I am the master of all worlds

Chapter 302

Ji Mingyao is a person who can't be idle, to be exact, he can't be idle in the snow.

Sitting on Wangcai's back, watching Ji Mingyao dig a hole in the saddle for a while, Zhang Wuyang felt ominous for some reason.

Today, I always feel like it was a mistake to bring this product to the Mei Shi Shi Hui.

It's just that Ji Mingyao didn't know anything about what Zhang Wuyang was complaining about.Sitting on a little white horse, digging the saddle with his fingers, his mind has already flown thousands of miles.

Mei Shi Shi Hui!
Thinking about how many books he has read since childhood, Ji Mingyao couldn't help laughing.

Pretending to slap your face is not only a routine that boys like, it is also full of yearning for women, but ordinary girls will pretend to be reserved, and they are always not loud enough when it comes to slapping your face. Decisive, less pleasure.

But... Ji Mingyao is an ordinary girl?
Along the mountain path, the speed of the two riding horses was not too slow, and they had already arrived at the venue of the Meishi Mountain Poetry Fair at about eleven o'clock.

At this time, the poetry meeting has not yet officially started, and a few old pedants who are quite impressive in the cultural attainments of the star source world are giving speeches there, what kind of gentleman can be without money but not without talent, what kind of culture is the foundation of civilization... ...Anyway, after finishing a sentence, drinking saliva, and then making a long-winded speech on this sentence, it is quite lively.

The more lively part is still below. At this time, apart from the seven-storey Wenkui Building occupying the two miles in the middle of the ten-mile meeting place in Meishi Mountain, the other places are mostly alleys with plum blossoms, where a group of Jianghu people are arty, Although he opened his mouth and kept his mouth closed, it was interesting to hold a fan in his hand.

"Ah! Broken!"

"What's wrong?"

Ji Mingyao and Zhang Wuyang were walking on the path leading to Wenkui Tower, and they were suddenly fixed there, which made Zhang Wuyang a little strange.

Patting his empty waist, it took less than three seconds for Ji Mingyao to go from being still to suddenly froze to being so pitiful.

Looking at Zhang Wuyang with weak eyes made Zhang Wuyang feel uncomfortable.

"Talk about things! It's shameful to be cute!"

"Xian, Brother Wuyang, I didn't bring a fan~"

"Are you hot?"

"No." Tilting his head, Ji Mingyao answered in a blunt manner, but his expression became sluggish again in an instant: "But brother Wuyang, you see, they all have fans, but we don't. It's embarrassing, okay? No fan , not at all like a literati."

Zhang Wuyang didn't come to his senses for a long time about this weird theory.

Does one not count as a literati without a fan?Does that mean you are a great Confucian with a pen on your body?If there is another pair of inkstones on her body, wouldn't her literary talent be earth-shattering?

Turning around, without speaking, he went directly to Wenkui Tower, not wanting to talk to this person.

Seeing that Zhang Wuyang was walking so simply, Ji Mingyao sneaked into the plum grove.After a while, with a blue and white jade pendant on his waist and a folding fan in his hand, he walked out leisurely and chased after Zhang Wuyang.

When the two met again, it was already at the gate of Wenkui Building, which was more than ten feet wide. Seeing Ji Mingyao, who was originally like a fairy, shaking a folding fan and hanging a pair of nondescript jade pendants, Zhang Wuyang's heart ached. for a moment.

Good baby, why is your brain not working?
It's a pity that Ji Mingyao didn't have this kind of awareness at all. Instead, he raised his head to Zhang Wuyang with a folding fan in the midst of Bai Kai, and said with a smile, "Are you handsome?"

"Handsome?" Zhang Wuyang sneered and said with disdain, "You seem to have forgotten your gender. The beauty of a woman and the beauty of a man are two different states. If you come here today wearing men's clothes, I will call you the man wearing this fan. You say that you are unparalleled. But you are wearing a girl's gown and holding a fan, don't you think it is neither fish nor fowl?"

"Humph!"

Being pissed off by Zhang Wuyang, Ji Mingyao snorted angrily

"vulgar!"

After all, he turned around and walked into Wenkui Building.

There are seven floors in Wenkui Building, and the lower four floors are where people in the Jianghu write poems and lyrics. Only good poems and lyrics can make an exception for the upper floor.As for the fifth floor, only those with good cultivation in the world can enter.

As for the sixth floor, this is the place prepared for Tianjiao who comes to visit. If others want to go up, they need to have good articles or poems.

The last seventh floor is specially reserved for Wen Kui's pens and poems in each poetry meeting, and each Jiazi can only go up to one person.

Although Ji Mingyao wasn't the best of the best, he was an elite of the Holy Land. Holding his identity badge, he went all the way to the sixth floor without hindrance.

Zhang Wuyang pursed his lips, and silently followed after getting up, like a follower, unexpectedly also mixed into the sixth floor.

After all, it was a game played by a group of idle and talented geniuses, and it was full of loopholes in many aspects.

Of course, no one would have thought that someone would ignore the face of a group of Tianjiao and forcibly sneak into the sixth floor. Naturally, the management is not strict.

Ji Mingyao belonged to Erha, and he disappeared as if he was having fun as soon as he reached the sixth floor. Zhang Wuyang just guarded a chair at the door and sat down casually.

The Mei Shishi meeting was held on time at twelve o'clock in the noon, and it was already around [-]:[-]. When the bell rang, the messy scene would naturally quiet down.

"Plum poems are ten miles fragrant, and the exchanges are full of romance..."

"...Xian Yunmu is wild, there are Baikai in thousands of miles, and we gather in Kuixing Tower..."

"..."

Well, although the poetry meeting hasn't opened yet, people seem to be warming up.

Not listening or asking, Zhang Wuyang continued to wait, but he didn't know what that girl Ji Mingyao was doing in the crowd.There were no less than five hundred Tianjiao in the field, and girls who were not tall in the crowd squeezed in. If they didn't use tricks, they wouldn't be able to see them for a while.

Boom~!

Boom~!

……

Just thinking about it, the bell outside has already rang.

In an instant, the noisy people suddenly silenced their voices as if they had their throats choked.

Afterwards, several old pedants with modest literary talents strode in and sat down directly by the window.

And with the arrival of these people, except for the Holy Land Tianjiao, the rest bowed and said: "Young master, I have met you gentlemen."

"Don't dare to be, dare not be." An old man in the lead smiled and cupped his hands at this kind of person, and then looked at the three young people who were also sitting not far away.

There are eight hundred people in the world, and thousands of Tianjiao come out to walk.But among the [-] door-to-doors, there are only [-] holy places, and each holy place will send at most two walkers.

The three young men sitting at this time are walking in the Holy Land.

"Since the gentlemen have arrived, let's start this poetry meeting."

The young man on the far left nodded to the old gentlemen, opened the folding fan in his hand, and confirmed the start of the poetry meeting.

And walking in the holy place on the right, not to be outdone at this time, also bowed to several old scholars and stood up directly.

"Walk in the Tianyuan Holy Land, Meng Luo. A certain talent, there is a good poem style at this time, so let's start it first, and use the right time and place to attract others, okay?"

"Oh~? Since Brother Meng Luo has a good work, we will naturally listen to it."

"Then I will do my part."

Bowing at everyone, Meng Luo spoke loudly

"The wind blows the snow, the snow cage is light and the dust is light, how many miles does Bai Kai hang? Ignore the low house and the high chimney. The flowers fall and the plum poems, the poems and lyrics are melodious, how long will the time go by? But how many infatuated children~"

"I got this word from my Meishi Xiaozhu a few days ago. At that time, several manors raised warm pavilions in the snow. I wrote it on a whim, but it was a shame."

As soon as the words fell, someone shouted: "Miao, Miao! Such a good poem, how can you say it's a shame? Isn't Brother Meng Luo trying to make us ashamed?"

"It's just right, especially the sentence when time goes by, but how many infatuated children are? It should be regarded as a quatrain passed down through the ages! It sounds like it is talking about the love between men and women, but if you taste it carefully, you can't see it." It's lamenting that life is easy to get old and time flies, let me cherish the friendship in the present!"

"..."

The sound of flattery continued, Zhang Wuyang rubbed his head and felt that it was a mistake to come here.

Competing with a group of guys who can't do anything other than flattering, it feels so boring for no reason.

As if sensing Zhang Wuyang's boredom, a voice suddenly came from the crowd who were carrying the sedan chair, scaring Zhang Wuyang almost to the ground.

"Bah! What a word!"

"No shit!"

Listen to the voice, Ji Mingyao is right!

Long live!
(End of this chapter)