"Hmph, destroy the world! It's a good calculation!" Li Qingming's eyes narrowed, and he said, "What did your pavilion master say?"

Bai Ming scratched the back of his head and said, "The Pavilion Master and the Sage Kong Yuan discussed and decided to lead the disciples of the Shang Palace to return to the Pangu Great Thousand Realms with the strength of the whole palace! What's more, the Pangu Great Thousand Realms also used to be our hometown!"

Li Qingming was silent for a long time, and then said, "You go back and tell your family master, I will go to the Jishang Palace again in three days!"

Bai Ming's face was happy, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and said, "In this way, the student must bring the words to the seniors!"

At this moment, the sound of the zither sounded again, and the beautiful music attracted everyone's eyes, and they all turned their heads to look at the green clearing in front of them.

I saw that on the jade table in front of me, a brown zither was lying there quietly, and the elegant fairy ice muscle jade bone flicked lightly, plucking the strings, like the Nine Heavens Kagura.

The remnant sun has set above the sky, and the silver moon hangs high in the sky, sprinkling the silver brilliance of the stars, reflecting on the slender figure of the elegant fairy, making it look like a fairy in the moon.

She unfolded her singing, and the beautiful notes merged in the sound of the zheng, resounding in all directions, the whole space was silent, everything became calm, and only this song and the song became eternal.

The singing voice is really as Miss Zhu'er said, this elegant fairy's singing voice is not only mellow and beautiful, but even the cultivation in his body that is stable in the realm of a half-step saint has begun to loosen, I believe that as long as there is another qi machine. You can step into the realm of saints at any time.

Li Qingming is still like this, and those monks who are still cultivating in the realm of sub-saints are even more excited, and some even directly operate the heart method and law seal, and begin to sprint to cultivate as shackles with all their might.

Suddenly, a divine phoenix flew in the sky in the distance, and the divine phoenix held a crystal braid in its mouth, dancing above the head of the elegant fairy...... No less than 100 species of birds and birds all heard the sound and flew under the divine phoenix.

The sight of 10,000 birds. Let everyone below be stunned.

Pink peach blossoms fall in the sky. Bursts of fragrant fragrance, this strange landscape, really makes people look relaxed.

After a quarter of an hour, the sound faded off. There was peace between heaven and earth. After a long time. Everyone just woke up from a dream.

"This song should only exist in the sky, and the world can hear it a few times!" Li Qingming sighed with emotion, breaking the peace first.

The elegant fairy covered her mouth and chuckled. said: "The predecessors praised it falsely, Qingya played it at will, please don't be weird!"

"The fairy is too humble, such a fairy sound is indeed as magical as Miss Zhu'er said!"

"My cultivation has been stagnant for three epochs at the peak of the early stage of the sub-saint, and this time I heard the song of the fairy, and the shackles were loosened, all of which were the work of the fairy!"

At this moment, the talents and heroes of the heavens and all the worlds also woke up from their trance and thanked the Qingya fairy one after another.

Qingya Fairy did not shirk it, nodded slightly, regarded as accepting everyone's courtesy, and then said gently: "Qingya invited you sons to come, but to talk about poetry and Taoism, and to make words!

"Naturally, that's nature!" the crowd echoed.

"Since it is a poetry club, it is naturally based on poetry, I don't know what the fairy wants to do?" Sitting in the front row, a young monk in a green robe behind Li Qingming and the others stood up, first saluted the Qingya fairy, and then said.

"At this moment, the moon is in the middle of the moon, and the light of the stars is shining, how about using this starry sky as the theme?" said the elegant fairy.

The green-robed man smiled and said, "In this way, then An Lan will make a start!"

"An Lan! He's An Lan!"

As soon as the green-robed man's voice fell, a group of elites from all walks of life began to discuss.

Li Qingming looked left and right, and saw that the dragons and tigers were all at a loss, so he simply transmitted Bai Ming directly, and said, "Bai Ming, where is this Anlan coming from?"

Having just seen the horror of Li Qingming, Bai Ming naturally didn't dare to slack off, hurriedly put down the teacup in his hand, and echoed: "Back to the seniors, this An Lan is the grandson of An Yu, the founding ancestor of the Holy Spirit Realm, and now he is the current realm master of the Holy Spirit Realm. ”

"Oh, is it famous?" asked Li Qingming softly.

Bai Ming said: "An Yu Ancestor has a closed disciple, whose name is Jin Sheng. This Golden Saint was dissatisfied with An Yu's Old Ancestor Demon passing on the position of the realm lord to An Lan, and he became murderous, killing all the people surnamed An in the Holy Spirit Realm, and forcibly seized the position of the realm lord of the Holy Spirit Realm!"

"At that time, because An Lan was practicing outside, he escaped. However, due to this great change, An Lan's personality changed greatly, and he began to wander around the various Zhongtian shijie, worship one powerful sect after another, practice magic, and improve the realm! An era later, he single-handedly wiped out all the people who rebelled back then, including the Golden Saint, and regained the position of the realm lord!"

"Damn, so fierce!" Li Qingming's eyes narrowed, and he said in his heart: "It seems that there is no shortage of geniuses in this shijie!"

"Yes, Qingya Fairy, listen to the Daoist friends!" After a little silence, An Lan smiled: "The bright moon rises out of the West Mountain, and the vast sea of clouds." The stars are 90,000 miles, and the sky is full of waves. ”

"Okay! The bright moon rises from the western sky, the stars are endless, scattering endless brilliance, and the whole shijie reflected is as bright as day! Good poetry, good poetry!" An Lan's voice fell, and Li Qingquan clapped his palms and admired.

"Yes! The majestic sky, the vast sea of clouds, and a bright moon pouring silver light. The stars are all over the sky, shining in the heavens of all worlds!" Qingya Fairy also admired, "It's just that Qingya feels that An Gongzi's poem seems to have an unfinished situation?

An Lan smiled faintly and said, "Since it is a poetry and literature club, it is naturally a performance by all the princes! An Lan throws bricks and leads jade, which Taoist friend fills in the gaps for this poem?"

"Since An Daoyou has thrown out the topic, I am not talented, I am willing to complete the whole poem of Daoyou!" Bai Ming's robe was like snow, and he stroked the tea cup in his hand lightly, and said: "Yuxia Yin is the way, and Guanglan enters the long abyss." The round lake is sprinkled with ten thousand shadows, and the moon will eventually set!"

"Qingya often hears that he looks at people with poetry, this son's lower is still with a waning moon gone, the sadness of the rising sun, it seems that the son is also a person with a story!" Qingya muttered two sentences softly in her mouth, smiled and raised the teacup in her hand to Bai Ming, and said.

"Ha! There are stories and they are all made up, this guy is not a good bird!" As soon as Qingya Fairy's voice landed, Long Xuhu took over the conversation and muttered muttering.

Although the voice of the dragon beard tiger was very small, everyone heard that all of them were heroes and talents from all the middle heavens, all of whom were cultivated to Gao Zhuo, even if the dust fell to the ground, they could hear the sound, not to mention that the dragon beard tiger said it intentionally.

Bai Ming was a little helpless, he glanced at the dragon beard tiger and found that he was glaring at him angrily, it seemed that he was deliberately provoking. Thinking of the jade medal that was lost when he escaped that day, the corners of Bai Ming's mouth twitched, and he suffered this dumb loss.

Li Qingming glared at Long Xuhu fiercely, and said: "This ramming is a rough embryo, and I don't know poetry at all, and I ask you not to laugh!"

Bai Ming opened his mouth and said weakly: "Don't dare, don't dare to ......"

"Hehe, since everyone has let go, then the poor road will also come to a song, I hope all the sons will taste it!" Li Qingming smiled when he saw this, and all kinds of thoughts flipped in his mind.

Of course, with his increasingly perfect and transparent Dao heart, it is natural to make good poems, but there is a poem in this situation that is the simplest and the most expressive of his mood at the moment.

The time for tea has passed, looking at the bright moon in the sky, Li Qingming said: "The bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground, raise your head to look at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown!"

When this poem is exported, the audience is silent!

These short twenty words, without any traces of pretentiousness, will miss the hometown, in plain language, such as clear water hibiscus, without the slightest embellishment.

"Clumsy, please taste!" Li Qingming's eyes flashed with a hint of confusion, leaving the Pangu Great Thousand Realms for thousands of years, if you say that you don't miss your relatives and disciples, it is false! Although there is no time for cultivation, it is only for the unconscious state during the retreat, the human heart is flesh and blood, and those who do not miss the old are beasts!

"Senior!" Qingya Fairy's bright eyes flashed, she stood up, and said: "This poem seems to be unintentional, but in fact, it vividly presents a vivid picture of homesickness on a moonlit night in front of us!

"Raise your head to look at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown!Okay, the talent of your predecessors, An Lan is not as good as it!" An Lan stood up and bowed deeply to Li Qingming.

Li Qingming flicked his sleeves, threw out a soft liliang, held it up, and said: "The poor road is also sensitive, and I don't deserve such praise from the son!"

"Hmph, such a poem is naturally a good sentence for the ages! Why do you shirk it like this? If you do this, you will only make everyone think that you are arrogant!" At this moment, a voice of indifference with majesty came from the attic.

Everyone followed the prestige, and saw a middle-aged monk dressed in a black Confucian robe, with a square face and a broad nose, thick eyebrows and big eyes, striding in from the entrance of the attic on the third floor. Looking at the posture of the dragon and the tiger, it must be a vigorous and resolute person.

"Who are you! My senior brother's poems, I don't need you to criticize them!" Long Xuhu couldn't get used to listening to other people's cold voices, and subconsciously classified the black-robed Confucian in front of him as a poor one.

"Junior, are you provoking this seat?" Hearing this, the black-robed Confucian had his eyes in front of him, and there was an boundless coercion, surging towards the dragon and tiger from all directions.

In the face of this surging coercion, the dragon bearded tiger was not afraid, he rattled and laughed, pinched his fingers "crackling", and said: "What about the Taoist master provoking you?

"Hmph, what a lack of discipline!" the black-robed Confucian was furious, and anger appeared on his majestic face for the first time.

Just when the fire between the two was getting stronger and stronger, and they were about to burn to the extreme, the two voices shocked everyone. (To be continued......)