The Myth Of Confucianism And Taoism Is The Holy

Chapter 77 Fengyue Tower, shocking everyone!

Three days later.

Shouyang City, the inner city.

Brightly lit and crowded on the street.

“Bu Dage, look… that lantern is so beautiful!”

“Huh?! There are so many people there!”

“Wow, the fireworks in the sky are so beautiful!!”

“…”

Fang Yishao looked left and right with excitement, pointing at where the fuss was made for a while, and then exclaiming again and again at where, like a lark next to Bu Feihua, twittering non-stop.

At the same time, Bu Feihua looked at all kinds of novel things around him with interest, enjoying the lively and festive atmosphere.

Shouyang City is divided into inner and outer cities. The outer city is mostly low-status ordinary people, while the inner city is filled with wealthy businessmen, aristocratic families, officials and other upper-class families.

Therefore, although the outer city and the inner city belong to the same city of Shouyang, in all aspects, the gap between the inner city and the outer city is still very large.

For example, the overall combat power of the soldiers patrolling the city in the outer city is far worse than the overall combat power of the soldiers patrolling the city in the inner city. Also, the inner city has a large moat formation, while the outer city does not. …and many more.

Therefore, on the whole, the inner city is much more prosperous than the outer city!

……

“arrive…”

Walking all the way through the lively streets, through the hustle and bustle of the crowd, Bufei brought a square clothes spoon, and soon came to a seven-story pavilion covering an area of ​​1,000 square meters.

This is an antique pavilion built with a winding creek as its back, located in the most prosperous part of the inner city.

At the entrance of the attic, a glazed jade plaque was written with three big characters of dragon flying and phoenix dancing——

“Fengyuelou!”

At this time, rows of lanterns of various colors were hung under the eaves of the upper and lower seven floors of the attic, illuminating the entire attic very brightly, like daylight.

In front of the gate on the first floor and in the attic on the second and third floors, there are some pretty women dressed slightly lightly with bare arms and legs. Eyebrows.

“The son…”

As soon as Fang Yishao, who was dressed up as a menswear with Bu Fei, walked to the gate, a few well-dressed women immediately walked up to him.

“do not come!”

Bu Feifan avoided these women with Fang Yishao, and said coldly, “We are just here to attend the literary meeting!”

In an instant, the women’s faces became stiff, and they all disappeared.

They also know that the people who come to the literary meeting are all people with identities, and people of that level will not look at the people at the bottom of their brothel. Instead of continuing to struggle and embarrassing, it is better to find more people. It’s a good idea to make more money as a source of customers.

“call!”

When Bu Fei saw this, he couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief.

To be honest, these gorgeously dressed women are really terrifying.

After a few centimeters of rouge was applied on his face, the whole body still exuded a strong rouge smell, which was too smoky, especially the squeaky sound, it made the concession extraordinary, and the whole body got goose bumps, which felt weird.

“Hehe, Dage, I didn’t expect you to be so afraid of those women!”

When Fang Yishao saw this, he couldn’t help covering his mouth and snickered, teasing.

“Let’s go…”

Bu Feihua smiled freely, and walked into Fengyue Tower with Fang Yishao.

After entering Fengyue Tower, Bu Feihua went straight through the lively first-floor hall, and walked straight up to the sixth floor along the wooden ladder.

On the gilt invitation card Liu Shifeng gave him, it was written that the literary meeting was held on the sixth floor.

When Bu Feihua came to the stairway on the sixth floor, several officials with waist-hanging swords pressed the knife with one hand and guarded the stairway vigilantly.

“This son, please show me your invitation card!”

An official sternly stretched out his hand to block the extraordinary path, stiffly.

“Give.”

Bu Feihua took out the gilt invitation card given by Liu Shifeng from his sleeve pocket and handed it to the official.

“Two princes please!”

The officer looked at the invitation carefully, and then handed it back to Bu Feihua, respectfully.

Stunned…

Stepping on the wooden ladder, Bu Fei Fei brought a square clothes spoon into the sixth floor.

The space on the sixth floor is very spacious. I scanned it very roughly and found that there were at least hundreds of wine tables placed inside, and there were two long rows of tables on the left and right, on which were placed various pens, inks, papers, inkstones, etc.

In the innermost part on the left side of the sixth floor, there is also a high platform with a radius of about ten meters, on which there are also two or three rows of long tables.

At this time, there were many people on the sixth floor, mostly ordinary scholars, but also some Confucianists of the’childhood’ realm and the’xiu talent realm’. They were sitting together in twos and threes, drinking small wines, chatting and talking. Poetry and words.

“Huh?! Who are these two people?! Why haven’t we seen them in previous literary meetings?!”

“Is it a scholar from outside?!”

“It might be Confucianism?!”

“…”

After Bu Feifan entered the sixth floor with Fang Yishao, the people on the sixth floor looked at them subconsciously.

At the moment, many people immediately started to talk to themselves.

Because many of them have never seen Bu Feifei and Fang Yishao.

However, some people at the scene witnessed Bu Feihua’s killing of Lu Sun on the same day.

Immediately, those who knew Bu Extraordinary lowered their voices and explained to those who did not know Bu Extraordinary——

“It was this person who killed the cultivator of Elder who claimed to be Burning Incense Valley in the outer city!”

“This person is very powerful. On that day, the cultivator could summon the fire dragon with a wave of his hand, and he could easily wipe out everything in a radius of 100 meters with a single hand… However, such a person was only used by him with a poem. Killed!!”

“This person is said to have a Cultivation Base for ‘Jurenjing’…”

“…”

Soon, the people present who did not know Bu Huanqiu, under the introduction and explanation of others, also came to the realization, and immediately exploded the pot immediately——

“You mean, he is the original creator of the sixth rank fairy poem “Swordsman”?!”

A Confucian Confucian of’Xiu Long Jing’ looked at Bu Fei Hua with a look of surprise.

“Is he the mysterious’Jurenjing’ Confucianism?! How did he appear here?!”

A Confucian cultivator of “Tongshengjing” frowned incomprehensibly and whispered.

“It looks like it’s only in the early twenties, and it has reached the’jurisdiction state’. The gap between people is really helpless!”

An ordinary scholar dressed in wealthy clothes shook his head bitterly and sighed.

“…”

At this moment, under the murmur of discussions and different eyes of everyone, Bu Feihua took Fang Yishao straight to find a corner and sat down.

At the moment, a beautiful-looking woman came over and waited on the side, pouring tea for them.

……