Taoist Temple of Time and Space

Chapter 747 Look, Daoist Chu is pretending!
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A trace of astonishment flashed through Xiaoyue Immortal's astonished beautiful eyes. During the day, she knew about the national-level poem before it got dark. While she was surprised, she also started to love talents.

Hearing that the other party wanted to leave, he subconsciously blocked it with the rules set before, but he didn't expect the other party to agree easily.

Is it arrogant or arrogant.For a moment, Xiaoyue Xianzun looked at Chu Feng with unusual eyes.

"Could it be that the immortal is going to test and teach the poor here?"

Chu Feng asked with a smile.

In the middle of the night, a group of people were standing in the yard, the atmosphere was a bit strange.

Xiaoyue Xianzun smiled sweetly, and the courtyard was filled with brilliance. She raised her slender hand, which did not touch the spring water, and pointed to the right, "Prince Daoist, please"

Chu Feng raised his eyes and saw that there were many flower pots placed on a field the size of a basketball court, with an overwhelming aroma. On both sides were tables made of unknown materials, each with seven or eight tables, and some drinks, pens, ink, paper and inkstones were placed on them. , Exquisite Dim Sum.

If he didn't know that all the people present were monks, Chu Feng would really have thought that he had arrived at a night banquet and poetry meeting in the Tang Dynasty.

I randomly chose a seat and sat down. I smelled a pungent smell. I turned around and saw Xiao Huohuo, whose face was about to wrinkle into dough.

"Taoist Priest, I don't know what happened. My cultivation is constantly declining, and dirty things are constantly flowing out of my body. Look."

Xiao Huohuo grabbed the inside of the clothes with his hands, and took them out again. It was a bunch of black things.From time to time, yellow water with a foul smell dripped out, which was very disgusting.

Before Chu Feng could speak, he heard a soft voice.

"Don't panic. Those who are not very advanced in cultivation will be rejected by the Confucian and Taoist laws. It will be fine as time goes by."

Looking up, it was Xiaoyue Xianzun who had already taken his seat.

This mature, elegant and feminine fairy is holding a glass of wine with a smile on his face.

Is this the Immortal Venerable, or the Demon Venerable?A strange idea came to Chu Feng's mind.

"That's it. Is there a place to take a shower?"

Xiao Huohuo, who was overwhelmed by his stench, asked loudly.

Chu Feng shook his head, and with a little finger, Xiao Huohuo became the size of a firefly.

"Daozhang, why have I become smaller!"

Xiao Huohuo was shocked, just after he finished speaking, his body fell into the wine glass uncontrollably, and he was overwhelmed inside.

After a while, Xiao Huohuo suddenly became bigger and returned to his position, with nothing on his body except the smell of alcohol.

At this time, a very handsome man sat up across from him, who looked a little familiar.

"Don't be talented Dongxuan, ask Chu Daochang for advice?"

Dongxuan seemed to be the first hero to board the cruise ship on the shore.Could it be that he was not convinced that he stole his limelight?A person with such an elegant appearance can't be so brainless.

Chu Feng was puzzled, but a warm smile appeared on his face.

"There is no need to ask for advice. There is no superiority in literary talent. Just communicate and communicate."

Dongxuan smiled casually, arched his hands around, and was about to speak, but the feminine voice of Xiaoyue Xianzun interrupted him.

"After singing and dancing, it's never too late to communicate"

Dongxuan's body shook, and An'an sat down.

Xiaoyue Xianzun waved his jade hand lightly, and a little bit of starlight fell from the sky. When it was about to touch the ground, it formed a graceful figure. Suddenly, the figure exploded and turned into a little bit of stars, flying towards the sky. Above the sky, Turned into a woman dressed in purple, her every move was extremely beautiful.

This woman is none other than Fairy Yeyue who led Chu Feng here before.

A piece of light rain dances, and the woman under the moon sometimes raises her wrists and lowers her eyebrows, sometimes lightly relaxes her hands. She closes the fan in her hand and holds it, like a dragon painting a painting with a pen, her jade sleeves are full of wind, elegant and vigorous.The sound of music is clear and calm in the ears, and the folding fan in the hand is like a wonderful pen or a silk string, turning, flicking, opening, closing, twisting, rounding, and bending, and the flowing water moves like a dragon and flies like a phoenix.

"Fairy Yeyue is worthy of her title, under the night moon, she is full of fairy spirit"

"On the ancient road of Confucianism and Taoism, the one who is slightly inferior to Xiaoyue Immortal Lord is Yeyue Fairy"

"Singing and dancing, my heart is shaken"

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All kinds of words of praise blurted out from the mouths of the gifted scholars present.

The dance lasted for a quarter of an hour before it stopped.

Fairy Yeyue gave a salute in the air and came down from the cloud, and Chu Feng and Xiao Huohuo sat down on the side of the desk.

Fairy Yezhong actually took the initiative to stay by Chu Feng's side.

Many people secretly regret why they don't have Chu Feng's talent.

"Master, please"

Fairy Yeyue held the wine glass in her plain hand and sent it to Chu Feng.

As an old-fashioned traveler, Chu Feng is used to not eating or drinking outside, so he politely refused when he saw this: "The poor Taoist is a monk, so he can't drink."

Fairy Yeyue's expression froze, but she quickly recovered and put down the wine glass pretending to be okay.

The eyeballs of the gifted scholars almost didn't pop out, and someone refused the toast offered by Fairy Yeyue.

Xiao Huohuo, who smelled of alcohol, said with his tongue out, "Fairy, I'm not a monk, I can drink."

Fairy Yeyue smiled and said nothing.

Embarrassed, Xiao Huohuo lowered his head and pretended to be an ostrich.

On the opposite side, Mr. Dongxuan stood up and looked at Chu Feng with jealousy. He was one of Fairy Yeyue's suitors. Fairy Yeyue had always treated him indifferently. He thought that the other party's personality was just like this. In that scene, he felt insulted.

As a dignified noble son, the object of admiration by countless scholars, even though he was unhappy in every way, he still had a smile on his face.

"The talent of the Taoist priest is rare in the world. Dongxuan takes back what he asked for advice just now, and asks the Taoist priest to give a few poems passed on to the country for us to look up to."

Just now Chu Feng and Xiaoyue Xianzun had agreed to come up with three national-level poems. Dongxuan said this, no doubt he wanted to consume Chu Feng's poem inventory.

On the first seat, Xianzun Xiaoyue was holding the wine glass, a trace of displeasure flashed in her beautiful eyes, how could she not see Dongxuan's little Jiujiu with her wisdom.

Just as he was about to make two things into one, Dongxuan's voice sounded again.

"Xiaoyue Xianzun once wrote a poem in seven steps when he was young, I don't know if he can do it when he is older?"

Poetry in seven steps?

At this moment, the scholars present, even fools, could see that Dongxuan deliberately made things difficult for Chu Feng.

However, they came from the same origin as Dongxuan, and they had no reason to help outsiders, and they all put on a posture of watching the show.

The Xiaoyue Immortal above him also seemed to be interested, playing with the wine glass with a playful expression on his face.

Under the moonlight, Chu Feng's eyes swept across the crowd and stopped on Dong Xuan.

"Why make a poem in seven steps, wouldn't it be better to make a poem in one step!"

One step at a time, Fairy Yeyue was full of surprise.

The amusement on Xiaoyue Immortal's face became even more intense.

All the scholars present were dumbfounded.

Xiao Huohuo looked at Chu Feng with admiration.

Arrogant, too arrogant!
For the first time, a sneer appeared on Dongxuan's face.

"Fellow Daoist Chu, what I'm talking about is passing on national-level poems, so don't make up for it."

Chu Feng laughed and said, "The worst is the national level."

At this moment, everyone's expressions, including Dongxuan and Xiaoyue Immortal Master, froze. The worst is to pass on national-level poetry, but when it comes to passing on national-level poetry, it's like cabbage!

(End of this chapter)