As long as someone is reading Nie Xiaoqian's works, his literary spirit will continue to spread.

After staying in Lanruo Temple for so many days, she was almost always absorbing literary energy to condense her ghost, and consciously making great progress, thinking that she might be able to slightly resist the power of the door god.

So on the day of the Lantern Festival, the sun set off for Guobei County as soon as it darkened.

But what disappointed her was that although the door god's sight was no longer as uncomfortable as before, she could not hold on for too long.

Especially those door gods bought from Laoshan for a large price, which are particularly powerful, and she can't even connect nearly ten feet.

Nie Xiaoqian, who was originally planning to go to Siyizhai or the Wang family's mansion, was blocked by the door god formation, so she had to write a poem using the peach blossom paper given by Wang Qiongying, and asked someone to send it to the Wang family, and retreated to Wanghu Tower.

Wanghu Tower is not far from Lanling Duke, just by a river with water in Xiaojing Lake, and there are not many houses nearby.

However, the venue for the Shangyuan Festival poetry meeting was set up in Wanghu Tower, so Wanghu Tower was crowded with people at this time, with talented men and beautiful women coming to participate in the poetry meeting everywhere upstairs and downstairs.

Nie Xiaoqian was wearing a white dress, soft and clean, showing her shape, and stood under the shade of the tree with a bamboo basket.

She has already seen the way of practicing "Taiyin Shape Refining Method". The two-pronged ejaculation of Yuehua and Wenqi has been a first-handed effect. The gloomy ghost energy on her body has faded away and she has become more popular. In public, as long as she avoids traveling with martial arts practitioners with strong qi and blood, it is okay to contact with many people.

But she was used to quietness, and Wang Qiongying had not arrived yet, so she didn't want to join in the fun on Wanghu Tower.

There were people coming and going on the grass path, and not particularly sharp-eyed, they could not see her in the dark. Even if they could see it, they could only roughly identify the outline. Maybe they would be scared and then cursed inwardly, pretending to be a ghost.

However, she is a ghost, and it is purely slander for pretending to be a god or a ghost to scare people.

She stood there without any rush, waiting quietly, and from time to time she could hear scholars chanting Su Shi's "Drunk Book on Wanghu Tower" from nearby.

The black clouds are turning over the ink and the mountains are not covered, and the white rain jumps into the boat.

The wind blows away suddenly, and the water under the lake tower is as bright as the sky.

There were very few entertainment programs in ancient times. In addition to making friends through literature, the main purpose should be to be lively and arts-like, which is second to the next.

In Nie Xiaoqian's opinion, there is no big difference from those who came to KTV to sing K in their previous lives.

When singing K, some people sing better, some people sing worse, but they are all the same.

At the poetry meeting, some people write better, while others write worse, but you wrote it all the same.

In previous years, Wang Qiongying was good at dancing and hosted the poetry meeting in an orderly manner. Tonight's Wanghulou Poetry Meeting lacked the number one socialite in the county like her, and it was inevitable that it would be a little messy and lacked some colors.

Not long after, Nie Xiaoqian saw a warm sedan chair floating like the wind in the moonlight.

The reason why it is said to be floating is not because the warm sedan chair is a ghost sedan chair, but the two sedan chairmen who are raising their feet are neat and their steps are flying.

The Wang family is rich and powerful. Looking at the two sedan chairmen with bulging waists, looking at their light skills, and looking at their vigorous qi and blood, the martial arts masters are undoubtedly good at martial arts.

"elder sister."

As soon as the warm sedan stopped, Wang Qiongying was so happy that she rushed out like a bird that flew into the forest.

Nie Xiaoqian is a ghost body and has a cold feeling on her body. She doesn't want to get too close to Wang Qiongying, so she avoids Wang Qiongying's hug in a clever way.

Wang Qiongying was probably too happy. She didn't notice such details and just talked in a silly manner. However, Nie Xiaoqian soon noticed that the maid Baoqin, who was almost inseparable from Wang Qiongying, was not there, so she asked, "Where is Baoqin, why can't you see anyone?"

Wang Qiongying smiled and said, "She walked too slowly, so I let her rest."

In fact, Wang Qiongying asked the two sedan chairmen to arrive at Wanghu Tower as fast as possible, so that they walked too fast and left the zither who could only walk.

"Sister, is this your new book?" As usual, Wang Qiongying quickly turned her eyes on Nie Xiaoqian's bamboo basket.

"Well, it's a new one. If you want to see it, take it." Nie Xiaoqian nodded and handed the bamboo basket to Wang Qiongying.

Compared with "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer", "The Six-Fingered Piano Demon" has a very murderous aura.

Huang Xuemei's palm is in the Heavenly Demon Piano. Once the strings are plucked, blood will definitely splash five steps. She is a little worried that Wang Qiongying will not like it.

However, at this time, Wang Qiongying obviously would not consider whether the "Six Fingered Piano Demon" fits her wishes. She always refused everyone to come about the novel written by Nie Xiaoqian. She happily took the bamboo basket with her left hand and pulled Nie Xiaoqian with her right hand and said, "Sister, let's go up. The famous Nie Yuzhi visited the Wanghulou Poetry Conference in person. I wonder how many people will be blinded."

She has been friends with Nie Xiaoqian for a long time, and occasionally a few postmodern words that she learned from Nie Xiaoqian will appear in her mouth.

However, Nie Xiaoqian was destined to be unable to go up with her, because Nie Xiaoqian just emitted the sensing and sensed a faint fluctuation of magic power on the Wanghu Tower. However, some people carried magic talismans like exorcising evil spirits, which could seriously affect ghosts.

"I don't want to see too many strangers. Go up, I'll wait for you on the boat below, okay?" Nie Xiaoqian had to find an excuse for herself.

"If you don't go, why should I go up alone?" Wang Qiongying replied with some disappointment. She didn't want to attend the poetry meeting at all. She knew Nie Xiaoqian was here from the poem on the peach blossom paper, so she hurried over.

Seeing that her expression was slightly depressed, Nie Xiaoqian was about to say a few words of comfort, but Wang Qiongying seemed to suddenly remember something, her eyes lit up and said, "Sister, have you written poetry and lyrics?"

"In the bamboo basket, there are a few songs of snow chanting and writing about the Lantern Festival." Nie Xiaoqian was stunned and replied.

"That's great. The poetry meeting should end soon. Sister, please wait for me here for a while, and I'll go back." Wang Qiongying said, holding the corner of her skirt in one hand and the bamboo basket in the other, hurriedly walking upstairs of Wanghu Tower.

Nie Xiaoqian didn't know what she was going to do, so she shook her head and slowly walked to the black-sailed boat beside the Wanghu Tower and under the bridge.

Although the two sedan chairmen with strong qi and blood could not affect her, she was unwilling to get close from the bottom of her heart, and subconsciously wanted to stay away.

Wang Qiongying said that the poetry meeting was about to end, and it was indeed very soon. Before she could finish two cups of tea, she heard the sound of cheering from the Wanghu Tower. Not long after, the figures scattered.

Nie Xiaoqian walked out of the black-sailed boat and looked up. Seeing Wang Qiuying blinking at herself on the railing, signaling her to come down soon.

However, just as Nie Xiaoqian was about to go downstairs to meet her, a sudden scream of horror came down from the upper floor, followed by a crackling sound, mixed with the sound of tables, chairs, cups and basins breaking.

Wang Qiongying was still upstairs, and Nie Xiaoqian felt nervous. She didn't care about hiding the ghost body and floated upstairs directly.

The two sedan chairmen who had been faithfully guarding downstairs were faster than Nie Xiaoqian. When their voices suddenly sounded, they immediately turned into the air, connected their toes to the wall, and in the blink of an eye they reached the upstairs.

For a moment, there were screams from the tower on the lake, and there were endless fighting sounds of ping-pong.

Before Nie Xiaoqian could float up to Wanghu Tower, a strong smell of blood had already come to her nose, and the aroma of ambergris cakes on the ground could not be concealed.

And when she was about to enter Wanghu Tower, the fence suddenly broke open under the firelight in front of her, and a sharp cold light like a moon hook flashed out, coming very quickly.

Nie Xiaoqian, who had never had any experience in fighting, had not yet reacted, and the extremely sharp cold light flashed from her waist.
Chapter completed!