"I was just joking with my junior brother, but I didn't expect you to take it seriously. Anyway, since junior brother Fa Yi is so generous, I will thank you on behalf of everyone here, hehe."
When Luo Fengwu said this, everyone who had taken advantage naturally agreed and expressed their thanks.
"You..." Fa Yi felt aggrieved, but with his arrogant personality, he was never willing to go back on his words. He just stared at the proud Luo Fengwu with hatred, wishing he could fight him for three hundred rounds immediately and kill him.
Trampled hard underfoot.
"Ahem, Amitabha, it's a beautiful day and the wine is ready. Everyone, why don't we get started."
Seeing this, Fa Hai quickly stretched out Fa Yi's monk's robe, coughed dryly, and changed the subject.
Everyone naturally agreed.
So, seventeen young talents sat around in the flower hall downstairs of Qimei Zhai, quietly admiring the snow scene of the plum forest with fluttering snowflakes, and began to conceive.
The participating male cultivators were seated from left to right, including Xiang Tiange, the fifth young master of the Xiang Chu family, Liu Yiwu, the fourth young master of the Liu Han family, Yue Lei, the third son of Fengbo Wang Yue Wudi, Monk Mengyin from Yunlin Temple, and Chu Zhongtian
, Fa Yi, Luo Fengwu, Fa Hai, and several female cultivators sat beside the male cultivators.
Fa Er and Cui'er, who did not participate, sat behind everyone, holding wine jars and watching the fun happily.
Miaoyu originally wanted to sit on the side of Chu Zhongtian, but the Ziqing swords cooperated tacitly to take the seat, so she could only sit next to Fahai reluctantly. On the other side of Fahai was the Tianya Water Pavilion.
Young Pavilion Master Fairy Suyao, this Young Pavilion Master is a woman who reminds people of bed at a glance. Although her face is covered with gauze, her beautiful eyes are full of spring, her body is as soft as water, and she has a faint fragrance. She is a peerless woman.
Stunner.
This charming young pavilion master chose to sit next to Fa Hai because of his helplessness. These young talents, Xiang Tiange and Liu Yiwu, were all thinking about Qin Ying. Any fool could see Yue Lei's attitude towards Qin Lingyun.
Chu Zhongtian was surrounded by Emei Shuangjiao, Mengsu was a sloppy little monk, and there were three left. The impetuous Fa Yi and Luo Fengwu made her unfavorable. In the end, she had no choice but to choose the most mediocre among all the male monks.
Fa Hai is a good old man.
Just think of it as standing next to a wooden stake that doesn't understand the charm, the young pavilion master thought.
"Brother Xiang, let's go first." Luo Fengwu spoke first, looking like he was taking charge of the overall situation.
"The moon and the earth are full of clouds, and the jade slave will live up to the dusk in the east. In the spring, the wild plum trees are blooming. Who believes that the fragrance is the return of the soul?" Xiang Tiange took a sip of wine, stared at Qin Ying's jade face affectionately, and chanted leisurely.
road.
At first glance, Xiang Tiange appears to be a brave young man with great strength. He can sing a beautiful poem with tenderness and sweetness even though he didn't expect it.
"Okay, let's make it clear!" Luo Fengwu took the lead and raised the glass and drank it in one gulp.
Fahai also drank a glass of the famous Qingming wine. After one glass, he felt endless aftertaste. This wine was indeed different. It was mellow but not greasy. It was round and not astringent in the mouth. It was light and quiet, with a hint of plum fragrance. It felt like drinking it when you first swallowed it.
Sake, after being consumed, makes you drunk, and a cool air travels throughout the body, making the three souls, seven souls, limbs, and three thousand pores feel indescribably comfortable. It is like fairy dew on earth. No wonder it is so famous.
It is so big that even a generation of living Buddhas are obsessed with it.
"This Qingming wine is also called immortal drunkenness. It is said that even immortals will get drunk after drinking it, because it anesthetizes the soul~" The young monk Mengyi took out the broken cattail leaf fan from the back of his neck, put it in front of the wine glass, fanned it fiercely, and then held it together
After sniffing wildly for a while, Cai Meimei held the cup and drank with her head raised, looking intoxicated.
As soon as everyone put down their wine glasses, Liu Yiwu, who had a bit of an ancestral look on his face, stood up impatiently, glanced disdainfully at Xiang Tiange, who looked proud, and chanted,
"The snowflakes are flying and fragrant, and the fragrance of the cheeks is fragrant and warm. The snowflakes and snowflakes are melting and fragrant. You can wear a single coat if you want to wear it. If you wear a single dress, you can be bullied by the snow. When you say farewell, the plum blossoms will bloom, and when the plum blossoms bloom, you will say goodbye. If you don't return home, you will bloom late. If you bloom late, you will regret not returning."
"Well, Brother Liu is so talented! One poem and one word complement each other perfectly!" Everyone praised him.
After a moment of eye contact between Xiang and Liu, they all focused their expectant eyes on Qin Ying, who was smiling brightly. Unfortunately, Qin Ying did not pay attention to them at all. Since the appearance of Afang Cup, her beautiful eyes have always been
Something and nothing floated here and there on Fa Yi's body.
The two of them suddenly realized that they were completely uninterested and sat down in frustration.
Where there are women, there will be strife.
Fahai shook his head for a while. One of the two brothers recited Dongpo's poems, and the other immediately recited Dongpo's lyrics. Isn't this a tit-for-tat confrontation? However, the relationship between the two old brothers in their ancestors was just like the same.
A pair of chess, not to mention that now a beautiful woman Qin Ying has entered the game.
Women are synonymous with trouble. The more beautiful they are, the more trouble they have.
When he thought of this, Fahai moved his body unconsciously and put a slight distance away from Fairy Suyao.
Fairy Suyao was amused by Fahai's little move. Normally men would rush to get close to her when they saw her, but this little monk was dodging like a goblin and not even looking in the mirror. He really thought he was showing off.
Is this the Tang Sanzang that people criticize?
"The more awe-inspiring the wind blows in the snow, the stronger the integrity of the flowers. When time passes, it will drift away, and the shame will beg Dongjun for mercy." Yue Lei's poems are full of heroism, but they are inherited from his father, the god of war Yue Wudi.
A hero and a good man.
"The dream is full of doubts, and the floating bubbles are intoxicated by the blue lamp. The plum and snow compete for a thousand cups of wine, and a little monk wanders in the sea of wine."
Meng Yi's style is a bit fresh. His shoes, hat, and cassock are torn, but the talent in his heart is not broken at all, and he is full of Zen flavor in his madness.
Amid everyone's praise, it was finally the turn of the centerpiece, Chu Zhongtian.
In terms of cultivation, he is the best here, in terms of birth background, he is the best, in terms of looks, he is the worst, and in terms of beauty and blessings, he is the most attractive here.
Therefore, Chu Zhongtian has always been the focus of attention of women and the object of envy, jealousy and hatred of men who wish he would make a fool of himself.
Having a high level of cultivation does not mean having high talents and learning, and having good fortune does not mean being educated, right?
"The wind and rain send spring back, and the flying snow welcomes spring. The cliffs are already covered with hundreds of feet of ice, but there are still beautiful flowers and branches. She doesn't fight for spring, she only reports that spring has come. When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she laughs in the bushes."
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Chu Zhongtian lowered his head and thought for a moment before speaking out a new poem that he had never heard of before but had endless aftertaste like he was reciting a text, which surprised everyone and even made all the girls look at Chu.
Zhongtian's ordinary and scummy face has brilliant eyes.
"Pfft~"
Fahai spit out a mouthful of wine and almost choked to death, attracting everyone's attention.
"Ahem, it's nothing. This wine is too good, and the young monk drank it in a hurry." Fa Yi hurriedly covered it up, and then looked at Chu Zhongtian, there were already many unexplainable things in his eyes.
How shameless! You dare to copy his poems? How can you show his leader-like demeanor, courage, mind and pride?
"A clumsy poem, composed impromptu. It's just a sudden feeling and emotion. It's just embarrassing!" Chu Zhongtian's attitude is extremely humble, as if he did not write this poem. It makes people think of it.
I admire the grace very much.
"It's such a pity that Senior Brother Chu won't join our Jixia Academy..." Qin Lingyun said with admiration.
"Cao Zijian still needs seven steps to compose a poem. Now Brother Chu can recite such good words without moving even one step. He is really the reincarnation of a literary star!"
Even though he was not angry in his heart, Luo Fengwu had to say something fair at this time. He always prided himself on being a romantic and talented person, so he naturally knew how difficult it was to compose words on the spur of the moment and get them out of his mouth.
Could you be any more shameless?
Fahai cursed secretly in his heart, but judging from the stiff look on Chu Zhongtian's recitation of the lyrics, he was probably at the junior high school level at most. Even if he was really from there, it wouldn't be a big deal.
However, in order to verify what he was thinking, Fahai still needed to take the opportunity to test it out.
Chu Zhongtian set off a climax. After the climax, it was Fa Yi's turn.
With nothing in his pocket and jewels in front of him, one can imagine Fa Yi's situation at this moment, and his face almost turned green.