【Moon Palace】

“Ah~”

With a scream, a shirtless man vomited blood and flew.

"The Holy Body of Heaven!"

"Saint! He is the supreme saint!"

"Oh my God, I actually offended a saint!"

...

The man murmured to himself, looking frightened and regretful.

No wonder just a poem can alarm the Moon Palace. This is a great power.

It is said that saints are not in the five elements, not in the six realms, and have long since jumped out of the cycle of destiny, cut off the seven emotions and six desires, and have arisen in the heaven and earth.

But unexpectedly, this saint was actually a mortal in the lower realm of cultivating the lower realm, and even expressed his admiration for Fairy Chang'e, which was not in line with the identity of the saint.

"No, offend the Holy Lord, you will surely die. Why am I still alive?"

"This saint is indeed ordinary and does not seem to have noticed my existence?"

"Is it the reincarnation of the Saint Lord, to travel through the world and experience worldly life?"

"Otherwise, with the identity and supernatural powers of the Holy Lord, there is no need to do anything more than that."

...

The man was still scared and calmly thought.

Only when a saint is reincarnated and forgets his previous life can he save his life by chance.

But even if a saint is reincarnated and offending a saint is also a very disrespectful act.

Even the Emperor of Heaven has to give in to the saints three points, let alone being a mere little immortal.

Just as he was panicked, a cold voice came: "Wu Gang! I have known your thoughts for a long time. I advise you to give up your thoughts! Be punished by being content with your own composure, and don't make a strange sound to attract my fairy's attention!"

But I saw a fairy-like woman walking towards me with a stunning temperament.

A snow-white down robe with beautiful skin, bright eyes and white teeth, and lips like cherry blossoms. She looks nobility and holiness that is not as good as the world's fireworks.

Wherever you go, it seems that everything is eclipsed.

goddess…

Wu Gang's eyes were obsessed with infatuation.

"Bah! Bah! What am I still fantasizing about? This is the woman the Saint Lord is interested in. How dare I, a little fairy, have any bad thoughts?" Wu Gang slapped himself hard and beat him back to reality.

I thought to myself that the Saint Lord reincarnated as a mortal and practiced, and was afraid that he knew nothing about the affairs of the upper realm, and the poetic wonderland that shocked the Moon Palace was also improvised. He accidentally touched Fairy Chang'e's heart.

This is not to express love, but to misunderstand the artistic conception of the poems of the Saint.

As the saying goes, the willows are planted in a shade without any intention.

There was a misunderstanding, so wouldn’t it be more perfect to make this misunderstanding a reality?

If you can tie this red line between the Saint Lord and Fairy Chang'e, wouldn't you be able to make up for it?

Wu Gang was secretly happy. He thought of a good solution to remedy. He stared at Fairy Chang'e with his eyes, and felt like he had found a life-saving grass.

"Don't look at me like this, be careful to dig your eyes!" Fairy Chang'e looked cold and disgusting.

"The fairy misunderstood. In fact, Xiaoxian came to give you a gift."

"No, don't step into Guanghan Palace in half a step!"

"No, the fairy needs it, this is also the fairy's wish forever."

"Wish? You understand my thoughts very much?" Fairy Chang'e looked at her and disdained her.

Wu Gang smiled and said with a good smile: "I hope people will live long and share the beauty of the moon together from thousands of miles away..."

Fairy Chang'e was stunned and said angrily: "Shut up! Don't insult such a beautiful poem, spitting it out of your mouth, it's simply ruining the artistic conception of this poem!"

"The fairy said that this poem has endless artistic conception, which can be said to shock the world, tears in ghosts and gods, and always pass away from the present. Even if it is the Star Lord of Wenqu, he cannot write such a vast poem." Wu Gang said with a respectful face: "Being able to make such an eternal quatrain is enough to be a poet saint!"

But when he first got this poem, Wu Gang cursed and said it was nonsense.

Now, I know that it is from the masterpiece of the Saint, but I know that it is the supreme treasure.

"Shocking the world and crying ghosts and gods? You don't know what the meaning of this poem is, so you think you are arrogant and arrogant. You are really hypocritical!" Fairy Chang'e snorted, "But you are right. This poem is a masterpiece of a worldly masterpiece, and even Wenqu Xingjun is hard to compare."

"What the fairy said is that although the little fairy has no ink, she is deeply touched by this poetic artistic conception, and has endless imagination and endless aftertaste." Wu Gang seemed very respectful.

"Enough! Every praise you say is an insult to this beautiful poem!" Fairy Chang'e snorted coldly, and seemed extremely disgusted with Wu Gang.

"Xiaoxian is indeed not worthy, so she wants to give this gift to the fairy."

"I said, no need!"

"What if it was that poem?"

"poetry?"

Chang'e was stunned.

Wu Gang smiled and presented a scroll with both hands.

"kindness?"

Chang'e's eyes lit up.

Although this scroll is not so exquisite, you can feel a strong spirit of Confucianism and Taoism.

"This is…"

Chang'e was a little confused and expectant.

"Fairy, please see it, it's a big surprise." Wu Gang smiled mysteriously.

Chang'e knew that the painting scroll was extraordinary, but she seemed to think of something, her heartbeat increased, and she slowly uncovered the painting scroll with nervous and expectant expectations.

Surprised to see you!

There are lines of magnificent words, and there is a vast and magnificent Confucian and Taoist spirit between them, which strongly shakes Chang'e's mind.

"When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky with wine."

"I don't know what year it will be today in the palace in the sky."

"I want to ride the wind and go back, but I am afraid that the jade building and jade pagoda will be colder at high places."

...

Chang'e's beautiful eyes were stunned and she was instantly immersed in the beautiful poetic realm.

The artistic conception is continuous and intoxicating.

Every sentence and every word is strongly affecting Chang'e's mind.

It seemed as if the figure who had imagined countless times appeared in her mind like a illusion.

"It's him! It's his work!"

Chang'e was excited, ecstatic, and asked excitedly: "Wu Xianyou, where did you come from this poem?"

Now, Chang'e's name to Wu Gang has changed.

"It's from the mortal world."

"Mortal?"

"The little fairy was bored for a moment and was bored when she was idle. She traveled privately in the mortal world and happened to have the chance to discover such a holy work." Wu Gang said: "But the little fairy violated the laws of heaven after all, and I hope the fairy can keep it secret."

"Keep confidential! Of course you have to keep it confidential! I wonder who this poem was written by?" Chang'e couldn't wait.

"He is a hermit." Wu Gang said with a smile.

Although Wu Gang did not understand the intention of the Saint Lord, he naturally did not dare to indicate the identity of the Saint Lord.

Even if the Holy Lord really admires Chang'e, he must not want his identity to make Chang'e feel pressured, nor do he want Chang'e's longing to become a kind of awe.

I don’t want the difference between identities and ranks, so that this thousand-year love becomes a distance.

Therefore, Wu Gang just needs to tie a red line, and everything will go with the flow.

"The Hermitage..."

Chang'e looked full of admiration and sighed softly: "It's a pity that I am in Guanghan Palace, how dare I have the desire to think about ordinary people anymore? If I were known to the Emperor of Heaven, I would have to suffer from all kinds of disasters."

"The fairy actually has a heart of admiration, so she has to pursue it boldly." Wu Gang said with a smile.

This poet is the saint, and the emperor of heaven has to give in to the point of giving in to the point of heaven.

"I am not afraid of the Heavenly Poem, but I am afraid of implicating this poet."

"The fate is not to be found. If the fairy is struggling to guard the sky, it is probably even more painful than suffering from all disasters." Wu Gang encouraged, "If the fairy has the will, the little fairy will help you fulfill your wish."

"You? Hehe... I'm afraid you have ulterior motives." Chang'e looked suspicious.

"The little fairy sincerely admires this poet. She also saw that the fairy had suffered for many years and couldn't bear it, so she thought that she could fulfill her long-cherished wish for the fairy." Wu Gang said sincerely: "Please don't worry, fairy, Xiao fairy is definitely sincere."

"Thank you, I have indeed been rude over the years." Chang'e apologized, very grateful.

"No, it's the little fairy's delusion, and I hope the fairy will ignore her past grudges."

"I'm so serious, when can I recommend this saint to me?"

"Xiaoxian has suffered some damage when she descended to the earth this time. When she recovers her cultivation, she will definitely help you."

"damage?"

Chang'e frowned and realized that Wu Gang was indeed seriously injured.

Uncontrollably, a delicate medicine bottle appeared in Chang'e's hand: "This is the immortal pill refined by Laojun of Taishang, which is a little helpful to your injuries."

"Thank you fairy." Wu Gang thanked and took the fairy pill.
Chapter completed!