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"Third senior brother, Mr. Jiang is here to participate in the Bamboo Forest Poetry Festival!" The disciple quickly explained.

"Bamboo Forest Poetry Club?" Tong Wenxuan looked at Jiang Qian and suddenly remembered: "I remember, the song "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix" was written by you, right?"

"Humph, it's just a poem about the love between men and women. It can't be considered elegant at all!"

"Wait until the Bamboo Forest Poetry Festival, and I will let you see what real poetry is."

"Let you know how rubbish you are!"

Jiang Qian waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter!"

The words fell to the ground.

He turned around and left this place.

Hu Murui came to Tong Wenxuan, kicked his second brother hard, put his hands on his hips, and said angrily: "You actually called Brother Jiang garbage!"

"If it weren't for the fact that this place is Tianxiang Academy, it wouldn't be the same!"

Say it.

She immediately followed Jiang Qian's footsteps.

Tong Wenxuan covered his second brother with both hands and looked at Hu Murui's back angrily: "Who is this woman? How dare you hit me like this!"

"Third senior brother, she is the young master of the Beast Control Sect!" After the disciple finished speaking, he immediately caught up with Jiang Qian.

The young master of the Beast Control Sect? Hu Murui!

Her cousin is Hu Zhuang!

Forget it, I'm in trouble!

What Tong Wenxuan is afraid of is not Hu Murui's identity as the young master of the Beast Control Sect, but her cousin, Hu Zhuang!

Almost, about half an hour.

The disciple took Jiang Qian to a secluded and deep guest room.

"Mr. Jiang, this place is where you live."

"Master Hu's room is next door!"

"If so, if there is nothing else, I will leave first."

Jiang Qian nodded and replied: "No, thank you for your hard work."

"It's okay!" The disciple smiled and then left the place.

"I can finally have a good rest!" Jiang Qian stretched his waist and was about to enter the room.

Suddenly I smelled a very strong medicinal fragrance.

He turned around and saw a man with long green hair tied up in a jade crown and an elegant temperament walking over.

"Cousin!" Hu Murui's eyes lit up and she trotted up to Hu Zhuang.

Hu Zhuang smiled slightly and looked down at Hu Murui: "You have grown a lot taller!"

"You must be Jiang Qian, I've heard my aunt tell you about you."

"Well, it's indeed good. He is qualified to be the son-in-law of our Hu family!"

Son-in-law? What son-in-law?

Jiang Qian was confused and couldn't understand what Hu Zhuang was talking about.

but.

He was very concerned about the strong medicinal smell on Hu Zhuang's body.

"You are Miss Hu's cousin, but why do you have such a strong medicinal smell on your body?" Jiang Qian asked.

When Hu Zhuang heard this, he smelled the smell on his body and found that it did have a strong aroma of Da Yao.

"I just came out of the alchemy room, so I have some medicinal smell."

Alchemy room? Holy shit, I didn’t expect that Hu Murui actually had a cousin who was an alchemist.

Jiang Qian looked at Hu Zhuang in surprise.

"Hehehe, you didn't expect that my cousin is still a second-level alchemist!" Hu Murui said with some pride.

When Hu Zhuang heard Hu Murui's words, he suddenly thought of something: "I suddenly remembered that I still have third-level elixirs in the process of being refined. This is the critical moment for me to become a third-level alchemist!"

"Jiang Qian, cousin, I'm leaving now. I'll see you again next time!"

Said.

He left in a hurry.

Jiang Qian looked at Hu Zhuang, who showed no elegance just now, and asked: "Miss Hu, has your cousin always been so forgetful?"

"Well, maybe he was infected by his senior brother because he and his senior brother grew up together!" Hu Murui replied.

Jiang Qian nodded and turned back to his room.

Hu Murui followed immediately.

That night, Jiang Qian and Hu Murui played a two-player game all night long.

Beast chess!

The next day.

Jiang Qian feebly came to a bamboo forest under the leadership of a disciple.

On the way, he gasped for breath one after another.

Looking at the dense bamboos around him, he murmured: "The Bamboo Forest Poetry Club? It's really held in a bamboo forest. I thought they were just scholars who named it this way just to make it sound nice!"

“I didn’t expect it to be true!”

As he spoke, he came to a large, quiet and elegant courtyard.

And that place is where the Bamboo Forest Poetry Club is held.

When Jiang Qian arrived, almost everyone present focused their attention on him.

"Is he the author of "The Hairpin Phoenix"? I didn't expect him to be so young!"

"You don't know? He is not only the author of "The Hairpin Head Phoenix", but also the senior brother of Qingshan Sect!"

"Sure enough, the waves behind the Yangtze River push forward!"

"..."

Qin Jingtong came over at this time, put his hands on his shoulders, and said with a smile: "Sit down quickly, the poetry meeting is about to start!"

Jiang Qian nodded and sat in a very obscure place.

"Jiang Qian, you have indeed been invited to participate in the Bamboo Forest Poetry Festival!" Situ Yahan happened to sit next to Jiang Qian and looked at Jiang Qian without any surprise.

After all, Jiang Qianyi's "The Hairpin Head Phoenix" is completely qualified to participate.

If so, it would be strange that he was not invited.

When Jiang Qian heard this, he discovered Situ Yahan: "It turns out to be Miss Situ. I didn't expect to meet you in this place!"

"I have participated in this bamboo forest poetry meeting many times!" Situ Yahan said with a smile.

"Awesome!" Jiang Qian couldn't help but praise.

The Bamboo Forest Conference is very valuable. Situ Yahan can come many times, which shows that she still has some strength.

At this time, Qin Jingtong suddenly said: "You are all welcome to attend our Bamboo Forest Conference!"

"And our Bamboo Forest Conference is limited to two themes: war and homesickness!"

"Please, please show your talents boldly."

The words fell to the ground.

Everyone began to formulate their own poems.

Only Jiang Qian sat there leisurely, playing with his brush and not even writing.

Qin Jingtong looked at Jiang Qian's appearance and smiled lightly.

Haven't you started writing yet? He seems to be very confident. I wonder what poems he will write this time.

I'm really looking forward to it.

Just as everyone was writing one after another, Jiang Qian just started writing at this time.

Tong Wenxuan, who had finished writing long ago, saw that Jiang Qian was still writing, and couldn't help but started to laugh: "Why is there no inspiration or is the writing too rubbish?"

“That’s why you’re deleting things like this!”

"Sure enough, you can write poems like "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix", but it's just a coincidence!"

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