While he was talking, a Confucian student suddenly said loudly: "An Hexuan, Miss Liu has always treated you like a guest, but look at your dress like a child, and you are just down on weekdays, and now the saint comes to comment on the poems, and you don't wear them neatly, what kind of body is it?" Long Xiaofeng saw that this Confucian was more than thirty years old, with a bearded face, two eyes wide open, a righteous and strict appearance, and his expression was extremely powerful.

An Hexuan said: "Today is a poetry meeting, as long as you do a good poem, you can participate in this event, I don't make embroidered pillows, what do you do so neatly? Confucian Sheng said angrily: "You are just a drunken scoundrel who eats with rice, what kind of good poetry can you make? Phew! What a poetry meeting, but let a bunch of stinky shit stir it up, isn't this a mess?"

The girl in purple glanced at Confucius angrily, and said displeasedly: "Today's poetry will only talk about poetry, regardless of clothing and appearance, as long as you have the talent to learn, you can come here to show what you have learned, if you can come out on top, this religion will have a heavy reward, during the poetry meeting, if someone no longer has a mouth, say some foul language to ruin Yaxing, I Liu Yaoting is the first not to agree." ”

Long Xiaofeng saw that Liu Yaoting's expression was solemn and gentle, and she always kept her calm and chaste in every word, and couldn't help but secretly respect her, and said in her heart: "She just said about this sect, what does that mean, could it be that this Tianxianglou is an unknown mysterious organization?"

The Confucian saw that Liu Yaoting really protected An Hexuan between her words, and her heart was full of jealousy and hatred, but she couldn't say anything, her face suddenly turned red, and she glared at An Hexuan stupidly, and retreated.

At this time, the two maids put away the poems written by everyone one by one. Liu Yaoting said: "Fellow poets, please follow me to welcome the Holy Maiden." The crowd applauded in unison. After Liu Yaoting finished speaking, she walked to a corner staircase in the south, and everyone followed closely behind, climbing the stairs. After going up the stairs, a towering stone mountain suddenly appeared in front of me, the stone mountain was hollow, as if it was carved by manpower, and a passage appeared in front of me.

After passing through the stone mountain, and then turning down, it took less than a cup of tea to reach the bottom of the mountain. At the foot of the mountain is a lake covering an area of more than ten acres, there are a lot of camellia growing on the edge of the lake, which are blooming in purple and red, sparkling and colorful, and the lake is intertwined. Immediately next to the lake is a high platform surrounded by peach trees.

Long Xiaofeng and An Hexuan followed everyone up to the high platform, and in less than a moment, they saw a big bird flying under the clouds in the western sky. When everyone saw Liu Yaoting standing and staring at the big bird flying in, they also stared westward.

Long Xiaofeng saw that the big bird was flying closer and closer, and only then did he see that there was a white crane on each side of the big bird. What's even more strange is that the big bird and the two white cranes actually have one person standing on their backs.

Seeing the big bird flying closer and closer, suddenly, one of them exclaimed, "Chiyang Jinpeng!" Everyone then said: "Yes! Yes! It's Chiyang Jinpeng!" "The saint actually came with Chiyang Jinpeng, Chiyang Jinpeng is a Xuantian Divine Bird!" "It is said that this Chiyang Jinpeng is powerful, and the monks of the Psychic Realm are difficult to match. ”

When Long Xiaofeng heard the name of Chiyang Jinpeng, he was also excited, and he couldn't help but reach out and touch the Thunder Soul Banner in his arms, thinking: "Listen to that long-haired old monster say that this Thunder Soul Banner has the soul blood of Chiyang Jinpeng, what is the reason?"

While he was meditating, Long Xiaofeng saw that the Chiyang Jinpeng had flown overhead, its wings spread, almost three or four zhang wide, like a huge dark cloud. Before the Chiyang Jinpeng fell, Long Xiaofeng felt an eerie aura pressing down from the top of his head. The peach blossoms around the high platform brought this atmosphere, and the flowers and leaves flew one after another, as if a shower of flowers was blowing in an instant.

Everyone saw that Chiyang Jinpeng was red and grew up incomparably, but a woman with red makeup stood on his back, her clothes fluttering, like a fairy in the world, and they were all surprised in their hearts. The other two white cranes are also more than twice as big as ordinary white cranes, but compared to the majestic and majestic Chiyang Jinpeng, they don't feel the slightest conspicuousness.

Just when everyone was in doubt, Chiyang Jinpeng suddenly gathered its wings and swooped, and fell lightly and dexterously towards the east head of the high platform, the falling momentum was both light and fast, silent, if everyone did not see it with their own eyes, it was hard to believe that such a giant bird with a body length of nearly two feet, when it landed, it was as light as a feather, and it was not able to bear the dust.

With the landing of Chiyang Jinpeng, two white cranes also fell. The red-makeup woman slowly descended in the air at the moment when Chiyang Jinpeng landed, and her posture was graceful and elegant, as if she had stepped down from the stone steps. Standing on the white crane were two women in white, and when the woman in red makeup landed, they also jumped down to the high platform together.

Everyone was shocked when they saw the woman with red makeup showing such a skill. Seeing her veil covering her face, although she couldn't see her true face clearly, there was a gentle and elegant state in her figure, the so-called fluttering fairy, everyone was just leisurely in the past, and at this moment, Fang Jue Fei These four words are not enough to describe the beauty of the woman with red makeup. Everyone saw that her every move exuded an elegant and self-contained temperament, which was really as light as the wind and as soft as the fog, as if she had the air of clouds on her body, giving people a feeling of not being in the world. The temperament of the woman in purple was already extremely noble, but at this moment, she compared the woman with red makeup, and then dimmed, only to see her bow slightly, saluted the woman with red makeup, and said: "The people who came here today to participate in the poetry meeting have arrived, and the subordinates will submit the poems written by everyone later, and ask the saint to review them." ”

The red-makeup woman nodded, and at this time, an attendant had already moved a chair over, and the red-makeup woman sat on the chair. As soon as he sat down, the Chiyang Jinpeng suddenly roared, and rushed towards the dragon howling wind. When everyone saw Chiyang Jinpeng powerful, they were so frightened that they avoided it.

Long Xiaofeng thought that Chiyang Jinpeng was going to attack him, and was about to show his body and retreat backwards, but the momentum of Chiyang Jinpeng was too fast, Long Xiaofeng only felt a flower in front of him, and before he had time to withdraw, Chiyang Jinpeng had already spread his wings to block his retreat.

Long Xiaofeng saw that Chiyang Jinpeng's body was light and agile, as fast as the wind, and his heart was also extremely shocked, knowing that even if he used to shift his shape, he was afraid that he would not be able to avoid it, so he had to stand still at the moment, and his heart was pounding unconsciously.

The Chiyang Jinpeng kept circling around Long Xiaofeng's body, stretching his neck and rubbing his body from time to time, and his demeanor looked both respectful and affectionate. Long Xiaofeng was shocked in his heart, and he didn't know for a moment how this Chiyang Jinpeng would treat him. When everyone saw this scene, they were all amazed.

The red-makeup woman stood up, whistled, called Chiyang Jinpeng back, and then walked up to Long Xiaofeng and said, "What is the name of this son?" The red-makeup woman nodded, stared at Long Xiaofeng and said, "What's your name?"

Long Xiaofeng had no choice but to say: "My surname is Long, my name is Xiaofeng, and I come from the Snow Gate." The red-makeup woman stood and stared at Long Xiaofeng for a moment before turning back to her chair and sitting down.

Although Long Xiaofeng couldn't see the look on the face of the red-makeup woman, he knew that he was suspicious of himself, and said in his heart: "Could it be that this flat-haired animal felt the soul blood on the thunder soul banner in my arms before rushing to me?

When Long Xiaofeng was nervous in his heart, the woman with red makeup suddenly spoke: "Today is the second time that my Tianxianglou has held a poetry meeting, it is rare for all talented men to work hard, come to my Tianxianglou to participate in this event, it is not only a poetry meeting, of course, it is only about poetry, if you feel that your poems are written well, you may wish to report your name here, we will first pick up the good poems to comment, if the little woman has seen them one by one here, and then choose the best ones to comment, it will take too long, what do you think?"

The woman in red makeup arrived: "Which one is willing to be the first to comment?" After listening to the words of the woman in red makeup, everyone couldn't help but be eager to try, but when they thought of submitting their poems to the first one for comment, they couldn't help but hesitate.

Just when everyone hesitated for a moment and was unable to make a decision, suddenly, a person stepped forward nonchalantly and said proudly: "Judge me first!" When everyone heard this, they all turned their eyes around. I saw that this person was full of arrogance, and he had the courage to look down on everything, which was the bearded man who reprimanded An Hexuan first.

The red-makeup woman said, "Dare to ask Your Excellency's name?" The bearded man arched his hand and said, "My name is Tan Bingliang." Liu Yaoting waved her hand and said to the two maids holding the manuscript behind her, "Submit the manuscript quickly!" A maid presented the paper with Tan Bingliang's name on it.

A woman in white next to the woman in red makeup took the manuscript of the poem, glanced at it, and read: "It looks like a rainbow in the distance, and it looks like a peony in the distance." Suddenly, he snorted, laughed, and said, "Miss, this poem is not well written, you can read it yourself!"

Tan Bingliang said: "Why is it not well written, this peach blossom is red and gorgeous, looking at it from a distance, it doesn't look like a rainbow? Compared with the peony, it is not the same, and the next two sentences I read for you are: 'What a beautiful girl, no need to dye rouge.'" "The peach blossoms of this Taojindu are so beautiful, compared to these beautiful girls in your Tianxianglou, and they are so red, what else do you use to do with rouge?"

A young Confucian said: "Such vulgar verses can only be written by those who do not learn and have no skills, and they are embarrassed to take them out and offer them ugly, which really makes people's mouths crooked." The crowd echoed each other, and the ridicule and ridicule continued. Tan Bingliang said dissatisfiedly: "Why don't you learn no skills? That's better than handing in a white roll!" said and glared at An Hexuan.

An Hexuan said: "Although this poem is vulgarly written, it is also an expression of true temperament, and it is really gratifying compared to those poems that have no talent but prefer to be pretentious. The red-makeup woman turned her gaze to An Hexuan and said, "I heard Yaoting say that An Gongzi is agile in poetry, and he won the top spot last time, and he is about to see it today." An Hexuan said: "The saint is falsely praised, and she is ashamed to be ashamed." ”

The red-makeup woman said: "Why should Gongzi be too modest, Yaoting, quickly take Gongzi An's poems." Liu Yaoting said with a smile: "The saint doesn't know, if you want An Gongzi to compose poetry, you must have good wine." As he spoke, he clapped his palm.

A maid brought a jar of wine up and put it next to An Hexuan. Liu Yaoting said: "Gongzi An, this jar of fine wine is bamboo leaf green that has been cellared for thirty years, and it is specially prepared for you, I don't know if it suits your taste." An Hexuan hurriedly lifted the lid of the wine jar, and a rich aroma of wine wafted out. When everyone smells the mellow and fragrant wine, they know that it is a very rare wine.

An Hexuan couldn't wait to pick up the wine jar and pour it into his mouth, and in the sound of cooing, there were already more than a dozen mouthfuls of wine, put down the wine jar, and shouted: "It's really good wine, happy!" Liu Yaoting said: "Since it's good wine, how can there be no poetry?" An Hexuan laughed and said: "Yes, bring pen, ink, paper, and inkstone!"

One servant had already moved a table without waiting for Liu Yaoting's orders, and another maid had put the prepared paper and pen and ink on the table. An Hexuan spread out the paper, stretched out the pen into the inkstone and dipped it in ink, and after a little groaning, he immediately walked the dragon and snake and began to write. Everyone approached together to take a closer look.

Although An Hexuan was crumbling at the moment, his pen was very chic, and he wrote:

Song of peach blossoms

One

Receiving the rainbow and ten thousand flowers, who will plant everywhere in the fairy street?

Since farewell to Hanmei without color, Cuiyu Danxia fell into a dream.

Two

The clouds are skirts and snow, and the heavy makeup is unparalleled in the world.

The predecessor must have been a Yaotai species, and it was left behind in the world.

Three

Amorous dusk is sparse, and the bright moon is clear with tears.

Gao Huai is difficult to enter the eyes of ordinary people, and he pays the east wind and sings carefully.

The three poems were written in one wave, and many people praised them. The woman with red makeup praised: "Gongzi An is really talented, these three poems are not only timeless, but also novel and chic, which is gratifying, and can be pushed as a work of pressure." ”

A scholar said: "Poetry can say the interest outside the object, if you blindly describe the carving, it is inevitably cumbersome and colorful, and naturally there is no novelty and interest, these three poems can jump out of the trap, since the machine, it is really a master's work, convincing, the one I wrote compared with it, I saw the weaving and embroidery kung fu, alas!

Everyone expressed their opinions, and they all felt that the poems they wrote could not compete with these three peach blossom poems. Although there are many people who are unwilling to win the first place in An Hexuan, they are helpless. Just when the woman with red makeup announced that An Hexuan had won the poem, An Hexuan had already drunk on the table, falling asleep, and a loud sound sounded.