Holy Son is too loud

Murong Yao noticed that there were many people on the flower boat gathered together, talking loudly, not knowing what they were doing.

"It should be a poetry meeting."

The boatman said with a smile: "Every once in a while, Miss Qingyue will invite some talents to hold a poetry meeting, and make friends with poetry."

"I see."

Murong Yao nodded and looked at Qin Changge, "It seems very interesting, Holy Son, why don't we go up and have a look?"

"This is a private party, we go without an invitation, and it is impolite."

Qin Changge said lightly.

"Oh." Murong Yao was a little disappointed, but what Qin Changge said was not unreasonable.

"Haha, it is rumored that Miss Qingyue is beautiful and beautiful, and has a brilliant literary talent. In the next day, Huang Shijie from Thunder Gate will come to visit!"

At this moment, a voice sounded.

A blue thunder flashed across the water with great momentum. Wherever it passed, the water waves flew, and the flower boats swayed endlessly. Some people even fell into the water without standing still.

Exclamations rang out.

"It's a cultivator!"

Liu Xuanfeng frowned slightly, glanced at the mortals who fell into the water, jumped up, scooped up those mortals one by one like a dragonfly on the water, and put them back on the boat.

"Son, is this the rude person you mentioned?" Murong Yao frowned.

"Ah."

Qin Changge nodded slightly, but information about Tianleimen appeared in his mind.

In the Daqian Dynasty, there were hundreds of cultivation forces, but the top four sects of cultivating immortals were Lingxu Pavilion, Shanhe Sect, Xuanzhen Sect and Zizai Sect.

And under the four major sects, there are some other sects, and Tianlei Sect is one of them. Not only that, this sect is rising rapidly, and there is a vague trend of the fifth sect.

Huang Shijie...

The name is somewhat familiar.

"Huang Shijie, No. 18 on the Talent List!"

Liu Xuanfeng, who had just finished saving people, returned to the boat and said.

After thanking Liu Xuanfeng, those mortals who fell into the water could only admit that they were unlucky. After all, they were only mortals, so how could they fight against a cultivator like Huang Shijie?

Only then did Qin Changge recall that in the information he read just now, there was this Huang Shijie, who was one of the most outstanding young immortal cultivators of Tianleimen's generation.

Flower boat.

Huang Shijie's arrival caused many people to stand up suddenly, with horror on their faces.

"It's a cultivator."

"An immortal cultivator will come to Miss Qingyue's poetry meeting."

Huang Shijie was dressed in a pitch-black robe, with thunderbolts flashing faintly on his body, his face was resolute, with sharp edges and corners, and his eyes were as sharp as a falcon.

But everyone who saw his eyes couldn't help feeling a little palpitating.

But now, those eyes were staring straight at a woman.

The woman looked to be in her early twenties, her eyes were watery, her skin was fat, and she wore a light blue dress that wrapped her exquisite figure with bumps.

Especially the teardrop mole under the eyebrows adds a bit of charm.

Even though Huang Shijie was used to seeing all kinds of beauties, when he saw each other, there was a touch of surprise in his eyes unconsciously.

"Miss Qingyue is really a shy flower in the closed moon, she is like a fish and a wild goose."

Huang Shijie gave a heartfelt admiration.

And Qingyue stood up and bowed gracefully, "I have met Mr. Huang, I never thought that my little poetry society could attract such a cultivator as Mr. You are really lucky."

"Miss Qingyue is famous far and wide, how could I not come?"

Huang Shijie smiled faintly. He came here this time with the intention of hunting for beauty.

Although he is an immortal cultivator, he is also a man of vigorous blood.

Indulging in beauty, he is willing.

"Also, I'm not the only immortal cultivator who came here this time."

Huang Shijie looked in the direction of Qin Changge and the others, "Several fellow Taoists, don't you want to come up for a gathering?"

Chapter 12 Water Melody

"Aren't fellow Taoists coming up for a gathering?"

Huang Shijie looked at Qin Changge and the others and said indifferently.

The rest of the people also looked over curiously, and Qingyue smiled lightly and said: "My elders, if you don't dislike it, why don't you come up and have a glass of wine?"

Murong Yao and the others looked at Qin Changge.

Especially Murong Yao, with earnest eyes, she wanted to board this big flower boat just now.

"Then we will be disrespectful."

Qin Changge said indifferently, his figure jumped, and lightly boarded the flower boat several meters high, and the rest of them followed suit.

As for the original boatman, he was already stunned.

Unexpectedly, he actually picked up a few immortal cultivators.

This, this... You must brag about it with your colleagues when you go back.

On the flower boat, Qingyue asked people to prepare a few more seats to entertain Qin Changge and others.

"Fellow daoists, since you're here, you might as well take off your masks and be honest with each other." Huang Shijie said lightly.

And as the mask was taken off, Qin Changge's true face was revealed, and a strange color appeared in Qingyue's eyes, the son is unparalleled, nothing more.

"I'm from Liu Xuanfeng of Zizaimen."

Liu Xuanfeng introduced a few people to everyone, and when the word Zizaimen came out, many people were in an uproar.

After all, this is one of the four sects of the Dagan Dynasty.

Huang Shijie also showed a playful smile, "Zizaimen, interesting."

And when Liu Xuanfeng introduced Qin Changge, everyone gasped and showed shock.

"The holy son of Zizaimen, Qin Changge, the reincarnation of the sword fairy!"

"Sure enough, she is as handsome as the rumors said, and the silver sword mark on her forehead must be the proof of the sword fairy's reincarnation."

"I didn't expect to be able to see the demeanor of the sword fairy here."

Everyone couldn't believe that ordinary cultivators would be such a big shot that they rarely come into contact with.

Not to mention, the Holy Son is a reincarnation of the Sword Immortal.

It's as if a poor man suddenly met the current emperor and sat down to eat with him.

"The reincarnation of the sword fairy..."

Huang Shijie looked at Qin Changge and sized him up.

Although Qin Changge had never been out of the Zizai sect, the name of the reincarnation of the sword fairy had already spread throughout the Daqian Dynasty, and he had naturally heard of it.

"Everyone, the poem will continue."

Seeing that everyone's thoughts were all on Qin Changge, Qingyue suggested that if this went on, everyone didn't have to do anything but just look at each other.

"it is good."

Everyone came back to their senses. Although they were still curious about the reincarnation of the sword fairy, they didn't keep looking at each other.

"Just now I have made a poem with the theme of 'lake' and 'mountain'. I think the moonlight is very beautiful today. How about writing a poem with the theme of 'moon' this time."

A young man sitting next to Huang Shijie smiled lightly.

"Okay, then follow what Brother Huang said."

"Ha, let's start then."

Everyone didn't refuse, and Huang Shijie, who was next to Brother Huang, had a smile on his face.

Then, everyone began to think hard.

"Brother, can you compose poetry?"

Murong Yao quietly asked Liu Xuanfeng, Ye Tianyi and others.

Liu Xuanfeng shook his head, and the rest of the people also looked at each other, embarrassed.

"I have been practicing in Zizai Sect for more than ten years, how can I write poetry?"

"me too."

"Wouldn't it be embarrassing?"

The so-called specialization in art, although they are immortal cultivators, but such poems and songs are their weakness, how can they compare with the talented scholars and beautiful ladies present?

"I'll come first."

A young man stood up and chanted loudly: "The moon moves upwards, and the time is exhausted..."

"it is good!"

"Not bad."

After a poem was written, everyone applauded and applauded, and the rest of them also spoke out their own poems one by one.

at this time.

Huang Shijie stood up and chanted loudly: "On a sunny day, there is endless spring, and the moon moves and the flowers and shadows pass by the courtyard. The clouds pass by the bamboo, and the building is filled with gold and wine."

As soon as this poem came out, everyone immediately showed endless aftertaste expressions.

"Good poetry, good poetry."

"As expected of an immortal, although this poem has only four lines, it arouses infinite reverie."

"Eternal masterpieces, nothing more than this."

Are the poems written by Huang Shijie very good?

Not exactly, but the point is that this poem was written by Huang Shijie.

This is different.

Even if it's not good, you have to say yes, if you don't dare to give the immortal face, you're tired of living.

"Wait, didn't you hear it? This poem is an acrostic poem."

A young man said with a smile: "The combination of the first words of these four lines of poetry is...the beauty of the clear moon!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was even more uproarious, looking at Miss Qingyue.

"This poem is for Miss Qingyue." Huang Shijie cupped his hands at Qingyue and smiled with affection in his eyes.

"Thank you sir."

Although Qingyue was a little surprised, she soon came back to her senses and smiled lightly.

Over the years, many high-ranking officials and dignitaries, including Wanghou Shijue, have done a lot of tricks to please her, and a hidden acrostic poem is nothing.

The only difference is that Huang Shijie is a cultivator.

Seeing Qingyue's unresponsive reaction, Huang Shijie frowned slightly, but then relaxed, he didn't believe that with his identity, he couldn't win a mortal woman.

"By the way, I don't know about the Zizaimen, but if there are any masterpieces, let us taste them."

Huang Shijie looked at Qin Changge and the others and smiled faintly.

Several people looked at each other.

In the end, only Murong Yao coughed twice, and said: "The moon shines brightly on the mountain, and the clouds and rain have created wind..."

She barely wrote a song, and in the eyes of everyone, it was neither good nor bad.

"That's it?"