In the venue, after Ye Qingxuan's poem will enter the wine, he fell into a strange silence, as soon as this eternal quatrain came out, the victory or defeat was self-determined, Zhanzhao stood aside with a shameful face, and couldn't say to himself for a long time, "drinking" is the right topic, and which poem can compare to the general into the wine?

"Dao is a great talent! Fang is the late born Meng Lang! Please accept the late birth!" After being silent for a long time, a Confucian student who was crazy and laughed at Ye Qingxuan came back to his senses at this time, walked in front of Ye Qingxuan respectfully, and bowed to him to the end.

Seeing this, the other "madmen" also came back to their senses, and walked up to Ye Qingxuan one after another, saluting him and asking for sin, "Please also ask the Taoist chief, accept me and wait for a bow, it is a late birth Meng Lang!"

Not far away, Sima Changqing seemed to be still immersed in the wonderful verses, unable to speak to himself for a long time, when he came back to his senses, he saw the scene of celebrities lining up to apologize, and his face was an expression that I had known for a long time.

Not to mention that these Confucian scholars have different thoughts, but Yuan Feng, who was sitting on the side, had a deeper affirmation of Ye Qingxuan's speculation that "the predecessor is a master, maybe an old monster who doesn't know how long he has lived".

But isn't it, if Ye Qingxuan is really as old as he seems, then how can he make such heroic and wild verses, which is obviously inconsistent with his identity as a quiet and inactive Taoist priest at this time, it must have been the Taoist when he was young, and he had this experience.

Thinking of this, Yuan Feng looked at Ye Qingxuan's eyes, with more admiration and awe.

It's no wonder that Yuan Feng automatically makes up for his brain, Ye Qingxuan doesn't know, but Yuan Feng, a congenital master, is clear, if he has a successful martial arts cultivation, he can naturally prolong his life, a martial artist like him who is born with great perfection will live to be one hundred and fifty years old, it is not a problem at all, if he has the skill to stay in the face, his appearance will not change, it is not difficult.

Not to mention, a martial artist of a higher realm.

Ye Qingxuan naturally didn't know that Yuan Feng had made up for him in his heart, but he just looked at Zhanzhao with a smile on his face, obviously his cautious eye had made a mistake again, once someone was remembered by him, it was not so easy to forget it.

Practicing Taoism Xuangong, what is emphasized is a pure and indifferent, free and easy between heaven and earth, and seeking the Tao is also a thought to be accessible, otherwise the Taoist heart is flawed, but it is just a busy person.

"You ......" Zhanzhao was seen by Ye Qingxuan uncomfortable, but just now Ye Qingxuan's wine is really wonderful, and Zhanzhao is speechless for a while, but the young man has his own enthusiasm, how can he admit it like this?

After thinking about it quickly, his eyes moved, he thought about it, his face was solemn, and he was about to speak, but at this moment, he only heard Ye Qingxuan say indifferently, "Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!

Cultivators should be pure and inactive, but the poor Dao was provoked by Zhan Shaoxia's words, and even uttered wild words, making the experience of his youth into a poem, and breaking his deeds, this is really not right, it is obvious that the practice of the poor Dao has not yet reached home, after returning to the mountain this time, he should be in front of the Tianzun Patriarch, sincerely repent, and recite the Taoist Sutra a thousand times!"

These Confucian scholars, because of Ye Qingxuan's poems, instantly became his fan brothers, and some people also recalled the past, when Ye Qingxuan was always witty.

At this time, when I heard Ye Qingxuan say that the consequences were so serious, one by one, the blood was surging, and how could I bear it, so I condemned the "culprit" one after another.

That Zhanzhao wanted to take advantage of this, but he never expected Ye Qingxuan to take the initiative, and he was already holding it in his heart, so he couldn't suffocate it in one breath.

At this time, he was besieged by a group of Confucian scholars and celebrities, and his blood was surging, his handsome face was flushed, his eyes were red, and his fierce light was flashing, and he couldn't control himself, so he wanted to draw his sword and kill people.

At this moment, Ye Qingxuan drank the mantra, repeated his tricks, and used the innate true qi that had been tried and tested for a hundred years, and patted Zhanzhao's head with a palm.

Yuan Feng once endured the "deafening and deafening", and Zhanzhao has now tasted all kinds of tastes, and even surpasses it.

Although Ye Qingxuan's face was silent, his voice was inevitably louder, and the amount of innate true qi he sent out was inevitably sufficient, "You are not a good young man, you want to stand up for the old bald head of Liyan, do you still want to offend the poor Dao?"

Of course, Ye Qingxuan just punished him a little, and let him suffer a little, and it would not really cause him any fundamental harm.

After all, although Taoism pays attention to leisurely nature and conforms to its own heart, it is not a demon after all, and if you disagree, you will abolish people's martial arts and take people's lives.

It seems that Zhanzhao acted like this, and punished him, so that he understood that the Daomen should not be insulted, and Qingxuan should not be insulted.

With Ye Qingxuan's light drink, Zhanzhao suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then the clear look reappeared in his eyes.

When he came back to his senses, Zhanzhao felt a little afraid in his heart, if Fang Cai was in his own delirium and went on a killing spree, I was afraid that he would immediately become a public enemy of Jingzhou, and he would even affect his master.

You must know that above this poetry club, although there are people from poor families, most of them are high-ranking dignitaries, and the relatives of the martial arts giants.

Thinking of this, Zhanzhao couldn't help but sweat down, and then thinking of the current situation of the division, he was even more afraid.

So after reacting, his eyes showed gratitude, he reached out and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and thanked Ye Qingxuan.

Although Ye Qingxuan taught him a lesson, he also saved his life! He even said that Ye Qingxuan's move was to save the life of the Cang faction.

"Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!" Seeing this, Ye Qingxuan hooked a good-looking smile at the corner of his mouth, and he also looked at Zhanzhao slightly, and his heart was also a little clear, if this Zhanzhao no longer came to provoke him, then the beam between them would be revealed.

Everyone present saw Ye Qingxuan drink lightly, so they woke up Zhanzhao, and for a while, they were also awe-inspiring about Ye Qingxuan and Taoism, and they all saluted Ye Qingxuan, and at the same time looked at Zhanzhao with disdain.

Obviously, Zhanzhao can't get mixed up in the circle of Jingzhou literati.

Ye Qingxuan smiled, shook off the dust, and then looked at the old monk Li Yan.

The matter of Zhanzhao has been revealed, and the matter of this "mastermind" Li Yan old monk is not over yet!

"Nan Wu Amitabha!" Li Yan woke up when he saw Ye Qingxuan so "easily", there was a sign of going mad, and he was also surprised in his heart, he couldn't see through Ye Qingxuan's cultivation, but at this time, it seemed that it was even more unfathomable!

"I don't know what the donor has to say?" Li Yan was thinking in his heart, and he saw Ye Qingxuan looking at him, although he was slightly shocked in his heart, but this was also reasonable, so his face remained unchanged, he proclaimed the Buddha's name, stood up, folded his hands towards Ye Qingxuan, and bowed slightly.

Hearing that Li Yan still called him a donor, Ye Qingxuan's brows furrowed slightly, and then he stretched out, and then said lightly, "Old monk Li Yan, if you are called like this, Poor Dao will also talk to you!"

"Nan Wu Amitabha!" Li Yan clasped his hands together, held a big bald head, bowed slightly, and said unhurriedly, "Why did the donor say this, to the old man, anyone who is not a Buddhist family is a donor, so what's wrong with calling it like this?"

"This title, poor Dao can't afford it!" Ye Qingxuan smiled indifferently when he heard this, and then shook his head slightly towards the sky and continued: "My Daomen monk, since I respect the teachings of my Tianzun Patriarch, I don't work or eat, how can I have the spare energy to give alms to other monks?"

Even if we have spare strength, we Taoist monks practice Xuangong and do everything ourselves, how can we go to the four bodies of you and others who are not diligent and do not braid, and will only pray to the gods and worship the Buddha, not to cultivate our own bodies, and not to seek the silverfish of the Heavenly Dao?"

"The donor's words are wrong!" Li Yan had a confrontation with Ye Qingxuan, so he naturally knew that he could speak well, even if he was angry in his heart at this time, he was also able to endure it, and he still looked compassionate, "I am enlightened in Buddhism, and I am not what the donor said."

Although we do not cultivate our own bodies, we must know that all living beings are suffering, and we must be enlightened by the Dharma in order to get rid of the sea of suffering and ascend to bliss, and there is no Amitabha Buddha in the south!"