Fish swimming around the world

Lady Golden Flower wiped her tears. Although the Fengya girl had a cold temper, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and her chest heaved. Yuluo and the lively Luzhuer couldn't help but laugh. In the huge bed chariot, through the gauze curtain, you could see Fairy Snow beating the bed board. Even Meng Chanjuan couldn't help but cough. These two people perfectly explained what it means like like a master, like a servant, and their words were a bit embarrassing.

It's a pity that Wei Xiaohong still couldn't listen to his lectures and laughed so hard. But she also forgot about her own speciality. The turbulent waves made countless people's eyes widen and they were so excited. Even if they didn't see Shi Sanchai's face, it was definitely worth it to see these two mountains. .

The life-and-death gambling game, which should have been a serious, tense and exciting atmosphere, was suddenly turned into a hilarious meeting by the master and servant, and the whole place was in chaos.

Wei Xiaohong successfully rose to the top and gained countless popularity. Jiang Gongzi successfully transformed, and the Northern Ci Sage changed his poisonous tongue in seconds.

"Child! Jiang Fan, you are seeking death!" Nangong Xin's veins bulged and he almost rushed forward and took action himself. Fortunately, Mr. Cao caught him in time.

Panting for a while, Nangong Xin finally spoke with a sneer.

"Don't use your words. It's not surprising for a person who doesn't even dare to reveal his real name to commit fraud."

As soon as these words came out, the scene immediately became quiet. Seeing this, Nangong Xin's momentum rose sharply: "Don't you know, this so-called Jiang Feng, whose real name is Jiang Fan, is a fisherman from the Qingfeng Gorge area of ​​the Canglan River. He is not a famous son at all. He is just a commoner, just trying to please the public. "

There was an uproar in the field. Although it is common to remain anonymous, it is a bit suspicious to be able to write such poems and act like this.

Nangong Xin continued: "Do you believe that a fisherman can compose this kind of poetry? From what I see below, it must have been written by some literary master, who recited and copied it, and now uses it to cheat people into eating and drinking. Such a character is really impressive. Disdainful."

His words were not impossible, and suspicions arose for a while.

Nangong Xin was in high spirits, "How about it, Jiang Fan, what else do you have to say?"

Jiang Fan smiled slightly and was about to speak. But a voice came from the VIP stage: "Who said Mr. Jiang needs to copy others?"

Everyone was stunned. The man's voice was long, clear and cold, and they didn't know who it was that suddenly appeared.

Nangong Xin frowned and cupped his hands: "I wonder who is on the stage?"

I saw a beautiful woman in palace attire, opening the gauze curtain and slowly walking out of the VIP box.

"The master of Linjiang Pavilion, Pei Yunjin."

"Ah? Linjiang Pavilion among the eight great families?"

"I didn't expect the pavilion master to be such a stunning beauty? It seems that she wants to stand up for Young Master Jiang."

"Originally, Linjiang Pavilion was known as the ninth in the world. Later, with its four dishes, one soup and one pot of wine, it was even close to the Eight Great Masters. Later, I heard that a poem was published in Linjiang Pavilion, which led to Linjiang Pavilion being promoted early. Some people analyze that it may even aspire to be the world leader in the future. The second one is second only to Taibaiju."

"Indeed, I have also heard that the poem is called Linjiang Xian, and I heard that the lyricist is called Canglan River Fisherman..."

Before the man finished speaking, the information was unexpectedly exposed, and everyone was stunned.

Sure enough, the beauty in palace clothes said: "I came today to see Mr. Jiang again, and I never wanted to encounter this. Originally, Mr. Jiang has his own opinions on things, and I am not in the position to interfere. But as a heir to the Nangong family, you are also a heir to the Nangong family. How can you talk nonsense like this when you are a descendant of a noble family?

Linjiang Pavilion, ranked second among the Eight Families, was founded by Pei Shiju, the elder of Dazhou Pavilion a hundred years ago. Even the Nangong family has to give some face. Hearing this, Nangong felt unhappy and it was hard to break out. He had no choice but to cup his hands and say, "So it's Pavilion Master Pei. I wonder what Pavilion Master Pei has to say?"

Pei Yunjin smiled slightly at Jiang Fan, and suddenly bowed slightly to the crowd: "Excuse me, but Pei Yunjin really cannot see that Mr. Jiang has suffered unfairly. Today, I, Pei Yunjin, publicly declare that Linjiang Immortal was created by Mr. Jiang Fan. As a gift to Zhang Zhiling and Zhang Zaifu, Mr. Jiang is so talented that he deserves the title of Saint of Ci!"

As soon as the words came out, no one doubted them except in surprise. Fortunately, Pavilion Master Pei, Zhang Zaifu’s life was clear-cut. With him as proof, who in the world doesn’t believe it?

"The fisherman on the Canglan River... just now Nangong Xin said that he was a fisherman on the Canglan River? That's it!" Someone quickly reacted and couldn't help but exclaimed.

"The term "Linjiang Immortal" is the most popular throughout the ages, and can be compared with the song "Ming Yue" from Shui Tiao. I wonder how two poems can come out at the same time in the world. It turns out that it was actually written by one person. Mr. Jiang is not proud of it, but changed his name. To create another masterpiece, I really have a lot of ambitions in mind, and my literary talent is unparalleled in the world!"

"Yes, I have been queuing up all day and night to see Linjiang Immortal. I don't want to be blind, but the real person is right in front of me. How lucky I am!"

"The name of Ci Sage is well deserved. From today on, Mr. Jiang is my idol!"

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In front of them, the long and tall young man in white clothes looked unspeakably free and elegant; people vaguely saw the young man wearing coir raincoat and bamboo hat by the Canglan River, each with a fishing rod, quiet and indifferent. The two figures gradually overlapped, and finally they became a relegated immortal with countless beautiful things in mind, but transcending the world.

What an open mind, what a freehand feeling!

The wind direction was directly one-sided.

Jiang Fan cupped his hands towards the VIP table. He really didn't expect that Pei Yunjin was here and came out to clear his name without hesitation, but at this moment he could only suppress his gratitude for the time being.

Pei Yunjin nodded to Jiang Fan and said, "Mr. Jiang, Linjiang Pavilion's promotion to the Eight Great Families is really due to the young master. Pei Yunjin is grateful."

Jiang Fan smiled: "Pavilion Master Pei is too polite, but Jiang Fan doesn't dare to take it seriously."

At this moment, he finally confessed his real name. When Nangong Xin launched an attack and Pei Yunjin appeared, others behind the scenes may have known about it for a long time. There was no point in hiding it anymore, not to mention that he didn't care about it.

Pei Yunjin said: "The spring and autumn brushes and black and white inkstones given to Mr. Jiang by Mr. Jiang are still in Linjiang Pavilion for safekeeping. I hope Mr. Jiang can take them at his leisure. If Mr. Meng comes to visit, Linjiang Pavilion will be honored."

Jiang Fan smiled and said: "Linjiang Pavilion has a magnificent scenery and delicious food and wine. I will never forget it. We will see you again if we are destined to do so."

Pei Yunjin didn't say much and returned behind the scenes with a smile.

"Spring and Autumn Brush, black and white inkstone? Did I hear correctly? Zhang Zaifu gave them to Mr. Jiang?"

"God, this is what inheritance means."

"Did you hear that Mr. Jiang doesn't seem to care much and didn't even go to get it..."

The next moment, people looked at Jiang Fan completely differently.

Countless beauties in Paradise City cheered crazily, and Jiang Fan's name resounded throughout the square.

Meng Chanjuan murmured to herself: "As expected, the fisherman on the Canglan River... who else can there be besides him? What a good one, Jiang Xiaolang..."

On the bed, Saixue Enchantress suddenly shouted outside: "Listen to me, as long as Jiang Fan doesn't leave, you have to snatch it from me, even for one night!"