Super Hero Monk: Hormones Journey to the West

Chapter 27 is not directed at everyone here

Ah this?

What kind of music is this?

All high-ranking officials, nobles, scholars, and even commoners near the attic door were shocked by the unprecedented sound, and their bodies unconsciously produced an internal urge to shake their heads.

Like the sounds of "pa pa" and "dong cic da cic" they also possess extremely primitive power, simply and roughly impacting the eardrums and making their ears collectively pregnant.

I despise the men who hate Ser Wolf~
At this moment, I feel like a good student who has just seen a cat movie for the first time. Although I think this thing is obscene and I feel disgusted and shouldn’t watch it, but... I just want to watch it!

And the rich ladies who love Ah Lang~
I was instantly addicted to it and felt that this song was so stimulating. This is what I should listen to to relieve my loneliness at night.

In comparison, the songs from the Taiyue Bureau are really bland and boring.

In front of Alang, the musical genius, the music fairy Li Songling looks like a rookie!
In the private room on the third floor, Mrs. Xian was still amazed when she heard the song again.

However, she knew in her heart that a single song could only temporarily silence those literati.

What's more, this song is obviously just an accompaniment. Without lyrics, there is no main melody. I'm afraid that in just a moment, the ridicule and scolding will rise like a tide again.

Just as she frowned~
There was a loud bang, and wood chips flew everywhere on the opposite balcony, and a figure suddenly rushed out.

The sensitive guards in the field were instantly alarmed and immediately moved to protect their master, while looking up at the sky.

The man flew into the building in a parabola as if he was hit by a cannonball, crashing into the center of the lobby and causing several poetry boards to shake violently.

As if trying to find balance, he reached out and tore off a piece of poetry board hanging in the center C position, then twisted his body like a cat and adjusted his feet downwards.

Finally, he landed on the stage to the beat of the drums, holding a person-high poetry board in his right hand to support his body steadily.

"Bang."

Everyone was shocked!

The women screamed and the music stopped abruptly.

When this man who had fallen from the sky raised his head, everyone who saw his face clearly had a flash of astonishment in their eyes, and a name suddenly popped up in their minds:
"The Male Champion of the Tang Dynasty"

Language is pale and powerless.

Those who have never seen a wolf in person cannot imagine what it looks like just by hearsay.

I thought that this top prostitute in the brothel was at most slightly better than the ordinary courtesans, and the phrase "captivating beauty" was just an exaggerated rhetoric.

But now that they had seen his true appearance with their own eyes, they were shocked to realize that to describe him as "the most beautiful woman in the world" was definitely too high a goal.

The tattered cloak and the crooked hair (which existed before he wore the hood) did not detract from his appearance and temperament at all, but instead added a bit of fashion and trendiness.

The men fell silent when they saw it, while the women were all moved.

"Alang is finally here!"

"He is Alang? This is so handsome!"

"Haha, it's no wonder he's such a unique person. Even his way of appearing is so unique."

"So manly, a thousand times better than those weak scholars!"

As heated discussions broke out in the hall, Xuan Ci recovered from his splitting headache and dizziness.

The first thing he did was look up at the place where he had just crashed into.

Fahai really stood there, looking at him with a gloomy face.

His eyes were filled with three parts anger, three parts surprise, and four parts doubt.

His body didn't move at all, like a gun that was loaded with ammunition... but had misfired.

It was no longer a question of whether Fahai dared to take action. Feeling the powerful spiritual consciousness enveloping him, he knew that if he made the slightest movement, even the master of the Pure Land Sect would not be able to save him.

Seeing Xuanci on the stage and the reactions of the people in the hall, Fahai came up with a bold and terrifying guess -

"The male entertainer who competed in poetry with the scholars in Chang'an, could it be... him?
"How can it be?!
"What kind of evil disciple did Senior Brother Fa Ming teach? What on earth was he thinking? He actually went to a brothel and did such a despicable thing!"

In fact, after Serlang became popular, Fahai had heard of his good name and bad reputation.

But the bunnies in the top brothels are all handsome, so it is normal to describe them as "stunningly beautiful".

Moreover, Selang could write more than a dozen poems for a rich woman in one night. Although they were all despised by the literati in Chang'an, at least they could be multiplied by four, and the adjectives he used to describe the attractive parts of women were also very elegant.

How could Xuanci, an uneducated and unskillful man, have such skills?

Imagining a monk as a male prostitute is like linking basketball and chickens together. Without a God's perspective, who the hell would have thought of this!?

The next second, Fahai clearly saw Xuanci grinning at him, his face showing three parts fury, three parts provocation, and four parts blood boiling.

“Play the music, drop the beat~”

Xuan Ci shouted loudly to the Kunlun band behind him, his voice low and sexy.

When the music-loving slaves saw the backbone, their eyes lit up with enthusiasm. They exchanged glances tacitly and immediately started playing their instruments again.

The strong rhythm and prominent drum beats once again impacted everyone's soul.

Xuan Ci grabbed the collars of his outer and inner shirt with one hand and pulled them suddenly, revealing his magnificent and strong muscles, which shone brightly against the eight colors of black: ink, lead, coal, black, lacquer, and jet black!
This hormonal explosion ignited the estradiol and progesterone of all the women in the audience, causing them to involuntarily take deep breaths and swell their chests.

The ladies threw their gold and silver jewelry onto the stage as if offering sacrifices to the gods.

The daughters could not contain their inner excitement and issued the most passionate calls.

Fahai was stunned when he saw this scene.

He suddenly guessed what Xuanci was going to do, and his head started buzzing, as if he had been hit by a Daluo spell.

At this time, the literati and dandy young men in the attic were stimulated, and they came to their senses, rekindled their jealousy, and began to brew words, thinking about how to kill the wolf with verbal battles.

So far, it seems that Serlang has only produced a song with a weird style.

Although this song has the magical power to bewitch people, it is not elegant at all and does not conform to the aesthetic standards of traditional music, so it can be criticized.

Among the “poems, lyrics, songs and prose”, poetry comes first, and among the “lyrics, lyrics and songs”, lyrics are more important than songs.

Listening to the music nowadays, the rhythm is so strong and the emotions are so passionate that even if the best poet of the Tang Dynasty were asked to write about it, he would probably be unable to start.

They just don't believe that a pervert can write any decent poetry!

Although Xuan Ci has only sung in business KTVs, the word "stage fright" does not exist in his dictionary.

Having just experienced a fight between two masters and a life-and-death race, his body was burning, his tongue was burning, his saliva was scalding, and his excitement had reached its peak.

Noticing the many poetry boards hanging high above, he raised the one in his hand high, glanced at the masterpiece praised by everyone, sneered, and said loudly:
"With this level, you still dare to compete with me? Whether it's the rhyme or the artistic conception, this is garbage!"

As he spoke, his hand loosened, and his right leg rose from the ground, turning into a blurry afterimage, which lashed the poetry board that had just begun to fall.

"Boom!"

A heart-pounding explosion sounded, perfectly timed to the rhythm of the music, like the strongest drum beat.

The poem board was torn into pieces.

Ah this! ?
The guards around the many dignitaries witnessed this earth-shattering kick, their pupils contracted violently, and they couldn't help but cry out in surprise:

“A top master!”

"With that kind of leg strength, even General Lu of the Jinwu Guard wouldn't be able to handle it!"

"Sir, this male entertainer actually possesses the strength of a master!"

For a moment, shocked whispers were heard in many private rooms.

A hint of surprise flashed in Madam Xian's beautiful eyes as she sat high on the third floor.

As an eighth-rank warrior, she had always been very confident that Arthur's strength was inferior to hers.

But now I realize that this is completely mysterious self-confidence.

Unlike the shocked warriors, the larger number of scholars present were all shocked and angry by Xuanci's arrogant behavior.

"How dare you, you bastard, destroy my poetry!"

Wang Baihu, who was sitting in the center of the lobby, slammed the table and stood up, his nose almost crooked with anger, pointing at Xuan Ci and angrily said:

"You are a vulgar, obscene, ignorant, and stupid trickster, and you still dare to talk about rhyme and artistic conception?

"With so many great poets and literary figures present, it's up to the public to decide what constitutes excellence and what constitutes rubbish.

"How can we allow a clown like you to speak nonsense here?"

Haha, a master of poetry?
Xuan Ci looked at Wang Baihu and said with a disdainful smile:
"Did you write that crappy poem? Don't get excited, I'm not targeting you~"

As he spoke, he scanned the entire audience:
“It’s not directed at anyone here.

"I mean, all the poets and lyricists in the entire Tang Dynasty are garbage."

(End of this chapter)