Hearing this, Wang Yuan stepped out from under the rock.

was not embarrassed, but said cheekily:

"This piano in the hands of His Royal Highness is the famous Fengqi Qin, it is rumored that this piano is made by His Majesty the Emperor to take the Nantian Phoenix Sacred Wood, the sound of the piano is clear, let people forget their worries when they hear it, but it is a big disappointment when they hear it today!"

Hearing this, Luo Shen's hand was stunned, but it soon continued to fall on the strings, and she didn't plan to pay attention to this Ziwei Xingjun of the Divine Dao.

This star monarch is full of mystery.

However, on the mountain peak before, the act of peeking at the human race to arrange Jiuzhi Mountain still made Luo Shen vigilant.

Even if this Ziwei Star Monarch entered the human race under the pretext of something, he also became a star official.

Thinking of the star official, Luo Shen said lightly: "I haven't congratulated the new official of the god on taking office and serving as the star official!"

"This is thanks to His Highness's recommendation!"

Wang Yuan smiled lightly, and he noticed that Luo Shen seemed to be very wary of him.

Roselle said, "Don't thank me!"

She got up from the water's edge at this time, with a graceful figure and a beautiful face.

Wang Yuan glanced away, couldn't help but think of a Luo Shen Fu, and said softly.

"Its shape is also like a frightening dragon, graceful like a dragon. Rong Yao autumn chrysanthemum, Huamao spring pine. It seems to be like a light cloud covering the moon, and fluttering like the snow of the wind. Looking at it from afar, it is as bright as the sun rising in the morning glow, and when you are forced to observe it, it is like a hibiscus ...... waves."

"This is what Xingjun did......"

Hearing Wang Yuan's words, Concubine Mi looked at this Ziwei Xingjun with a pair of wonderful eyes.

She could hear that it was complimenting her.

The woman described here is so beautiful that even if she knows that she is beautiful, she can't help but be a little surprised.

"It didn't come from the hand of this god, it was just the work of an infatuated mortal who had a crush on His Highness!" Wang Yuan shook his head slightly, he undoubtedly took the poem for himself.

How vulgar it is to copy words, you have to copy something else!

"Really?"

Luo Shen's expression was a little unbelieving, her eyes fell on Wang Yuan, in her opinion, this "infatuated mortal" is probably talking about this Xingjun himself!

Luo Shen turned around at this time, hugged Yaoqin and prepared to leave, her figure said lightly:

"Ziwei, this god has a message to advise you, no matter what purpose you enter the human race, this god still hopes that the god can sincerely contribute to the human race and not harm the interests of the human race!"

"The gods will be watching you!"

Speaking of the back, the invisible water light divine light in the void flashed from the void, faintly carrying a chill that sealed the heavens and the earth!

Seeing this, Wang Yuan shook his head and said, "Actually, Your Highness doesn't need to be so vigilant to stare at this god!"

Wang Yuan said with a smile: "Speaking of which, this god and His Highness also have some fate!"

"Oh, I don't know what fate?"

Luo Shen turned around, looked at Wang Yuan with a pair of plain eyes, and some amusement appeared in his eyes, this Ziwei Xingjun's style reminded him of those disciples of the God Clan.

Wang Yuan stretched out his palm, and a golden light quietly appeared, at which point he said lightly: "Friendship with the same family!"

The golden light flows, the anode is yin, like a pair of scissors cutting the heaven and the earth, the two yi give birth to four elephants, and the four elephants evolve into gossip.

Innate gossip is endless!

There is a surging divine energy emanating from it!

Converging the energy of the Qiankun Immortal Fu, eight of its divine powers, derived from infinite potential, and gradually turned into an illusory firmament!

"Innate gossip?"

Luo Shen looked stunned, and a pair of wonderful eyes stared at this Ziwei Xingjun in a little surprise, and there was a trace of consternation.

After her father, the emperor, ruled the world, he created the Fuxi Bagua, leaving a lot of gossip inheritance in the human race, and now part of the Terran deduces the law gate, all from the Fuxi gossip.

But there are almost no people who can cultivate to the innate gossip!

It seems that the Ziwei Star Monarch in front of him has not only penetrated the mysteries of the Innate Bagua Realm, but also begun to touch a trace of the mystery of the Emperor's Bagua Realm.

Ordinary gods only know innate gossip, but Concubine Mi does.

On top of the innate gossip, there is also the emperor's gossip.

The emperor's gossip is the core meaning of the Fuxi gossip created by his father, and only by comprehending the emperor's gossip can he pry the wonders of heaven, and then incarnate into the sky, stepping on the eight wildernesses, and leveraging the infinite power of heaven and earth.

Fuxi, who has cultivated the emperor's gossip, can proclaim himself as a heaven and master the divine power of the heavenly way, so he is respected as the emperor.

"It's not just innate gossip ......"

Wang Yuan spread out his palms at this time, and unfolded a gossip mystery that was completely different from the innate gossip.

Different from the positioning of heaven and earth in the evolution of innate gossip, acquired gossip focuses on circulation.

Cycle cycle, such as water popularity, yin and yang interdependence, the cycle of birth and death of the five elements!

It's just that Wang Yuan didn't have the deep and subtle gossip of the day after tomorrow, and there wasn't enough evolution, but it also shocked Concubine Mi in one fell swoop.

If the poem that Wang Yuan read before only made Concubine Mi feel that she was a sycophant, then this time the bottom and showdown made Concubine Mi really feel that Ziwei Xingjun in front of her did have some extraordinary skills.

At least she can face it.

Seeing the transformation of Concubine Mi's expression, Wang Yuan was secretly happy in his heart, this was really what he needed.

Many of the things he has to do next need the help of this Lord Roselle, and only by gaining the trust of Roselle can he act.

But with that trust, some things can already be put into action.

Wang Yuan said quietly: "This god came to ask to see Lord Luo Shen this time, in fact, he has an idea, and he may need Lord Luo Shen's help!"

"This is a great merit, but it is quite complicated to get up at night, and it is only with this god that you can seek help from His Highness!"

"What do you think?" Holding Yaoqin, Concubine Luo Shen Mi glanced at Wang Yuan.

If this Ziwei Xingjun hadn't shown her attainments in the Innate Bagua, she wouldn't have believed half a sentence, but now it did arouse her interest.

Wang Yuan smiled softly, his face was as handsome as jade, and he only heard him roll up his sleeves and talk eloquently:

"This god has entered the master clan, and in fact, he is here for this matter!"

"As far as this god knows, the current human calendar is still too single, and can only passively rely on the gods to calculate the calendar solar terms, this god intends to rely on the innate gossip to calculate the number of days of the week, the complete calendar solar terms, so as to distinguish, reconcile yin and yang, so that the human race understands the way of mutual existence and restraint of all things!"

In fact, he wants to promote the 24 solar terms in order to increase his authority.

It's just that because of his own soft-spoken words, the results collected by the emperor may not be willing to accept it, but he is to pull Concubine Luo Shen to endorse it, of course, take this opportunity to increase his weight in Concubine Mi's heart.

When the time is right, give Hebo some eye drops to see if he can break the scumbag's wishful thinking.

Well, everything is for the sake of Concubine Mi's happiness!

...... As for the promotion of the 24 solar terms, that is incidental!

Concubine Mi was bowing her head and pondering, she felt that Ziwei Xingjun's suggestion was very interesting, and it was indeed a great achievement to the human race: "Ziwei, what do you think now?"

"I think there should be four seasons between heaven and earth, all things have spring, summer, autumn, and winter, and there are three hundred and sixty days a week, and there are forty-five ......days for gossip and affairs."