"Third Senior Brother, Jiang Gongzi is here to participate in the Bamboo Forest Poetry Club!" The disciple hurriedly explained.

"Bamboo Forest Poetry Society?" Tong Wenxuan looked at Jiang Qian, and suddenly remembered: "I remember, that "Hairpin Phoenix" was written by you!" ”

"Hmph, it's just a poem about the love between men and women, and it can't be elegant at all!"

"Wait until the Bamboo Forest Poetry Club, and I'll show you what real poetry is."

"Let you know how rubbish you really are!"

Jiang Qian waved his hand, and said without any care: "It doesn't matter! ”

The voice landed.

He turned and left the place.

Hu Murui came to Tong Wenxuan, kicked his second brother hard, crossed his hands on his waist, and said angrily: "I actually scolded Brother Jiang for rubbish!" ”

"If, if it weren't for the fact that this place is Tianxiang Academy, it wouldn't be the only one!"

Let's talk about it.

She immediately followed Jiang Qian's footsteps.

Tong Wenxuan covered his second brother with both hands, and looked at Hu Murui's back angrily: "Who is this woman?" How dare you hit me like this! ”

"Third Senior Brother, she is the Young Sect Master of the Royal Beast Sect!" After the disciple finished speaking, he immediately caught up with Jiang Qian's pace.

Young Sect Master of the Royal Beast Gate? Hu Murui!

Her cousin is Hu Zhuang!

Forget it, I'm out of luck myself!

Tong Wenxuan was not afraid of Hu Murui's identity as the young sect master of the Royal Beast Sect, but of her cousin, Hu Zhuang!

Almost, about half an hour.

The disciple led Jiang Qian to a secluded and secluded guest room.

"Jiang Gongzi, this place is where you live."

"Sect Master Hu's room is next door!"

"If there is nothing else, I'll leave first."

Jiang Qian nodded and replied, "No, I've worked hard for you." ”

"It's fine!" The disciple smiled and left the place.

"I can finally get a good rest!" Jiang Qian stretched his waist and was about to enter the room.

Suddenly, I smelled a very strong medicinal fragrance.

He turned around and saw a man with long blue hair tied up with a jade crown and an elegant temperament exuding from his body walking over.

"Cousin!" Hu Murui's eyes lit up and trotted in front of Hu Zhuang.

Hu Zhuang smiled slightly, and looked down at Hu Murui: "You have grown a lot taller!" ”

"You are Jiang Qian, I have already heard my aunt talk about you."

"Well, it's really good, qualified to be the son-in-law of our Hu family!"

Son-in-law? What son-in-law?

Jiang Qian was confused, and he couldn't understand what this Hu Zhuang was talking about.

But.

He was very concerned about the strong medicinal smell on Hu Zhuang's body.

"You are Miss Hu's cousin, but why do you have such a strong smell of medicine?" Jiang Qian asked.

When Hu Zhuang heard this, he smelled the smell on his body, and there was indeed a strong fragrance of medicine.

"I just came out of the alchemy room, so I have some medicinal smell."

Alchemy room? Damn, I didn't expect Hu Murui to have a cousin who is an alchemist.

Jiang Qian looked at Hu Zhuang with some surprise.

"Hehehehe, I didn't expect it, my cousin is still a second-order alchemist!" Hu Murui said with some pride.

When Hu Zhuang heard Hu Murui's words, he suddenly thought of something: "I suddenly remembered that I still have a third-order pill being refined, and this is the critical moment for me to attack the third-order alchemist!" ”

"Jiang Qian, cousin, I'll leave first, and I'll see you next time I have a chance!"

said.

He hurried away.

Jiang Qian looked at Hu Zhuang, who didn't have the elegant appearance just now, and asked, "Miss Hu, has your cousin always been so forgetful?" ”

"Well, maybe it's because he and his senior brother grew up and were infected by his senior brother!" Hu Murui replied.

Jiang Qian nodded, then turned around and returned to his room.

Hu Murui immediately followed.

That night, Jiang Qian and Hu Murui played a two-player game all night.

Beast Chess!

Next.

Jiang Qian was weakly led by a disciple and came to a bamboo forest.

On the way, he kept snorting.

Looking at the dense bamboos around him, he muttered, "Bamboo Forest Poetry Club? It's really held in the bamboo forest.,I thought it was just their readers.,That's the name for the sake of sounding! ”

"I didn't expect it to be true!"

As he spoke, he came to a large courtyard that was quiet and elegant.

And that place is where the Bamboo Forest Poetry Club is held.

Jiang Qian's arrival, almost everyone's eyes were focused on him.

"Is he the author of "The Hairpin Phoenix"? I didn't expect to be so young! ”

"You don't know? He is not only the author of "The Hairpin Phoenix", but also the senior brother of Qingshan Sect! ”

"Sure enough, the back waves of the Yangtze River push forward!"

“……”

Qin Jingtong walked over at this time, put his hands on his shoulders, and said with a light smile: "Sit down, this poetry meeting is about to start!" ”

Jiang Qian nodded and sat in a very inconspicuous place.

"Jiang Qian, you have really been invited to participate in the Bamboo Forest Poetry Club!" Situ Yahan happened to sit next to Jiang Qian, looking at Jiang Qian without the slightest surprise.

After all, Jiang Qian's song "Hairpin Phoenix" is completely qualified to participate.

If so, it's a little strange that he wasn't invited.

When Jiang Qian heard this, he found Situ Yahan: "It turned out to be Miss Situ, I didn't expect to meet you in this place!" ”

"I've participated in this bamboo forest poetry meeting many times!" Situ Yahan smiled lightly.

"Awesome!" Jiang Qian couldn't help but praise.

The gold content of the Bamboo Forest Conference is very high, and Situ Yahan can come many times, which shows that she still has some strength.

At this time, Qin Jingtong suddenly said, "You are very welcome to come and participate in our Bamboo Forest Conference!" ”

"And our bamboo forest conference is limited to two themes: war and homesickness!"

"Please, you all be bold and use your talents."

The voice landed.

Everyone began to conceive their own poems.

Only, Jiang Qian sat there leisurely, playing with the brush, and did not look like he was writing at all.

Qin Jingtong looked at Jiang Qian's appearance and smiled lightly.

Don't you have a pen yet? It seems that he looks confident, I wonder what poems he will write this time?

I'm looking forward to it.

Just when everyone was writing one after another, Jiang Qian only started to write at this time.

Tong Wenxuan, who had already finished writing, saw that Jiang Qian was still writing, and couldn't help but start laughing: "Why is there no inspiration or writing is too rubbish?" ”

"That's how it will be deleted, deleted, and reduced!"

"Sure enough, you can write a poem like "Hairpin Phoenix", but it's just a coincidence!"