I don't know if the people from the Teng Hanging Ridge are here, this is the highlight that Wang Hao is looking forward to.

This Xuan-level Spirit Stone is good, but his own life is more important, so the urgency of this Vine Hanging Ridge is far above this Spirit Stone.

However, the outside of the scene was impenetrable and full of various treasure ships and many flat boats, as well as many spirit soldiers floating in the air, and there were scattered cultivators standing on them, and they were really in full swing.

Every move of any one in this pavilion will be watched by everyone.

Rao is Bo Shengyan was also a little pretty, and he was embarrassed.

"Lord Bofu, is the topic this time just a poem around the heart of this Xiurong Lake?"

Si Kou Wanqing also didn't seem to know much about the situation at the scene, so he asked.

Bo Xiaoshu smiled silently, and everyone wondered, how did he say that it was Xiurong Huxin, and he didn't say what he wanted to write?

Si Kou Wanqing's question was not answered, and she began to think about the true meaning.

Wang Hao smiled slightly: This Bo Xiaoshu, according to the trick of painting a cat and a tiger, is it not bad to learn.

Wen Tan was only slightly surprised when he heard the question, and his expression fluctuated, and he was not so big as the people present.

But seeing Wen Tan leaning on the beauty's lean, looking into the distance slightly against the railing, he suddenly saw an object, it seemed that the corners of his mouth were hooked under the veil, and his eyes were slightly closed. ”

Everyone was shocked, so fast, it was only a few tens of seconds, it was really quick.

But seeing that Si Kou Wanqing also looked at it from a distance, after a few minutes, he seemed to get some enlightenment, and said, "Hang"

At this time, the one that Wang Hao saw at the beginning, the shrewd maid standing next to Si Kou Wanqing, spread a piece of rice paper under the case in front of Si Kou Wanqing and began to grind the ink, and Si Kou Wanqing also began to pick up the pen and write at this time.

Bo Shengyan was still thinking carefully about the meaning of this question, but Qiao was suspicious but began to fidget, and frequently looked at Wei Yuzhi behind him.

That Wei Yuzhi's eyes were always fixed on Wen Tan, and he didn't take this Qiao suspicion to heart at all.

Qiao snorted suspiciously, Wei Yuzhi woke up like a dream, looked at Qiao suspicious apologetically, and said something in her ear, and Qiao suspicious calmed down.

For those who participate in this poetry competition, they can bring a maid or a scholar, if they are assistants, they can help compose poems, and if they lose, the assistant can compose poems again, which is a second chance.

That's what Bo Shengyan thinks.

This time that Joe

Suspicious didn't get the title of the competition, presumably he also had the same expectations for the purple-robed man, but the purple-robed man didn't seem to pay much attention to this dance text, so his suspicion of this Qiao has always been perfunctory, and Qiao was suspicious for a long time, and when he saw that everyone began to look at him suspiciously, he also began to feel a little aggrieved.

His martial arts talent is mediocre, if he hadn't caught the line of his senior brother by chance, knowing that his senior brother was the head palace of the Wenfu Chang Palace, the only son of an elder in the Red Pavilion, how could he have risen to the inner disciple so quickly, I am afraid that with his cultivation in the realm of ascending to the hall, he would still be bumpy around the named disciple.

Senior brother gave him a lot of cherished things to help him break through, and he finally broke through to the realm of moving mountains and sat firmly on the throne of the inner disciple, but it is true that he did not rely on his strength to become an inner disciple, which is also a fact.

finally mixed up the title of "Four Talented Women", thinking that I could use this to become famous in the world and capture the heart of my senior brother, don't you want to stop here today?

Although Wen Fu Changgong is a five-grade sect in the Xiangru Mansion, it is famous, but compared to the four-grade sect in Yangzhou, it is simply a difference between cloud and mud, and the senior brother is also the only son of the elder of the Red Pavilion, so young he has already moved to the sea realm of high-level cultivation, and he must be a pivotal figure in the Red Pavilion in the future, if he can catch the line of the senior brother, won't he be able to sit firmly on the boat in the future?

But the senior brother used to be gentle with himself, but now he is becoming more and more perfunctory, Qiao is suspicious in his eyes and anxious in his heart.

It's all to blame for this Wen Tan, if it weren't for this Wen Tan, how could Senior Brother treat me so coldly.

however

Seeing that Bo Shengyan also began to write, Qiao was suspicious and helpless, so he had to pretend to do so.

For those who are looking for an assistant, it is equivalent to having a second chance, and for those who only bring a maid or come alone, it is also equivalent to having only one person to compete.

Wang Hao took a look at the people who had not finished yet, and Wen Tan had already written the exhibition.

The clouds are divided into seven colors, and a peak tree is a thousand layers of green.

Xiurong Lake is in the middle of ten thousand boats, and the high platform is green outside the threshold.

"Good!"

Led by Bo Xiaoshu, he took the lead and joined his palms in amazement.

"The poems written by Wen Tan should be adapted to the situation, the first three sentences, each of which has a measure word and the scenery of the center of Xiurong Lake, and what is picked up is also a description of the scenery in the heart of Xiurong Lake, corresponding to the top and bottom, extremely ingenious, worthy of being the first of the four talented women!"

With a flick of the poem written by Wen Tan, it will be transformed into aura

The golden ink was written in the sky above the heart of Xiurong Lake, and sure enough, everyone was full of praise after seeing it!

"Lord Bofu, Wanqing is also ready. ”

But seeing that Si Kou Wanqing dried the rice paper slightly, and handed it to Bo Xiaoshu from the silk hanging, Bo Xiaoshu nodded again and again after reading it, and Lang Lang read it out.

"The east wind blows over the four lakes, and the powder marks are faint and the water is green.

Two oars across the boat, the fisherman returned early. ”

After reading it, it was also turned into ink with golden spiritual power, and it was written on the sky, next to the poem just now.

"Wanqing's work is fresh and natural, echoing from beginning to end, and it is also wonderful. ”

Everyone was full of praise after reading it, and looked at Qiao suspiciously.

Qiao was suspicious and blushed, and drew on the paper for a long time, but did not write a word, but the ink dripped on the rice paper, and several pieces were even.

Bo Xiaoshu shook his head and looked at the deputy mansion master who was also a little anxious, and the deputy mansion master saw Bo Xiaoshu looking at him, his expression was grim, and he no longer made any other movements: it seems that it has nothing to do with this Qiao's suspicion, but it is the credit of this Wei Yuzhi.

Bo Xiaoshu thought about it secretly, looked up at Bo Shengyan, Bo Shengyan saw that everyone's eyes fell on him, he was a little embarrassed, but he still said softly, "I have also written." ”

Wang Hao was just wandering, muttering the poems written by the two people, and found that the more he read it, the more it could be in line with the beautiful scenery in the heart of Xiurong Lake, and he was also amazed in his heart, and now he suddenly saw another poem next to the two poems, which seemed to be written by Na Bo Shengyan.

The mountain is stacked on all sides, and the trees surround the thousand peaks and are forests.

The smoke and light are condensed and even the mountains are far away, and the waves and shadows are floating in the river.

After looking at Wang Hao's head slightly, this poem is a little worse than the first two, and it is not even as good as the sentence that Bo Shengyan chanted when he saw Wang Hao for the first time, "Thousands of miles of flat boats and thousands of mountain pines, Xiurong Lake is empty." ”

Seeing that everyone's expressions were really not as shocked as the two poems just now, Bo Shengyan was also a little angry, suddenly looked at Wang Hao on the side, and said to Bo Xiao, "Uncle, I still have a couplet, how about writing it together?"

But seeing Bo Xiaoshu coughing, he secretly said to Bo Shengyan, "In public, especially during the competition, don't call me uncle." ”

Bo Shengyan raised her eyebrows, "Lord Bofu, the little girl still has two couplets, how about continuing them together?"

Bo Xiaoshu coughed, "Since you still have the next link, write it down first." ”

Bo Shengyan smiled confidently, "You don't need to write it, it's in your heart." ”