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Time flies, the years go by, this year, Fang Zhengzhi is fifteen years old!

Huai'an County, north of Xinhe Prefecture, a tributary of the Xinhe River in the county crosses, dividing this ancient city out of a north and south, and also opening up a water transportation route, making this ancient city a prosperous commercial center in the northern desert.

The breeze is blowing and the sun is shining.

Several boats on the Shin River come with the wind, drawing a smooth line of water like a few silks on the surface of the river.

There are only three days left before the biennial Taoist exam, and Xinhe Mansion has set up an examination room in Huai'an County, which has also made talented people from all over the world and beauties from all over the world gather on the banks of the Xinhe River.

The green willows are swaying lightly, and a square platform covered with a bright red carpet occupies the most beautiful viewing platform of the Xinhe River in a graceful manner.

In March, a hundred flowers are in full bloom.

According to the practice of previous years, a grand party of talented and beautiful people will be held in advance before the start of the Taoist examination, and celebrities from all over the world will be invited to watch the beauty.

Named, Hundred Flowers Society!

"Roar!"

A low beast roar sounded, but it didn't attract too many people's attention, after all, the technology of raising fierce beasts has matured in some large families over the years.

"Childe, there are many dragons and snakes here, and there are even people who steal chickens and dogs, with your talent, you don't need to go here at all!"

A burly man with a full beard and a burly figure straddled the body of a 'Three-Eyed Red Flame Tiger' with red and white fur all over his body, a thin mouth cracked on his forehead, and a red flame flicking on his tail, and asked softly to a young man in blue and white clothes in front of him, his expression was extremely respectful.

The young man in Chinese costume slowly looked up at the plaque with the four big characters of the Hundred Flowers Cultural Association hanging in front of him, and his footsteps paused slightly, and his expression was extremely indifferent.

"When I went out, my grandfather told me to act according to etiquette!" said the young man in Chinese clothes lightly, and then walked straight forward.

The burly man didn't dare to say more, but quickly jumped off the Sanqing Red Flame Tiger, and then followed the young man in Chinese clothes towards the Jade Fang.

The Three-Eyed Red Flame Tiger let out a low roar, jumped onto a beast platform at the door, and knelt down gently, and around the Three-Eyed Red Flame Tiger, there were all kinds of fierce beasts crouching.

The young man in Chinese costume did not walk fast, but walked straight towards the high platform of the Hundred Flowers Cultural Society, and slowly took out a gold bone and silver silk paper fan from his bosom while walking, and gently raised it, and a picture of the mountains and rivers of ink and blue was displayed.

Several sons in brocade clothes who were laughing and discussing under the high stage were stunned for a moment when they saw the young man in gorgeous clothes, and then, after their eyes were fixed on the gold bone and silver silk paper fan, they all showed horror on their faces.

They all bypassed to give way to their seats.

The young man in the Chinese costume looked as usual, not angry, unhappy, sad or happy, but walked to the front and the middle of the position, and sat down slowly.

A fat man in a brocade suit next to him was holding a melon and fruit in one hand at the moment, while talking loudly with a boy in a brocade suit next to him, laughing and falling backwards, seeing the young man in a gorgeous costume at a glance, the whole person's face turned pale violently, as if he saw a ghost, jumped up, and quickly pulled up the boy next to him and escaped.

In an instant, the surroundings of the young man in Chinese clothes disappeared like smoke, leaving only a strong man with a beard.

"Retreat!"

"But, here'......"

"Retreat!"

"Yes, Childe!"

The bearded man swept around and quickly retreated, but none of the talented people around him were willing to sit back in their seats.

"Yan Xiu actually came to participate in the Hundred Flowers Cultural Meeting, it's incredible, isn't it?"

"Do the math, Yan Xiu seems to be sixteen years old this year. ”

"I see!"

After the talented people sitting in the distance discussed a few words, they didn't say anything more and continued to enjoy the flowers and wine.

At this time, a young man wearing a yellow brocade suit with a cyan long sword at his waist and a white face walked to the high platform with a smile on his face, accompanied by several guards wearing armor.

"Look, Meng Yushu is here!"

"I heard that this Meng Yushu has entered the Dao a year ago, and this time he took the Dao exam, I'm afraid he will be at the top of the double list!"

The talents talked in a whisper, and all of them showed envy on their faces.

Meng Yushu, a young man in yellow brocade, heard the discussion around him, and his face showed a little smugness, and then he walked straight to Yan Xiu's side and gently clasped his fists and saluted.

"Huai'an Meng Mansion, Meng Yushu is fortunate to have met Yan Xiu's son!"

Yan Xiu's expression was indifferent, and he didn't even glance at Meng Yushu, he just sat upright on the chair and gently shook the gold bone and silver silk paper fan in his hand.

A breeze blew, Meng Yushu felt a kind of chill, with the prestige of the Meng Mansion in Huai'an County, coupled with his own strength in the Dao, there were not many people who could make him take the initiative to show goodwill.

However, Yan Xiu in front of him didn't even look at him.

This is a very indifferent disregard, and in front of so many talents, Meng Yushu's face changed, the saber in his hand was pinched, and his chest fell a few times, but in the end, he still regained his smile.

"Since Yan Xiu's son likes to be quiet, then Meng Yushu will leave!" Meng Yushu arched his hand again, and he could be regarded as finding a step for himself.

"Oh, hey, God is opening his eyes! No one is sitting in such a good position? I'm really lucky!" At this moment, a clear voice suddenly sounded behind Meng Yushu.

Meng Yushu's brows furrowed.

He had just found an excuse for himself to be Yan Xiu Xijing, but he didn't expect someone to make a noise, if he was really allowed to sit here, wouldn't what he said just now be a slap in the mouth?

I was about to stop it, but after thinking about it, I didn't seem to need it.

With Yan Xiu's character, can there really be someone who can sit beside him safely?

The corners of his mouth hooked up a smile, Meng Yushu thought of Yan Xiu's indifference just now, and thought of the incompetence of the people behind him, and suddenly felt that it was not a good choice to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight.

Although, I don't know if the person who came was a tiger or not.

But after all, I can find out how capable this Yan Xiu, who is known as the cold-faced Shura among the young people of the Great Xia Dynasty, is.

"Hey, are you going to sit down?

When Meng Yushu was secretly proud of his thoughts, he felt a force on his shoulder, and then the whole person was brought up by this force, and his body leaned back.

"Plop!" sat down on the ground.

"The quality of people nowadays is really poor! A good dog doesn't know if it's not in the way?" A contemptuous voice sounded again, and then, I saw a young man with a slender figure, a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, wearing a blue coarse cloth robe, and a blue square scarf on his head, walked up to Yan Xiu's side with a big grin, and sat down.

"Yo, this Hundred Flowers Cultural Meeting is really good, and there is a fruit platter!" As if he had discovered a new continent, the young man instantly brought over the melons and fruits that were originally placed in front of Yan Xiu, and took a bite of it, which was extremely sweet.

As the young man's voice sounded, the originally lively Hundred Flowers Cultural Society became extremely silent for a moment, leaving only a slight rustling sound of the willow blowing on the riverside......