At the same time, Bai Yue's family, Bai Yue Yunyi and Bai Yue Chongshan reported the recent situation of the soap, and Bai Yue Yunyi said with some hesitation: "Father has been a little unquiet in Yuezhou City recently!" ”

Bai Yue Chongshan naturally knew what Bai Yue Yunyi meant, "Yi'er, this pool is too muddy, why do you really want to go?" ”

After a long time, Bai Yueyun Yi nodded and returned: "Yes, father, the Wind King Mausoleum only appears once in a hundred years, such an opportunity can be met but cannot be sought, please ask my father to promise!" ”

After a while, Bai Yue Chongshan nodded, "Okay, but be careful!" ”

"Father, don't worry, the child understands!" Bai Yue Yunyi immediately arched her hand happily and said.

Then Bai Yue Chongshan took out half of the token and handed it to Bai Yue Yunyi, and Bai Yue Yunyi couldn't help but be a little puzzled after taking it, "Father, what is this half of the token?" ”

And Bai Yue Chongshan smiled and said: "Back then, my father had an old relationship with a martial arts realm powerhouse, and he promised that if he asked for something in the future, he could ask him for a favor with half a token!" ”

Bai Yue Yunyi couldn't help but be stunned when she heard this, the promise of a martial arts realm powerhouse was very precious.

Then he was very moved and said, "Thank you, father!" I ......"

However, before Bai Yue Yunyi finished speaking, Bai Yue Chongshan patted him on the shoulder, "Okay, you are the heir of the Bai Yue family, no matter what it is, as long as you believe it, do your best to do it!" ”

"Yes, Father!"

Then the father and son talked for a while, and Bai Yue Yunyi left.

Looking at his son's back, Bai Yue Chongshan couldn't help but sigh, he naturally knew the allure of the Wind King Mausoleum for the monks. But it is precisely because of this that this trip to the Tomb of the Wind King will be full of crises, and outsiders only see the scenery of those strong people who have got the opportunity, but they do not see the white bones of those who lose.

And as a father, the opportunity in the Tomb of the Wind King is precious, and the treasures in the big are precious, less than one-ten-thousandth of his son. But he also understands the truth that the dragon dives into the sea and the phoenix soars for nine days, and the young man's ambition cannot be suppressed! So he can only give his son the greatest support!

And just when the forces of all parties were about to move, Zhuge Qinghong sat firmly on the Diaoyutai and wrote with great interest in the study. I saw that his pen was like a god flowing water in one go, as the waiter of the Ministry of Rites, Zhuge Qinghong is a rich five cars, and his calligraphy is also quite a demeanor!

"Hmmm! Not bad! Not bad! ”

After finishing writing, Zhuge Qinghong looked at his work and nodded, and his face was full of satisfaction. But I don't know if he is satisfied with his words, or satisfied with the majestic poem!

It turned out that Zhuge Qinghong wrote it, and it was the song Nian Nujiao! After this poem spread from Baiyue Chongshan, it swept the entire Yuezhou City, even Zhuge Qinghong, who had just arrived in Yuezhou, had heard of it.

"Your Excellency!"

At this time, Gongsun Qi hurriedly walked over, with an anxious look on his face.

Seeing Gongsun Qi, Zhuge Qinghong proudly picked up his words and said, "Lord Gongsun, please see, how is my handwriting!" ”

And Gongsun Qi continued to read the words for a while, and then said with a face full of appreciation: "Okay! Good! Good words, better words! The calligraphy of adults can be called a generation of grandmasters! ”

"Haha......"

Hearing Gongsun Qi's words, Zhuge Qinghong couldn't help but smile proudly, Zhuge Qinghong has always been disdainful of the compliments of his subordinates. But he is very confident in this calligraphy, because he has been doing this hobby all his life.

Then he picked up a stack of papers on the table and said with satisfaction: "Yuezhou is really an outstanding person!" Someone can write such a good word, but I don't know who this flying Bajie is? ”

When Gongsun Qi heard this, he immediately returned: "Your Excellency doesn't know that this flying Bajie seems to have come out of thin air, and no one knows his details at all. However, these poems are all engraved on a box called soap, and the soap flows from the mansion of the Bai Yue family! ”

"Oh, yes! It's kind of interesting. Zhuge Qinghong couldn't help but mention a hint of interest.

"Yes, I heard that the Baiyue family will give a piece of soap to everyone who participates in the poetry meeting at the Yueshan Poetry Meeting, and there will be a masterpiece on each soap!" Gongsun Qi continued.

"Then I have to go to the Yueshan Poetry Meeting this time." When it comes to the Yueshan Poetry Club, Zhuge Qinghong can't help but miss it, as a Yuezhou person, the Yueshan Poetry Club is a feeling that can't be overcome.

But the matter of poetry is just a small episode after all, Gongsun Qi has not forgotten his original purpose, so he immediately reported to Zhuge Qinghong: "My lord, a few days ago, several forces sneaked into Yuezhou, and these people secretly colluded with each other to stir up Yuezhou!" At the same time, I also found traces of Zhong Changqiu, and it is estimated that he has infiltrated Yuezhou. ”

But Zhuge Qinghong didn't say anything after hearing this, he still looked light-hearted, "Don't be nervous, Lord Gongsun, there are still more than ten days before the opening of the Wind King Mausoleum." During this time, no matter what happens, don't care too much, be patientOnly those who are patient can catch the fattest big fish! ”

Gongsun Qi immediately gave a salute and said: "Your Excellency has been taught, but those forces are secretly colluding with each other, and it is inevitable that it will not become a stumbling block for us, should we cut off some of them first!" ”

But Zhuge Qinghong shook his head, "No need, none of those cow ghosts, snakes, and gods are easy to deal with, and it won't be of any use except for causing some trouble." ”

"No!"

Gongsun Qi immediately responded, as the Daoist Yin of Yuejiang Dao, Gongsun Qi naturally understood these truths, but he just needed a clear instruction.

After getting the instructions he wanted, Gongsun Qi took his leave, and Zhuge Qinghong couldn't help but shake his head when he looked at Gongsun Qi, who was playing smart, and then ignored it.

However, this surging undercurrent did not affect the prosperity of Yuezhou City. On the contrary, because of the proximity of the Yueshan Poetry Society, countless scribes and students gathered in Yuezhou, making the prosperity of Yuezhou more prosperous in the past.

In a green building, several students who were preparing to participate in the poetry meeting were pushing cups and changing lamps.

"Brother Zhang, please!"

"Brother Li, please!"

The two of them immediately drank it all, and then saw one of the students say: "Brother Zhang, I heard that you have visited famous teachers all over the world in recent years, and you have made great progress in your studies, so I think this Yueshan Poetry Meeting will definitely be a blockbuster and famous everywhere!" ”

"Alas! Brother Li laughed, how could Zhang's small talent be able to ascend to the hall of elegance! But Brother Li, your masterpiece Zhang admires very much! Zhang Tongshu looked like he didn't dare to be.

Li Quan waved his hand and returned: "Brother Zhang, you say that, but you are exalting Li." ”

The two complimented each other like this, as if they had already made a splash at the Yueshan Poetry Conference and embraced the beauty to the pinnacle of life.

However, in the eyes of the locals in Yuezhou, such people are just some dirt buns who have never seen the world. Every year, there are always many such buns that try to become famous at the Yueshan Poetry Festival, but most of them can only leave in disgrace.