I'm all lucky because I'm too afraid of bad luck

"Also, get the scroll and go quickly, don't have too much contact with this woman!"

Before Zhang Xuansheng asked Doudou to help him reply, he received another message from Master.

It made him a little bit puzzled, but he still had to take care of the things that the master explained.

"Today is the Fengyuan Festival, and Bi Luo would like to take out this treasure of God's seal of the door for everyone to win the prize."

Qiao Biluo saw that Zhang Xuansheng didn't ask questions, so he explained to himself.

"Listening to Fairy Qiao, do you want to offer this treasure?"

There was a long-established monk who asked with interest.

"exactly."

'Qiao Biluo' smiled.

"Fairy Joe, what are the conditions?"

A trench merchant asked, his eyes fixed on Qiao Biluo, as if the goal was not the so-called God's Supreme Treasure.

"Bi Luo was born in Qiongxiao Palace. He likes music, dance, and poetry most. Today is the Fengyuan Festival. If you write a poem, whoever does it well, then this treasure belongs to whom."

As'Qiao Biluo' said, he gave Zhang Xuansheng a shy look.

After hearing Qiao Biluo's words, everyone in the venue frowned.

Most of the monks present were long-established monks, and they put their minds and bodies on cultivation, where there is time to ponder what poetry.

They thought that Fairy Qiao's request was not at all as if he wanted to sacrifice a treasure from the gate of God.

"Senior Brother Mo, what do you think it would be?"

Zhang Xuansheng asked through sound transmission, wondering if Senior Brother Mo, who knew the sect better than himself, would have a clue.

"Junior Brother Xuansheng, that's just a scroll. How do I know what's in it, maybe it's some kind of secret? But it doesn't matter. Since the old man and the uncle haven't mentioned it, it must be nothing important."

Mo Shang forgot to reply, as if not interested in the content of the scroll.

"Hahaha, although the way of poetry is loved by mortals, it is still elegant, and old people like it very much."

Seeing some cold spots, Li Guanxi, as the host, stood up and said.

"Don't let the old show their ugliness before you show your talents."

Li Guanxi continued, obviously preparing to start and let everyone continue.

He has been preparing for this banquet for a long time, and all the people present are people with identities, and the atmosphere must be activated.

"City Lord Li's talent, Bi Luo, has long been heard, and I look forward to the best work of the city owner.

'Qiao Biluo' complimented.

"That old man will show his ugliness: at the banquet of the east wind in the purple mansion, the beauty of the blue sky dances all over the city. The gods are the most precious treasures and move people, and the Yuan Mingyue is even more pitiful."

After Li Guanxi yelled, he also glanced at Qiao Biluo.

"Papa Papa--"

As soon as the voice fell, there were bursts of applause in the venue.

"Good poem, good poem!"

All the guests touted.

Zhang Xuansheng sat next to Li Guanxi, and was a little surprised after listening to the other party's poem.

He thought it would be a limerick, but he didn't expect that Chengzhu Li still had some ink.

However, the last two sentences of the poem are obviously accusing Qiao Biluo, and the other party is suspected of disrupting the banquet.

"City Lord Li~"

'Qiao Biluo' didn't know if he heard Li Guanxi's voiceover, but smiled and praised.

"Since City Lord Li has taken the lead, then I will come too."

I saw the previous trench merchant stood up and said.

"The moon is really round tonight, and there is a banquet in the city that never sleeps. The two flowers are really beautiful, and Fairy Biluo is even better!"

After reciting the poem, the rich businessman did not forget to blink at Qiao Biluo, waiting for applause.

"Good poem!"

After a while of silence, it was unexpected that Mo Mengforgot was the one leading the applause.

"Good poem, especially the last sentence, it simply said to my heart, senior talent!"

Mo Yang forgotten excitedly praised.

Zhang Xuansheng quietly shifted his seat, he wanted to stay away from Senior Brother Mo.

What a shame!

Huiming, who was sitting next to Mo Shangwang, looked a little embarrassed.

However, Mo Shang forgot to start, and many people also reacted and applauded. After all, the trench merchant was also a person of identity, and he had to give face.

"This little brother, you have vision! If it is placed in the mortal kingdom, it must be the number one scholar!"

The wealthy businessman and Mo Yang forgot to look at each other, feeling a sense of sympathy.

"Since the predecessor Zhuyu is in front, I can't forget that I can't fall into the prestige of my god sealing the door, and then I will chant a poem to show my love for Fairy Qiao."

Mo Shang forgot to say, clearing his throat and preparing to start chanting poems.

'Qiao Bi Luo' smiled even more when he looked at Zhang Xuansheng after listening to Mo Shang's words, as if he felt that things were very funny.

"Brother Mo..."

Zhang Xuansheng just wanted to stop Senior Brother Doubi, but he didn't want the other party to have spoken.

Alas, respected Master, don't blame me, please be harder to beat me when I go back this time!

"Where does the Fengyuan Festival come? God has done a great job. Ask me what I look at the fairy. The moon represents my heart."

Mo Shang forgotten affectionately.

Zhang Xuansheng lightly stroked his forehead, thinking that if Uncle Mo was there, he would be more disabled than Senior Brother.

Qiao Biluo smiled after Mo Shang forgot to yin, as if very happy.

"Master Mo, this poem, Bi Luo likes it tightly."

'Qiao Biluo' said with a smile, and after speaking, he covered his mouth with a look of forbearance.

Zhang Xuansheng understands the other party very much, thinking from another position, he can't stop smiling.

"My little friend is so talented, I admire him!"

It was the trench merchant who first spoke in praise and looked at the look in his eyes, wishing to have a long conversation with Mo Shang Wang Bingzhu.

In the next period of time, because of the two "examples" of Mo Mengwang and Hao Shang, everyone in the venue also released themselves one by one.

Let Zhang Xuansheng refresh his understanding of "poems".

"Master Xuansheng, why not try it?"

'Qiao Biluo' saw Zhang Xuansheng not moving for a long time, and asked.

Zhang Xuansheng just smiled and looked at each other without speaking.

By now, he has understood that this Qiao Biluo definitely has ulterior motives tonight.

"It's because Biluo is negligent. This scroll is precious to others, but it is nothing for the real person Xuansheng who wants to inherit the master of the gods. If this is not the case, if the real poetry wins the title, Biluo will give you a special reward~"

'Qiao Biluo' said finally, winking like silk, and the meaning revealed in the words couldn't be more obvious.

Everyone present also became a sensation, and Mo Shangyan looked at his junior with envy.

"Amitabha, form is emptiness."

Huiming read silently aside.

Zhang Xuansheng also raised some interest. In the past seven years, he has often recalled his days in Moon God Palace.

Seven years have passed, he has achieved success, but because he has become more outstanding, the senior sisters dare not move in the face of themselves.

It made him feel sorry.

Really, haven't he been very active before, he was very disappointed with his senior sisters this time out.

Zhang Xuansheng flicked his sleeve robe and stood up from the table.

He hadn't forgotten the task the master gave him, just wanted to observe the level of everyone.

If the cultivators of Jiuxiao Continent were so talented, he could only say that he couldn't help the master.

But now, he is 100% confident that he can win the scroll!

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PY repayed his favor and pushed a new book "Obviously I'm the Trainer" by the big guy. Well, his pokeball was as accurate as Zhang Xuansheng.

Introduction:

Obviously I am the trainer, why are my elves show better than me, and even more popular than me???Is something wrong??