Chenghuang's attention was immediately attracted by the list in Meng Hejun's hand, he remembered the matter, he didn't care about the young bamboo that was burned, he said: "The list was burned, and I found out that the flower fairy signed up for the poetry meeting, isn't this a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?" Chenghuang had long thought about sending the Taiping Ding in his hand to the flower fairy, but now this opportunity to send it should not be missed. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Meng Hejun nodded and said, "It seems that she really wants to pretend to the end, otherwise she wouldn't bother so much for Taiping Ding." ”

Chenghuang thought for a while and said, "She wants Taiping Ding like this, I'll give it to her." This flower fairy must be very good at the things of a hundred flowers, and now that the winter snow is approaching this year, I will make a winter flower as a theme, so that it will be easier for her to get the crown. ”

"That's not going to work." Meng Hejun shook his head, "That flower fairy is bent on concealing her identity, and doing this will not make her a little more exposed, but she will hate me out of thin air." In Meng Hejun's view, the lower realm of the heavenly officials must be for luck, and it is extremely important to conceal his identity, if there are more exposed clues, he will inevitably have some resentment towards him.

He thought for a while and said, "That flower fairy is in the Heavenly Palace to take care of the hundred gardens, and is in charge of the flowers blooming at four o'clock, although it seems to be busy, if she really doesn't have a little study of the poems, I'm afraid she won't come to the poetry meeting so easily." ”

Chenghuang said: "Then, if she really fails to win the leader of the poetry club, what should we do?" ”

"Then I'll send Ding to it myself." Meng He took the list in his hand, picked up the pen and added a line of words on it, and he said: "Besides, that flower fairy still owes me something to do, just go and meet." ”

Meng Hejun was talking about Xun Yu's promise to move the flower pond, and he said that it would be 15 days. He didn't have much hope for the flower fairy to move the flower pond in advance, but he just wanted to remind her and test her by the way. In the lower realm of that day, whether there was a catastrophe as he thought.

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In the afternoon, the sky was a little cloudy, and it seemed that it was going to rain, but no one present was worried, after all, if there was rain today, Chenghuang would definitely know that he would not choose to hold a poetry meeting today.

Xun Yu'an sat quietly at the gathering place of the Yang Mansion, looking at the poetry book that the third lady had just found for her.

This poem is thick, but Xun Yu reads it very quickly.

The third lady was stunned on the side, the ancients said that one glance and ten lines, that is to describe the extremely genius, the memory is amazing. But if this word is used on Xun Yu, I am afraid it will be 'demeaning', and it can only be described with one glance and ten pages.

In this way, the time of the two teas passed, and Xun Yu had already gone through the poetry scriptures that others would spend months or even years studying.

She shook her head, she had just been reading for a long time, and her neck was a little stiff.

Seeing that Xun Yu had already finished reading, the third lady stopped talking, and after a while, she asked cautiously: "Shangjun, Mo Fei, Mo Fei has already finished reading?" ”

Xun Yu nodded yes, she hadn't used her divine sense to read such a paper book directly for a long time, and she was still a little uncomfortable. In the Xiuzhen Continent, they all read jade slips. And here, the water control book that Meng Hejun gave her seems to be paper, but it is actually the same thing as Yujian, otherwise it would not be possible to record the details of Meng He's water control in the past 80,000 years.

The third lady didn't know what to say, maybe the qi practitioner had such ability, so she had to sit back in her seat and wait.

The voice between the two of them was not loud, and it did not attract the attention of the two women not far away, otherwise Xun Yu said that after reading the Book of Poetry, she would inevitably be ridiculed behind her back. Although Xun Yu doesn't care, who likes to make people sneer behind their backs?

Everyone was waiting for the poetry meeting to begin, and the lively atmosphere gradually fell silent.

At this time, Miao Zhu walked out of the temple with the list of poetry clubs. He gave it to the boy and distributed it to him. Pang Hui stood up and prepared to announce the title of the first day of the poetry meeting.

The location of everyone has been determined, and the list will soon be sent to the Yang Mansion, "May I ask who is the Yang Mansion, Xun Yu?" ”

Xun Yu said: "I am." As she spoke, she took it from the boy's hand, and when she saw it, it read 'Thirty-Seven' underneath.

The boy's eyes showed some surprise, this person is a qi practitioner from overseas, how can he look so small. Xun Yu looked fifteen or sixteen years old at this time, only a little older than this boy.

The boy was stunned for a while, and said, "The number below is the seat number, go quickly, and start answering when the superintendent of the guild will announce the question." By the way, you don't need to bring pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and you have prepared it on the seat. ”

Xun Yu nodded, and inadvertently swept the next one on the list in the boy's hand: Liu Fu, Liu Yue, thirty-eight.

Seeing Xun Yu nodding, the boy walked to the side: "May I ask who is Liu Yue of Liufu?" ”

I saw one of the two women who was talking about participating in the poetry meeting stand up and said, "I am." She said and took the list in the boy's hand, and when she saw Xun Yu's gaze, she raised her head defiantly.

Xun Yu didn't care about turning around, didn't pay attention to her provocation, and was so angry that she snorted coldly.

This is just a trivial matter for Xunyu, how could such a small coincidence of Liu Yue sitting next to her attract her attention, she took the list and said hello to Lao Taijun and the others, and walked straight to the seat.

Xun Yu looked at the scene, the seats were a little far away one by one, and every move of sitting here attracted everyone's attention, which was a little different from what she thought, and the layout was not like a poetry meeting but like an examination room.

In the Xiuzhen Continent, Xunyu sometimes participates in poetry meetings, but most of them are held by cultivators. Cultivators cultivate the Tao, and retreat for many years, and after a long time, it is easy to have demons in their hearts, which requires them to learn some self-cultivation things, some people learn poetry, some people paint, some people play the piano and some people play games.

In Xun Yu's opinion, cultivators are prone to psychological problems after a long period of retreat, so they need to find some hobbies and hide as otaku and otaku.

Most of the poetry meetings she participated in were given by the hosts, and everyone focused on composing poems, and whoever did well could get some rewards.

The whole poem will be very casual, not as serious as it is now.

However, the so-called following the customs, Xun Yu also found the thirty-seventh seat very calmly and sat down. Perhaps the Shinto Continent attaches great importance to the matter of poetry, and does not allow cheating and the like.

The thirty-eighth Liu Yue on the side had arrived before Xun Yu came, and she still looked at Xun Yu with a provocative gaze, but she was still ignored, which made her even more annoyed.

At this time, Pang Hui saw that everyone was coming, so he opened his mouth to announce the topic: "Everyone, today's exam questions: one is to fill in the words of the Book of Poetry, this question must not be wrong or missed, and the second is to 'Yongliu', improvised." This test starts at the end of the application time. ”

"There are a lot of questions in this exam, and only the top 100 are taken, I hope you will cherish your time."

This exam can be called a 'physical exam', because there are many fill-in-the-blank questions in the Book of Poetry, which takes a huge amount of time, and some frail scholars are most afraid of this, and sometimes they fall into a coma due to physical exertion in the middle of writing.

Therefore, some of the scholars present sighed, but no one left. The opportunity is rare, for the sake of luck, even if the opportunity is slim, you must cherish it.