This seven-character quatrain encompasses eight elegances.
Even... the four major families of Plum, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum were integrated into one another.
The most shocking thing is that the last sentence shows Jiang Xiaobai's sky-high arrogance at this moment.
The flowing and pouring water is mixed with the ice mist, making the entire venue even more beautiful.
The ancestor who wrote poetry and the ancestor who wrote books stood up at the same time.
Looking at the poems on the ice, I was completely moved.
The handwriting was so exquisite and the verses were so beautiful that even the two of them couldn't help but exclaim.
The ancestor of chess also looked heavy.
Jiang Xiaobai uses himself as a chess piece and can always find the weakness in his chess game and break it with one blow.
As more pieces fall.
Jiang Xiaobai's figure was still swaying in front of the ice.
Soon eight ice bowls were on display.
The fire source was turbulent, the ice mist turned into water, and while it was boiling, Jiang Xiaobai's soul power pulled him to come for the tea buds hovering over the old tea man.
During the wash, it fell into the ice bowl.
Is it over? No, flowers are moving all around.
A petal falls perfectly into each ice bowl.
"Tea please!"
As Jiang Xiaobai waved his hand, eight ice bowls landed in front of the eight ancestors.
The expression of the tea ancestor changed, and he also threw out the tea bowl.
Then he picked up the Jiang Xiaobai ice bowl.
In the mouth, the aroma of tea enters the throat with spiritual power. When the tea is gone, the ice bowl melts and enters the throat as well.
One hot and one cold, it's like the tea is completely locked into the body.
The ancestor who was tea was stunned, then took a deep breath and stopped talking.
He lost.
"Go ahead and invite me to drink!"
Jiang Xiaobai's voice sounded again, and the sword and bamboo in his hand did not stop at all, but began to move on the surrounding ice.
Just when the wine ancestor was about to do something, Jiang Xiaobai's voice sounded: "It's too slow, I'll take it myself!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a whole jar around Ancestor Jiu, and he was led away by Jiang Xiaobai.
Holding a wine jar in one hand and a bamboo sword in the other.
What a courage.
As the strong liquor enters the throat, the surrounding music changes.
You can see that Nan Yan's face is pale.
She wanted to hold on.
She didn't want to affect Jiang Xiaobai's current state, but she was almost at her limit at this moment.
Buzz!
As the sound of the piano of the ancestor Weiqin changed, and with the stirring of an astonishing spiritual power, Nan Yan's figure trembled and retreated.
But as soon as she took two steps back, her waist was hugged, and at the same time as the warmth came, a sound like a flute sounded again.
The ancestor who played the piano was stunned for a moment and saw Jiang Xiaobai blowing the flute in Nan Yan's hand.
Nan Yan was stunned, her hands flying on the flute.
But there is still something unnatural under that veil.
This is the flute she just played!
The ancestor of Weiqin was stunned.
Um?
Is this okay?
But can Jiang Xiaobai keep blowing this whistle?
He didn't believe it.
After all, the ancestor of wine also held a wine jar and persisted.
But at this moment, a shocking scene appeared, and another guqin suddenly played music.
The ancestor who was Qin turned his head and was shocked again.
That is a phase body.
The huge sword pierced the ground.
Sitting in front of Ji Fengxi, she strummed the strings.
"Ha ha!"
Jiang Xiaobai smiled heartily, and when he let go of the sluggish Nan Yan, he raised his hand, and a wine jar next to the ancestor of wine was pulled towards him again. While raising his hand to continue drinking, the sword and bamboo in his hand still moved.
"My flowers are ready!"
At this time, the ancestor's voice sounded.
"What a coincidence, mine is cured too!"
While Jiang Xiaobai smiled, he flicked the bamboo sword in his hand, and a large amount of ice mist flew up from the surrounding ice cubes again. At the same time, the surrounding flowers moved again, and at that moment, they were rolled in.
Everyone present was stunned at the same time.
There were sixteen female figures, which looked lifelike.
Ji Fengxi covered her red lips.
She knows most of these people.
Because it also includes herself.
Yes, starting from Su Jinyu, followed by Lin Shiyun, Cheng Yun, Gong Xinyue, Lu Xiaoyu, Zhu Sang, Katie, Ji Fengxi, Wu Qingzhu, and Wang Qianqian.
There were five people in the back whom she didn't recognize.
And the five people she didn't recognize were Xiao Yi, Yuanyun, Huang Lingyue, Tang Qing, and Jiang Ge.
Using ice sculptures as vases, what beauty is revealed when the ice mist falls.
The whole audience was stunned.
Even the ancestor who was a flower was stuck there.
Jiang Xiaobai smiled as the sword and bamboo in his hand continued to wander on the ground.
When the ancestor who painted the painting was putting pen to paper, Jiang Xiaobai also stepped on it, and the ice mist was flying, and the whole audience watched.
Sluggish again.
In fact, Jiang Xiaobai's paintings are very simple.
What is painted is only the shadow of fifteen figures.
But the shadows set off by the fifteen ice sculptures are absolutely stunning.
The ancestor who painted the painting originally planned to show his painting, but at this moment he stopped.
He sighed and picked up the ice bowl in front of him to drink tea.
The moment it entered his throat, his eyes opened.
this……
The other defeated ancestors also took a sip of the ice tea at this moment, with equally surprised expressions.
Shaking his head and sighing, only three of the eight ancestors were left.
For wine.
For chess.
For the piano.
But looking at the state, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on for long.
Just as they thought.
The sword in Jiang Xiaobai's hand suddenly became sharper, and as he moved, the shadows of the sword scattered around him.
When only the ancestor of Qin was left, Jiang Xiaobai's figure landed beside the Qin.
As the body disappeared, Jiang Xiaobai took action himself.
His spiritual power was turbulent, and his incredible aura was expanding, but what he was playing at the moment was also the harmony.
Nan Yan looked at the flute in her hand.
She knew that Jiang Xiaobai was giving her a chance.
Taking a deep breath, she stood next to Jiang Xiaobai. Under the protection of Jiang Xiaobai's aura, the moving flute sounded again.
Ethereal and moving.
The spiritual energy was also rushing, as if sweeping the entire place.
Jiang Xiaobai sat there with a smile on his face, harmonizing with one hand, and holding the wine jar with the other hand to continue drinking.
Jar after jar.
In less than a moment, the wine ancestor leaned on the chair holding the wine jar and stopped drinking.
If he persists, he can persist for a while.
But he was convinced.
He could see that Jiang Xiaobai still had enough energy.
But the moment he was convinced also represented intoxication.
Without fighting power, it means he loses.
Jiang Xiaobai naturally noticed the ancestor giving up for the sake of wine, but he did not stop and continued drinking.
It's rare to enjoy it like this.
It's rare to feel so comfortable.
He likes it.
He really likes it.
Music moves life, life goes as you wish.
Within the bounds, he stumbled and suffered constant setbacks.
During this rare pause, he wanted to indulge more.
Get lost in this music once.
So even though it is just a harmony, the unspeakable artistic conception stirs everyone's heartstrings.
Who is he...?
The ancestor of Qin also felt something. He prolonged the music that was supposed to end.
No more hostility.
Just a mild ensemble.
After a long, long time, as the last note fell.
The entire area fell completely silent.
Some of it may still be the scattering of ice mist.
And the surge of spiritual power.
After a few seconds of silence, boom!
The sound of applause went straight into the sky.
Fighting the Eight Ancestors.
Jiang Xiaobai alone controls the overall situation.
What does that feel like?
Someone down there has tears in his eyes.
Some people burst into tears.
That was a touch.
A feeling of respecting a good man.
Of course, there is also a heroic and everlasting touch.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Jiang Xiaobai's figure, as the jar of wine fell again.
Jiang Xiaobai stood up.
"There are many people coming from outside the world. The search for a wife is full of hardships and a struggle with the sky."
"I want to break through the waves..."
Having said this, Jiang Xiaobai looked at the wine jar in his hand and said with a smile: "The sweet and sweet wine will go into your throat!"
After saying that, Jiu Jin also rushed up and fell down. But at this time, Nan Yan reacted quickly and hugged Jiang Xiaobai in her arms.
"So soft..."
Jiang Xiaobai murmured and closed his eyes.
He wanted to take a nap.
But Nan Yan's face under the veil was unnatural, and she pushed Jiang Xiaobai's head to the other side...