Although Wu Chuxun didn't look at him, Ning Ping had a feeling that the other party was paying attention to his every move at this moment. Suddenly there was a burst of cheers. "No one has ever entered Miss Wu's attic. I didn't expect to see such a situation today. I don't know who the lucky guy is." "If you can see this scene, you have definitely come to the right place today." … "I'm here to make a fool of myself, and I'd like to invite everyone to laugh at me first." Suddenly a monk, Shi Shiran, stood up, bowed his hands to all around, and then chanted: "Life is only about waking up when you are drunk. Wealth and glory are like water, hiding clumsy tricks. Bury your infatuation, and drink to the streets." Immediately, there was a sound of urns in the hall, but Wu Chuxun just nodded slightly in greeting, and then glanced at everyone. "Spring comes, swallows eat in the cold, a jade hairpin trembles, the cherry red is about to burn, whoever is virtuous wants to be immortal, I hope you will not hesitate to drink money." Another person stood up and spoke. "Haha, brother, you want to buy sex for fun, but now you have come at the wrong time." As soon as this was said, there was a burst of laughter in the hall.
"A little bit of spiritual enlightenment, silence and nothingness, seeking fortune and fame, but you can be free and happy, pure and clear, and you will always be with the golden furnace and the jade table." "What a poem! I wonder if it can catch the eye of a girl." "It's true. We practitioners should be free and happy." In the midst of the discussion, it was immediately discovered that Wu Chuxun was still sitting firmly and did not make any other moves. It seemed that Wu Chuxun was not impressed, so another person stood up. "Everyone should practice the Tao and practice well. Don't present the mysterious beads one at a time, and don't stop doing things. Pay attention to the shape, and use the Tao to express your true heart!" ......... Poems were recited one after another in the hall, but Wu Chuxun always listened with a smile and did nothing else. Suddenly, a figure stood up again. It was Yun Xingzu who also joined in the fun. He bowed his hands humbly and spoke. "I'm really lucky today. Yun also presented a song to cheer everyone up." He cleared his throat and started singing loudly. "A little bit of spiritual intelligence, a few letters of truth, a shrine to Lingzhi, a summons to the toad spirit and flying immortals, full of merits, and a stable life." After chanting, Yun Xingzu looked at Wu Chuxun expectantly. Wu Chuxun smiled slightly and said, "Master Wu really has great ambitions." After hearing this evaluation, Yun Xingzu's originally calm face inevitably showed a hint of disappointment. After saying this, there was no more follow-up, but this was different from other people's comments, and he received a lot of warm congratulations, but it is unknown how many of them were for his special status. At this time, after Yun Xingzu composed the poem, no one else stood up. They were all just buzzing about the poem just now. "But there are still masterpieces by that talented man!" Wu Chuxun looked around with a smile, and the two girls behind him were also looking around excitedly. "Since there is no one left, then..." There was a hint of cunning in Wu Chuxun's eyes as he spoke, and then his voice changed and he continued. "That guy over there looks very unfamiliar, could you please give me a song?" It was Ning Ping who was looking at him, who was stunned at this moment. The two girls even covered their mouths and laughed heartlessly. The hall was instantly in an uproar. What the hell, how many people here can you recognize? Suddenly everyone looked at Ning Ping with envy.
"Hey~ Brother Ning, I'm calling you." People at the same table reminded Ning Ping, who was looking blank. At this moment, everyone thought that Ning Ping was caught in the surprise of being called by the other party. In the end, Ning Ping stood up with a look of helplessness and said with a wry smile: "Miss Wu, I don't have any poetic talent. How about hiring another one..." Wu Chuxun's eyes suddenly turned into two crescent moons with laughter, and a soft voice came from behind the gauze: "It doesn't matter, I just want to listen to my little brother's poems, even if you talk nonsense." As soon as the words fell, the hall became even more excited. "Wow, I'm so angry. I was called out by Miss Wu personally, and yet I'm still so ignorant." "Sure enough, people are more irritating than others. I didn't expect Miss Wu to like such a pretty boy. It's a pity that I have such a good body." The person who spoke was a strong man, and he was shaking his strong muscles at this moment. "My brother, don't be afraid at this time!" Zheng Yuanming on the side looked anxious. This was the person he brought, and it was more or less related to his own face. "That's right, let's play a random song. Maybe Miss Wu will be like you." People at the same table gave words of encouragement one after another. When Ning Ping saw this, he knew that he couldn't refuse, so he touched his nose and said, "I really don't know how to write any poems, but since Miss Wu likes it, of course I can't dismiss the beauty. The following poem It’s not my fault, so I’ll just borrow flowers to offer to the Buddha.” Everyone immediately became happy when they heard it. They all thought it was because they were afraid that their poems were too bad, so they found such an excuse to keep everyone mentally prepared. After thinking for a while, he said: "One night, the southern branches are blooming. In the sentimental place, the moon is slanting to the west of the small building. Do you want to seek enlightenment and ask the immortals? You can let me paint as much as I want." "Seeking Taoism and asking immortals? Let me just let you know..." Wu Chuxun murmured all his thoughts after hearing this. But then he seemed to think of something, his eyes condensed and then slowly closed, and an inexplicable aura suddenly emitted from his body. Ning Ping was still standing there. Just now, he seemed to vaguely see a flash of light bursting out of Wu Chuxun's eyes. Now when Wu Chuxun closed his eyes, he suddenly felt a suffocating aura coming from her body, grand and profound... In front of such a breath, I am like an ant, unable to resist, and have no intention to resist! Then an amazing scene appeared, this breath spread from her body, the whole hall, outside, sky, underground... until it was everywhere. Ning Ping turned his eyes and found that everyone was like falling into a dream at this moment, or time had stopped at this moment, and everyone kept the previous action. Some raised their glasses to drink, some were thinking, some looked at Ning Ping with envy, some were intoxicated and stared at Wu Chuxun... and so on, in all kinds of postures. In addition to being shocked, Ning Ping was about to explore it carefully, but inexplicably found that the breath had disappeared, as if it had never appeared, and when he recalled the breath again, he found that he had no impression at all, just like a vague dream, and he couldn't remember it. Ning Ping looked around and saw that everyone seemed to have just woken up from a dream and resumed the continuation of the previous action. Ning Ping was also very strange at this moment, as if he had just woken up from a dream, and everything was an illusion. "Young man, you just said that you are offering this poem to others. May I ask which talented person wrote it?" At this moment, Wu Chuxun opened her eyes and looked at Ning Ping with deep eyes. Ning Ping suddenly felt that the Wu Chuxun, who was so familiar to him, had a faint sense of strangeness when he looked at her eyes. This feeling came and went quickly. When he looked at her again, he felt that she was so ordinary.
