Nine Heavens Sword Emperor

Under Xiahou Yun's wonderful eloquence, a dinner party kicked off.

Each warrior's tea table was filled with various delicious dishes, and there were countless teas and fine wines.

On the stage, beautiful women danced gracefully, and the warriors cheered.

"You men like to watch these?" Yu Shiqian said with some anger.

"It's unfair, my eyes have never left you." Lin Che smiled bitterly.

"What if I'm not here tonight? Will you be like them, with your eyes almost flying to these dancers?" Yu Shiqian snorted coldly.

"No." Lin Che said without hesitation, "My eyes won't fly out. Even if I look, I will only look at them from the perspective of artistic aesthetics."

Lin Che said seriously while sipping tea.

"You can just talk nonsense. If I find that there are more girls around you next time, you will be in trouble!" Yu Shiqian threatened, and she didn't forget to pinch Lin Che hard.

"Then you stay with me all the time, and I won't have the chance to meet new girls." Lin Che said with a rogue look on his face.

"You wish." Yu Shiqian snorted coldly, but murmured in her heart: "Why don't I want to?"

Wei Dongfan and the other man on the side were furious when they saw Lin Che was still flirting here.

At this time, Wei Dongfan only hoped to beat Lin Che into a cripple as soon as possible and then take him back to Cangyun Sect.

The wonderful performances came one after another, and the warriors in the audience were overwhelmed. Unconsciously, many people started to talk to each other with wine glasses.

All the people present were talented people in the Northern Territory, and it was natural to make friends with this opportunity.

Under such a beautiful scene, it was also the best background for these young men and women to get to know each other.

The bright moon in the night sky was getting rounder and rounder. At this time, Yu Shiqian had already sat in Lin Che's arms, she looked at the moon, and Lin Che looked at her.

At this moment, a piece of piano music floated from afar. This piece of music was gentle and melodious, as if it embraced the bright moon, accompanied by the breeze, and slowly flowed from a clear spring in the mountains to people's hearts.

The warriors present suddenly became quiet, as if everyone wanted to calm down and listen to this natural sound.

The sound of the piano was sometimes warm and soft, as if the moonlight was quietly sprinkled on the earth; sometimes it was winding and winding, like a winding stream flowing in the mountains.

Yu Shiqian listened to the sound of the piano with a hint of doubt in her eyes, while Lin Che closed his eyes and enjoyed the graceful sound of the piano.

At a teahouse, the prince of Fenglai Kingdom was shocked and shook his head and sighed, "Even the most senior musicians in my royal family can't play such heavenly music. May I ask Brother Xiahou, who is the musician tonight?"

Xiahou Yun on the side smiled mysteriously, "He is the musician that my Xiahou family invited from outside the Northern Territory at a high price. If Your Highness is interested, I will let him show himself later."

The mysterious musician played a few more songs, and all the warriors present were conquered by his superb piano skills, and they all clamored to meet this musician.

Xiahou Yun smiled slightly, and it was obvious that this atmosphere made him very satisfied.

"People today cannot see the moon of the past, but the moon of today once shone on the ancients. Since ancient times, the bright moon has always been the sustenance of our emotions, and it has also been the source of inspiration for countless talented men and beautiful women to write.

Everyone present here is a genius in the Northern Territory. Why not use the pen and ink on your table to write down the bright moon in your heart in just a few strokes. I believe that different moonlight will flow out from everyone's pen. My Xiahou family will select the best masterpiece and give it as a generous gift."

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at each other in surprise. Some people had already rolled up their sleeves and started writing; some warriors were simply rough and didn't know anything about the so-called writing, so they could only stare at each other.

Lin Che looked at the two pieces of paper and pen brought by the maid, and looked at Yu Shiqian helplessly.

But the latter picked up the paper and pen and wrote like clouds and smoke. Yu Shiqian was once a lady from the imperial city of Yunxia, ​​and she must have a lot of knowledge.

Seeing this, Lin Che also took the paper and pen. Apart from anything else, he was brought up by Lin Tianran since he was a child. When Lin Che couldn't hold a sword, he already knew how to hold a pen.

Lin Che looked at the tenderness in Yu Shiqian's eyes when she put down her pen. After a little hesitation, he also wrote a few lines of poetry.

After a while, the two of them put down their pens at the same time.

Yu Shiqian looked at the four lines of small characters on Lin Che's paper in surprise, "I didn't expect that you, a rogue, could write poems?"

Lin Che looked at Yu Shiqian's paper, which happened to be four lines.

"Let's compete?" Lin Che challenged.

"There is no first in literature, and no second in martial arts."

"How do you know there is no first without a competition?" Lin Che smiled confidently, "The loser, agree to a request from the other person, do you dare?"

"Let's compete, who's afraid of who?" Yu Shiqian snorted coldly. As the daughter of the Yu family, she could recite poems and paint at the age of eight. How could she lose to Lin Che?

The two exchanged the rice paper in their hands. As soon as Lin Che saw Yu Shiqian's beautiful small handwriting, he was stunned for a moment.

"The forest is deep and the water is clear, and the shadow is deep. The lonely moon can't accompany the morning star.

Chang'e does not regret stealing the elixir, and her heart is always in the blue sea and sky."

"No regrets..." Lin Che murmured while reading Yu Shiqian's poem. At this moment, he deeply understood her heart that was full of love.

Perhaps, this is also her answer to the fact that she came back to find Lin Che even though she knew that their future was bleak.

Lin Che looked deeply at Yu Shiqian who picked up the rice paper without saying a word. At this moment, a crystal teardrop fell on Lin Che's rice paper from the corner of her eye.

She silently recited Lin Che's poem in her heart, and her eyes were gradually rippled.

"I first saw the moon in the Wanling Mountains, and my cold eyes and clear light returned to my beautiful dream.

Thousands of miles away, the moon and the beauty seem to have forgotten each other, and the past is not flying with colorful clouds."

She raised her head in a daze, and happened to meet Lin Che's affectionate eyes.

The two looked at each other in silence, but silence was worth a thousand words.

Until the maid took away the two poems, the two said in unison, "You win."

The two smiled at each other, and then Yu Shiqian snuggled up to Lin Che again.

"Next year's Mid-Autumn Festival, will you still like me as much as you do now?" Yu Shiqian closed her eyes and said lost.

"No." Lin Che said lightly.

Yu Shiqian opened her eyes in confusion, but heard Lin Che say, "Even tomorrow, I will like you more than today, let alone next year?"

"Hate!" Yu Shiqian blushed.

At this time, the much-anticipated musician finally appeared on the stage.

"So handsome! So elegant!" a girl exclaimed.

Lin Che looked curiously and found that it was a young man who looked only thirty years old. He was dressed in a green robe and was elegant and indifferent, with handsome features.

When Yu Shiqian saw the man on the stage, her eyes twitched violently.

No one in the room knew him, but Yu Shiqian did, because he was Nanyin, one of the "Nine Lords" of Tianzhu!

One of Jianxing's confidants, and a genuine Tianxuan Realm expert!

What shocked Yu Shiqian was that he was wearing a necklace of animal teeth around his waist, which was the necklace that Meng Yuan had always worn around her neck!

(PS: Do you think Lin Che's poem won, or Shiqian's poem won)