Xun Yu slowly came to the Yang Mansion station, she looked confident and elegant on the surface, but in fact, she was secretly worried in her heart. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The edict suppressed in the Taoist Sutra has spirituality, and Xun Yu learned from it that she originally came to the Shinto Continent that day, which happened to be the period when the Hundred Flowers Fairy descended to earth, and the retreat from the mortal world just hit the blue light attached to her soul in the Taoist Sutra.

The Hundred Flowers Fairy thought that it was a heaven and earth that was born and raised, or that someone else had refined a spiritual treasure and flown here, so he snatched it.

As a result, I didn't expect that not only did the treasure not arrive, but even the edict and the forgiveness seal were lost. Pardon Yin incarnated into a flower pond and gave birth to her flesh, and Fu Zhao was suppressed by the Taoist Sutra on page 4.

Xun Yu comprehended the artistic conception of freedom last time, which fit the magic power of the fourth page, so the seal was loosened, and Fu Zhao had a chance to get out after a long time of savings, and now he was suppressed again.

Now the whereabouts of the pardon seal edict are all there, and there is only one unknown, that is, where the Hundred Flowers Fairy has gone.

Xun Yu didn't believe that the heavenly officials who had been in the Heavenly Palace for countless years would fall so easily, and now he was probably hiding somewhere in Changde. Besides, with her current reputation in Changde, she is already a dark enemy, and if she doesn't find a chance to surprise this flower fairy, she will always be in a passive state.

And what happens after you find it, it is naturally up to each person.

As for her returning the edict and the pardon seal, the two are safe, but it is simply impossible.

The first is that this heavenly official wants to forcibly take away her Dao Sutra, and he is already making a feud. And Xun Yu has been cultivating for three hundred years, how can he not be so naïve, I believe that returning the Fu Zhao can be safe, I am afraid that the Hundred Flowers Fairy will recover her mana after getting the Fu Zhao, and the first thing is to snatch her Tao Sutra.

In addition, the official of Tiantian is nowhere to be seen now, hiding in the shadows, so it is not a good idea for her to fight.

From this point of view, although Xun Yu has not seen this Hundred Flowers Fairy, the contradiction between the two is irreconcilable.

The Hundred Flowers Fairy must be an extremely difficult one to deal with, and it is even the biggest crisis for her to come to the Shinto Continent.

In the past few days, the enemies on the surface, whether it is the ill-intentioned Fourth Lady and the Mu family, are just mortals in any way, and every move falls in her eyes. And the god of earth gong is an obscene evil god, who has been suppressed by the local government, and because of luck, he cannot pose a threat to her.

In this way, only this heavenly official, who has never revealed his deeds, is the most difficult to deal with.

Xun Yu even suspected in her heart that this Hundred Flowers Fairy had actually seen her, but she didn't notice it at all, after all, the monk's divine sense was secret, and it must not be a secret in the eyes of the heavenly officials, and there might even be a way to hide it.

Xun Yu sorted out his thoughts in his heart, and decided to take the first step to see if he could startle the snake and surprise the Hundred Flowers Fairy.

She sat down in her original seat, looking calm and calm, and under her influence, the crowd who were still a little noisy and flustered gradually settled down, just waiting for the end of the poetry meeting on the first day.

The third lady just wanted to ask the old lady to beg Meng Hejun, but now looking at Xun Yu, she didn't dare to look at her head-on, but the fourth lady on the side didn't care about it, and asked: "Shangjun is really hard, and he is tired here for Miao'er's affairs." ”

Xun Yu was on the stage, his consciousness was immersed in the sea of consciousness, and he relaxed the scanning of his divine consciousness in the outside world, not knowing what had just happened.

In fact, she knew that she wouldn't care, she was only a little strange to the fourth lady. Under her divine sense, the fourth lady was really curious about how her poems were doing, and sincerely hoped that she could win the first place in the poetry club.

She didn't know that the fourth lady had completely given up helping Mu Baishi to seize the luck of the Yang Mansion, and now she just wanted to end the matter as soon as possible. So he replied: "It is not very difficult, the qi practitioner gathers the spiritual energy, and is not afraid of the cold and heat, but it takes some time to conceive the poems in his heart. ”

Seeing that Xun Yu was confident and calm, the old lady confirmed the idea in his heart, and nodded with a smile.

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In the Chenghuang Domain, Meng Hejun came here dressed in white, he was dressed the same as the outside world, only with an extra jade plaque around his waist.

The main hall of the city god is now empty, with only high bronze pillars engraved with a few lines of poetry.

Chenghuang, like him, doesn't like luxurious things, as he did during his lifetime.

All the way to the backyard, where Chenghuang takes care of a few tobacco bamboos. He didn't look back, knowing that it was Meng Hejun who had arrived, and asked, "Why didn't you teach Lu Zhanyuan a lesson, and only asked him to frame two words?" If he knew that you wrote this word, I'm afraid it would be too late to be happy. ”

A small poem and painting are unique, and the fame is small and the amount is small, offending Meng Hejun, how can this little retribution be repaid?

Meng He shook his head lightly: "What do you have to do with a mortal, deduct one stroke from his Yin Virtue Book, and if you tear up my words, you will deduct two more strokes." ”

Chenghuang just listened to Meng He's words, and thought that he really didn't care, but in the blink of an eye, he was about to deduct Yin Virtue, and Lu Zhanyuan, who secretly put himself in place, sighed unluckily, and turned his head to find the Yin Virtue Book.

Taking advantage of Chenghuang's absence, Meng He immediately plucked out the youngest smoke bamboo, lit it, and waited for Chenghuang to come out, and it was as if nothing had happened, if it weren't for the fact that there was still a cloud of translucent smoke floating in the air.

Chenghuang glared at Meng Hejun, and sighed helplessly, since he used a 'trick' to deceive this smoke and bamboo from Meng Hejun, he has often been plagued like this.

So he collected the cloud smoke and asked, "It will harm my baby, why didn't you talk to the official that day when you went out today." ”

"It's not urgent, there are still two days left in this poetry meeting. Besides, the official looked at me that day and ignored me, I'm afraid he didn't want to meet me. Meng Hejun shook his head.

Chenghuang thought about it, that day the official was bent on concealing her identity, and it took a long time for people to think that she was really a qi practitioner. Now if Meng Hejun goes to talk to her, I am afraid that he will attract the attention of people with a heart, and if people see any flaws, he will simply hate this heavenly official.

At this time, the hour finally came to Shen, and the city god used the round light technique, and he saw the scene of the Yangshi City God Temple clearly.

On the stage, the scholars had already handed in the test papers and went down the stage, and only ten respected scholars were sitting, they were the 'examiners' of this poetry meeting, all of them were experienced in a hundred battles.

The boy divided the test papers to these ten people and judged them on the spot. Those scholars take an hour to complete the papers, and the examiners look twice to know who is filling in the paper and who has made mistakes and omissions. After a while, most of the papers were screened out, and the punishment was not passed.

Those with errors and omissions were marked in red ink and sent back to the scholars, and the sighs on the scene were endless: "Hey, if I just make a mistake or omit three words, I can't be judged." ”

"If you make a mistake in two words, you still have room to maneuver, but you have no chance of three words, unless your poems are very good. ”

There were two scholars who shook their heads and sighed, the scrolls in their hands had three red circles, although they knew that there was little hope, but after they really sent this scroll back to their hands, they felt that it was a pity.

But this is a poetry club, not an exam. If their poems are brilliant enough, they will still have the opportunity to participate in the second day, and they will stare at the stage with a little thought.