"I see!" Ye Qingxuan had a cold smile on his face, and looked at the crazy exhibition indifferently. It was only at this time that Ye Qingxuan figured out why this Zhan Shaoxia, who had never met or even heard of it, repeatedly found trouble for himself.

"It turns out that you are also a loyal believer of Master Liyan!" Ye Qingxuan said coldly, "But I don't know, the Diancang faction is up and down, would you like to let go of Shaoxia, shave your head, and go to the Feilai Temple to participate in meditation?"

Ye Qingxuan's words were a bit heavy, and he was almost about to say that Zhanzhao was a perfidy and a despicable villain who betrayed his teacher.

At the same time, there is something in the words that also says that the Feilai Temple is not a serious place, and I think it is also, if it is a famous and decent family, how can he do such an act of seducing his disciples to judge the teaching?

It can be seen that although Ye Qingxuan's face was calm at this time, he had already written down this young man in his heart. It's just enough to insult him in public, but this exhibition photo actually made disrespectful remarks, and let him, the Taoist, go to the Buddha to repent, which has involved a dispute of doctrine and faith!

It must be known that when a Taoist priest hits a bell for a day.

Ye Qingxuan has also been a Taoist priest for a while, in addition to the oppression of system tasks, he also has a certain sense of belonging to Taoism.

"Qingxuan Daoist Mo Cheng is good at talking!" Zhan Zhao heard this, his face changed, and his right hand subconsciously touched the hilt of the sword on his waist, but then he reacted to where he was, and then said coldly, "Everyone knows that you Qingxuan Daoist is good at telling the story, and you have that three-inch tongue, which is naturally incomparable."

But at this time, the poetry will be friends, but it is not comparable to your ninth-rate words!

Here are all Jingzhou celebrities, the money shopkeeper held a poetry meeting, see is the literary style, listen to the romance, if the Taoist is a sophistry book, then look down, or go to the Buddha as soon as possible to repent!"

Zhanzhao's words went to the hearts of the celebrities present, these literati and are all arrogant on weekdays, and they can't look at the ninth-rate craftsmen, even if they also listen to the script, but there is still a sense of contempt in their bones.

At this time, after being dazzled and hot, when I thought of Ye Qingxuan's "fortune" history, I naturally forgot that he was a Taoist true cultivator who was profound in Taoism and thought-provoking every time, but I just remembered how he talked about books in Xiangyang City.

So, one by one, their faces showed mockery, and they laughed at Ye Qingxuan, and then someone who was drunk said loudly, "Little Taoist Qingxuan, what kind of place is this Lanting Poetry Society, and how can it be a place where a ninth-rate person like you who has no ink on your chest comes from?"

As soon as these words came out, the banquet echoed the chorus, "Exactly, exactly, Wu Na little Taoist, you should go back to your Laoshizi Taoist temple to talk and tell a story! Hugh must be here, embarrassed, otherwise be careful that your Tianzun Patriarch will chop you to death with a divine thunder and clean up the portal! Hahaha!"

"Wait, don't talk nonsense here!" Sima Changqing didn't want to interfere, but seeing that these people were too much, he couldn't hold back and scolded him!

And Yuan Feng on the side thought that he was just watching coldly, looking like he was watching a good show, this Yuan Feng had seen Ye Qingxuan's magic, and at this time he simply had a kind of blind confidence in him.

I only felt that even my martial arts profundity collapsed. If the Taoist can enlighten himself with a story full of Taoism, then I am afraid that there is nothing in this world that he can't do.

And Na Liyan also had an expression of watching a good show, but he was waiting to see Ye Qingxuan make a fool of himself.

Just when everyone in the audience was thinking differently, a light voice with a little excitement suddenly echoed in this Lanting Villa!

"Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns!" Ye Qingxuan took a step forward and stretched out his hand to point to the nameless mountain peak in the distance, and above the peak, there is a big river rushing down, which is one of the mother rivers in the world, the Yellow River!

Everyone present looked up, and saw Ye Qingxuan's expression change, and his crazy state was a little, and he stretched out his hand and pointed at everyone present, and chanted loudly, "You don't see, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk!"

These two lines of poetry are connected together, and they are magnificent and breathtaking, and for a time there was silence in the field, and the noisy laughter was cleared for a while.

Ye Qingxuan laughed, shook the dust in his palm, and took another step, walking in the direction of Sima Changqing, and at the same time, while walking, he sang "Life must be happy, don't make the golden bottle empty to the moon!"

When Sima Changqing heard this, his face showed a look of excitement and admiration, and then he raised his glass to Ye Qingxuan, raised his head and drank it all.

Seeing this, Ye Qingxuan laughed again, and then turned around and walked towards a scholar who was full of despair, and at the same time sang, "I was born to be useful, and I will come back when my daughter is gone!"

"Dao Chief, Gao Ming!" This scholar with a depressed face was from a poor family, and his talent could not be displayed, and he was already depressed in his heart, but when he heard Ye Qingxuan's poems, his heart was shaken, and he muttered to himself.

Ye Qingxuan didn't care about this scholar, turned to look at Qian Sanfeng, and then shook the dust again, and continued to sing, "Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is fun, you will have to drink three hundred cups!"

The shopkeeper of Qian Da is a person who loves poetry and literature, and when he heard this ancient quatrain, he only felt a heroic feeling in his heart, and he also greeted Ye Qingxuan, raised his wine glass, and drank the wine in one go!

Ye Qingxuan squinted slightly, as if he had already drunk three hundred glasses of wine, as if he was drunk, pointed at Yuan Feng with one hand, pointed at Sima Changqing with the other, and then sang, "Lord Yuan, Sima Sheng, will enter the wine, don't stop the cup!"

This Yuan Feng and Sima Changqing, I don't know if they were driven by this heroic poem or what, they really raised their glasses and drank them, and at the same time listened attentively.

If it weren't for the two of them, all the celebrities present, when they heard this verse, they couldn't help but raise their glasses and drink, and listen attentively, even the exhibition photos were involuntarily slightly tilted, as if they had to be like this, so that they could hear Ye Qingxuan's next verses.

"The bells and drums are not expensive enough, I hope I will not wake up after being drunk!" Speaking of this, Ye Qingxuan seemed to be drunk, lifted his robe, staggered slightly, and walked towards his seat, while continuing to sing, "The ancient sages are all lonely, and only the drinker leaves his name." In the past, King Chen feasted peacefully, and fought wine for ten thousand and was cruel!"

Finally, Ye Qingxuan returned to his seat, and then looked at Qian Sanfeng with a smile on his face, and then sang, "What is the master's words, you have to drink wine." ”

When Qian Sanfeng heard these two sentences, he was slightly stunned, and then his face showed embarrassment, obviously thinking of the dirtiness in the loan negotiation, so he had to raise his glass again and again.

Ye Qingxuan laughed again when he saw this, and then stood up and laughed loudly, "Five-flowered horses, daughter-in-law, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you!"

This poem will enter the wine, which is one of Ye Qingxuan's favorite poems in his last life, and at this time, it was suddenly sacrificed under the repeated provocations of Zhanzhao, and it was amazing.

The original laughter, abuse, and noise in the field disappeared completely as soon as the song entered and came out.

When the celebrities present had seen such verses, they seemed to be stupid for a while, muttering to themselves.

And Li Yan also looked at Ye Qingxuan with a ghostly look, obviously Ye Qingxuan's hand made him never expect it.

And the big money shopkeeper looked at Ye Qingxuande in his eyes, and he was also incredibly amazing and amazed.

As for the exhibition photos, he looked lost and depressed, looking at Ye Qingxuan in disbelief.

His poems are not an exaggeration to say that they are a swan song for the ages!

Ye Qingxuan stood on the shoulders of giants, and naturally he was able to see farther.

"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns!

Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon. I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone. Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require 300 cups of drink.

Lord Yuan, Sima Sheng, will enter the wine, and the cup will not stop. Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me.

The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time. The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name.

In the past, King Chen feasted peacefully, and fought wine for ten thousand years. What is the owner's words, he has to sell the right gentleman.

Five-flowered horses, daughters and daughters, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you. ”

The little guy who was in charge of recording on the side, at this time, was like a demon, chanting over and over again that this would enter the wine, and at the same time writing the dragon and snake in this poetry collection, but in a moment, Ye Qingxuan finished recording the wine that Ye Qingxuan had just recited.

After that, this little guy still couldn't calm down for a long time, took the wine directly from the hands of others, and drank it with his head up.