"Hurry up, please come in!"

"Eighteen dukes, can you introduce one or two to the poor monks?"

"It's me who doesn't greet me well, the holy monk forgive me, the frost-haired one is lonely and straight, the green sideburns are volleyed, the humble one is called the clouds, and the old clumsy is called the Jinjie. ”

Xuanzang nodded, the corners of his mouth hooked an inexplicable arc, and quipped: "Amitabha, the poor monk is called Xuanzang, it is best to drink wine and eat meat on weekdays, drink Lingzhu soaked wine, and eat the flesh and blood of the demon king!

As soon as Xuanzang said this, the four people present changed color together, and they all looked at Xuanzang with surprise.

It seems that there is something wrong with this scripture learner?

"Hehehe, the poor monk is just joking, Buddhism has clear rules and precepts, eating fasting and reciting Buddha, how can he break the precepts!" Xuanzang saw the bewildered voices of the four people, and felt a little funny, but did not continue to tease them.

When Gu Zhigong heard this explanation, he smiled and said: "The holy monk is really different from the layman, and he speaks with some fun!"

"Yes, yes, Elder Tang is a wonderful person, today we will meet friends with literature, I heard that the poetry style in the Tang Dynasty is very popular, we might as well take 'bamboo' as the title first, and make a few poems about bamboo, okay?"

When Xuanzang heard this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching, because he had already seen through the true appearance of this Yunsuo, and he was a thousand-year-old bamboo pole that came out.

It's just that I didn't expect this guy to be so thick-skinned, and he wanted everyone to change their ways to praise him.

The other three were also choked by Fu Yunsuo's words, and looked at Fu Yunsuo who was getting up and pacing with a strange expression.

"I thought of a song, so I used it to throw bricks and attract jade!"

Fu Yunsu stopped, his face was pale, and he shook his head and spit out words.

The poem says: "The holy king of music in Qiao Park, Weichuan thousands of acres are divided." Cuiyun is not stained with Xiang'e tears, and Ban Zhen can be passed on to the Han Dynasty. The frost leaves have not changed their faces, and the smoke has not been hidden since then? Ziyou died with few acquaintances, and he left a name for Han ink field in ancient times. ”

"Good poems, good poems!" The eighteenth prince of Jinjie stroked his palms and praised, although this Fuyunsuo is suspected of deliberately showing off, but this poem is indeed not bad.

Ling Kong Zipi smiled and praised: "Fuyunsu Daoyou is really powerful, there is such a masterpiece in a short period of time, the style of bamboo is completely displayed, if it is in the literati country, this poem will definitely be able to become a town country, spread for centuries!"

"Praise, hehe......" Blowing Cloud bowed to the crowd, and then returned to his seat.

When Xuanzang waited for him to come back, he said loudly: "This Taoist friend has indeed made a good poem, and the poor monk has also been inspired......

Xuanzang got up, took two steps in front of the stone table, then stopped, turned around and read: "Insist that Qingshan does not relax, and the roots are in the broken rock." Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind is blowing from east to west, north and south!"

"Good! good! good! good poetry!" Fu Yunsu said three "good" words in a row, jumped up on the stone bench excitedly, looked at Xuanzang excitedly, his eyes were burning, and he seemed to regard him as a confidant.

"The holy monk is talented, there is no bamboo in this poem, there is no bamboo word mentioned in the whole text, but the proud style of bamboo is fully reflected, and it is still strong after thousands of blows...... Haha, okay, what a Ren'er southeast and northwest wind!"

Fu Yunsu kept walking around excitedly, muttering the song "Bamboo and Stone" in his mouth, and the original Gujing Wubo's face became extremely flushed.

As soon as this poem came out, Fu Yunsu already regarded Xuanzang as his bosom friend in his heart, and secretly decided to secretly send Xuanzang away after the literary meeting, so that he could not let the apricot fairy spoil the practice of his bosom friend.

It is difficult to find a soulmate in life, and it is difficult to find a confidant, how can he, as a proud bamboo gentleman, persecute the confidant who designed him?

Ling Kongzi and Gu Zhigong glanced at each other, and they both saw the embarrassment in their eyes, and they didn't expect that this guy would be so good and praised.

"Ahem, the holy monk this poem came out, I am willing to bow to the wind, I am afraid that it will be difficult to surpass in Yongzhu, it is better to change the topic, the pine trees in the mountains are also some temperament, known as the three friends of the cold year, if you take the pine as the theme, make some poems praising the pine trees, and the old man will also throw bricks and lead the jade first!" Jinjie Eighteen Gong suddenly said at this time, making Ling Kongzi and Gu Zhigong feel even more uncomfortable.

What the hell happened to these two people?

Boasting about yourself and boasting about being addicted, why is it so shameless?

The two pursed their lips and sat back to watch the eighteenth public show.

The eighteenth prince of Jinjie had already noticed the different colors on the faces of the two people, but he didn't care, his face was still unaware, and after walking a few steps, he patted his head and said: "The bottom of the depressed stream is pine, and the seedlings are away from the mountain." With the diameter of the stem, the shade of this hundred feet. ”

Xuanzang asked with a strange face: "Jinjie Daoist, you wrote this poem yourself, why does the poor monk feel so familiar!"

"Eh, hehe, the old man forgot, I suddenly thought of this article in my mind, ahaha, this should have been made by a junior in the Central Plains hundreds of years ago, the old man took it out and offered it ugly, cough cough, I have it again! You guys listen well!"

"Jinjie is lonely and laughs at the King of Wood, Lingchun is not as famous as me. The mountain is empty, the dragon and snake shadow, and the spring is full of amber fragrance for thousands of years. The solution and the Qiankun are angry, and they are happy to hide because of the wind and rain. The decrepit and crippled are ashamed to have no immortal bones, only Ling paste to form a longevity field!"

......

As he was talking, he saw two girls in Tsing Yi outside the stone house, picking a pair of silk lanterns, and leading a fairy. The fairy carried an apricot blossom and smiled and entered the door to meet each other.

"Where did you come from, the flower fairy, come and take a seat!" Xuanzang saw Xingxian coming, and gave up half of his stone bench to invite.

"Forehead ......"

Xingxian's expression froze, and the voice asked, "Are you sure you didn't catch the wrong person?"

"Probably not! The holy monk acts differently from the laity, and is a maverick!"

After entering the door, Xingxian asked the girl to move a stone bench over, sat next to Xuanzang, and looked at the little monk with red lips and white teeth beside her.

"Hey, so handsome!" Xingxian said in surprise, and then her heart was entangled, "Such a beautiful man, do you want to let him die of old age in vain?"

Xingxian had a good smell of apricot blossoms, sitting next to him, Xuanzang's afterglow swept slightly, and he could see the devil's figure that made all men's hearts stop.

"Tsk, it's really a good capital, I'm afraid this kind of figure is only available in the book! It's a pity that he hasn't turned into a human form, it's just a phantom ......" Xuanzang said secretly in his heart.

Xingxian saw the beautiful man at this time, and the deer in her heart collided, and took the initiative to find a topic and said: "Holy monk, I see that you are very familiar, you look very much like an old man I know!"

But it doesn't matter, the lonely shadow of the cold river, the old people of the rivers and lakes, why should they have known each other when they meet. Xuanzang looked directly at Xingxian and said, blushing a little when Xingxian looked at him.

The Eighteenth Duke asked knowingly, "What are Xingxian doing here?"