I cultivate immortality through The Sims.

Chapter 66 A Nascent Soul expert wants to kill me?

Qian Wantu had no idea what the poem was, but that didn't stop him from replying, "Fellow Daoist, you are indeed a kindred spirit!"

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The bearded monk immediately said, "I knew it!"

"With your exceptional talent, fellow Daoist, you will surely be a guest of Fairy Ripples tonight!"

"Haha!" Qian Wantu laughed twice, as if victory was in his grasp!

After these two poems were published, no one else stepped forward to write poems.

Lanxiang frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed, and immediately asked in all directions, "Is there any other fellow Daoist willing to compose a poem?"

There was no sound.

"After that fellow Daoist's poem, who would dare to humiliate themselves now!" the bearded cultivator shouted.

A fleeting, chilling glint flashed in Lanxiang's eyes as she looked at the bearded cultivator.

Are there any other fellow cultivators?

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Lanxiang asked again.

But all was still silent.

The helplessness in Lanxiang's heart flashed by in an instant.

She immediately turned to Xiao Lianyi and said, "Miss Lianyi, I'm afraid no one will write poems anymore."

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"Which song do you prefer, the first or the second?"

Even those who don't understand poetry feel that the second poem is more like a poem.

In addition, after the stubble-faced cultivator's interpretation, he naturally agreed that the second poem was better.

If Xiao Lianyi were to step forward at this moment and say that she prefers the first poem.

That would inevitably make other cultivators suspect something was amiss.

Xiao Lianyi was also somewhat helpless, but she still looked at the private room where Qian Wantu was.

"In that case, please come down for a chat, fellow Daoist!" Lanxiang also invited Qian Wantu to the private room where he was.

Qian Wantu was already impatient.

Upon hearing Lanxiang's invitation, he immediately jumped down with an air of elegance.

Even before anyone knew it, Qian Wantu had acquired a folding fan in his hand.

"So it's Young Master Qian!" Lanxiang was somewhat surprised. "I didn't expect that Young Master Qian is not only so extravagant, but also so talented."

Qian Wantu's eyes kept glancing at Xiao Lianyi, but he still pretended to be calm and said, "It's nothing special. Poetry and literature are just my hobbies."

"In that case, Miss Xiao, please give us another question, and Young Master Qian, please compose another poem. This will broaden our horizons!" Lanxiang said with a smile.

Qian Wantu was taken aback, his fanning motion abruptly halting: "Miss Lan is joking!"

"Actually, that poem wasn't written by me!"

"That poem was written by my close friend, Brother Yang Muyang."

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"He was inexperienced and worried that he wouldn't be able to handle it, so he begged me repeatedly before I finally came out."

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At this point, Qian Wantu turned to look at the private room where Yang Mu was: "I'm sorry, Brother Yang, I can't help you anymore!"

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"Oh?" Lanxiang said with an expression that said, "In that case, why not invite Fellow Daoist Yang down to meet me?"

Yang Mu was immediately numb!

I should have just held back!

I was thinking of just reciting a poem to make Qian Wantu stop acting like no one was around.

After all, Li Bai's "Ode to a Knight-Errant" is, strictly speaking, completely unsuitable for the current context.

Little did anyone know, that simpleton and Qian Wantu's back-and-forth singing made the "Ode to Gallantry" seem perfectly suited to the current scene.

Based on Yang Mu's previous personality in the Wanhua Sect, whether it was Xiaoqin, Yihe, or Qian Wantu's charming servants.

Yang Mu would do it without hesitation.

But today is Yang Mu's first day in Fuqin City.

Too many coincidences forced Yang Mu to be cautious.

Yang Mu didn't dare to touch Xiaoqin and Yihe, in particular.

Not to mention Xiao Lianyi, who is said to have a naturally alluring body.

The opening of Yixiang Pavilion was obviously suspicious, and Yang Mu dared not approach it.

How would I know? How would I know!

Cause and effect, it's a cycle!

He tricked Qian Wantu before, and this guy immediately sold himself out.

Yang Mu immediately hesitated, wondering whether he should go down.

Or, if you go downstairs, just say you can't write poetry, and that the last poem was just a burst of inspiration.

Or, you could just make up a random poem.

Unexpectedly, just as Yang Mu was hesitating, Lan Xiang said in a slightly angry voice: "Fellow Daoist dares to write this poem, yet dares not show your face!"

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"Could it be that they are deliberately making fun of my Yixiang Pavilion?!"

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Damn!

I can't take the blame for this!

Yang Mu was startled and had no choice but to jump to the center of the stage: "Upon seeing Miss Lianyi's ethereal beauty, I am so nervous that I am at a loss for words!"

"That's why I came down late; I had no intention of playing around at all!"

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Lanxiang looked Yang Mu up and down, and immediately smiled and said, "So you are the person destined to be with my Yixiang Pavilion. Lanxiang was just being presumptuous!"

At this point, Lanxiang continued, "In Yixiang Pavilion, what is said is law."

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"Since Fellow Daoist Yang's poem has been approved by Miss Lianyi, then Fellow Daoist Yang can become Miss Lianyi's guest tonight."

"I..." Yang Mu was about to explain when he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

A tremendous sense of crisis swept over Yang Mu.

Immediately, a thought popped into Yang Mu's mind: A Nascent Soul expert has murderous intent towards me!

Has the crisis been detected?

Yang Mu immediately understood.

Since the last simulation, the crisis perception has not shown any signs of activity.

Unexpectedly, a warning was issued tonight.

That shouldn't be happening!

In the simulation, I didn't attend the opening ceremony of Yixiang Pavilion, so how could I be targeted?

Just as she was thinking this, Lanxiang spoke up: "However, please forgive my rudeness."

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"We need to confirm that the poem we just read was written by you, fellow Daoist."

"Therefore, please give me another question, Miss Lianyi, and I will compose another poem on the spot."

Just then, a mysterious powerful figure suddenly transmitted a message to Yang Mu: "If you dare to write another poem, you will die!"

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You don't need to tell me, I won't do it!

Just as he made up his mind, another mysterious female powerhouse transmitted a message to Yang Mu: "If you dare not do this, you will die!"

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Yang Mu felt a chill in his heart: whether he wrote poetry or not, he would die.

I shouldn't have written that poem!

That's practically courting death!

Seemingly sensing Yang Mu's emotional shift, the mysterious powerful woman continued to transmit her voice, "If you can become Xiao Lianyi's intimate companion, I guarantee you'll be safe!"

It seems I have no other choice.

We have no choice but to trust this mysterious and powerful woman.

Having made up his mind, Yang Mu immediately said, "I can give it a try!"

Upon hearing this, Lanxiang immediately smiled and looked at Xiao Lianyi.

Xiao Lianyi pondered for a long time before saying, "Then please give me a poem, fellow Daoist."

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Let me give you a poem?

This question is both difficult and easy.

The key is to see Xiao Lianyi's attitude.

After all, the poem was a gift for her.

She thinks that what's good is good!

She felt it was bad, and no matter what others said, she had her reasons for saying it was bad!

Thinking of this, Yang Mu became even more certain that there was definitely something wrong with Yixiang Pavilion!

There's absolutely something wrong with it!

To solve this problem, you must think of, or rather, memorize, a poem that she can't find fault with at all.

With that in mind, Yang Mu began searching the poetry database.

After a moment, Yang Mu thought of the safest option.

The decision is yours!

Veteran actor!

Immediately, Yang Mu pretended to ponder deeply, and then began to recite in a clear voice: "Clouds remind me of her clothes, flowers of her face..."

He took a step, glanced at Xiao Lianyi, and then continued reciting with feeling: "The spring breeze caresses the balustrade, the dew is heavy."

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Then, Yang Mu pretended to be deep in thought, and after a moment, he recited again: "If not seen on the top of Mount Qunyu, then met under the moon on the Jade Terrace."

Upon hearing this poem, even Lanxiang, who was instigating the trouble, couldn't help but fall into thought.

The entire room fell silent instantly!

Just then, the old actor, the stubble-faced monk, immediately shouted, "What a fine poem!"

Immediately, one of the cultivators retorted with dissatisfaction, "Did you understand? It's right here, okay!"

Just then, Xiao Lianyi, her face full of complex emotions, still spoke up: "Fellow Daoist's talent has impressed me greatly!"

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"I wonder if you would do me the honor of having a long talk with Lianyi by candlelight tonight?"