Xianjie Alipay

Chapter 125
"I am ashamed of myself for the literary and military strategy of the big boss in the fairy world!"

Wenchang Xingjun kept shaking his head, it seemed that this big boss in the fairy world had completely convinced him.

"Thesis talent, I can compete for the first place, but today, I voluntarily take the second place!"

Wen Quxing was also full of shock. When it comes to the articles of the Three Realms, he usually would never admire others.

But today, he obeyed!

"Ha ha!"

Seeing all kinds of compliments on him in the group, Tang Xiaohu felt great satisfaction in his heart.

No matter how powerful these gods are, the wisdom of a single person is limited. How can they compare with China's 5000-year-old splendid civilization.

If I randomly drag out a Li Bai, Du Fu and the like, I guess they can crush the Wenchang Xingjun and the like.

Since the eternal separation of immortals and mortals, these three realms have lost contact with the earth.

These are the precious treasures that I rely on for comparison.

"Little Tiger, don't you want to write a poem for Fairy Chang'e, write it and see!"

The Jade Emperor's heart was extremely unbalanced. For many years, Fairy Chang'e didn't even look at him.

But today, this mysterious boss from the fairy world has won her favor.

It may be necessary to suppress it to see if he has real materials.

"Yes, boss, I'm all ears!"

The third prince Nezha is definitely a master who doesn't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement. When he saw that there was excitement here, he immediately started booing.

"I beg the big brother to write a poem quickly!"

"Kneel and beg the boss to write a poem quickly +1"

"Kneel and beg the boss to write a poem quickly +11"

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The immortals, Buddhas, Taoists and demons in the group also booed.

To be honest, this big boss from the fairy world is strange, and there seems to be no such person in the three worlds.

But it happens that this guy has the Supreme Lord as his guarantor, and the immortals really have nothing to do with him for a while.

But if you don't have the matching ability, you will inevitably suffer the consequences of being slandered by the immortals.

"Little Tiger, what do you see?"

Fairy Chang'e didn't mean that, she didn't want to put the boss of the fairy world in a dilemma.

But in the words at this moment, Tang Xiaohu still heard a trace of unconcealable expectation.

"Forget it, if the fairy invites you, then I will compose a poem for you!"

Tang Xiaohu felt an impulse in his heart, and couldn't help but think of that beautiful myth and legend.

The beauty of Chang'e Fairy is a beauty that does not belong to the world, but in the distant past, maybe the fairy was nostalgic for the mortal world, and it was only a momentary greed that caused the heaven and man to be separated forever.

Perhaps the fairy at this time is lonely in her heart!
"Fairy, let me give you the song "Watching the Moon"!"

Tang Xiaohu's mood was agitated for a while, although this poem was not written by himself, nor was it the artistic conception at this time.

However, Tang Xiaohu had a premonition in the dark, maybe Fairy Chang'e at this moment has regrets about that year.

In her heart, she may have always remembered the man who could shoot the sun with his bow!

Perhaps in the hearts of outsiders, Chang'e Fairy is cold, aloof, and keeps strangers away.

But Tang Xiaohu understood that all this was because he couldn't let go of those warm and peaceful ordinary days.

If there is a death, if you can choose again, Fairy Chang'e will definitely not make the same choice!

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed,

Suspected of frost on the ground.

Looking up at the bright moon,
Bow your head and think about your hometown! "

Tang Xiaohu sang softly, finished reciting the song in a soothing tone, and solemnly sent it to the Immortal Realm chat group.

"The bright moonlight in front of the window... I suspect it's frost on the ground... I miss my hometown!"

At the entrance of the Guanghan Palace, Chang'e, who was leaning on the railing and looking at the moon, chewed the song "Watching the Moon" word by word.

Before reading halfway through, Chang'e's teardrops have been scattered like beads with a broken thread.

Thousands of years!

Who will understand my own mind?
The loneliness and coldness of Guanghan Palace, the warmth and harmony of the past, one after another, all came to Chang'e's heart.

But now, all this can never go back!

She could no longer hold back her feelings, and burst into sobs.

That cry, in the lonely Guanghan Palace, was extremely sad and desolate.

The tears, slanted down, fell on the fairy machine that fell on the ground, and immediately turned into tearful expressions, surging in the chat group of the fairy world.

"Fairy!"

Seeing the tearful expressions in the chat group in the fairy world, the Jade Emperor who was far away in the apse of the Lingxiao Palace suddenly stood up, his fingers had turned blue from the fairy machine but he didn't realize it, only the bitterness in his heart remained.

It turned out that she had never forgotten that man who was far away in the mortal world!

So what is it that I have persisted for so many years!
"Chang'e!"

Zhu Bajie, the altar envoy who was sitting in meditation in Xiaoxitian, also stood up suddenly, not even caring about the nine-toothed rake tilted to one side.

Now, if he doesn't understand that Chang'e still cares about that man who was once a god, then Zhu Bajie is really a pig brain.

"I see!"

In the Xuankong Temple in the lower realm, Tang Seng, who was eloquently preaching scriptures, suddenly stopped.

Once upon a time, he begged the Buddha for hundreds of years, but he still didn't get an answer.

But today, he had an epiphany, and he understood all the reasons for right and wrong!
"This time, what happened again?"

Erlang Zhenjun Yang Jian, who was still fighting in the sky, trembled violently, as if something extraordinary had happened.

The border is tough, but the handsome Erlang Zhenjun is still spotless, and his handsome face is full of determination.

It's just that the soul seems to be missing something.

"Well, has there been a change in the fairy world?"

In a secret cave, Sun Wukong was fighting endlessly, when suddenly he felt blessed, as if something had arrived, causing Sun Dasheng to temporarily stop his fighting steps.

"These gods are really annoying when they are in love. How can my old grandson be happy alone!"

Monkey King figured it out, and found that this matter was actually related to the word love, so he didn't bother to pay attention to it at the moment.

The golden cudgel flipped over, and they threw themselves into the fierce battle again.

There was no sound in the Immortal World chat group for a long time, and all the immortals were in shock.

The most terrifying power in this world is the power of the mind!

This fairy world boss is really a powerful one.

Regardless of whether he has the martial power that surpasses all immortals, let alone whether he is truly powerful.

Just relying on his ability to directly see through people's hearts, he definitely deserves the four words of a big boss in the fairy world.

Don't you see, there are many immortal cultivators who have cultivated in a daze for so many years, but still don't know how to write the word "xinxin".

But he still doesn't understand that the cultivation of the mind is far more important than the superiority of force.

Fairy Chang'e is gone!

The Jade Emperor is gone!

Zhu Bajie is gone!
Tang hates it!

Many gods fell silent collectively!

They are thinking silently, thinking about whether they have neglected the cultivation of the soul in these years.

The heart is infinite, the world is wide!

Have you restricted the development of your soul?
This incident had a profound impact on the development of the later generations of Immortal World.

But at this time Tang Xiaohu didn't notice it at all.

What did he do?
He did nothing!
I just mixed what I saw on the Internet into my own thoughts, and then copied a poem and sent it out.

But all the gods in the group ran away, stopped giving out red envelopes, and stopped bragging about his greatness.

What kind of rhythm is this Nima?
It is completely unexpected what kind of spiritual impact the information asymmetry will have on this group of closed gods.

Tang Xiaohu, who hadn't waited for a big red envelope for a long time, could only choose to quit the Immortal Realm chat group with a face full of pain.

(End of this chapter)