Fan Yu was shocked by Yue Luo's identity, while others were shocked by Yue Luo's way of appearance.

Ling Bo microstep, Luo socks dust?

That's also socks stained with dust.

Yue Luo, the person is Ayara Hongji, who came barefoot in the air, and it was really not touched by any dust.

This look, this style, called a fairy, that's not a problem at all.

But the question is, shouldn't she be the head of Baihualou? Could it really be that fairies drip into the dust?

The thoughts brought about by the shock of an instant kept jumping in everyone's minds, unrealistic, and only when the song of Ding Dong was like a mountain spring and a quiet breeze in a hollow valley sounded, everyone suddenly sobered up.

Maybe it's a woman who has practiced light exercises.

A more reliable thought finally flashed through the minds of everyone watching.

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky, I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace?"

Yue Luo did not sing a new song, even if this "Water Tune Song Head" is sung again and again, it is still a masterpiece. Such an ethereal and fairy song, coupled with her unique heavenly demon dance, not to mention mortals, even monks, I am afraid it will be difficult to resist.

In the Meilan Pavilion, on the red carpet, the white ayaluo swirls like a blooming lily, and Yue Luo is the blue enchantress dancing on the lily, beautiful and charming, like a fairy and a demon.

A woman in white was proudly independent in the clouds, but beside her was a figure shrouded in black mist. Although there is a big difference between black and white, everyone below is as if they don't see it, or rather. People's attention is focused on Mei Lan Ting?

"Senior Sister Xuexing, what do you think of this Falling Flower Fairy?" A man's voice came from the black mist.

"A mortal woman who knows martial arts and knows some charms is not suitable for the inheritance of my goddess palace." The woman in white said coldly.

"Hehe," the black mist man laughed and said, "Bloody junior sister, you are now looking for an apprentice." I mean, do you think this fallen flower fairy can take the title of the leader of the hundred flowers? ”

"What do you have to do with me?"

Hearing the words of the woman in white, the black mist man felt speechless. He has been entangled with Nian Xuexing of this goddess palace for many days, cheekily. But this Nian Xuexing is like an ice girl. With a cold face all day long, he never said much if he didn't care, and occasionally a sentence came out that could choke people to death.

However, the higher the difficulty coefficient of the strategy. The more he Tang Yuyue liked.

Others in the black fog. No one else could see his face clearly. So he easily changed the topic and said: "That Liu Feifei of Liuyingju is not bad. It's more in line with the requirements of the goddess palace's selection of disciples. ”

Although Nian Xuexing's expression remained unchanged, when his eyes fell on Liu Feifei, who was standing on the bow of the flower boat, it was a shock. Take a closer look.

Tang Yu looked at Nian Xuexing's eyes in his eyes, smiled lightly and said no more, and glanced at Yue Luo in the Meilan Pavilion a few times, and then looked at the crowd on both sides of the strait.

The two of them are not here today to watch the Oiran Competition, but to take advantage of the fact that the whole city is almost together, to search and see if there are any disciples who are suitable for the inheritance of the master. The lineage of the sect is different, and the requirements for selecting disciples cannot help but be the same, although the root bone and understanding are important, but the more important thing is the heart, which must be suitable for cultivating the exercises of this sect.

The exercises are compatible with people, and the cultivation is a thousand miles a day; The exercises are contrary to others, even if the roots are amazed and the understanding is excellent, it is also half the effort.

Now that Nian Xuexing has a goal, he also needs to find the goal as soon as possible. The sooner you receive your apprentice, the sooner you can go back to the Nine Shadows Palace to cultivate, so that you don't have to be disturbed by this mundane thing.

Tang Yu was a monk in the Transformation Period, and he could see everyone on both sides of the Luo River clearly, and he could hear what they were saying. It's just that there are so many people, even if his divine sense is strong, it is difficult to pay attention to everyone. So this search for an apprentice depends on a fate.

Just as Tang Yu and Nian Xuexing were looking at the various types of mortals below in the sky, the song and dance of Yue Luo in the Meilan Pavilion ended. There was silence all around, and then suddenly there was a loud cheer.

"Good!"

King Yunluo praised loudly, and actually stood up from the Taishi chair excitedly, his face was full of red light, staring at Yue Luo in the Meilan Pavilion, and said, "This woman is worthy of the name of the fairy!" ”

The judges came back to their senses, and after a moment of surprise, they all scored quickly. Because there was no need to worry about anything, Yue Luo's score soon came out - A one, A one, A one is all A one!

Yue Luo walked to the edge of the pavilion, Bai Aya flew up, returned to the bow of the boat in the same way, and smiled lightly at Liu Feifei, who was on the bow of the firefly boat next to him, not sad or happy.

And Liu Feifei looked at Yue Luo with wide eyes, still looking incredulous.

Fan Yu was stunned, why wasn't Liu Feifei stunned? Although Yue Luo lost his beard and put on a blue silk, she would not admit that she was wrong with those eyes and face. She couldn't have imagined that the original creator of the lyrics she used to participate in the competition would also come to the competition!

Liu Feifei wanted to cry without tears, she felt that she was crushed.

The ten Jiajia came out one by one, and the news spread to both sides of the Luo River, and the people watching were all in a roar and cheered. Wang Heng stood by the river, looking at the crowd around him, but he was nervous. It's just that he squeezed too hard to watch the game before, and squeezed all the way to the river, and now as soon as the people around him fluctuate, he was squeezed forward little by little.

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze"

Standing on the bank of the river, Wang Heng shouted pleading to the people around him while trying to maintain his balance. It's a pity that at this time, people are restless because of Yue Luo, who cares about him as a poor scholar? Not only that, but the people behind also want to squeeze forward. Although I can't see the face of the falling flower fairy clearly, I can at least catch a glimpse of the fairy's shadow.

As a result, Wang Heng was tragic.

"Don't-ah!"

One of the ancient and modern funny, the scholar fell into the water.

The water of the Luo River is clear and slow, and in order to prevent people from falling into the water, the government has arranged for a number of wooden boats dedicated to life-saving to wait on the shore. However, the lifeboat can't be one step at a time after all, and it will take a few breaths to row to the place where Wang Heng fell into the water, and at this time. Wang Heng kept struggling in the water, shouting for help with fear on his face.

The others on the shore retreated, knowing that he could not drown, and when they saw his comical appearance of struggle, they all pointed and laughed.

In the sky, Tang Yu saw the scene of Wang Heng falling into the water, and he also laughed. Smiling and smiling, he couldn't take his eyes off Wang Heng after looking at him twice.

"This person is simply born for our Nine Shadows Palace!" The black mist on Tang Yu's body suddenly fluctuated violently.

"Calm, calm, I want to be calm." Tang Yu comforted himself, "I can't let this ice girl see my thoughts." If she knew that there were disciples below the Dao that were so suitable for our Nine Shadows Palace. I will definitely find ways to prevent me from accepting apprentices. ”

Thinking about it like this, Tang Yu really calmed down. Shen Nian swept over Wang Heng's body again and again, and pretended to say casually: "Well, this kid is barely suitable for the inheritance of the Nine Shadows Palace." Ay. In order to go back as soon as possible. Count this kid taking advantage. I'll take him under my door. ”

Nian Xuexing heard Tang Yu's words, looked down suspiciously, and then didn't say anything. Keep an eye on Liu Feifei.

Below, Wang Heng has been rescued, and he is thanking the boatman who saved him, while the game on Meilan Pavilion continues.

There are four famous buildings in front of the pearl and jade, and there are Baihualou Falling Flower Fairies in the back, and the performances of the other second- and third-rate Qinglou leaders are boring, and even unbearable to see and hear.

In the first round of the Oiran Contest, each person was only four or five minutes, twenty or thirty people, so it took less than an hour for all the performances to be completed.

Now it's time to show off your top writings.

It's similar to the ancient times of the earth, and the style of writing is prevalent, and if you are too poor as an Oiran, it will definitely not work. King Yunluo asked the question on the spot, the question was not difficult, after all, the test was for twenty or thirty delicate and weak women, not great talents, so King Yunluo was very measured.

"This situation, this scene, or poetry or words."

As soon as the title of King Yunluo came out, the beautiful head of the beautiful line of flowers around Meilan Pavilion sat down at his desk and meditated. King Yun Luo and many judges on the boat looked at these leaders and laughed inexplicably.

The beauty wrote poems and lyrics on the spot, and it really has a unique flavor to watch.

"What is the situation? Or poems or words? ”

Yue Luo looked at the question on the boat, smiled and muttered to himself. She has gone through two lifetimes and has the culture of two worlds, even though she doesn't have much talent in poetry, but it is still easy to find a poem that should be in harmony with this situation.

Glancing at Liu Feifei, who was thinking as hard as the other leaders, Yue Luo smiled brightly, lifted the brush, danced on the rice paper, and wrote down "his own" works without stopping.

There is no need to be low-key, there is no need to hide it, after writing, Yue Luo waited for the pen and ink on the rice paper to dry, then rolled it up, tied it with a red rope, and let Xiaoqian hang it on the bow of the boat.

Wow!

The action of the Baihua Lou Flower Boat to indicate the completion of the poem made the judges on the building boat and the audience on both sides of the strait in an uproar.

Half a cup of tea! In less than half a cup of tea, the Falling Flower Fairy has already made a poem! Let's not talk about the quality of the poems, just talk about the speed, and completely throw off the other Qinglou's lines!

Of course, not everyone praised Yue Luo.

Leaning on the red building, Yahuan said nervously: "Miss, the falling flower fairy is finished!" ”

Piao Piao glanced at the paper scroll hanging on the bow of Baihualou, snorted coldly, and said disdainfully: "What's the use of doing it quickly?" After a while, the judges saw that she didn't make sense of her writing, and they knew that she was grandstanding. ”

After speaking, he puffed out his red lips and continued to meditate.

The contest is scheduled to be completed within two teas, and soon, the time for two teas passes. A clipper began to pass by the bow of the flower boat, and the poem with the unwinding line was taken away; Is there a finished begging to wait for a while, but King Yunluo is still waiting on the boat to read the papers, how dare the people who collect the papers pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, and leave directly, leaving the beautiful women crying at the bow of the boat.

More than twenty paper scrolls were all placed in front of King Yunluo, and he was asked to look at them first.

King Yunluo was not polite, he opened them one by one and looked at them, and put them at hand if he felt good, and he didn't feel good, and even frowned, and threw them directly - someone next to him specially picked up those that were thrown away, and these were destined to only wait for the first-level score.

Soon, King Yunluo read Liu Feifei's poem. He looked at it and smiled and nodded, said "yes", and placed it on his left-hand side. Then, he read Yue'er's again, but he just nodded; After reading Yunyan, he shook his head with some sighs, but put it in his left hand, it seems that he likes Yunyan very much.

King Yunluo, who was leaning on the fluttering Red Mansion, glanced at it, threw it to the ground, and picked up the unfolding of the Falling Flower Fairy of the Hundred Flowers Building-

"Good!"

King Yunluo stood up again, blushed and shook his beard and said, "Good words, endless flowers, infinite willows, you should be the same as me." The ship is 100% empty, and there is no place to meet.

Zhu Xian quietly, few bosom friends, if the sky is affectionate, he should be old. Persuade you to look at Vanity Fair, the dream of the past is boundless. (To be continued......)