With the leadership of Deacon Wu, Wei Suo and Li Nan finally came to the painting boat. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoWhen looking at it below, Wei Suo only felt that this painting boat was like a larger passenger ship.

The result is now coming up, looking out. I saw that there were hanging lanterns everywhere on it. Equipped with various mortal royal signature elements such as beauty leanings, lattice windows, relief railings, warped gazebos, coiling dragons, flying phoenixes, etc., it is very beautiful, like a precious work of art.

It is estimated that such a big ship can be collected as a work of art on the cliff of the earth. Even if it is placed in this cultivation world, I am afraid that it can be replaced with a few good magic weapons, right?

"Hello, Childe. My name is Xin'er, should I take my son to my room to rest, or should I go drink and listen to music first?"

Seeing the little jasper on the face of the female cultivator who came forward, Wei Suo turned his head to look at Li Nan on the side, good guy. This guy had already whispered to the girl who greeted him, and from time to time he made the girl laugh, stretched out his jade hand and turned into a pink fist, and beat him on the chest a few times.

Wei Suo shook his head helplessly, this old Nima driver is an old driver. As soon as you come up, you can come to know yourself, this experience, I can't learn it, master.

And after Deacon Wu brought these two flower-like female cultivators, he flashed first after a few polite words, obviously he still had a lot of important things to do. Even if it was a gold master like Wei Suo, he couldn't take care of it.

After watching a few dances and eating a few bites of wine and food. hugged the girl and kissed me and my Li Nan, so I took the girl to run errands first. Even a mysterious figure like Wei Suo, who was suspected of being the second generation of immortals, he put it aside first, and Wei Suo shook his head frequently.

There is a knife on the head of the color word, and sooner or later it will be hollowed out, brother!

"Alright, take me to the Essay Appreciation Conference. ”

Put down the wine glass, Wei Suo is ready to do something important, can't he really fucking do something, right?

"Ahh Does Zhang Gongzi have an invitation to the Literature Appraisal Conference?"

"Invitation? Participate in this thing, and still need an invitation?"

"This is natural, and the monks who attended the conference at my Lanshan Painting Boat today all came with posts......

Without waiting for the Xin'er girl to finish speaking, Wei Suo threw out 50,000 spirit stones, almost the entire room was almost full, and then said indifferently: "Is this enough to get an invitation?"

Miss Xin'er was speechless and said, "...... Enough. ”

When he was on Earth, Wei Suo knew that money could make grinding ghosts. Even if you change the cultivation realm, the truth will still remain the same. What's more, this is still a TM kiln? Even if the grade is high, but TM is still a kiln, isn't it?

With Xin'er's leadership, Wei Suo walked nearly half a column of incense before coming to the scene of the Jianwen Conference. The scene is a huge open-air pavilion, the size of a football field as far as the eye can see.

Hundreds of groups of people sat together in a circle. And the vacant middle should be used for performances? Because at this time, there was a Jindan monk dressed as a Confucian in the middle, who was playing the qin in public. Even Wei Suo, who came halfway, thought it was very good, and it sounded good.

I think it's also true, they are all monks who can communicate with heaven and earth, can the music they compose be bad?

After Wei Suo was brought in, he still attracted the attention of many people. It's just a little monk in the late stage of foundation building, let's not talk about it, our Jianwen Conference has been held for several days, what does it mean to have a little shrimp in the middle of the way?

Moreover, there is a touch of obscenity in the face of this guy, where does this have the temperament of a literati and ink writer? It's just that looking at his soul, he is a little younger.

After choosing a corner and sitting down, Xin'er began to whisper next to Wei Suo: "Childe, here is the Wenxiu of Tianlai Prefecture, that is the Wenxiu of Guangnan Prefecture, and the one in front is the local Wenxiu of Tongyuan Port, and there is ...... over there."

It took nearly half an hour for Xin'er to introduce everyone to the scene. If it weren't for the fact that everyone was a monk, they would have strong mental power. I'm afraid that there are thousands of people in hundreds of gangs, who knows who is who?

At this time, the monk playing the harp in the center of the venue had just finished playing the tune. It's just that unlike the imaginary applause of the audience, as soon as the monk finished playing, everyone booed.

There was even a cultivator with a beard and a bandit-like appearance who stood up and scolded how ugly and dry this song was.

Wei Suo looked puzzled and said: "These people are really Wen Xiu, why don't they understand any appreciation? That song just now is obviously not bad." ”

After listening to Xin'er, she was speechless. Obviously, Zhang Gongzi in front of him was purely here to see the excitement, and he didn't understand these literati at all......

However, people are obviously the second generation of immortals, and it is normal to not understand. Therefore, Xin'er still said respectfully: "This literary appraisal conference is a decision, and you can participate in the cultural cultivation of the Seventeen Cloud Sea, so everyone will naturally be more cautious." ”

Hearing this, Wei Suo understood. Literati, no matter where they are, are a virtue. It's just a group of knowledgeable hooligans, shouting don't want it, but in fact, they want it more than anyone else.

Eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling, these literati have everything. Even when he came to this cultivation realm, he was still a virtuous person... Even if there is a literary conference, isn't it also held in a kiln?

"No wonder..."

Hearing Wei Suo muttering to herself, Xin'er answered, "No wonder?

Seeing the literati monks at the scene pulling their skins, Wei Suo blurted out: "No wonder Van Gogh, Manet, Nietzsche, Beethoven, Mozart, and other scum all died of syphilis... Even Lincoln, Lenin and the like have been tricked. ”

"Who are they?"

Wei Suo came back to his senses and muttered, "It's nothing, it's nothing, it's just some literati and artists." ”

At this time, the person who had just stroked the piano in the field, because he was ridiculed, fought back a few words at first. The result was that people from other states outside the stadium were scolding. This kind of unified tone made the people who played the qin in the field could only put away the guqin and ran away in disgrace.

Heh, in order to represent the Tianyun Continent, everyone is very positive. However, Wei Suo believes that even if it doesn't involve the conference of Seventeen Haiyun, even if it is normal, these artists who play with literature will not obey their peers.

Moreover, the living literati will only admire the dead literati, and everything else is Lao Tzu's first day, which is called the special backbone of art people.

"In other words, such a large group of monks and talented people gathered together just to represent the Tianyun Continent?"

"Yes, Senior Zhang. ”

"Hey, a group of stupid forks get together, how can there be a result, it's been held for more than ten days? Isn't this a waste of life. ”

"Uh...... This slave family doesn't know. Xin'er was speechless, and in the face of Wei Suo's ridicule, she didn't dare to answer the word "yes", otherwise she would definitely die.

And Wei Suo spoke here, and he didn't use a noise barrier. All those present with sharp ears heard it. I saw them turn their heads in unison and look at Wei Suo, almost with a devouring look on their faces.

Feeling the focus of attention, Wei Suo curled the corners of his mouth and smiled disdainfully. The spiritual power swept at will, and the monks who came to participate in the Jianwen Conference today were all in the Jindan period. So Wei Suo became even more unscrupulous......

"Look at their faces, they all look like dead fathers and dead mothers, and they still call themselves literati and ink writers, it's really not ashamed!"

"......" Xin'er didn't even dare to answer after hearing this, and even her whole body began to tremble.

Although Wei Suo was speaking to Xin'er, almost all the monks present heard it. I saw that most of the monks stood up in unison, and they all glared angrily at Wei Suo.

For a while, the whole scene came to the realm of the sound of needles falling.