Chapter 240 239. Wenhua Overwhelms Imperial Capital (Subscribe!)

"Miss, I'm afraid you'll have to keep the 'Gong Shi Ji' you brewed this year."

Two voices were heard from the room on the top floor of Mingyue Tower.

One of the two people in the conversation is Xie Qingyi, the owner of Mingyue Tower.

His appearance is picturesque, with horizontal mountain-like eyebrows, autumn-water eyes, red lips, and a face that is as tender and radiant as jade, just like a crabapple blossom in the sun or a pear blossom in the rain.

The white long dress she wore made her look like a fairy from a painting.

In addition to his extraordinary appearance, the owner of Mingyue Tower is also a unique wine-making skill in the imperial capital. All the third-grade immortal wines are brewed by him personally.

The other person was Xie Qingyi's maid Su'e, who had a pure appearance, delicate features, and a pair of big eyes that reflected the sparkling light of a lake.

However, this maidservant looked frail and weak, but she was actually a rare fourth-rank warrior with vigorous blood and a strong physique.

One punch is enough to collapse a small hill.

"Just keep it. The longer the wine is stored, the mellower it becomes." Xie Qingyi lowered her head and read the book in her hand, looking nonchalant.

The third grade immortal wine she brewed, "Sharing This Moment", is not something that vulgar people can drink, but only extraordinary people can drink it.

As he was speaking, Xie Qingyi suddenly turned his head, and his eyes penetrated the tightly closed door to see the scene outside.

The maid Su'e followed closely behind and cast her eyes, gently covering her red lips and saying, "Miss, someone wants to write a poem to leave on the wall? It's actually a Taoist priest!"

The beam of light cast from the glazed skylight in the middle of Mingyue Tower will turn into a wall when someone recites a poem.

If the poem is outstanding, the words will be left on the wall, for future visitors to admire for thousands of years.

At the same time, you can win the third grade fairy wine of Mingyue Tower.

After drinking "Drunk Breeze" and "Returning Person Under the Moon", Xu Qing's vital energy in his body surged violently.

The cultivation level, which had been stagnant, actually rose by one point, and there was a sign that it had reached the triple limit.

Unfortunately, the aftereffects of the two bottles of wine were clearly insufficient.

I originally wanted to make a big fuss in Mingyue Tower and attract attention from all parties, and now I have another reason.

The first two tastings had such an effect, and the third tasting was definitely better.

Now, no matter what Xu Qing's purpose was, he had to leave a poem on the light wall of Mingyue Tower and get the third grade of immortal wine.

Thinking of this, Xu Qing immediately stepped up and flew into the column of light that was falling straight down from the roof.

"Look, someone wants to write a poem for the wall!"

"Who is this person?"

"I don't know. I've never seen this face before. I'm afraid he just arrived in the Imperial Capital."

"It looks like someone is going to make a fool of themselves again today."

"Taoist?" A young man in brocade clothes put away his folding fan with a "snap" and sneered, "How many Confucian disciples can't leave poems in Mingyue Tower."

"How dare a Taoist priest join in the fun?"

"That's not necessarily true. There are several immortals in our dynasty who are not only proficient in Taoism, but also write excellent poems."

"Then wait and see what kind of incomprehensible poems this Taoist priest can write."

"Mingyue Tower is not a place where just anybody can leave poems and lyrics!"

The glances from all over the building were either disdainful, contemptuous or curious, with disdain and contempt appearing mostly.

After all, these people are frequent visitors to Mingyue Tower and they also consider themselves to be romantic figures.

Even they were unable to leave any poems in Mingyue Tower. Naturally, a person who came out of nowhere and wanted to leave any poems in Mingyue Tower would not be welcomed by them.

Xu Qing ignored those disdainful looks.

Because the poems he wanted to write were those of the Immortal Poet!
Li Bai's poems are spread everywhere in the three thousand worlds of the heavens, and this world is no exception!

Under the various gazes of the crowd, a trace of Yuan Qi condensed at Xu Qing's fingertips.

Points down.

The primordial energy was overflowing, and a poem "Qing Ping Yue: Getting Up in the Morning in the Painting Hall" by Li Bai appeared in the eyes of the people in this world.

Some people may not know the name of this poem, and some may not be familiar with the whole poem. But the line "It must be that the celestial being is drunk and has smashed the white clouds into pieces" is known to almost everyone in the previous life!

This sentence is extremely imaginative and magnificent, and full of literary elegance. This sentence alone will be recorded in history!

The word is completed.

The whole article was shining brightly, and each illusory character condensed into substance, as if engraved in the void.

The next moment, bursts of chanting were heard in Mingyue Tower.

The sound penetrated the floors and spread throughout the capital. Countless people's eyes were instantly cast towards Mingyue Tower.

"Has anyone else created a masterpiece?" someone was surprised.

When the disciples of the Confucian Academy heard this voice, they were extremely excited to know that someone had created a masterpiece in Mingyue Tower.

He quickly dropped what he was doing and rushed over.

The chanting sound spread into the sky.

It seemed that the Ninth Heaven Immortal had also heard these words, and for a moment he felt like he was drinking fine wine, and he stretched out his palms to crush the white clouds.

The light snow suddenly turned into heavy snow, and snowflakes fell all over the sky, covering the fields.

"good words!"

In the Mingyue Tower, a scholar in a Confucian robe kept repeating the sentence "The immortal must have been drunk and crushed the white clouds into pieces."

The more he thought about it, the brighter the light in his eyes became.

Finally, he was so excited that he couldn't help clapping his hands and cheering loudly, breaking the silence in the building caused by the birth of this word.

After saying this, the scholar lifted up the wine jug and poured it into his mouth: "This word should be made clear!"

The companion next to him came to his senses, his eyes reddened: "Asshole! This wine is very expensive, you want to drink it all by yourself?!"

Because of this interruption, everyone in the building finally came to their senses, and there was a loud "boom" and everyone exclaimed in surprise.

Xu Qing was full of vigor and vitality, and he spoke in a loud voice: "Can I receive the third-grade immortal wine of Mingyue Tower as a gift for this poem?"

The sound echoed throughout the Mingyue Tower, and no one in the building dared to speak.

Even the great scholar whose talent was so famous in Beijing did not dare to disturb the Taoist at this time.
"The poem is full of light, every word is engraved, and the reputation spreads to the imperial capital. Of course, I can get the third-grade immortal wine!"

A clear and pleasant sound floated down from the top floor of Mingyue Tower, like the sound of running water hitting rocks.

Xie Qingyi walked out of the room, her eyes were gentle, and her beautiful face was smiling:
"Su'e, go get a pot of 'At This Moment' for this Taoist priest. At the same time, you can order any third-grade immortal wine you want when you come to my Mingyue Tower in the future."

"No rush!" Xu Qing shook his head.

A hint of doubt flashed across Xie Qingyi's beautiful eyes, not knowing what this Taoist meant.

Xu Qing laughed out loud, his voice heroic: "Since a poem can be exchanged for a pot of wine, how about adding a poem?"

Xie Qingyi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a hint of disbelief flashed through her mind.

Could this Taoist be able to come up with a second peerless poem?
Xu Qing finished speaking.

Without waiting for anyone else to speak, he recited loudly:

"The white jade capital in the sky has five cities on the twelfth floor. Immortals caress my head and bind my hair to receive eternal life."

Xie Qingyi's eyes flashed with a strange light.

These four sentences are not much inferior to the previous one, and are especially suitable for the identity of this Taoist.

Amid the shocked gazes of everyone in the building.

Yuan Qi condensed at Xu Qing's fingertips again.

The pen falls.

Will be toasting!
“Have you not seen that the water of the great river comes from the sky, flows to the sea and never returns.

Don’t you see, the white hair in the mirror in the hall, which was black in the morning and turned into white in the evening?
Life is full of joy, so that the gold is empty for the moon.

It is my nature that my talents will be useful, and I will come back to you after all my wealth has been spent.”

(End of this chapter)