"In this land of wind and snow, I have been playing for half my life, and I am most familiar with it. Su Fei began to explain his plan again and again.

"And I relied on words and fame to make her famous. Xu Fei's genius said slowly, "This kind of fame can make Yunxi girls last for a long time, like those women who are forced to become signboards by the black hands behind their backs, it will only make people feel unfair." ”

Yue Feng secretly said in his heart: "Could it be that there is a play?"

"How did you make Yunxi famous in the mountains and forests, tell me carefully. Yue Feng said.

"It seems that you have fought hard to enter the cultivation sect for yourself and your son. Yue Feng then said.

"If you don't fight now, when will you fight? Zeng still has the strength to pave the way for them. Su Fei said,

"Okay, you help Yunxi, I'll help you. ”

Yue Feng nodded and said, "A few days ago, I was fortunate enough to meet the second senior brother of the Shaohua faction and bring me a letter to see if it is feasible!"

"Prepare your pen and ink. ”

Su Fei was overjoyed when he heard it.

Soon, Yue Feng wrote a letter.

"You send someone to send your youngest son to the foot of the Shaohua Sect Mountain, and take my letter to see the second senior brother. Yue Feng said, "Remember, don't talk about anything else, bring a thousand taels of silver, it is considered an apprenticeship." "When he saw my letters, he understood.

After meeting in the bazaar, Yue Feng rescued the second senior brother of the Shaohua faction, and he agreed to one of Yue Feng's requests, presumably he would not ignore this letter.

"Good, good. Su Fei was overjoyed, "How can one thousand taels be enough, five thousand taels of silver." ”

"It's up to you. Yue Feng said.

The Shaohua faction, on a small island in the east outside the mountains and forests, is the only major cultivation sect in the mountains and forests, and its influence in the mountains and forests is extremely great.

In fact, as long as you worship the cultivation sect and have the name of a disciple of the cultivation sect, you can protect the family.

"Remember what you said. Yue Feng said.

"I'll go to Xiangyi Building tonight. "Su Fei is now in high spirits.

Yue Feng nodded slightly, Yunxi had come to this point, he felt pity and guilt, he didn't show up when Yunxi needed him the most, so Yunxi was lonely and fell into the dust, try to make up for it.

That night, Xu Fei's talented man went to Xiangyi Building, and after watching the signature 'Dust Creek' girl's fuqin, he was even more excited, and under the watch of his friends, he wrote "Dust and Frost Fu" on the spot, and then took the initiative to meet the Yunxi girl.

The news immediately attracted the attention of many dusty women in the entire mountain forest.

"What? Xu Fei's great talent went to see Yunxi?

"How could this Dust Creek be so lucky?"

One by one, the women showed a little envy and jealousy.

And in Siyu Pavilion, this is the pavilion built by the 'Siyu Pavilion Master'.

"I went to invite this Fei several times, but he avoided it, but now he went to see the yellow-haired girl. "The lord of Siyu Pavilion leaned on the collapse, his skin was fair, and there were all kinds of styles between his eyebrows, although he was thirty-five, but because rouge could continue his youth outside, he also had a beautiful woman's style, and he was won by Yunxi the year before last, and many people felt that it was unfair, but even if she fought hard to get the signboard, she was sure.

"Master, this is the "Dust Creek Fu" written by the great genius of Xu Fei, which has just been copied and sent. The maid next to her immediately offered it respectfully.

The Lord of Siyu Pavilion took it casually and unfolded it to take a look.

The transcribed text can only be regarded as neat and full of craftsmanship, but this poem made the face of the Lord of Siyu Pavilion change.

"Why is it not me? not me?" "The slender hands of the Siyu Pavilion Master holding the paper are all green and prominent, "It will be that little girl in Yunxi." ”

The master of Siyu Pavilion is also proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, although he can't write really good words, he may be able to distinguish that this is definitely a first-class work of a great talent.

This kind of rhetoric must be integrated into the truth, and the soul touches to occasionally get such a masterpiece. The Siyu Pavilion Lord couldn't believe it, "Could it be that Yunxi's little girl really made him so tempted?"

A good song is enough to spread the word.

It is the identity of the four great talents of Xilin, and there are not many poems and songs that really sing the world.

"Son-in-law, son-in-law, I've been waiting outside, this is the "Dust Creek Fu" written by the great talent of Xu Fei, Xiangyilou arranged for many people to copy this fu, many people bought it, and I rushed back as soon as I bought it. A servant hurriedly handed the paper to Yue Feng and said eagerly.

Yue Feng took it slowly, unfolded it and took a look, under the warm yellow light.

"Good rhetoric, good writing. ”

Yue Feng suddenly smiled.

He could clearly remember the plan described by Su Fei's great talent before, this poem...... It's not written at all now. But three years ago, Su Fei's talented son was recalling a woman who had unrequited love, and the woman finally married another woman. Su Fei Si beautiful woman wrote this poem, naturally emotional, it is really a rare masterpiece in his life, but after reading it three times, he still tore it, if it is spread, it is not a good thing for the woman who married another woman.

This time, for the sake of his son, Xu Fei's talented son also fought hard.

Take out this poem and modify it slightly, so there is last night's "Dust Creek Fu".

And worried that this matter would leak out, he didn't even tell Yue Feng the content, and waited for it to be written in Xiangyi Building...... Yue Feng only learned at this moment.

"Not only this good poem, but there will be three good poems in the next year. Yue Feng was looking forward to it, "It's all prepared by Su Fei a long time ago." ”

There are not only words, but also poems.

There will also be 'stories'.

The talented Su Fei will pretend to be unrequited love and be obsessed with the Dust Creek girl. However, the falling flowers are intentional, the flowing water is ruthless, and the bitter unrequited love is ...... In the next year, three poems will come out to describe his lovesickness.

"When it comes to Sufei in the future, Yunxi must be mentioned. A "Dust Creek Fu" plus three poems, after a year of fermentation, will definitely be able to spread the name of the mountains and forests. Yue Feng secretly sighed, "This great talent has used his own talent to create Yunxi's fame." ”

Day after day.

With the spread of "Dusty Creek Fu", the fame of Xiangyilou's "Dusty Creek Girl" is naturally getting bigger and bigger, after all, the description in the resignation is too perfect, it is simply a fairy goddess descending to earth, and the silver taels required to see the Dusty Creek girl have also increased one after another, just a few days later, it has been increased to 5,000 taels of silver, and sometimes it will rise to 10,000 taels of silver when there are many people!

Even the son of the county keeper has come to see it, which makes the Yunxi girl more and more sought after.

"Xiaoxi, what are you thinking?" said the housekeeper with a smile.

Miss Chenxi sat in front of the painting case, absentmindedly writing, and said in a low voice: "In the past half month, everything has been like a dream. ”

"Yes, it's like a dream, first the talented man chased you, and the song "Dust Creek Fu" made you famous, and even some real powerful people such as the son of the prefect family came to see you. The housekeeper said.

"Someone is helping me. Dustbrook said.

The housekeeper was stunned, and then said, "Help you?"

"Hmm. ”

Miss Dustbrook nodded, "Mr. Su Fei once hinted to me that he was entrusted by someone. ”

The housekeeper's eyes widened in shock, and she said in surprise: "Entrusted by someone, who has such great ability, is it Yue Feng, or the son of the prefect's family?"

The Dusty Brook girl didn't say anything, but continued to write, as if thinking about something.