Can Master Come?!

As one person after another recited poems and played music, but no more maids emerged from the flower boat, more and more cultivators felt like crying but could say nothing more...

If there's one thing they want to do most right now, it's to hang up and beat those people who had the option to board a pleasure boat but insisted on boarding the one in the middle of the river!

But then again, didn't she want to get on that flower boat in the middle of the river?

That's definitely what they were thinking!

With such beautiful mountain scenery, such exquisite beauty, and a cultivator, and the option to take her away after just one night, what man could remain calm?

I'm a cultivator, not a monk. Besides, even a monk probably couldn't control himself.

"Hmph! So what if those two mountains are a bit majestic? Is that all that arguing about? Men are all the same! Now look what's happened, they can't even get on a pleasure boat. Serves them right!"

On the riverbank, a black-haired girl spoke, concealing her long silver hair and fox features as a member of the White Fox Race, appearing more like a pretty girl next door.

Another girl chimed in, equally displeased. "Yeah, yeah, so what if they're older! Are they any better looking than our master? If these men saw our master's true face, wouldn't they be consumed by lust?"

"Bai Xiu! Bai Tie! Stop talking nonsense!"

Bai Ling scolded.

The two girls pouted, wanting to say something, but seeing Bai Ling Ling's angry expression, they shut their mouths, placed their hands on their waists, and bowed.

"Please forgive me, Master... Junior Sister..."

Bai Ling also bowed to the woman who, despite concealing her true appearance, still frequently attracted attention.

In fact, Bai Ling was also very unwilling to accept this.

If the owner wasn't concealing her face but showing her true appearance, then what would be the point of these hundred pleasure boats on the riverbank?

So what if it's bigger than its owner? Does being bigger make it better? Can it be eaten?

The master's figure is the most perfect I've ever seen!

Seemingly unaware of Bai Ling and the others' voices, Bai Jiu Yi continued to watch the cultivators who were taking to the air one after another, reciting poems, composing verses, playing musical instruments, and painting calligraphy and paintings, as if she were waiting, waiting for someone.

Even the woman herself didn't know if, if he really did take to the air, he would get on that flower boat in the middle of the river.

Is that the kind of woman he likes?

However, instead of Jiang Lin composing poetry and playing the zither, Bai Jiu Yi saw a pig fly up.

This pig looks familiar.

I think I saw it when I was traveling through the Demon Race World.

oh?

Isn't this the demon king from a thousand years ago? Has she actually come to the Empty Spirit Sect? Was this her doing? This is quite interesting.

"What a wonderful night! I, Jiji Bo, will compose a poem!"

Between them, the loud, somewhat lewd voice of the five-hundred-pound Jiji Bo echoed out, and then he cleared his throat and was about to recite a poem!

But before the pig in the air could utter a single word, a shrewish roar rang out again!

"Jiji Bo! You damn pig! You're going to die!"

Upon hearing the sound, the Jiji Bo Boar shuddered!

"Feifei?!"

"It's me!"

As they were talking, a sow flew into the night sky, its hooves grabbing Jiji Bo's big ears, cursing as it did so, while Feifei's tears fell:

"You promised to be devoted to me! It's only been a few days since you left the Sun Moon Sect, and you're already seeing other women?! It was one thing for you to date pigs before, but now you're dating human girls? Do you think I'm inferior to them? Big Pig Trotter! You stinking pig! You dead pig!"

Feifei cried and kicked Jiji Bo, her two pig hooves dangling incessantly at Jiji Bo's shoulders.

"I Liao Liao take this anymore! I'm never talking to you again! I'm going back and running away from home with our litter of piglets!"

Feifei wiped away her last tears, which fell to the ground. She turned and ran away, knocking many cultivators flying in her wake.

Jiji Bo quickly chased after her, shouting as he went, "Feifei! I still like pigs, Feifei... It was Brother Jiang, it was Brother Jiang who forced me to do this!"

"Jiji Bo! Me!@#￥"

Jiang Lin, who was not far away, heard Jiji Bo decisively shift the blame to him, leaving Jiang Lin completely dumbfounded.

But why did Feifei come to the Empty Spirit City?

Well, they probably came to gank because they were afraid that Jiji Bo would go out and find a sow and not come back.

It's alright, it's not a big problem. I still have Diao Da and the others.

Sure enough, after the Jiji Bo left, the Diao Da eagle took to the air.

But instead of writing the poem Jiang Lin gave him, Diao Da picked up a pen and paper and began to write with ink like rain in the air!

A moment later, the Diao Da claws extended, and said, "This calligraphy is dedicated to the young lady in the river. The writing reflects her character; she will surely understand."

Everyone looked up and saw two large characters above and below the calligraphy and painting. "Sculpture! Big!"

This immediately angered everyone, and cries of condemnation arose everywhere! One guy even wanted to loosen his belt and compare it with his...

Of course, there was no movement on the river surface. Instead, a large owl flew into the air and slapped its wing onto the Diao Da head.

"Damn! How come I didn't know?! First you lost money, now you're looking for girls! You've got guts! Looking for girls, huh? You're something else! I'm going to find Eagle right now, I'll have a nest of birds with him!"

"Tou Ying! No! It was Brother Jiang who told me to do it. Brother Jiang wanted to get on that pleasure boat! Tou Ying ~~~"

Before the elders of the Empty Spirit Sect could chase the Diao Da away, the two birds chased each other and ran into the distance.

"It's alright! Wu Ke and Fang Chaoqun are still here!" Jiang Lin wiped his face deeply. "I refuse to believe that Lianhua and Cousin Fang will come!!!"

A short while later, a bald man and a normal-looking man flew together in the night sky and bowed respectfully towards the riverbank.

"I, Wu Ke, am devoted to Lotus. If there are any fellow believers, please remember to defend us and testify that I absolutely did not do anything to betray Lotus this night!"

"I only wanted to be with my cousin! Tonight, Fang Chaoqun Brother Jiang forced us onto the pleasure boat! But my conscience bothered me! Cousin, are you there? I was really forced by Brother Jiang..."

On the riverbank, Jiang Lin felt a tightness in his chest and a slight dizziness...

That's it, I'm all alone now.

The ranking for this Literary Gathering was based on the talent performances of the five participants, and the highest score was the sum of the four best scores from the five participants.

Of course, you can also choose to have one person perform four different talents, and then win the competition by leading four people in one act.

But here's the problem! I'm good at copying poems, but what about my other talents?

Does drawing in a notebook count?

For a moment, Jiang Lin felt like crying.

However, the atmosphere in the Empty Spirit River became much more relaxed after Diao Da things up, and the previous oppression and resentment were gone.

Getting on the flower boat can add a lot of points! It's safe to say that securing a place in the top few dozen is absolutely no problem!

With a determined effort, Jiang Lin soared into the air!

I refuse to believe it! Master can come?!