Within three days, Lin Feng and Xue Nu continued to wander around Qinglong City all day long. Everything seemed extremely calm and nothing happened.

Three days later, the first marriage of the underworld was in the early morning.

Lin Feng walked out of the secret room, his perception ability was slightly released, and he sensed an extremely familiar breath outside the manor door.

"This guy is really impatient." Lin Feng laughed.

"Lin Feng, how about it? Is it good-looking?" In the secret room next to him, the long-legged girl flashed out, and gently turned around with her skirt, looking at Lin Feng.

Xue Nu has obviously been carefully modified today. Her integrated long skirt highlights her perfect figure, but it does not look abrupt and ostentatious, making her beautiful little face more beautiful and refined. Although she does not apply makeup, she is filled with a youthful atmosphere, which makes people shine.

"It looks good!" Lin Feng smiled, "It looks much better than that little girl!"

"I can really talk!" Xue Nu wrinkled her little nose and smiled proudly.

"Let's go! If we don't go out, then Lu Jingyun should be anxious!" Xue Nu said, stretching out his little hand to Lin Feng.

"Yes, OK!" Lin Feng nodded, but seemed to have not seen Xue Nu reaching out his little hand and walked out with big strides.

The long-legged girl stamped her feet in anger, glared at Lin Feng fiercely, and followed with her little mouth pouting.

"Brother Lu, I've been waiting for a long time!" Lin Feng walked out of the manor door and smiled at Lu Jingyun who was paced back and forth at the door.

"Where is it, I just arrived." Lu Jingyun said repeatedly, "Let's go! We'll go there earlier and let Miss Qingmei wait!"

The two followed Lu Jingyun out of the area where the warrior lived, walked on the highway in Qinglong City, and then stopped at the entrance of a manor in the north of the city.

This manor is different from the manor elsewhere in Qinglong City. Although there are walls, the walls are not very high, only about a meter high. The walls are hollowed out, and you can see the scenery inside the garden outside the manor.

From the outside to the inside, there are not many buildings in the manor, with green trees and flowers everywhere, and clear streams flowing by, but it looks a bit rural and unlike a manor that lives in the city.

The gate of the manor is open, and facing the gate is an ancient bluestone screen with mottled moss on it, with three simple words "Tao Ranyuan".

A tall young man was standing outside the gate. When he saw Lin Feng and the other two coming from the highway, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Senior Brother Fang." Lu Jingyun bowed slightly when he saw the young man.

"Lu Jingyun, why are you here?" said the tall young man with a cold voice.

"Miss Qingmei held a poetry meeting here today. I am here to attend the poetry meeting." Lu Jingyun said softly.

"Can there be an invitation?" said the tall young man coldly.

"Yes." Lu Jingyun nodded, and a white card appeared in his hand and handed it to the tall young man.

The tall young man took the invitation and looked carefully. He confirmed that it was the invitation of Lu Jingyun, which was Yan Qingmei's handwriting, and his face became even colder.

"Junior Brother Jingyun, you have just written a poem "Linjiang Fu". No masterpiece has been released in recent years. What a famous scholar in Xiaozhou, he actually came to participate in Miss Qingmei's poetry meeting! I bought this Taoran Garden and gave it to Miss Qingmei, so I was qualified to participate in this poetry meeting. What qualifications do you have to participate in Miss Qingmei's poetry meeting!"

When Lu Jingyun heard this, his face turned cold and said in a deep voice: "The poems are not about many but about the essence. Although I have only written a poem called "Linjiang Fu", I have received praise from everyone. Villagers can also recite it in the rural areas of Xiaozhou. Senior Brother Ruoxu has a work released in three or five days, but how many poems can be remembered by the world?"

"presumptuous!"

The tall young man was furious when he heard this and said in a cold voice: "Lu Jingyun! Do you know who you are talking to? The Rebirth of the Genius Girl will read the full text!"

"Although you are a disciple of the sect, I will become a disciple of the sect sooner or later, so naturally I don't have to be afraid of you. Brother Fang, you are provoking today. Since that's the case, don't blame me for not giving you face!" Lu Jingyun raised his head and said, "Miss Qingmei is invited to come. Are you planning to block me outside the door?"

The tall young man glared at Lu Jingyun fiercely: "Go in! Today's poetry meeting, I want to see how you look embarrassed!"

"Haha! It's unknown whether the senior brother is embarrassing at that time." Lu Jingyun sneered and walked into the door.

Lin Feng's face did not change at all, and he followed Xue Nu and walked forward.

"Slow down!" Fang Ruoxu stretched out his arms to block Lin Feng, "You can't go in!"

"Why?" Lin Feng smiled indifferently.

"The invitation is clearly written, and only Lu Jingyun is invited. If you want to go in, please come out with the invitation." Fang Ruoxu said coldly.

"Senior Brother Fang, the two of them are also guests invited by Miss Qingmei." Lu Jingyun said angryly, "Do you stop them to make Miss Qingmei unhappy?"

"Can anyone attend Miss Qingmei's poetry meeting?" Fang Ruogu's face darkened, "Lu Jingyun, don't even think of deceiving me!"

"I invited them." A crisp voice sounded, like a sing of an oriole in the empty valley. A figure flashed, and a girl in green appeared outside the manor gate.

"Sister Qinghan, you are..." Fang Ruogu said softly with a smile on his face.

"They are my friends, and I invited them to attend my sister's poetry meeting. Fang Ruoxu, don't stop them."

Yan Qinghan jumped to Lin Feng, reached out to hold Lin Feng's arm, and said softly: "Brother Lin, I knew you would come. Let's go, let's go in."

"Yeah, okay!" Lin Feng smiled faintly and walked in.

Xue Nu glared at Fang Ruoxu coldly and followed Lin Feng into the garden.

"Bastard!" Fang Ruoxu gritted his teeth in anger.

"Where did the cat and dog come from? I am also worthy of attending Miss Qingmei's poetry meeting! Wait, when I get to the poetry meeting, I want to see how embarrass you will be!"

He is also a little famous in Xiaozhou and is a personal disciple of the Qinglong Sect. He finally got the opportunity to participate in the Yan Qingmei Poetry Conference. Lu Jingyun is fine, after all, he is a famous scholar in Xiaozhou, but this unknown boy was also qualified to participate in the poetry conference, which made him extremely angry.

...

After walking into the garden and turning the screen, Lin Feng left Yan Qinghan's arm without any trace. The long-legged girl's face was slightly slower, but Yan Qinghan curled her lips in dissatisfaction.

Then, a smile appeared on her little face again, chattering and looking extremely happy.

Yan Qinghan obviously dressed up carefully today, and her small face looked even more charming. Compared with Xue Nu, each has its own advantages.

I walked up the clear stream full of flowers. After walking for more than ten miles, a dense forest appeared in front of me.

Several people walked into the forest and suddenly felt cheerful.

In front of me, a clear stream coiled through the open space of more than a hundred feet in a radius, with extremely slow flow. Several tables were set up along the banks of the Qing stream, with fresh fruits, vegetables, melons and other items on it. There were also maids standing beside me, holding a wine pot in their hands.

On the banks of the Qing River, a beautiful girl in white clothes stood with her skin better than snow, her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and her lips were pursed with force, looking a bit heroic. The girl was frowning, looking at the fish swimming in the Qing River, looking thoughtful, stand-alone version of the monk.

"Sister!" Yan Qinghan called out softly.

"Oh!" The girl in white seemed to have just woken up from her thoughts. She raised her head and looked at everyone indifferently, nodded and said, "Let's take your seat first!"

Yan Qinghan stuck out his tongue and pulled Lin Feng and said in a sweet voice: "Brother Lin, come here, sit here."

Lin Feng smiled indifferently, let Yan Qinghan pull him, and then sat down at the desk by the Qingxi River. Xuenu sat on the left side of Lin Feng, while Yan Qinghan sat directly next to Lin Feng to the right side of Lin Feng. Fortunately, the case was about a few feet long, and the three of them sat together, which was not crowded.

Lu Jingyun was quite tactful. After being glared at by Yan Qinghan, he walked directly to another desk not far away and sat down.

Yan Qingmei saw that her sister was so close to Lin Feng, and her eyebrows raised slightly and then put them down again.

This is obviously the place where today's poetry meeting is held. At this moment, there is no one else except Yan Qingmei. Yan Qingmei is silent, just waiting quietly there.

Lu Jingyun sat upright, fearing that he would lose his etiquette. Although Lin Feng felt that Yan Qingmei was a little artificial, he also maintained superficial respect. The foodie Xuenu was not polite and swept away the fruits and vegetables in front of him without any image.

After waiting for less than an hour, the famous scholars invited to participate in the poetry meeting came to take their seats one by one. The last one who came in was Fang Ruoxu who was greeted outside the manor.

These famous scholars knew each other, and they naturally had to greet each other after seeing each other. Only Lin Feng and others had never seen each other before, and their attention was on Lin Feng for a moment.

Lin Feng looked calm and his eyes fell on these famous scholars. Before he came to Xiaozhou, he had read all the classics, and now he naturally knew the identities of these famous scholars.

These famous scholars are all famous in Xiaozhou, but they are not real masters. The areas where they are active are within 100,000 miles of Qinglong City.

Obviously, Yan Qingmei's poetry meeting was also held in a hurry. Otherwise, most of these people would not be qualified to sit here because of Yan Qingmei's reputation.

Yan Qingmei was still silent, walked to the desk and sat down.

On the table in front of her was an antique jade zither. Yan Qing's eyebrows and jade fingers were gently caressed, and a light sound rang through the clouds and cracked silk, and went straight to the sky.

Everyone was solemn and sat upright without saying a word.

Yan Qing's eyebrows and ten fingers were waving, and the sound of golden swords and iron horses suddenly came out. The sound of the piano was full of killing spirit, which made people feel like they were on the battlefield where millions of troops attacked and killed each other.

After a while, the sound of the piano changed, and it was like the drizzling autumn rain falling down, clear and sparse, open and open, making people excited.

After a few breaths, the sound of the piano changed again. The clear and distant sound was long, like a boating between a lake and a sea, lying drunk and lying high, everything outside was like passing clouds and smoke.

"The sound of the zither can actually affect people's minds!"

This was the first time Lin Feng listened to such a song, and he was also very excited and secretly shocked.

Yan Qingmei's song obviously has no malice, but it can already make people intoxicated. Lin Feng has a feeling that if Yan Qingmei is willing, he can even use this piano sound to attack his opponent.

Looking at the famous scholars around him, each of them showed excitement, and they were obviously intoxicated.

The song ended, and the sound of the lingering sound was lingering. After a long time, everyone came to their senses and were moved by it.

Yan Qingmei’s name is indeed well-deserved.

Yan Qingmei looked around everyone and smiled slightly and said, "The song "Smiling, Proud Wanderer" compiled by Zhuang was desolate and grand, with a majestic tune. Qingmei devoted herself to studying for several years, and today it was only a little successful. This song is presented to you today, which is considered to be a setting for today's poetry meeting. I wonder if you agree?"
Chapter completed!