Chapter 2489: Yuexin Pavilion

"You are the Little Poet Su Luojing?!"

Qingsong's old eyes were filled with shock.

Even though he was a world-famous literary master, he could not hide his excitement when facing the Little Poet.

You know, any of the poems written by the Little Poet that were circulated in Kyoto was enough to make him, the leader of the literary world, far behind.

"It turns out to be Miss Su, please."

Literati have always looked down on women, but Qingsong was courteous and polite to Su Luojing.

Seeing him move aside and make way for the wide road, Su Luojing was about to move forward when he was stopped by Bai Chen.

"What's the matter?"

Su Luojing was a little confused when he was suddenly stopped by him.

And Qingsong's eyes were also complicated at this moment, and he looked at the seemingly unruly young man in black robe in front of him.

A new face.

Under Qingsong's scrutiny, Bai Chen smiled calmly. Seeing the snow in the sky, he could not fly over the threshold. He looked into the distance again. The courtyard was spotless, without a single snowflake. He immediately understood that the courtyard was covered by some kind of protective formation.

It was just a small formation.

Bai Chen curled his lips, and clenched his hands wrapped in white bandages in the air. A dark space crack suddenly appeared.

"Let's go."

He smiled calmly and said lightly.

Qingsong's eyes showed a hint of teasing.

Because the mystery of this formation is that you can't reach the inside even if you tear the void outside.

However, Su Luojing walked in directly as if his body penetrated the formation the moment he stepped in.

"What!"

Qingsong was shocked.

He looked at the black vortex in disbelief. Only then did he realize that this was not an ordinary space crack at all.

Wheel of Time and Space, such a profound spiritual skill, where had he seen it before.

When Bai Chen and Su Luojing walked out of the black vortex, they had already arrived at the courtyard.

In the huge courtyard, there was a pond in the middle and a hall in front.

This courtyard alone was the world-famous Yuexin Pavilion.

"Please."

Qingsong took a deep breath, his old eyes curved with a smile, and he looked at Bai Chen with a touch of appreciation.

...

The three of them came to the hall, and Su Luojing looked around the spacious hall. The wooden pillars were printed with poems, and he couldn't help but admire them curiously.

These poems were written by Qingsong in his life. Even if they were placed in the entire Xinglan Continent, they could be called the works of saints.

Unfortunately, compared with the Xingyuan poems in Su Luojing's memory, they were obviously not at the same level.

"Miss Su, you are tired from the journey, please follow me."

Qingsong took her to an elegant pavilion, the room was filled with sandalwood, elegant and comfortable.

Then he arranged a room for Bai Chen, right next to Su Luojing.

After settling the room, Qingsong went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Bai Chen came to Su Luojing's room, and then asked curiously: "Is Qingsong the only one in Yuexin Pavilion?"

"Well, this is a place where only saints can set foot. Even maids and servants are not allowed to act rashly. And Senior Qingsong, as a leader in the literary world, is naturally the owner here."

"Oh."

Bai Chen nodded slowly and took out an ancient book from the bookcase in the room. The poems on it gave him a headache.

"What kind of text is this, so weird~"

Bai Chen threw it back casually, causing Su Luojing to laugh.

"What should we do next?"

Su Luojing was a little nervous.

Although she had arrived at Yuexin Pavilion safely, she still felt that things were not as simple as they seemed.

"Don't think too much, eat when you should eat, drink when you should drink, and sleep when you should sleep. I'll take care of everything!"

Bai Chen stretched his waist and didn't take it seriously.

His current strength is no longer what it used to be. Compared with ten years ago, it is completely different!

…

At the dinner, the three of them drank and talked happily, saying nothing but polite words.

Bai Chen could see that Qingsong had been trying to test Su Luojing's literary talent with words, but all of them were resolved by this clever little ghost.

At night, they returned to the room and fell asleep one after another.

It was a good night.

…

The next morning, Bai Chen got up very early, but when he opened the door, Qingsong was already fishing by the pond.

"Get up so early to fish?"

Bai Chen yawned lazily and walked forward.

At this time, he saw that Qingsong's fish hook was actually straight.

And, it was suspended three feet above the water!

Isn't this the trick he used to show off when he was in Zixia Empire?

Suspending three feet above the water, fishing with a straight hook, what he caught was not a fish.

Qingsong did not speak, but kept a calm fishing posture. After Bai Chen understood the meaning, he found a bamboo stool and sat down.

Since what he caught was not a fish, he just had to wait patiently for the other party to come to the door.

He wanted to see who would come here.

Unconsciously, more than an hour had passed.

Su Luojing also dressed up and walked out of the house.

She first looked at the pine tree where she was fishing, and then looked at Bai Chen. When their eyes met, Bai Chen signaled her not to speak.

She understood and came to Bai Chen's side, watching the fish swimming in the pond and the floating lotus leaves with him, waiting for the person she was fishing to appear.

They just stared at each other for almost another half an hour, and finally someone knocked on the door.

"Brother, open the door!"

A heroic and rough voice came from outside the door.

Qingsong heard this, put down his fishing rod, and walked away slowly.

When he opened the door, a strong man with a red beard walked through the spiritual barrier in a flash, then strode towards this side with ten drawers of hot meat buns in his hand.

"Haha, brother, I heard that you finally have another distinguished guest here. I also want to meet who he is!"

He came to Su Luojing's side, clasped his fists and said with a smile: "My name is Zhuang Ling, and you must be the little poetry fairy Su Luojing!"

"Um."

Su Luojing pursed her red lips slightly, her beautiful eyes suddenly raised, pretending to be noble and arrogant: "Just now you said that a guest came here, are you scolding him?"

"Swearing? Is there any?"

Zhuang Ling scratched his head and looked at Qingsong as if he was embarrassed: "Brother, this Miss Su is a talented person appointed by His Majesty. It is very common to invite her in, but you can't send all the followers of cats and dogs to us. Let it go, this is against the rules.”

Ah……

Are you sure this guy is here for me?

Bai Chen had been wondering before, how could such a tall and rough guy suddenly appear in Yuexin Pavilion, which is known as a holy place for literati? He turned out to be looking for trouble.

But his troubles can be found by others if they want to?

"I said, you have already said this, don't you even want to lose face?"

Red Beard suddenly walked towards Bai Chen with a fierce look.

At this moment, vast energy fluctuations surged directly from his body.

However, he had just taken a step, and with a flick of Bai Chen's finger, an even more terrifying energy from heaven and earth suddenly came down from the sky, causing the red-bearded old man's face to tremble, and he stumbled on the spot...

thump!

Kneel on the ground.