After reading a poem, the ancestor of poetry looked around with a smile on his face.
There were more people this time than in previous years.
As far as I could see, almost everything in the dark place was filled with people.
He said with a smile: "Next, please enjoy a Jinghong dance. After the dance, our association will officially begin!"
The sound fell, and the ancestor of the piano directly plucked the strings.
The music was moving again, and a dozen women in long skirts were seen walking out from behind.
When Jiang Xiaobai saw the woman taking the lead, he couldn't help but look surprised.
Because that was Ji Fengxi.
With a smile on her brows, Ji Fengxi moved with the music, vividly displaying the unique softness of a woman.
The music may be moving.
But in Jiang Xiaobai's opinion, the dance was even more moving.
That's right, Ji Fengxi's graceful figure, with her long black hair and long skirt swaying, has an indescribable charm.
Coupled with the fact that there are more than a dozen people behind him, the performance is even more outstanding.
The eyes of the people watching here became mesmerized at the same time.
A stunning dance, with fairy postures in it.
beautiful!
It's so beautiful that I can't even think of words to describe it.
When Ji Fengxi was on the stage, her eyes were smiling. There were many people, but there was only one person in her sight.
When the song ends, the dance falls.
After Ji Fengxi left with the others, the people present seemed still intoxicated by the dancing.
"Xiao Baizi, what do you have to say?"
The nine-tailed cat admired and looked at Jiang Xiaobai.
"Oh, this... my wife!"
Jiang Xiaobai said briefly.
Zhu Qing heard clearly from the side and was stunned for a moment, followed by a wry smile and envy.
But he was not jealous.
Because in his opinion, the two people are really a perfect match.
"Next, the association officially begins!"
At this moment, the voice of the ancestor of poetry sounded.
As he spoke, he raised his hand, and as the space rippled, stone pillars rose up one after another in the direction behind him.
There are lots of things on top.
From exquisite boxes to books, from martial arts to weapons, everything is available.
"This time is the reward we prepared for Douzu!"
The ancestor of the poem said with a smile: "Ba Kui can come on stage to challenge any one or more of us!"
"If you are successful, you can get the same reward. Of course, if it is higher, there will be no restrictions!"
Yes, being a leader can also be colorful.
In particular, you can invite fellow players, and most of them challenge two or three people.
Of course, there is also one person, but this has become very rare in the traditional association.
"Next, which leader will fight first!"
The old voice fell, and everyone present immediately looked around.
"I'll do it!"
As the voice fell, the eyes of everyone present couldn't help but focus at the same time.
I saw two figures landing first.
Jiang Xiaobai took a look and found that it was Mei Danqing, and there was a middle-aged man beside him.
Apparently he was someone Mei Danqing found to work with him.
After Mei Danqing stood there, he looked around and locked on the two ancestors: "I challenge calligraphy and poetry!"
After the words fell, the two ancestors responsible for writing poems walked out at the same time.
As the two tables were set down, two pieces of rice paper were spread out at the same time.
Of course, pen and ink inkstones also exist.
Mei Danqing stood in front of the table and looked at the ancestor who was also standing opposite: "Let's start!"
As the words fell, clear water flowed down, and the ink sticks rubbed on the inkstone.
The moment the ink was finished, Mei Danqing chose a writing brush on the pen stand, and the moment his hand slid towards the rice paper, the middle-aged man who was working with him began to recite poetry.
Mei Danqing's hand is on the rice paper, and the ink is moving.
That's exactly what I wrote.
The same is true for the two ancestors here.
In an instant, two streams of spiritual power circled like a dragon roaring.
Yes, every font written there seems to be full of spirituality, jumping and moving.
Jiang Xiaobai looked at it with a strange expression. This ink should be special. Through the confluence of spiritual powers, he could completely pull it out.
Coupled with the smelting of artistic conception, this splendid scene was created.
Poetry is a good part of it.
Good handwriting is also an important part.
The people watching below all looked surprised.
Dou Zu.
It is undoubtedly the most exciting part of the association.
Mei Danqing's book is a perfect prologue.
When the ink runs out.
The pen and ink in the air are intertwined and turned into two volumes of poetry.
When it comes to calligraphy, Mei Danqing's style carries a heroic spirit.
There is a sense of sophistication and vicissitudes in the behavior of the ancestor who wrote the book.
When it comes to poetry, the poem about plum blossoms, willows and rivers is rich in the spirit of spring.
The ancestor of poetry used the bright moon to compose poems, which was even more elegant.
After a while, the spiritual energy was exhausted, and Mei Danqing's calligraphy and ink fell down, while the ancestor's calligraphy and ink blended with the artistic conception and lit up in the dark night, really like thousands of stars.
Mei Danqing had no choice but to fight the Eight Ancestors, but he didn't really expect to win.
But when the gap appeared, a bitter smile inevitably appeared on the face. The people with the association bowed in the direction of the two ancestors and said: "I lost!"
After saying that, he walked straight away.
The two ancestors smiled and returned to their seats. At this time, the ancestor who wrote the poem raised his head and said, "Who is coming?"
"I'll do it!"
The voice fell, and two teachers came up.
The two of them looked to be middle-aged, but judging from the jade pendants they wore, the leader had already reached the level of respecting his master.
Such an age.
Respecting a teacher is rare.
The other one, judging from the jade pendant he wore, was a mysterious master.
The two of them stand on the stage, giving people a sense of elegance.
"The two of us, challenge letter and tea!"
While the leader in charge was talking, Jiang Xiaobai suddenly became interested.
He knows how to compete.
But he wanted to see how to fight for this tea.
As the two ancestors of the book and the tea came out at the same time.
Jiang Xiaobai found that the ancestor who made tea put his hands on it, and the clear spring and teapot that made tea were floating and falling.
At the same time, different tea buds rolled.
It started with a sound.
As a writer, two people write a volume together.
The two people fighting for tea, in the turmoil of their spiritual power, drew the spring and raised the fire. In an instant, the spring water mixed with the tea leaves and submerged into the boiling pot.
Jiang Xiaobai looked carefully and found that the tea buds extracted by the two people were different, and there were certain differences in the techniques.
As time passes.
When the aroma of tea spread, the two people writing started writing at the same time.
"Tea please!"
The two people fighting over tea also spoke at the same time.
Suddenly the aroma of tea was strong, the tea cup was circling, and two cups of tea fell on both sides.
"please!"
The four of them raised their cups and spoke in unison, then began to taste the tea.
After a while, the four people put down their teacups.
"We lost!"
From the leader's side, a secret sigh sounded.
Comparing calligraphy, both calligraphy looks very exquisite, but as the ancestor of calligraphy, his writing style is obviously more rhyming.
The tea brewed by the ancestor of tea is more fragrant and richer, making people have endless aftertaste.
And through the stimulation of spiritual power, the tea aroma is more dissolved in the water.
Have to accept it.
As the two left, the two ancestors also returned to their locations.
"The leader below should work hard. Don't wait until the end. There are so many rewards and you can't give away any of them!"