The banquet was held at Lin Yuanwai's house. That night, the moon was bright in the sky, the breeze was gentle, the lanterns and candles were very lively, and the fragrance of flowers was filled with the yard.

Under a willow tree in the courtyard, Qi Yue, Lin Yuanwai, Zhang Yuanwai, Qingxuan and others sat on a table, with delicious wine and delicious food, and drinking a few drinks in such an environment. If it weren't too lively, this scene would be a great enjoyment in life.

Halfway through the banquet, Zhang Yuanwai stood up. Zhang Yuanwai was a scholar who was on the ground, but he did have some talent, but failed the exam many times. Later, with the help of his friends, he went into business. Unexpectedly, from then on, Yuanwai, who was lucky enough to come, but Zhang Yuanwai still felt that he was unable to get a fame and fortune in his life.

"Everyone at the table, everyone is talented and learned. Today is the Dragon Boat Festival, let's gather together to discuss it. Each of them writes a poem to help the wine. I wonder what everyone thinks?" Ignore the people on the other tables, Zhang Yuanwai just suggested on Qi Yue's table.

Seeing this, Qingxuan immediately cheered loudly, but said, "It is of course good to write poems to cheer up, but everything should have a bright future, otherwise it would be better if you don't write this poem." Others agreed.

Juren Chen asked over there, "I wonder what the lottery is that Taoist Master Qingxuan said?"

"As for the lottery, of course, I have to care about things. I suggest that if I write a poem and get recognized by you, then I will ask Mr. Zhang to buy a mountain deed for me in Shushan for me. I wonder if it is possible to start a mountain in the future?". Obviously, Master Qingxuan wanted the land deed of Mount Emei. Although Master Qingxuan knew that this land deed did not need to care about people in the cultivation world, it was still possible to take it out and disgust Qi Yue.

"You can do it in terms of Taoism, but you are far behind writing poetry." Taoist Master Qingxuan was unwilling to accept the failure at noon and decided to bring back his face.

Zhang Yuanwai smiled and nodded, "As long as Master Qingxuan's poems pass, and with appropriate guarantees, buying a land deed is not a problem." The secular court did not add much jurisdiction to Shushan, but it would be OK if you wanted to buy land, and it was cheaper than the outside.

"Then, let's participate too." Juren Chen closed his fan and said lightly.

"It would be great to have Juren Chen attend." Qingxuan smiled tacitly in secret with Juren Chen.

Qi Yue watched coldly, knowing that there was something wrong with the two of them, and he might have reached an agreement to deal with him together.

I saw the juren Chen laughing: "Then the lottery is the same as the one below. A land deed, Mr. Zhang, please consider it."

Mr. Zhang nodded, then looked at Qi Yue: "I wonder what Master Qi wants?"

Qi Yue nodded: "I think so too. If my poems are still pleasing to me, please ask Mr. Zhang to apply for a land deed for me to avoid making trouble for me."

"Then it depends on whether Taoist Master Qi has the ability." Juren Chen looked at Qi Yue with a little contemptuous look. After all, Qi Yue's age is really not convincing.

"But what if you lose?" At this time, Mr. Zhang asked another question.

Chen Juren thought for a while: "If the poems I have not been able to do, I would like to serve your mansion wholeheartedly for one year."

Zhang Yuanwai smiled and said, "This is inappropriate. Juren Chen is a juren from the court. How could he live in my small temple? Taoist Master Qingxuan and Taoist Master Qi are even more outspoken. This is a bit too much."

As soon as Zhang Yuanwai finished speaking, Qingxuan suddenly said: "According to Chen Juren's wishes, if I lose, I will stay at Zhang Yuanwai's home for a year and I am willing to worship him."

At this time, Qi Yue had already understood that Qing Xuan and the others were deliberately planning to humiliate themselves. After all, among the three, the two were alone and had their own plans to use the Zhang family, but they couldn't do it. They were the head of a sect. Once they lost, the face of the Emei sect would be greatly lost by themselves.

But Qi Yue laughed in his heart, only you two rotten sweet potatoes and stinky bird eggs also wanted to frame me. I can't recite a few Tang and Song lyrics in my previous life.

So Qi Yue nodded and said, "Since Master Qingxuan is so brave, I can't be content with others. Well, I agree. Zhang Yuanwai is dedicated to the Tao. I can just worship the Zhang family. It's okay to spend a year discussing Taoism with Zhang Yuanwai."

The lottery was finalized one by one. Only Yuanwai Lin did not participate in the competition. As a judge, his identity should still be fair.

As the person who proposed, Zhang Yuanwai was the first to stand up. He held the wine pot in his hand, and Zhang Yuanwai walked square steps, wandering around the willows by the table.

After savoring a sip of wine, Zhang Yuanwai said slowly: "It's bright on May 5th, and the flowers around the river are crying in the morning eagle; the gentry had not left the courtyard, and he had heard the harmony on the shore.

"Okay, it's really good!" Qingxuan shouted loudly from the side.

On the other side, Chen Juren also nodded frequently: "Zhang Yuanwai's poems are really nothing to say. The flowers surround the river and the morning orioles are singing. The breath of spring is strong, which is refreshing!"

Mr. Lin couldn't help but applaud. Indeed, Mr. Zhang's poems are still very skillful.

Only Qi Yue smiled and said nothing, thinking that it was too coincidental. This poem seemed to be similar to the one I knew in my previous life. In addition, the length was much shorter than the one I knew in my previous life, and this one I said was worse than the one I knew in my previous life, and it was just right for me to use.

At this time, the other people at the dinner table had noticed this. When they heard so many people cheering in unison, Mr. Zhang was very proud. When he was full of confidence, he saw Qi Yue smiling and silent. He felt a little unhappy and said in confusion: "Master Qi refused to speak, so he must be the poems he wrote that are not as good as Master Qi's ears."

Qi Yue waved his hand: "This is a bad statement. Zhang Yuanwai's poems are fresh and unique, and they are indeed not vulgar. They are just slightly flawed, but they are not serious. If the flaws do not cover up the jade, they are also considered good sentences."

"Oh!" Zhang Yuanwai immediately became interested, returned to his seat and sat down, and said to Qi Yue: "Then please give Master Qi some advice. I wonder if there are any flaws in the following poem?" This poem was written by Zhang Yuanwai for a long time before the Dragon Boat Festival in previous years. He thought it was excellent, but when Qi Yue said it, he was a little dissatisfied.

And Chen Juren and Qingxuan also looked at Qi Yue, ready to watch Qi Yue's joke.

Qi Yue was not anxious and took a sip of his daughter Hong in the wine glass. She was very stanced and moved slowly. Until everyone present could not hold back their energy and could not help but speak slowly, Qi Yue slowly said, "Zhang Yuanwai, I heard the harmony of Qi on the shore, I don't know if I can change it."

"How to change it? We have seen the dragon boat race at noon. As the situation is, the audience on the shore can be said to be the first to hear the harmony. Is there any difference in this sentence?" Before Zhang Yuanwai could speak, Qingxuan had already jumped out first. His colleagues were enemies, and he had defeated Qi Yue once, so he now disliked Qi Yue everywhere and tried his best to pick Qi Yue's thorn.
Chapter completed!