Live Broadcast: What Does It Have To Do With Me If The World Of Cultivation Has Become A Piece Of Sh

As soon as Hua Yuerong entered the garden, before Hua Yuerong could say hello to Zhu Jinbao, the people from Tianxin Pavilion and Joyous Union Sect directly attacked.

"Haha, isn't this Master Huafeng? I heard that you got pregnant? Why don't you take good care of your fetus and why are you running around here and there?"

The speaker was a beautiful young woman who was wearing relatively cool clothes. Her watery eyes were very attractive. At first glance, she was from Joyous Union Sect.

"Hey, haven't you already given birth? Counting the days, I just finished confinement. Congratulations."

The person who spoke next was a young and mature woman in solemn palace clothes. Her tone was similar to that, but for some reason it was filled with the smell of tea.

Hua Yuerong's expression suddenly turned cold.

Chen Feng was extremely embarrassed, after all, it was his fault.

In the live broadcast room, the audience was already laughing.

[Brother Feng, it is my responsibility to stand up and say something. ]

[Good guy, I'm afraid I won't be cleared on the spot. ]

[Stop talking, Brother Feng is almost embarrassed to death. ]

[Again, two beauties with unique flavors. They are just bitches, but the tea smell is too strong. ]

[I have to say, honest people like this one. ]

[The tea art aunt is mine, the rest is up to you. ]

[Typing with both hands to show innocence. ]

Hua Yuerong chose to ignore the two of them and greeted Zhu Jinbao who was in charge: "I have met Master Zhu."

Zhu Jinbao coughed dryly.

"Ahem, it's been a long time since I last saw Master Huafeng. You are still so charming and charming. Please wait a moment. I will arrange your seat right now."

Zhu Jinbao also has a big problem. The whole Bailuzhou knows that these three families are not willing to deal with them, but they just come together today, which is very annoying.

Soon the maid next to me set up a new long table in the garden, placed spiritual fruits and tea, and put down two clean futons.

After Hua Yuerong and Chen Feng took their seats, the Joyous Union Sect opposite began to act like a monster again.

Xi Lian, the leader of Nonghua Hall, suggested: "It's rare for the three of us to get together today, and we all have disciples with us. How about we discuss poems and songs along the way?"

"With the recent rise of Confucianism and Taoism, literature and Taoism have become as prosperous as music. If you run Quyuan Restaurant without some knowledge of literature and Taoism, you will be embarrassed to open the door for business."

Mrs. Xiang Nong, the owner of Tianxin Pavilion, her eyes lit up. The disciple she brought today just happened to be a Wen Dao transfer student. Isn’t this a random killing?

"What Master Xi Lian said makes sense. Today, in this peach garden, we meet in such a poetic and picturesque place, so we should be arty."

"Hahaha, arty and reciting poems, how can we be without our Wenchang Academy?"

A middle-aged man dressed as a Confucian scholar came to the garden with two young people dressed as a Confucian scholar.

"Master Zhu, nice to meet you."

"It turns out to be a Fellow Daoist from Wenchang College. Come and set up a seat."

Zhu Jinbao smiled with a smile on his face and felt numb in his heart.

Sanyuanmen is a sect that uses martial arts to enter Taoism. Is it appropriate for you to hold a literary meeting here?

Hua Yuerong's face turned darker. The next content of this banquet was a foregone conclusion. Regardless of whether she agreed or not, she would have to follow the footsteps of these three families.

While White Bird Sect specializes in music, music, and dance, how can anyone delve into poetry, poetry, and poetry in literature and art?

Nowadays, Quyuan's business really depends on the patronage of literate people. If they lose or shrink here today, these three companies will make a fuss later, and the business of Quyuan Restaurant in White Bird Sect will definitely be greatly affected.

Chen Feng had a weird expression. It turns out that there is still literature and art in the Immortal Cultivation World. Doesn't this poem and song force him to pretend to be a comparison?

[Here I go, here comes the classic historical novel about writing poems and pretentiousness. ]

[Rubbing his hands together, preparing to be slapped in the face by Piapia. ]

[This plot is so embarrassing that I pooped everywhere. ]

[Is Quyuan a Goulan? ]

[Quyuan should be an opera house, White Bird Sect cannot experience the check bar. ]

[Brother Feng, please take us for a walk at Joyous Union Sect someday. ]

[Hua Yuerong's face turns dark. It seems that she is not very good at this. ]

Hua Yuerong turned to look at Chen Feng and asked seriously: "Do you know how to write poetry and poetry?"

Chen Feng smiled confidently.

"To put it bluntly, there are eight talents in the world. I, Chen, have ten of them, and the others owe two in total."

"..."

Hua Yuerong looked at Chen Feng as if she were watching a fool bragging.

Soon she woke up again. There were people with sharp ears and eyes present. This time, others probably heard it too.

Damn it, she shouldn't have asked.

In the live broadcast room.

[Master Huafeng: Aren’t you talking nonsense? ]

[Hahaha, a look of distrust. ]

[Honey confidence derived from thousands of years of cultural heritage of ancient Chinese civilization. ]

"Pfft!"

The people at Joyous Union Sect and Celestial Melody Pavilion were stunned for a moment, then laughed.

Xi Lian smiled brightly and said: "Master Hua Peak, your White Bird Sect disciple is really interesting!"

"I own ten dou, and the others owe two dou in total. Haha, I'm really brave to say that."

Mrs. Shannon sneered and shook her head.

The Confucian scholar said even more rudely: "I don't know what you mean... sensationalizing."

"..."

Hua Yuerong was ready to beat Chen Feng to death.

There is a 100% chance that these words will be spread, and by then the saliva of those literary monks will probably drown White Bird Sect.

The worst part is that Quyuan's business will also be hit.

She turned back and gave Chen Feng a cold look.

"You better win."

"Don't worry."

Chen Feng still had a smile on his face, which made Hua Yuerong feel even more dissatisfied.

She swore that when she returned to the sect, she would ask the sect leader to punish Chen Feng and correct his temper and mouth.

Fortunately, she swore in her heart that it would be the end of the world if she said it out loud.

Zhu Jinbao, who was in the main seat, shook his head helplessly. The disciples of the White Bird Sect were too unreliable, and this was the cause of the incident.

Xi Lian smiled and said: "Since the disciples of White Bird Sect are so talented, I will let you come first. It is not difficult for you. The content only needs to be in line with the current situation."

Mrs. Shannon laughed and said, "Haha, don't let us down."

Zhou Zewen, a Confucian scholar from Wenchang College, sipped tea with an expressionless face. Silence meant everything.

Chen Feng looked at the barrage and saw that countless netizens were already posting poems and songs related to parties, peach blossoms, and gardens.

Chen Feng was almost blinded by what he saw. The foundation of ancient Chinese civilization was so terrifying.

"Okay, then I'll show my shame."

Chen Feng felt that it was time for people in Immortal Cultivation World to experience the spirit of the Tang Shixian.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

Then he recited it in a voice that was two parts proud, three parts calm and one part heroic.

"Heaven and earth are the reverse journey of all things; time is the passerby of hundreds of generations."

Just this sentence stunned all the intellectuals in the garden.

Xi Lian's expression immediately froze as she waited to see the joke.

Mrs. Shannon also frowned.

The disciples behind them were also stunned.

Zhou Zewen's hand holding the teacup shook and he looked up at Chen Feng in disbelief.

At this time, Chen Feng looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and it seemed that there was only this piece of heaven and earth in his eyes.

Then he lowered his head slightly and looked at the cup in his hand.

"But life is like a dream, how much pleasure can you have?"

"The ancients held a candle and went out at night, which was a good thing. Kuang Yangchun called me with a smoke scene, and I used a large piece of paper to write an article. I met the garden of peach blossoms and ordered the joy of family relationships..."