Minutes and seconds passed.

Half an hour is here in the blink of an eye.

At this time, everyone stood aside, waiting for the answer to be revealed.

Who can see the four beauties? Who can get the guidance of a famous teacher? Who can be accepted as a disciple by a famous teacher?

The results will soon be revealed.

Wang Desheng also came to the fourth layer, he stood behind Truman, and explained: "Although I know that my strength to participate in this Linlang Poetry Club is purely self-inflicted, but I am still quite interested in the ownership of this championship, after all, I also want to know that bastard can sit on so many beauties at one time." ”

"If it's an adult." He gave himself a slap in the face, "Subordinates should be damned." ”

Truman shook his head.

Because he has no bottom in his heart.

Although he was very confident in this poem, he did not know whether the literati of this world could eat it.

As Wang Desheng said, after a while, a large number of people came to the fourth floor, and they couldn't squeeze in.

Fortunately, Huang's mother dredged it in time and promised to put a list on each floor of the Linlang Flower Boat, so that they would no longer squeeze into the fourth layer.

At this time, the backstage on the right side of the fourth floor.

The two old men were holding sheets of rice paper and reading silently.

Or bow your head in contemplation, or talk loudly, or laugh.

Sitting on the far right is an old man in his late teens, with white hair and a white robe, his wrinkled face slightly stretched, and his cloudy and wise eyes staring at a piece of paper in his hand.

He is Bai Xiaotong's second disciple, Mr. Duan Wenyao Duan.

At this time, he was suddenly startled, and a long-lost smile of relief appeared on his face.

"It's a good poem."

He said to himself naturally, and then handed the poem to another old man next to him.

"Mr. Yan, you have read this poem."

This old man is also over the age of six, dressed in light black, and he is also holding a hand of poetry in this poem.

Hearing Mr. Duan's words, he smiled lightly and put down the rice paper in his hand and took the rice paper handed over by the former.

"The poems that can make Mr. Duan feel good should naturally be taken a look."

Duan Yaowen also said with a smile: "Most of the poems handed over today were done in a hurry, either they are gorgeous and have no connotation, or they are put together indiscriminately and don't understand anything, this poem is a rare good product." ”

The poem is not long, and during Duan Yaowen's speech, Yan Wenang has already finished reading this poem.

He smiled and nodded, and recited two sentences.

"Draw your sword and trap the net, and the yellow finch will fly. Fly to the sky, come down to thank the young man. Sure enough, good poetry. ”

Duan Yaowen squinted his eyes and commented: "He was originally a scholar, but he was originally a chivalrous warrior who saved the innocent, and the person who wrote this poem has a very high mind." ”

Yan Wenang straightened the rice paper and looked towards the signature below. "This person's name is Xun Sheng, Xun Sheng? I haven't heard of him. ”

"You have lived in the court for a long time, and it is normal that you have not heard of it, I have an impression of this person, when my master wrote the poetry list last year, he had a poem that almost made the list, but it is a pity, in addition, Langzhou poetry is definitely talking about him."

"Oh, this guy is so powerful?"

After Duan Yaowen smiled slightly, he showed a hint of melancholy: "If it is not unexpected, the champion of this year's Linlang Poetry Club is his, but it's a pity, I thought I could see such a gorgeous poem as "Water Tune Song Head". ”

"What a masterpiece "Water Tune Song Head", it is worth it to see one, you and I don't have to ask too much, after all, Wenquxing is also very busy."

Duan Yaowen laughed: "Mr. Yan is right. ”

Yan Wenang said again: "I heard that Chumen, the author of "Water Tune Song Head", was a county magistrate in Yangzhou County, and I don't know if he will participate in this Linlang poetry meeting today? ”

Hearing the former's words, it seemed to arouse Duan Yaowen's interest, he picked up a piece of rice paper again, and said, "Then I'll have to read it quickly, it's too late, wouldn't it be a dusty work." ”

Yan Wenang laughed.

"What Mr. Duan said is very true."

......

Inside the hall on the fourth floor of the Linlang Flower Building.

The crowd was already impatient, and the noise spread everywhere.

Truman was also disturbed by the cacophony of sounds, and he sat on the sidelines, closing his eyes and saying nothing.

On the map on the system panel, the red dot is gone.

Xu Jinwu left.

Xu Jinwu's departure does not mean that the mission has failed, after all, the task panel on the system is still there, but Yangzhou County is huge, and without the assistance of the system, it will be difficult to find him.

Although the system did not show that the mission had failed, in Truman's eyes, the twenty merit points had already been deducted.

At the same time, there will be more time before the completion of the third main story.

Truman opens the system introduction of the third main line.

It reads:

（94/100）。

In the past half a month, he naturally has not been idle, in addition to writing "Breaking the Sky", he has traveled to every corner of Yangzhou County, and finally caught some deeply hidden suspects as expected.

After exhausting a lot of hardships, only a few people were caught.

Looking at the very noisy environment in front of him, Truman was helpless.

Forget it, don't wait.

After all, the poems have been handed in, and it is already doomed whether to win the championship or not.

Let's go out and try our luck and see if we can meet Xu Jinwu.

Just go.

Wang Desheng naturally stayed, because he wanted to stay, and Truman did not object.

It might as well stay and watch him win the championship.

Just at the time of Truman's departure.

A corner of the fourth floor.

In the shadows.

One of them waved his hand and said, "Let's catch up." ”

......

Time did not pass long, on a certain street.

Truman walked leisurely.

From time to time, his consciousness entered the depths of his mind, looking at the system panel.

Hopefully find a red dot on it.

But the truth was not what he expected.

I wandered around a few streets, but I still didn't see the red dot.

Suddenly, his face turned cold and gloomy.

In the corner of his eye, a black shadow suddenly appeared.

The black shadow perched over the roof, crouching slightly, carrying a large sword on his shoulder.

There is no indication on the system, he is not a prisoner, he is not a bandit or robber.

"People from the four great families?"

Among the four major families, the only one who has a deep hatred with him is the Qian family.

But Truman is not sure, because it is inevitable that some people will borrow a knife to kill people.

What to do?

Truman still walked without a trace, his mind deep in thought.

In the past half a month, his iron cloth shirt has not fallen, and it has barely reached the point of Xiaocheng, but he has never fought with anyone, so he can't be sure if he can win against the killer in the back.

Besides, he didn't know if there was only one killer.

You can only escape.

Truman thought.

Flee to the yamen?

But it was still a few streets away from the Yamen, too far away, and these killers were afraid that they would strike ahead of time when they were sure that he was going back to the Yamen.

I can't go back to the yamen.

Where can that go?

I can only take one step at a time, hoping that I can meet the patrolling catchers on the road, and then capture these killers in turn.

Fortunately, it is still close to the flower boat and has a large population.

Just as he was thinking as he walked, he met a person.

This person wears a veil on his face, has a delicate figure, and his every move has a thousand styles.