fairy played this song "Smiling Proud Jianghu" on the boat that night, and everyone who heard it was thrilling, unparalleled in the world, but unfortunately after that night, everyone in Zhuang disappeared, and the Lotus Fairy did not play this song "Smiling Proud Jianghu,"

"Since then, although there is a music score widely circulated, but no one has ever been able to understand the true meaning, when the Zhuang everyone was drunk and splashed ink, a hundred poems of wine, the lotus fairy in the snow to touch the qin, a song shocked the world, such a grand event, we are not qualified to participate in it, it is a great pity, and now the lotus fairy has passed away, I thought that "smiling proud rivers and lakes" has become a swan song, I did not expect that the little lady can play this song, I am really feasting my ears today,"

Everyone present nodded again and again, saying that just this song "Smiling Proud Jianghu" is worth the trip today.

Luo Chen's gaze fell on the golden snail, looking at the holy elder with his eyes slightly closed, and said in his heart that this "Smiling Proud Jianghu" was originally composed by the master, and it seems that the master really has a lot of inventory.

I haven't been missing for more than 20 years, and I can still be remembered by so many people, and Master is indeed powerful enough.

But...... More than 20 years ago, it should have been when Master's body was destroyed.

According to the requirements of the Holy Elder, now that the golden snail has been sealed by Luo Chen, Luo Chen can see the Holy Elder in the golden snail, but the Holy Elder can't feel the outside world, so the Holy Elder doesn't know where he is now, but he is sleeping in the golden conch space.

"Little Miss's song "Smiling Proud Jianghu", it is indeed moving, the first time I heard it, it was exciting, and I wanted to fight, and then it seemed to be successful, boating on the lake and sea, using this song as the keynote of the poetry meeting, it is good, but I am afraid that it will be a little difficult," that Fang Qingfeng raised his voice and said, "If you don't really have a splendid article in your belly, you can't make appropriate poems, and those who are indiscriminate and full of numbers, I'm afraid they will be embarrassed," After speaking, he looked at the direction where Luo Chen was, hehe sneered,

Luo Chen smiled indifferently and didn't care, but the long-legged girl and the green-clothed girl glared at Fang Qingfeng in unison,

The rest of the scribes were extremely indifferent on their faces, and they didn't have much reaction to Fang Qingfeng's words, the so-called poetry club was where the scribes compared with each other, and those who didn't have real talent and real learning would naturally be embarrassed.

Yan Xiaoxiao glanced at Fang Qingfeng, and said with a shallow smile: "Mr. Fang really thinks it's difficult?"

"It's naturally not difficult for me, but for some people, I'm afraid it's a little difficult," Fang Qingfeng was slightly stunned, and hurriedly said,

"Since Mr. Fang doesn't think it's difficult, today's poetry meeting will start with Mr. Fang," Yan Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows and said with a faint smile,

"Ah,"

Fang Qingfeng's face changed slightly, and then he looked at everyone's eyes, but they had already fallen on him, Lu Bawang held the wine glass, and a sneer appeared on his face,

"Okay, I'll be ugly in the next place," Fang Qingfeng gritted his teeth, frowned, and began to search his intestines and stomach, while the scribes looked at him, and at the same time quickly began to think in their hearts,

Yan Xiaoxiao smiled indifferently and stroked the Yaoqin, the sound of the piano was relaxed and cheerful, which was pleasant, but to Fang Qingfeng's ears, the sound of the piano was like a drumbeat that was boring,

"Desolate atmosphere...... Desolate and atmospheric ......" Fang Qingfeng wrinkled his brows, with a painful look on his face, and after a few breaths, he gritted his teeth vigorously and said loudly, "I have it,"

Yan Xiaoxiao smiled and nodded, stopped stroking the qin, and everyone's eyes also fell on Fang Qingfeng's body.

Fang Qingfeng stood up and chanted loudly: "The big river flows out of Xiaoshan, between the vast sea of clouds, flowing eastward for millions of miles, when will it return to the sea?"

After chanting, Fang Qingfeng sat down proudly, and the bank of the clear stream became extremely quiet for a while.

"Little Miss, how about my song," Fang Qingfeng looked at Yan Xiaoxiao and said proudly,

"That's good," Yan Xiaoxiao smiled lightly, "It seems that Mr. Fang, like Xiaoxiao, admires everyone Zhuang very much, and is quite familiar with everyone's masterpieces,"

"Hahaha," the surrounding scribes laughed, and Lu Bawang said with a sneering face: "Senior Brother Fang, who are you imitating badly, you want to imitate the works of everyone in Zhuang, and the imitation is so obvious, do you think everyone is a fool?"

Fang Qingfeng's face froze, his face was red and he couldn't speak,

Luo Chen couldn't help laughing, now he naturally knows the masterpieces handed down by the master, this so-called masterpiece of Fang Qingfeng is clearly imitated from a poem by the master,

The first four sentences of Master's long poem are: The bright moon rises from the Tianshan Mountains, the vast sea of clouds, the long wind is tens of thousands of miles, blowing the Yumen Pass, the name of the Zhuang family is known to everyone in Xiaozhou, this breeze imitates the poems of the Zhuang family at the poetry meeting, it is really self-inflicted,

It seems that this guy really doesn't have any real talent and learning, but thinks very highly of himself, but he turns out to be disgraced.

"Although Mr. Fang's poems have traces of axe chisels, they are also appropriate, and this time, they will be considered passed," Yan Xiaoxiao smiled lightly, relieved Fang Qingfeng, and said, "Today's poetry meeting is because I watched the river entering the sea a few days ago, and I felt something, and I made a few small poems, which were not satisfactory compared with the famous works of Zhuang everyone, so I held a poetry meeting here, hoping to get a masterpiece that has been handed down,"

Saying that, Yan Xiaoxiao took out a wooden wine glass, poured it full of wine, put it in the clear stream in front of him, and said with a light smile: "Today's poetry meeting is held in a small way, and the rules are set by Xiaoxiao, who stops at this wine glass, who will compose a poem, and we will all comment, if you can't make it, or the poem you do is too inappropriate, you will drink this cup, what do you think?"

Everyone nodded, saying that this method was very good, but Fang Qingfeng said loudly: "This wine is poured by the little lady herself, if you arrive here, you will not use it as a poem, and drink this cup directly, haha,"

All the celebrities and scholars looked sideways, and they were extremely different in their hearts, Luo Chen looked at Fang Qingfeng's elated appearance, and shook his head in his heart, such a guy didn't know how to cultivate to a sixth-level martial artist,

Yan Xiaoxiao's eyebrows were slightly raised, and then he returned to his indifferent color, and with a slight wave of his jade hand, the wine glass fluttered slowly in the clear stream.

The water in the clear stream is very slow, about a few feet wide, and before each person's case, it is slightly wider, just forming a completely static bay, and the wine glass goes down the water, and it is possible to stop in front of any person.

At this time, the poetry meeting really began,

Luo Chen saw that the poetry club was such a rule, and he knew that he might have the opportunity to speak, where would he write any poems, but fortunately, there were also a lot of poems in his memory, which seemed to be quite good, some of which were the famous works of the Zhuang family that were widely circulated in the cultivation world, and some of them were stuffed into his brain by the master, but there was no record in the famous works of the Zhuang family.

Luo Chen didn't know if these poems had been circulated in the cultivation realm, but he didn't care, if it was his turn, he would use them directly, it would be a big shame, with his mind, he didn't care about such a thing at all,

The wine glass slowly drifted under the gaze of everyone, and stopped in front of the third celebrity, that celebrity was the old man who was the first to speak today, and there was also a record of this person in the classics given by Ye Yeye, Luo Chen knew that this person's name was Bing Changsanren,

Bing Chang Sanren smiled, stood up and said: "The old man recites an old work, although it is an old work, but it has never appeared in the world, and I also ask you to correct the Fang family,"

After finishing speaking, Bing Chang Sanren stroked his beard lightly, and chanted aloud: "Bing Chang Chang is late in spring, and the weeping poplars are not hung in February, and now the ice on the riverside is blooming, which is when the flowers of Xiaoshan fall,"

After chanting, the soldiers sat down slowly, smiling silently,

"No, no," all the scribes were muttering, but Fang Qingfeng stood up and shouted loudly,

"How can't it be done," the soldiers snorted coldly,

"Little Miss's song "Smiling Proud Jianghu" has set the tone for today's poetry meeting, and the style of doing poetry should be desolate and atmospheric, and your poem is really inexplicable and inappropriate," Fang Qingfeng said loudly,

"I think it's good," Yan's small voice rang out,

Fang Qingfeng was slightly stunned, and looked at Yan Xiaoxiao,

Yan Xiaoxiao smiled indifferently and looked around at everyone: "What do you think,"

Lu Bawang stood up and said loudly: "This poem is not only appropriate, but also a rare masterpiece, with this poem, today's poetry will be passed on to future generations,"

"Nonsense," Fang Qingfeng pouted and said, "Lu Bawang, you are a yellow-mouthed child, what kind of knowledge do you have,"

Lu Bawang snorted coldly and continued: "The soldiers are often near the eastern desert islands, the climate is bitter cold, and they have been repeatedly invaded by the eastern desert islands, and the people's livelihood is withered, Xiaoshan is not only the birthplace of the great river, but also the most prosperous area in Xiaozhou.

All the scribes nodded, thinking deeply, Lu Bawang glanced at Fang Qingfeng proudly, and slowly sat down,

Yan Xiaoxiao glanced at Lu Bawang with a little surprise, and nodded with a light smile: "Mr. Lu is right, there is a poem of Sanren, today's poetry will be considered a success, Sanren has been in the army for more than 100 years to resist the barbarians of the Eastern Wilderness Islands, and has made great achievements, not only Xiaozhou celebrities, but also benevolent and righteous people with the people in their hearts, Mr. poems, naturally passed, but this glass of wine, please drink it, this cup of wine, it is considered Mr. Xiaoxiaojing,"

"Good, good, good," Bing Changsanren's face trembled slightly, picked up the wine glass from the clear stream, and said angrily, "The old man's wish in his life is to kill all the barbarians of the Eastern Wilderness Islands, and return the soldiers to the people with peace, but he can't do it, and there is no Xiaozhou colleague to help, but no, no,"

Looking at Yan Xiaoxiao, Bing Chang Sanren said gratefully: "Little Miss is not only a shocking talent, but also has a benevolent heart, under admiration, the Lotus Fairy has passed away, Little Miss is the first talented woman in Xiaozhou, the old man is brave, from now on, I will call Little Miss Little Fairy, this glass of wine, I thank the fairy for the soldiers and hundreds of millions of people,"

After speaking, he raised his head and drank all the wine in the cup.

"I wish I could get the help of my colleagues in Xiaozhou and wipe out the barbarians of the Eastern Wilderness Islands, I wish it was enough," the soldiers put the wine glass into the water, and there were tears in their eyes,

"Little Miss is the first talented woman in Xiaozhou today, and she has the appearance of heaven and man, and the name of the fairy is absolutely appropriate. Lu Bawang said loudly, "From now on, we will call Miss a little fairy!"

All the scribes agreed, saying that Yan Xiaoxiao has a blue heart, a benevolent heart, and deserves the name of a fairy.

Yan Xiaoxiao smiled lightly and said, "You have praised it." How can a little He De dare to be a lotus fairy. However, the scattered people are not only quick in writing and thinking, but also have the people in mind, and are the real benevolent people. It is our blessing to have this poem handed down to the world today. ”

Seeing that everyone was reluctant to talk about resisting the barbarians of the Eastern Wilderness Islands, the soldiers couldn't help but smile desolate and remain silent.

In addition to the eight states in the cultivation realm, there are also four wildernesses, namely the Eastern Wilderness, the Western Wilderness, the Southern Wilderness, and the Northern Wilderness.

The Southern Wilderness is the Tiannan Wilderness, located in the south of Sichuan Prefecture, with the Tiannan Mountains as the core. The Northern Wilderness refers to a small area north of Qinzhou near the Endless Ice Ocean. The Western Wilderness is located on the western side of the continent and has the largest area. However, the Eastern Wilderness is not on the mainland, but refers to a large island not far from the mouth of the great river.

The people living on the Eastern Wilderness Islands are completely different from those on the mainland, with snowy skin and blue eyes, tall stature, and a language that is very different from that on the mainland. The spiritual power of heaven and earth where the Eastern Wilderness Islands are located is extremely thin, but it is not uncommon for strong people to be strong.

The islands of the Eastern Wilderness are divided into several large tribes, all of which are extremely warlike, fighting each other endlessly, and often fleeing to the mainland to plunder. Located near the mouth of the Great River, it was the most common area of the Eastern Wilderness.

Luo Chen read all these news from the classics. The deeds of the soldiers who often dispersed to resist the Eastern Wilderness are also recorded in the classics.

Xiaozhou is calm on the surface, but in fact, there are constant disputes. Where do the strong people in Xiaozhou have the heart to pay attention to the affairs of the Eastern Wilderness, naturally no one will help the soldiers.

Luo Chen looked a little lonely when he saw the soldiers scattered, but there was no turmoil in his heart. Because this is Xiaozhou, and he comes from the "Southern Wilderness", in the eyes of the people of Xiaozhou, people outside Xiaozhou can be called barbarians, not to mention that he, a person from the Southern Wilderness, is a barbarian among barbarians.

Yan Xiaoxiao waved her wrist, and a piece of rice paper and an inkstone appeared on the desk, and a delicate brush appeared in her hand.

"What's the name of this poem?" Yan Xiaoxiao turned around slightly and asked softly.

"Let's call it 'Side Words'!" replied the soldier.

Yan Xiaoxiao tapped her head, dipped the brush in the inkstone, and then the pen walked away and the dragon snake waved on the rice paper. After a while, he put away the pen and ink, gently lifted the rice paper, and showed it to everyone.

Luo Chen looked over and saw that the handwriting on the rice paper was like a silver hook and iron stroke, very imposing, the handwriting was wild and uninhibited, and the force penetrated the back of the paper, it turned out to be an extremely rare wild grass, which was completely different from the beautiful hairpin flower on Yan Xiaoxiao's invitation that day.

(End of chapter)