Crazy Xiuxian, boundless magic power

Everyone turned around and saw a woman with flowers on her head, covered in pearls and jade, and with flowing white hair slowly pushing the door open.

She was seen wearing a light green feathered dress, walking towards him with light steps. The evening breeze blew, and her long hair fluttered in the wind, and her posture was as graceful as a willow leaf swaying in the wind.

Looking closely, her skin was as white as snow, her temperament was refined, and her face was as bright as the full moon in the sky.

The beauty walked slowly in the moonlight, independent and graceful.

Xiangjun's New Clothes

"Sister, come quickly, we're waiting for you." Hua Yan quickly stood up and urged.

"Sister, please walk faster, or we will eat up all the food soon." Qiao Yu said anxiously.

"Sister, you finally come out. Come and sit next to me." Shiqing said with a smile.

"Now that my sister is here, we are all complete." Huayi said with a smile.

Xiangjun had successfully gathered her soul four months ago. Since then, her three souls and seven spirits are complete, and all the scars on her body have disappeared. She can finally take off the yellow robe and put on the colorful green dress that her brother carefully customized for her.

As the humiliating yellow robe faded away, Xiangjun felt like she was reborn. The hostility in her heart gradually dissipated, and her appearance changed, becoming like a fairy.

Although my body is still cold, my heart is getting warmer and warmer.

Pretty Ghost

"I didn't even see you go out, how did you meet such a beautiful girl?"

The old monk's eyes were dazzled.

He could no longer recognize the red-robed female ghost, and only thought that this woman was really white.

"Master, you actually knew Xiangjun earlier than I did."

"Bullshit, when did I know her?"

"Hey, I won't tell you."

Chu Wen smiled and said, “Sister Xiangjun, let me introduce her to you.

"You have met Master and Xiu'er, and you are familiar with Shiqinghuayi and Huayanqiaoyu. This is Sister Qiutong, this is Sister Ziyan, and this is Miss Sun..."

Xiangjun smiled gently and nodded in greeting.

The old monk asked secretly: "Your name is Xiangjun? Do you know me?"

"Yes." Xiangjun nodded with a smile in her eyes.

"Where did you meet him?" the old monk was surprised.

Chu Wen quickly interrupted: "Xiangjun, don't say anything, let him guess."

The old monk glared at Chu Wen fiercely and guessed, "The pilgrims in the temple in the past?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Chu Wen nodded quickly.

The old monk looked suspicious and wanted to ask more questions, but Chu Wen quickly pulled Xiangjun away, made her sit down in the middle of the poetic and picturesque scene, and winked at her.

When the old monk saw this situation, he knew that he would never know the truth, because Chu Wen's mouth was harder than a dead duck, and it was harder than climbing to the sky to get any information from him.

Apart from her sweet talk and poetic beauty, no one knew that Xiangjun was a ghost, and a great ghost at that.

If other people knew about this, I'm afraid half of the people at the table would run away. There was no way Chu Wen was willing to say it out loud.

After the introduction, Xiangjun took a seat and everyone raised their glasses to celebrate the festival.

Chu Wen spent a lot of money today, and the table was full of delicious meat and vegetables, and everyone was happy.

After drinking a glass of wine, everyone ate meat or vegetables, and raised their glasses from time to time to congratulate each other.

Chu Wen discovered that Xiangjun could actually eat and drink, which broadened his horizons.

Little do people know that the soul-gathering ghost is not much different from a human.

The difference is that this body has no vitality and can only absorb the yin and yang energies from food.

Halfway through the banquet, Chu Wen, having had enough wine and food, said loudly:

"On this special day, we would like to invite Master to speak a few words. Please applaud!"

"Pah, pah, pah..."

“What the hell, you bastard, you just don’t want me to eat vegetables.” said the old monk after swallowing a piece of spiritual deer meat.

"Hahaha……"

"Giggle..."

The old monk's words caused a burst of laughter, and even Xiangjun pursed her lips in amusement.

"Master is being stingy. Since Master is unwilling to speak, I will compose a poem to make it complete tonight!"

When everyone saw that Chu Wen, who hadn't written poetry for a long time, was inspired to write poetry, except for the old monk, Xiu'er and Hua Yanqiaoyu, everyone put down their chopsticks.

Chu Wen stood up and looked up at the moon. He put one hand behind his back and raised the cup with the other, chanting affectionately:

"When will the bright moon appear? I raise my cup to ask the sky. I wonder what year it is in the palace of heaven."

When the poem reached this point, all the women cheered.

Chu Wen drank the wine in the cup, and continued to chant, taking advantage of the wine:

"I want to go back by the wind, but I'm afraid that Qionglou Yuyu will be too cold on the heights. Dance to find out the shadows, so it seems to be in the world."

At this time, except Xiu'er, the old monk and Hua Yanqiaoyu, everyone else was staring at Chu Wen in a daze.

"Turning around the red pavilion, lowering the beautiful window, shining on the sleepless. There should be no hatred, why does the moon always appear when we are parting?"

"People have sorrows and joys, and the moon is cloudy and clear. This matter is hard to come by in ancient times."

"May you live long."

"We share the beauty of the moon even though we are thousands of miles apart."

After Chu Wen finished chanting, the old monk suddenly slammed the table and shouted:

"Good! This poem is pretty reliable!"

Everyone laughed, and after laughing they all praised, and all kinds of flattery echoed throughout the backyard.

Only Xiangjun was touched by the words in the poem. She thought of her parents and tears welled up in her eyes.

With a poetic and picturesque expression, one of them took Xiangjun's hand and moved closer to her.

Xiangjun quickly wiped away her tears and nodded to the poetic and picturesque scene with a tearful smile.

She knew that from now on, she was no longer a wandering ghost, but... a family ghost.

Xiangjun wiped away her tears, held the wine glass, slowly stood up, looked at Chu Wen, and opened her mouth softly.

"May we live long and share the beauty of the moon, my brother is extremely talented. I offer a toast to him."

"Okay, okay, sister is not allowed to raise fish."

Chu Wen had just finished a glass of Shao Dao Li when Zi Yan, who was already slightly tipsy, stood up with a red face and said:

"Brother Chu is really amazing. He can recite such a beautiful sentence at will. I also want to toast Brother Chu."

"Don't drink too much, kid, or you'll get spanked when you get home."

"Humph! You are the child!"

Zi Yan drank the full cup of Shaodaozi in a fit of anger, choking and coughing repeatedly, which caused another round of laughter.

Bihe held the wine glass, slowly stood up, and looked at Chu Wen with stars in her eyes.

"I'll toast you, too."

"Bihe, you come join in the fun, I'm already drunk."

"Young Master is not allowed to raise fish." Bihe, who was always gentle, said coquettishly.

"Drink! Drink! Drink!"

Everyone started to make a fuss, and the old monk also started to scream like a ghost.

"Okay, okay, let's do it!"

"Master, Huayi and I haven't toasted you yet."

"Shiqing is good, let's go to the room to drink later."

"The master is partial. He drinks with everyone else but not with us."

“…Okay, okay, let’s do it!”

……

Huayan Qiaoyu rarely drinks, and her face is already red. The two of them start to tease:

"Master is awesome! One more song!"

"One more song! One more song!"

Chu Wen was drunk, he laughed loudly and chanted:

"The autumn moon turns into golden waves, and the flying mirror is polished again. I ask Chang'e with wine, what can I do when I am deceived by my white hair!"

"It's good to go with the wind, the sky is vast, and you can look down at the mountains and rivers."

"People say that if you cut off the swaying osmanthus leaves, there will be more clear light."

After the poem was finished, Xiangjun, Qiutong, Bihe and Ziyan were all mesmerized by the poetic sentiment and the artistic conception of the painting.

Xiangjun turned to look at Shiqing, her eyes full of shock and question, as if saying: Is he like this often?

Shiqing looked at Xiangjun, smiled and nodded.

Xiangjun looked back at Chu Wen in the moonlight and felt that his whole body was glowing.

"My brother's talent is unmatched in the world. I'd like to offer a glass to him." Su Qiuting stood up and said excitedly.

"All you know how to flatter is what kind of poem this is. It's bullshit. The first one is just okay." The old monk looked disgusted.

"Sister, you have to take responsibility for getting me drunk."

"Be responsible, be responsible, and don't keep fish!"

"Drink! Drink! Drink!"

……

"Master is awesome! One more song."

"Good! Sweet osmanthus flowers are floating on the sky, and the streets are full of them in the first month of the year. The night is as cool as water."

"The wind chills the beard and bones, and the man is in the Crystal Palace."

"The dragon is lying down, the palace is majestic, and the music is booming."

"Frost covers the ground, and I want to fly across the colorful clouds."

"I remember this evening last year, drinking wine in the pavilion by the stream, with the faint moon and clouds coming and going."

"The thousand miles of mountains and rivers were no longer a dream, but now the autumn scenery is so beautiful."

"The blue bird came from the west, and Chang'e told me that the wedding date is near."

"I send a message to my friends, don't let Guanghan down by getting drunk."

"Wow, Master is really awesome. Qiao Yu and I would like to toast you."

"Come on! Drink!"

……

"Master, please sing another song!"

"Mid-Autumn Moon."

"The moon is brighter during the Mid-Autumn Festival."

"It is so bright, how many do you know about it, the waxing and waning of the moon."

"The evening clouds have all disappeared, leaving behind a chilly chill; the Milky Way silently turns like a jade plate."

"May this life and this night last forever, so that we can see the bright moon together next year."

At this moment, Xiangjun was so shocked that she couldn't be more shocked. Her originally cold eyes widened into a round shape.

Except for the old monk and Xiu'er, everyone went crazy and took turns to urge others to drink.

Only Bihe secretly took out paper and pen and took notes quickly.