After the ghost sound devoured dozens of ghost spirit inner pills, his strength had already reached the early stage of the Yuan Infant, and it was extremely powerful!

But I didn't expect that even if I was photographed by this extremely ugly Buddha through the forbidden ghost urn, I would be weak like this!

"Wow Ka Ka, this thing is invincible to ghost cultivation!

It's worthy of the Buddha's work, it's really awesome!"

After that, Chen Mo took the Buddha's figure into the Treasure Pavilion, and the ghost sound returned to normal.

""Ten Thousand Ghosts Seeking Destiny Array": After the formation is formed, you can summon the hell ten thousand ghosts to pull the enemies in the formation into the eighteenth layer of hell and never be reborn!"

After reading the last red envelope, Lu Yifan closed the Treasure Pavilion with satisfaction.

After getting the gifts of the gods in the Mid-Autumn Festival, Lu Yifan and Gong Zili bought a lot of decent clothes in the city.

After all, the tattered clothes really don't look like words, and even a waiter looks down on them.

When he returned to the hotel in the middle of the night, Lu Yifan, who had been tired for a day, naturally came to fight with Gong Zili again.

The next morning, not long after Lu Yifan woke up, he received a call from He Wen.

"Hey, Yifan, I heard that you came to Handong, right?"

"Yes, Mr. He, is there something wrong?" Lu Yifan tried his best to keep his voice low, after all, he was still in the state of Lu Nima.

"That's right, my grandfather has always wanted to recommend you to join the National Poetry Association.

However, if you want to join the National Poetry Association, you must be recommended from the Provincial Poetry Association.

It just so happened that my grandfather was the president of the Handong Provincial Poetry Association.

If you have time, you can come to the Handong Poetry Association, but if you're not interested, forget it. ”

"Are you there, Mr. River?"

"Of course I'm here. My family is from Handong Province, and I came back with my grandfather during the Mid-Autumn Festival. ”

"Okay, I'll go over now, by the way, let's do what we didn't finish that night, okay......?"

When He Wen heard this, she couldn't help but blush, and said angrily: "I hate it! Who wants to do that kind of shameful thing with you!"

"What is the shame of it? I'm talking about the wine that I didn't finish that night, and I'll finish it for you!

What are you thinking, Mr. He?" Lu Yifan asked knowingly.

"You...... Hmph, ignore you!"

He Wen's shy voice came from the other end of the phone, which made Lu Yifan feel extremely happy after hearing it.

Last time, because a bloody killer assassinated himself, he didn't succeed in a good thing with the head teacher.

This time, taking the opportunity to go to the Poetry Association, I must not let go of the opportunity to win the blood of Hewen, the beautiful head teacher!

"But...... I look like an old man now, how can I explain it to Mr. He?"

Lu Yifan thought about it, and a flash of inspiration appeared in his mind!

When I grabbed a copy of Sun Wukong's "Seventy-two Changes of the Earth", I never used it because my realm was insufficient.

Isn't it just the right time to try to use this exercise?

Lu Yifan pinched the trick and said something on his lips.

Zhen Yuan poured into the cells of his whole body from the Supreme Golden Pill, making him feel as if all the cells in his body were under his control!

"To make a change, the essence is to change the shape of the cell.

Therefore, the closer the creature is to one's own body shape, the more likely it is to change.

The more different the creature or scenery is from oneself, the more difficult it is to change.

The reason is that there are too many true elements of energy to maintain cell changes, and Jin Dan can't sustain such a huge consumption. ”

As soon as he thought of this, Lu Yifan's heart moved, and he only changed his skin cells, bones, and hair.

He opened his eyes and shouted, "Change!"

Lu Yifan's whole person seems to be rejuvenated, the skin of his whole body has become younger, his hair has become black, and his rickety waist has become straighter!

"These seventy-two changes are really magical! Just by maintaining this young form, my True Yuan should be able to last all day without any problem.

But if you want to become a fly or a mosquito, I'm afraid you won't be able to hold on for even a minute, right?" Lu Yifan said secretly in his heart.

After recovering Lu Yifan's true body, Lu Yifan came to the Poetry Association by car and found Hewen very smoothly.

When He Wen saw Lu Yifan coming, she beckoned to him, and when he got closer, she took out a cage of pastries and handed it to Lu Yifan and said, "Yifan, this is the Eight Treasure Lotus Cake I made during the Mid-Autumn Festival, you can try it." ”

There were seven or eight pastries scattered in the box, and some of them had been bitten by He Wen.

He Wen's face turned red, and she hurriedly wanted to take back the half of the pastry, but Lu Yifan grabbed it first.

Grabbing the half of the pastry, Lu Yifan stuffed it into his mouth, closed his eyes and exclaimed: "Well, not only does it look good, but it also tastes excellent!"

I didn't expect that Mr. He, you not only have literary talent, but also have the same skills in making pastries, you really have to enter the hall and go down to the kitchen!

It's a pity......"

He Wen's nose, which was originally praised by Lu Yifan, was about to go up to the sky, and the sudden pity made her feel shocked.

"What is a pity?" Ha Wen asked.

"It's a pity ......"

Lu Yifan got up and approached He Wen's side, gently bit He Wen's white earlobe, took a breath of heat, and said with a smile: "It's a pity, I don't know if I can 'go to the big bed'." ”

He Wen was made by Lu Yifan like this, her eyes were confused, her cheeks were red, and she couldn't help but say softly: "I hate it! You are molesting your homeroom teacher again!"

Lu Yifan laughed and gobbled up the pastry into his mouth.

After eating, He Wen took Lu Yifan to the hall of the Poetry Association, and while walking, He Wen also said: "This time, grandpa gave you the quota for joining the National Poetry Association, in fact, many people are not happy."

Don't look at this little poetry association, there are a lot of intrigues and things in it.

No, an old immortal who has always been dissatisfied with my grandfather as the president of the Handong Poetry Association, as soon as he heard that he recommended his own people to join the National Poetry Association, he immediately found a lot of people to come, saying that he wanted to teach the talents of the people that he Lao fancied. ”

Lu Yifan disagreed: "It's okay, it's the real ability to pretend to be forced, otherwise it will be forcibly pretended."

I don't care how many people come to him, as long as he doesn't accept it, I promise to subdue him!"

Coming to the hall of the Poetry Association, more than ten people have gathered here.

He Wen pointed to a woman in her fifties who was surrounded by a crowd of people and said, "That is the vice president of the Handong Poetry Association who has been against my grandfather all the year round.

is also a famous female writer in our country, Cui Xianghong, who is known as 'Great Country Studies'.

My grandfather is not here today, so she will preside over the review of your referral qualifications. ”

Lu Yifan nodded, knowing in his heart.

In the world after the change of the Heavenly Wish Talisman, those who dare to call it "Great Power Studies" are definitely first-class figures in the literary world.

Even the old professors of the Department of Literature of Tsinghua University and Peking University are not qualified to be called "great country studies"!

"It seems that it is not so easy to enter the National Poetry Association this time. Lu Yifan muttered in a low voice.

(End of chapter)