The flowers I planted have turned into people

This is really a narrow road to Yuanjia.

Chi Xing walked over directly.

Lu Chuan, who was talking to the staff, saw Chi Xing, and his smiling face, which was as warm as a spring breeze, immediately turned gloomy.

He stared at Chi Xing's back, not even hearing what the staff around him were saying.

The staff found it strange, and turned two steps to see what the movie star Lu Chuan was looking at, but they suddenly fell into a pair of gloomy eyes.

The staff were taken aback.

Is this still the gentle and talented actor in the entertainment industry?

Lu Chuan looked at the staff again at this time, and laughed again in an instant: "Sorry, I thought of something bad just now."

"Oh." The staff suppressed the suspicion in their hearts and nodded in understanding, "When you perform..."

After Chi Xing went to the bathroom, he took a special look to see if Lu Chuan was still in the aisle.

Not seeing Lu Chuan, he breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the exhibition center with a basket.

At this time, the convention and exhibition center was already very lively. At a glance, the crowd included not only business elites in suits and leather shoes, but also delicate sister groups, and even a team of school students in uniform who followed the teachers in line.

Chi Xing looked down at the phone, the task was still not completed, but the reason why he didn't leave was that Chrysanthemum's condition was much better.

At nine o'clock, a host stood on the stage, holding a microphone and speaking with a smile: "Welcome everyone to take time out of your busy schedule to participate in our chrysanthemum exhibition. The Double Ninth Festival is a traditional folk festival in Greater China. According to legend, the Eastern Han Dynasty During that period, in a village by the Ru River, there lived a young man named Huan Jing..."

Following the host's narration, on the stage, Lu Chuan put on clothes and began to perform a stage play with people dressed as Taoists.

That Taoist Chi Xing had seen him before, he was one of the Taoist priests who went to the flower shop that day.

Accompanied by the music and the host's narration, a whole legend of the Double Ninth Festival was fully interpreted.The children below watched intently one by one and applauded.

At this time, the host began to ask questions: "The story is over, who can tell me how the person in the story defeated the plague god? If the answer is correct, you can choose a small gift from me."

The children raised their hands frantically, and the answer was chrysanthemum wine.

Chi Xing took the time to look at the status of Chrysanthemum and Chrysanthemum, and the small characters on it changed: "Chrysanthemum is very happy..."

Do flowers also like to listen to stories?

Chi Xing understood why Juhua didn't want him to leave.

He continues to stand below as a spectator.

The question and answer session ended at this time, and the host on the stage said the next session: "Next, our Mr. Lu Chuan will play a game of reciting ancient poems with the audience. Interested audiences can raise their hands. Mr. Lu Chuan will randomly Click to choose 5 audience members to go on stage together."

The girls below started to scream, and it was clear from the level of enthusiasm that they came here specially for Lu Chuan.They pulled up a banner that said "Chuan Chuan flies with confidence, Chuan Bei will always be with you", and raised their mobile phones to take pictures and videos.

On the stage, Lu Chuan put his long sword behind his back in a good manner, and stood with his hands behind his back, walked to the edge of the stage to choose someone to come on stage.

The first four were all ordered, and when it was the last one's turn, Lu Chuan's voice came through the headset: "I will give the last spot to my former colleague in the circle, Chi Xing."

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone looked around in the crowd.

In the end, it was a fan of Lu Chuan who saw Chi Xing and muttered in a low voice: "Chi Xing, a big grievance, hasn't quit the circle yet? Why are you still trying to catch our brother Chuan's popularity!"

Other fans also said: "That's right, Brother Chuan's announcement this time was given by the city government. How would Chi Xing know?"

There was even a bold girl who directly said to Chi Xing: "Our brother is willing to give you the opportunity to show his face because he is kind. Don't think that brother has any special thoughts about you. Tsk, with your education level, you can recite How many poems are there?"

Being ridiculed face to face by the young lady, Chi Xing raised his head and glanced at Lu Chuan, and a very gentle male voice suddenly sounded in his ear: "I want to hear, I want to hear you recite poems."

who is talking?

Chi Xing looked around, and the voice said again: "I am Jinsi Huangju."

Chi Xing looked down at the chrysanthemum in his hand.

At this time, the flower buds of the Golden Silk Chrysanthemum have stretched a little, and the three golden-like petals are upturned, obviously about to open.

"Can I listen to your reciting poems?" The buds of the golden chrysanthemum trembled and asked softly.Carefully, as if afraid of being rejected.

But how could Chi Xing refuse?He came here just to make Jinsi Huangju happy.

Chi Xing stood on the stage with a basin in his hand, faced Lu Chuan, and stretched out his hand: "Long time no see, Lu Chuan."

Lu Chuan's generous attitude caused a glimmer of light to flash across Lu Chuan's eyes. He held Chi Xing's hand and shook it politely.

The rule of the game is that one person can say a poem about chrysanthemums, and the person who can't say it will lose.

Six people stood in a row, and Chi Xing was the last one.Starting from the common song "Picking Chrysanthemums Under the Eastern Fence" in Tao Yuanming's "Twenty Poems on Drinking Alcohol", it has been rounded for 3 rounds.

The second person is eliminated and steps down.

Then in the fourth round, the third person was eliminated.

By the fifth round, only Lu Chuan and Chi Xing were left on stage.

Two people you say one song, I say one song.Chi Xing remained calm until beads of sweat left on Lu Chuan's forehead.

"What's going on? Why hasn't Chi Xing stepped down yet?" Below, Lu Chuan's fans were puzzled.

"Yeah, I still remember that in a variety show, we also recited poems. At that time, our brother beat Chi Xing."

The show that the fans are talking about is the most famous variety show on Fruit Channel.At that time, Chi Xing was covering his stomach while talking, saying that it was a stomachache. Lu Chuan asked if he had eaten his stomach.

At that time, it was the dinner provided by the program group to the guests, and Chi Xing felt like it, so he nodded. How did he know that the pain in his stomach would no longer be as soon as he stepped off the stage.

But the game was over by this time, and afterward Chi Xing was bullied by the show host on the spot, saying that he was not as culturally rich as Lu Chuan and couldn't afford to lose.

That night, Chi Xing was slammed by black fans.

It just so happened that it was Lu Chuan's turn. Lu Chuan was silent for a while, and suddenly put his hand on his stomach.

The fans below were suddenly nervous: "Our brother doesn't have a stomachache, does he?"

This scene reminded Chi Xing of what happened on the previous variety show.

If Lu Chuan had raised a kid at that time, his stomach hurt at that time, it must be Lu Chuan's fault, right?

What did Lu Chuan do this time?

Chi Xing didn't say a word, but stared at Lu Chuan with indifferent black eyes.

However, Lu Chuan suddenly moved his hand away from his stomach naturally, and said, "During our poetry competition last time, your stomach hurt, is it because you are nervous?"

Chi Xing smiled: "Am I nervous, don't you know?"

Lu Chuan also laughed: "How would I know that?"

As he spoke, Lu Chuan touched a Buddhist bead bracelet on his wrist.Suddenly, a black light flew towards Chi Xing's belly.

Chi Xing saw the light.

He frowned slightly, and dodged sideways.The black light also turned a corner and continued to fly towards him.

It was only at this time that Lu Chuan began to read poems, taking it easy: "The height of the platform is endless to see the maple leaves, so why sit on chrysanthemums in the courtyard."

Seeing that the black light was about to fly into Chi Xing's body, Lu Chuan smiled complacently.

He specially tested that Chi Xing didn't bring anything powerful with him today.

Chi Xing is going to die today!

A sternness flashed across Lu Chuan's eyes.

Chi Xing also knew that the black light was not a good thing. The problem was that he didn't bring Meng Zhang out today.Fortunately, the speed of the black light was very slow. In order to save himself, Chi Xing could only walk towards Lu Chuan suddenly and snatch the sword from Lu Chuan's hand.

In order to avoid the black light, when he got the sword, Chi Xing's eyes changed slightly, and he began to chant: "The cloud scene is good today, the water is green and the autumn mountains are bright."

The reporters and audience below were stunned.

The young man on the stage, holding a sword in his left hand and a flower basket in his right, started a sword dance? !

The originally plain face became alive at this moment because of the drunkenness and sharpness between the eyebrows and eyes.

"Carrying a pot to drink the flowing clouds, and the chrysanthemums to bloom in the cold."

This is a poem by Li Bai.

It tells about his lonely mood of drinking alone and picking chrysanthemums as companions.

Chi Xing's voice is three points soft and three points pleasant: "The earth is far away from the pines and stones, and the wind is blowing the strings and pipes are clear..."

A fake sword actually made a sound.

The three old people who had chatted with Chi Xing before laughed: "This young man has some skills, sword dance is good."

"Like a trained one!"

Only the one in overalls was frowning: "Lao Li and Zhang, do you have a grudge between Lu Chuan and the young man? How can you use the death curse to harm him?"

"What?" Both Lao Zhang and Lao Li changed their faces.

They know that the old brothers around them are from the Miaojiang side of Yunnan. They have experienced many bizarre events when they were young, and they can see some things there with their eyes.

But they didn't expect that someone would use this thing to harm people in broad daylight.

Now standing under the stage, Zhu Lie, a Taoist priest who performed with Lu Chuan before, saw Chi Xing being chased, holding the saber in his hand, with an expression of watching the show.

Both his master and younger brother regarded Chi Xing as the door knocking on the road of immortality, but he was the only one who thought Chi Xing was a mortal.

It was a coincidence that the green radish appeared before!

Otherwise, how would you explain that Chi Xing only knew how to hide from the Death Curse?

At this time, Chi Xing's poem had reached the last line.

"Looking at the cup of tea and looking at the happy face, laughing alone and pouring out on yourself!"

In the closed room, a gust of wind suddenly blew up at this moment.

The Golden Silk Chrysanthemum in Chi Xing's hand stretched its petals and suddenly bloomed when he raised his hand and twirled.

All the chrysanthemums in the arena stretched out all the buds that have not yet opened at this moment.The light chrysanthemum fragrance lingers on the tip of everyone's nose, converging into a flowing golden shimmer, sinking into the body of Jin Si Huang Chrysanthemum.

Two phantoms condensed behind Chi Xing, and one of them said, "Prick it!"

Chi Xing turned around in an instant, thrust out the long sword in his hand, and ended the action with a beautiful return sword.

At that moment, Chi Xing heard a wanton and carefree smile in his ear, as if someone in a white shirt held his wrist with a flagon in his hand and stabbed out a long sword.

A strange wanton and deep voice sounded: "Kill one person in ten steps, and never stay behind for a thousand miles~"

"Careful, happy, an old friend invites you, and a certain one goes to the date."

The black light dissipated instantly under the spiritual light.

Lu Chuan looked at the broken beads, then at the two phantoms behind Chi Xing, his face was pale.