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Hello Nie Xiaoqian!

You have completely forgotten the tacit oath that everyone made to support each other, right? ?

We promised to help each other and share secrets! ?

If I hadn’t come today, would you still want to keep it to yourself?

Furthermore, what if my mother finds out?

It’s not like I didn’t deliberately let go of a few kind-hearted people in the past, but it’s just that I let Xiaodie and the others take the blame...

Chapter 297 Wenquxingxingzhu wants to interfere

"Hey! Idiot, listen, this little kid plays the piano pretty well. How does it compare to the palace ladies in the Tiangong?"

Journey to the West, the big world, the human world.

A monkey asked the pig next to him with great interest.

I saw the monkey with a thunderous mouth, a solitary face, blazing golden eyes, yellow hair with golden hoops, yellow fur all over, and two red buttocks.

The pig's head is curled up in a dirty lotus pod, its mouth is hanging, its ears are like cattail fans and its golden eyes are visible, its tusks are as sharp as steel files, and its long mouth is open like a brazier.

Next to him, there was a strong man with a green face and a tall head, a monk with a fair face and a round face, and a handsome white horse.

It was the Buddhist scripture-seeking team heading west, Tang Monk, Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, Sha Wujing, and White Dragon Horse.

Hearing this, Zhu Bajie was a little envious.

He used to be a heroic general, but now...

Ugh……

In terms of appearance, literary talent, temperament, and knowledge, this mortal is rare in the world.

Even if it goes to heaven, it must be unique.

However, a man still has to have real abilities!

For gods and demons like them, cultivation is the real skill!

Otherwise, it will only have its appearance and might be eaten by some little monster!

He looked at the handsome young man in the picture with a sad heart.

Look at him!

Staying in the dangerous Lanruo Temple is not yet conscious!

Chest insurance?

It is indeed quite risky.

Zhou Mingxuan nodded secretly with deep approval.

The soft and tender white flowers are really fragrant and soft.

Of course, Lord Demon Lord is not here to do this.

Now that the stage has been set and Journey to the West has been roughed out, a big show needs to have an opening...

Immediately, the sound of the piano suddenly changed, sonorous and powerful!

It's like going from poetry and painting to fighting and fighting!

That handsome young man seems to be singing loudly and vigorously!

"Yanke is wearing tassels, summer is frosty and snowy -

The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it rustles like a shooting star——"

The cold voice was so hearty that Yan Chixia and others who were far away in the main hall were startled.

Immediately, Yan Chixia turned over with burning eyes and faced Xiahou Swordsman with the same burning eyes.

The two rough men stood up rashly, which made Ning Caichen a little nervous and frightened.

"Yan Ke!"

"Summer Hook!"

Both of them are not stupid, and they naturally understand what kind of literary thoughts and fame are contained in this poem.

Xiahou Swordsman clenched his sword even more excitedly, his face flushed red.

Even Yan Chixia, who didn't pay much attention to fame and fortune, was extremely excited.

Good guy, he is indeed a real scholar!

Is labor and management now famous?

This was written into the poem! ?

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!"

Swordsman Xiahou laughed suddenly and wildly as if going crazy, and even Yan Chixia began to laugh boldly.

Listening intently to the past, the sweet sound of the piano floats in the wind along with the poems.

Perhaps he felt that it was not good if no one shared such a beautiful thing, so he directly cast a spell on the nervous and confused Ning Caichen's ear.

He patted the fake scholar meaningfully.

"Boy, listen carefully, this is the real scholar!"

Xiahou Swordsman laughed a lot. He was in a good mood and did not want to argue with this fake scholar, but...

"Boy, listen! If you dare to pretend to be a scholar in the future, I will see you once and beat you once!"

Once his long-cherished wish for decades came true, Xiahou Swordsman felt extremely grateful to Zhou Mingxuan.

Ning Caichen was not allowed to smear other people's reputations.

Ning Caichen's face darkened.

Damn it, I have become a fake scholar...

but.

Listening carefully, Ning Caichen was also inexplicably shocked.

How could such a great talent live in a place like this! ?

The sonorous sound of the piano and the long echoing poems really made Ning Caichen's heart surge.

However, the tranquility of the pavilion has not ended yet, and the crispness of the big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate still fills Tiema Binghe's magnanimous mind.

Hearing sounds is like seeing people.

This person's virtue can be seen as average!

Nie Xiaoqian and Xiao Zhuo, who was secretly observing, also stared at that peerless graceful figure with dazzling energy.

He is truly a peerless young master...

"Qiang——"

The sound of the piano is playing, free and easy.

“Kill one person in ten steps, leave no trace in a thousand miles——

Hello--"

The action of playing the piano was temporarily suspended, but the sound of the piano that lingered around the beam for three days could not be dispersed for a long time. The verses sung by a man of extraordinary splendor made everyone unable to calm down for a long time.

Vaguely, the young master seemed to have the figures of many great sages from ancient times emerging from his body.

Faintly, the young master seemed to overlap with the figures of many famous officials and scholars.

How many splendors are there, and the years are like songs.

What a romantic person!

nice one……

"A great sage..."

A sudden sigh made many people startled, and even the tree demon grandma who was hiding in the dark was confused.

My originally passionate mood became not so good.

Who! ?

I should be the one to say this!

Him, or her?

I don’t know if the dryad grandmothers of various genders were too excited.

How many years, how many years!

How many years has it been since she saw such a magnificent person?

Da Xian!Great talent!

If you can swallow him, it will be worth tens of millions of years!

The rich and overflowing literary spirit made the tree demon's grandma's eyes turn blood red.

Greed and evil desires arise spontaneously.

however……

Time, go back to a few minutes ago.

Many of the immortals at the Peach Feast were shaking their heads when they heard the sound of Zhou Mingxuan's piano.

"The sound of nature is nothing more than this..."

A wise man like a scholar said sincerely.

This person is the Lord of Wenquxingxing. He has many famous ministers and scholars under his command, but this person's style and talent are extremely rare at the moment.

Moreover, the literary talents in the lower world today are mixed, and some are excellent, but they are still not as good as the great sages and celebrities of the past.

Now, I saw a peerless romantic in another small world.

Especially when the majestic verse came out, Wenqu Xingzhu's whole spirit felt as refreshing as if he were in March.

"Okay! Okay! What a Zhou Mingxuan! What a Zhou Mingyue! This person deserves to be in our Wenquxing!"

As soon as these words came out, many immortals were shocked and suddenly woke up from the lingering good news and beautiful sentences.

No, are you so brave?

Ah……

Master Wenqu Xingxing knew what his colleagues were thinking, so he just smiled nonchalantly and cupped his hands in the direction of the lunar star.

"Such a great talent should be one of our literary stars. Dare I ask the Taiyin Empress if I can part ways with you?"

What can you do if you enter your Taiyin star?

Isn't this a waste of resources and a drag on this child's talent? ?

Immortal Lord Chang'e chuckled, not annoyed with him, but there was a quiet anger between the two.

We are all Star Lords, who is afraid of whom?

It’s great that I’ll just be beaten up by you, Immortal Lord Chang’e.

But I, Lord Wenquxing, am still not convinced!

This kid deserves to be one of our literary stars!

Wouldn't it be ridiculous for such a great talent to be known only for his beauty?

Chapter 298 Dryad Granny: MMP!

The atmosphere where anger was beginning to breed made the third princess Nezha's white neck shrink.