"Such a rich wine and food is too extravagant for us. Brother Yang, but who are you waiting for?"


    On the top floor of tianwai building, Xia Yufeng turned to Yang Xuan and asked with a little curiosity.


    Not long ago, Yang Xuan invited him to tianwailou for a party. He followed him without much thought. Now it seems that Yang Xuan probably invited him not only.


    "Well, there are still two friends who haven''t arrived. Brother Xia is idle anyway. Why not recite a poem to help Yaxing."


    Yang Xuan nodded and then laughed again. Xia Yufeng, as the great prince of the Xia Dynasty, must have dabbled in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry, songs and Fu. Writing poetry is naturally easy for him.


    "Well, let''s forget it. I''m not as talented and shallow as brother Yang. I won''t show off in front of brother Yang."


    Xia Yufeng waved his hand again and again. Although he had read poetry and books since he was a child and liked to recite poetry and Fu on weekdays, he had no desire to compare with Yang Xuanxian''s previous masterpiece.


    "Men can''t say no. don''t linger. Read a poem quickly. Don''t worry. I will never laugh at you whether the poem is good or not."


    The corner of Wu Lingyan''s mouth was raised and hurried aside. Her eyes were full of cunning.


    "This is my temper. Please don''t blame brother Xia."


    Yang Xuan apologized and smiled bitterly.


    "It doesn''t matter, it doesn''t matter. Miss Lingyan is innocent. It''s really rare."


    Xia Yufeng hurried.


    "Hey, do you write poetry or not? If you want to write poetry, hurry up. Hum, it''s just a poem. Is it really so difficult?"


    Wu Lingyan exclaimed discontentedly. If she didn''t have no inks and know nothing about poetry, she would have taken it out to show off, and there was no need to talk nonsense with Xia Yufeng.


    "It''s not impossible for Xia to write poetry, but the premise is that Miss Lingyan won''t call me xiaofengzi again in the future. I don''t know if Miss Lingyan is willing to promise?"


    "Well, I promise you, as long as you are willing to write poetry, I won''t call you xiaofengzi again. Is that all right?"


    "Since a word comes out, it''s hard to recover. Please bear a witness to this matter, brother Yang."


    After Yang Xuan''s guarantee, Xia Yu wind path grew up and came to the edge of the pavilion. Looking at the surging clouds outside the building, he said: "any poetry needs to be expressed with emotion, and it should be more responsive to the situation. My little brother wrote a poem with the title of the sea of clouds outside the building all year round."


    Then he thought a little, his eyes lit up suddenly, and slowly opened his mouth: "the fairy mountain building outside the mountain, the clouds and smoke are ethereal, even the sea and the sky, looking at the world like a dream, who can jump to be a fairy!"


    "Ha ha, who can jump to be an immortal? Just this sentence, this poem can be called wonderful!"


    Yang Xuan exclaimed.


    Wu Lingyan glanced, "what''s strange about this? Aren''t we immortal figures in the eyes of mortals now?"


    "Yan''er doesn''t know that this immortal is not that immortal. Brother Xia, the immortal here refers to a kind of attitude towards life. Mortals have a saying that they forget their troubles and worries and are happy like immortals. Mortals are still like this, especially our friars."


    Yang Xuan smiled, then sighed and said, "unfortunately, things often backfire. The higher you stand, the farther you see, the more you want, and even the immortal is difficult to get rid of."


    "I see. No wonder so many immortal friars want to cut love for Tao."


    Wu Lingyan suddenly.


    "To cut off feelings for Tao can cut off troubles and worries, but it can cut off persistent desires. In my opinion, the so-called enlightenment and longevity is just one''s own selfish desires. If there is no desire in the heart, why do you insist on practicing?"


    Hearing Yang Xuan''s words, Xia Yufeng couldn''t help shaking all over. It seemed that it was the first time to hear people talk about Tao like this. He was quite taught and couldn''t help but say, "brother Yang is worthy of being brother Yang. If you really have unique opinions, as brother Yang said, immortals also have selfish desires, which may be more powerful than ordinary people."


    "If people don''t do it for themselves, heaven will destroy them. All people want in their life is wealth, power and lust. Most of our friars only seek detachment and immortality."


    Yang Xuan said faintly.


    "Shao Sheng said very well, I admire it!"


    Just then, two figures came up from the hanging ladder. One of them was Shen Lingxiao, the true disciple of Tianxu temple and the first person of the Taoism.


    As for the other person, he was a woman with beautiful appearance, graceful figure, ice flesh and jade bones. Wearing a clean white fairy skirt, he set off a kind of beauty, as spotless and flawless as the snow lotus on the snow mountain.


    Needless to say, this woman is undoubtedly the flower language dress. Her accomplishments are even much higher than Wu Lingyan. She has reached the peak of Xianjun state. Although she has not spoken, she always has a little smile on her face. At a glance, she is an excellent person to get along with.


    "This invitation is really abrupt. Please forgive me, brother Shen. Please come here with Miss Hua."


    Yang Xuan stood up and said with a smile.


    Then he introduced Wu Lingyan and Xia Yufeng to Shen Lingxiao and Hua Yushang.


    Shen Lingxiao nodded at them, and then smiled at Yang Xuan and said, "Shaosheng is polite. You are kind to invite me. Shen is not very honored. No matter how busy he is, he has to make time to meet the appointment."


    After saying that, he and Hua Yushang walked into the pavilion hand in hand.


    At this time, the flower language clothes, which had never spoken, also spoke.


    "Little girl, I''ve seen Shaosheng, Lingyan girl, brother Xia."


    The voice is gentle and beautiful, and people are very beautiful. No wonder they can become Shen Lingxiao''s Taoist companion.


    "Please sit down, Miss Hua, and brother Shen. Let''s talk while eating."


    Yang Xuan made an invitation gesture and waited for everyone to sit down. While pouring wine for everyone, he smiled bitterly at Shen Lingxiao and said, "don''t hide from brother Shen, Yang invited you and miss Hua here today. He mainly wanted to ask Miss Hua something?"


    "Oh, I don''t know what Shaosheng wants to ask Jiannei?"


    Shen Lingxiao''s eyes narrowed. Of course, he didn''t think Yang Xuan liked the beauty of flower language clothes, nor did he think Yang Xuan was such a person. Although he had only seen two sides, he could also see that Yang Xuan acted openly and aboveboard, and was by no means a shameless and evil generation.


    Yang Xuan didn''t talk nonsense. He looked at Hua Yushang with a smile and said, "I heard that Hua girl came from Guanghan fairy palace. I don''t know whether it''s true or false?"


    "Yes, the little girl is the disciple of Guanghan fairy palace. To be exact, it should be the abandoned disciple of Guanghan fairy palace. It''s hard to say whether the little girl could leave Guanghan fairy palace that day unless my teacher opened up."


    The flower language dress crisp voice way.


    "I see. Fortunately, otherwise, how can a lover get married with brother Shen and miss Hua?"


    Yang Xuan smiled, then returned to the subject and asked bluntly, "since Miss Hua once practiced in Guanghan fairy palace, do you know a woman named mu Lingxue?"


    "Mu Lingxue, is Shaosheng talking about the leader of Guanghan fairy palace?"


    Hua Yushang was surprised.


    "Young palace leader?"


    Yang Xuan was slightly stunned and listened to Hua Yushang: "since the establishment of our Guanghan fairy palace, there has always been only one palace master, Guanghan fairy emperor, and Mu Shao palace master is the adoptive daughter of the palace master."