Gou Zai Xian Qin Lian Gui Cultivation Immortal

Chapter 58 Splendid Poetry
"Humph!"

Seeing Jiang Qian trouble Shui Dongyin and push the two-winged blood mosquito towards her, Li Shishi snorted softly to express his dissatisfaction.

This soft hum fell in the ear of the blood mosquito, like a thunderbolt, the whole body twitched and fell to the ground.

Jiang Gan could clearly sense that there was still a faint trace of life in the blood mosquito.

Having suffered two fatal attacks in a row, and still able to maintain a trace of vitality, this blood mosquito has such tenacious vitality, Jiang Gan sighed slightly in his heart.

He waved his sleeves as if unintentionally, a trace of undetectable spatial fluctuations flashed, and the blood mosquito disappeared.

"This this?"

Wang Zilang was stunned. He never imagined that the two-winged blood mosquito, which was invincible in the past, would be abolished today.

"You still underestimate the enemy. After all, that kid is the chief senior brother of the Taixuan Dao Palace. His Taoism is profound and unpredictable!"

Chai Shirong was not surprised that the two-winged blood mosquito returned home.

Jiang Gan's reputation as the chief senior brother was earned by fighting for it, so it's not so easy to deal with.

Let Wang Zilang make a move, just holding the idea of ​​hitting a shot if there is no date.

At the same time, he also wanted to trick Wang Zilang, he had been unhappy with Wang Zilang for a long time.

He admitted that Wang Zilang's father, Song Zhou Biejia Wang Pu, was extremely intelligent, cunning, and well-armed.

But this Wang Zilang is only half a bucket of water, even his father Wang Puyi has nothing to do, but he claims to be a unparalleled counselor, which is annoying.

If his father Wang Pu was not his father Chai Yuguan's confidant, Chai Shirong would not be bothered to hang out with Wang Zilang, a half-hearted adviser.

"Then you still let me make a move?"

Wang Zilang's face was ferocious, his eyes were bloodshot, and he roared angrily.

These two-winged blood mosquitoes are the descendants of the ancient six-winged blood mosquitoes, and they are also the protective objects given to him by his father Wang Pu.

If it is properly cultivated, it can be promoted to a four-winged blood mosquito, which is enough to threaten the powerhouses of the third rank.

Once promoted to the six-winged blood mosquito, it can even threaten the legendary gods.

In addition, these two winged blood mosquitoes usually solved many difficult problems for him, so Wang Zilang naturally regarded them as treasures.

Now, the life and death of the blood mosquito is unknown, and Wang Zilang loses control of his emotions directly, and he doesn't care about the difference in status between them.

"Try it, what if there is a surprise?"

Seeing Wang Zilang's ugly face, Chai Shirong said calmly, but he was very happy in his heart.

For a moment, the two people with different thoughts fell silent, and the atmosphere in the private room was extremely dignified, and a needle could be heard.

"Gentlemen, everyone, Mr. Li Fangjia came to the Xiaoxiang Pavilion today, and we want to do our best to be the landlord."

"There is a bright moon, delicious food and wine, peerless beauties, and singing and dancing. What else is missing?"

On the cloud platform above the water, many Confucian scholars drank two glasses of wine and began to mobilize the atmosphere loudly with the strength of the wine.

"Of course it's poetry!" The rest of the Confucian scholars responded loudly.

They are no strangers to such a situation, they are all veterans.

"That's right, it's poetry. Tangzhou's poems are the best in Xianqin, and Songzhou's lyrics and music are also the best in China. The culture is brilliant and well-known all over the world."

"Today, everyone Li is here. We will use the beauty as the theme, show off our literary talent, and leave a beautiful article!"

A well-known Confucian scholar stood up and suggested with a smile.

"Okay! Let's take this as the title, everyone, don't weaken my reputation in Bianliang City."

There are not a few rich young masters who can come to the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, and almost all of them are the best of the younger generation in Songzhou.

It is true that those big families have great fortunes, but they also have many children, and the various resources needed for cultivation are simply bottomless pits, no amount of money is enough.

In this case, the ordinary dandy might have good cultivation resources, but the monthly money is actually not much.

How can there be so much monthly money, come to Xiaoxiang Pavilion to be happy and romantic?Once in a while, I will eat dirt for the next ten and a half months.

Songzhou is the source of poetry and Taoism of various schools of thought, and Bianliang Academy is one of the four major academies in the Eastern Wasteland, with a splendid style of writing.

Many people learn poetry and articles from childhood, and dare not blurt out words, but writing poems and lyrics is not a problem.

Soon, there were maids offering brushes, ink, paper and inkstones, and those literati drank and splashed a penny, letting loose!
"Wait for everyone's masterpiece!"

Li Shishi moved on the platform, lightly like a fairy under the moon, and his clear and sweet voice resounded in everyone's ears.

Afterwards, Li Shishi played the qin again. The ethereal sound of the qin was like a bright moon, which wiped away the irritability in his heart and inspired Wensi to spring up.

The sound of the piano is curling up, and the literati are shaking their spirits. They all want to write a good poem and article to win the hearts of beauties.

"Beauty poetry?"

The corners of Jiang Gan's mouth curled up, and he didn't have the intention of showing off to others.

Although he doesn't know how to write poems and lyrics, he has read a lot of those ancient poems in his previous life, and the poems of beautiful women are no exception.

Leaning on the desk, Jiang Gan picked up the wine glass and poured himself a drink, so happy!

Li Shishi was sitting on the platform, the bead curtain was half rolled up, the hazy moonlight shone on her delicate jade face, adding a third of beauty, it was breathtakingly beautiful.

Li Shishi's beautiful eyes are as bright as amber, and the divine light in them is flowing, but he has a panoramic view of the scene below the stage.

I saw wisps of white air rising up, dignified and bright, spreading out in mid-air, and turning into a picture scroll.

A beautiful woman, or plump and charming, or cool as a fairy, or lively and lovely, or dignified, charming, each with its own characteristics, each with its own style!
It is precisely when the pen falls and the poems are completed that the literary spirit is stirred up, thus showing a vision.

Such a scene is difficult to see with the naked eye, and only those who know how to look at Qi can get a glimpse of the whole picture.

"what!"

Li Shishi focused his eyes, and found that the big characters were floating in the air, and the bright light was like rain, showing an astonishing vision.

Turning his eyes around, he was a refined young man, with a rich spirit like jade, and a romantic brow, which could faintly show everyone's demeanor.

"It turned out to be Zhao Ji!"

Li Shishi nodded secretly, although Zhao Ji's bones are extremely poor, martial arts are difficult to achieve, and immortality is elusive, but he is a rare seed of Confucianism and Taoism, with excellent calligraphy and painting.

The thin gold body created by myself, the brushwork is sharp, and the iron hook is painted with silver, elegant and rich, which makes all the scholars admire it.

The flower-and-bird paintings created by encountering objects give shape, get them at will, drive nature with the brush, and have unique ingenuity, which attracts the competition of painting masters.

But at the age of sixteen or seventeen, he is already in the Confucianism and Taoism seven-rank righteous state of mind, and is expected to break through the six-rank physical realm in the weak crown year.

If there are no accidents, 30 years later, he will become a great Confucian and lead Songzhou Wenhua.

Although the rest of them are not as good as Zhao Ji, their literary spirit is surging, and their pen and ink are fragrant, and they have their own visions.

Li Shishi nodded inwardly, indeed, Songzhou had a flourishing style of writing, and outstanding people came forth in large numbers.

After looking around, her eyes fell on Jiang Gan, subconsciously paying attention to Jiang Gan's every move.

Seeing that Jiang Gan poured himself a drink without any intention of composing poems, a look of disappointment flashed deep in his eyes.

Even though he knew that Jiang Gan was a practitioner, and that he was inferior to a scholar in terms of poetry and writing, he still couldn't help being disappointed.

Jiang Gan's perception is so keen, he instantly sensed the disappointment in Li Shishi's eyes, and a rush of pride surged into his heart.

(End of this chapter)