Guanghan Palace, Jiang Shenyu, who withdrew from the secret realm, sneered.

Everything was in the plan, and others thought that she had to promise to let all the major sects come to seize the treasure, but in fact, Jiang Shenyu had already expected it, she objected at first, and she just wanted the junior disciples to make a move.

Her personal disciple is invincible below the Zhitian Realm, and even in the face of the Zhitian Realm, she has the power to fight.

When fighting for the secret treasure, it is basically stable.

Even if there are some genius disciples in other sects, so what, she can act as a referee, once things are out of control, it would be good for her to take the treasure directly, anyway, there is an appointment online, and the heads of other sects will not be in Cold Moon City, who can stop her at that time.

When the baby forcibly grabbed it, no one could force her to return it.

This is Jiang Shenyu's conspiracy.

It's ridiculous that the other sects must be thinking about how to send the best disciples to seize the treasure now.

The organizer and the referee are all me, how can you win?

"Summoning the Holy Maiden to the main palace."

"Back to the palace master, the holy maiden has gone to Cold Moon City."

Jiang Shenyu nodded when he heard this, and asked the maid to retreat, but he was thinking in his heart.

Her apprentice has always liked to be quiet, but now that Cold Moon City is overcrowded, she can stay too?

Speaking of which, the Hanjiang Poetry Club is also approaching, but it is just in the name of the Poetry Club to expel those restless guys.

Jiang Shenyu had a plan in his heart, so he issued an edict to go down.

The next morning, Lin Yun was awakened by a loud noise.

Wang Wanqiu had already woken up and was watching the excitement.

Lin Yun leaned over and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Guanghan Palace is rushing people, and on the grounds that the poetry meeting is about to be held and Cold Moon City is overcrowded, let the tourists who can't participate in the poetry meeting leave Cold Moon City."

"So domineering? Guanghan Palace is really not afraid of offending people? ”

"Those who can make a poem within a limited time can stay, in this way, the people who stay have more face and will naturally help them speak, and those who are driven away will also be afraid of reputation and dare not speak out, so there will naturally be no consequences."

Lin Yun couldn't help but sigh when he heard this, the people in this immortal cultivation realm are all human spirits, and in addition to cultivation, there are also many things worth learning from other places.

"So what do we do?"

"Don't worry, I also have some talent."

Wang Wanqiu said proudly, obviously, she felt that she not only had a little talent, but a lot of talent, and now she was just modest.

In a short time, the group of young monks in white robes arrived in front of the two of them.

"You already know why, are you two going to leave for the time being, or are you going to write a poem?"

As the first person, he also looks quite humble and polite, and he is also very handsome, Lin Yun has heard that when Guanghan Palace recruits disciples, the first thing he looks at is not his cultivation talent, but his face. Male disciples generally receive very little, unless they are very handsome.

So......

If he wants to worship in the Guanghan Palace, he just needs to show his face.

It's just that the purpose of this trip is Shenxiao Sect, and there is still the vinegar jar of Dongfang Hongyue at home, and Guanghan Palace, a place where yin and yang are declining, is not suitable for him to stay.

Wang Wanqiu naturally wanted to participate in the poetry meeting, she stretched out her hand and said with a smile: "Please ask for the question." ”

"If you are going to do a very dangerous thing now, and you may have to make sacrifices for it, but it is good for your family and country, please compose a poem in this situation."

Good guys, this is the topic of poetry.

Listening to this topic, Lin Yun subconsciously read a sentence in his heart: "Gou ......"

Forget it, just get started.

There is a time limit for composing a poem, and at most it is a stick of incense, about fifteen minutes.

Wang Wanqiu took seven steps in the room and already had inspiration.

This question is exactly in line with her state of mind, whether it is the plan to assassinate Dongfang Hongyue, or going undercover by Dongfang Hongyue's side, or even saving Lin Yun from Lieyang Mountain later, she is putting her life and death out of the way.

There is no need to assume, recalling the mood at that time, Wang Wanqiu took a step forward and said: "The moon in the sky is bright, the lotus in the water is pavilion, the gentleman is noble, and my ambition is also far-reaching." The world is turbulent, and the roads in the world are dangerous. I am willing to carry a three-foot sword, sweep away thieves and traitors, and swear to cut off the demon industry, and clear the turbidity. Who doesn't hesitate to die? Tears in my dreams. ”

"Good, good!"

Lin Yun applauded after Wang Wanqiu finished reading.

Although I don't know how to taste your poems, we will shout 666.

Applause and that's it.

Wang Wanqiu: "......"

I just immersed myself in my impassioned and tragic atmosphere, and even wanted to shed a few tears. However, as soon as Lin Yun applauded, there was no atmosphere.

I was angry.

But her heart was still immersed in that tragic feeling, and it was too late to get angry.

The tragic atmosphere is gone again, and it is uncomfortable.

Those disciples of the Guanghan Palace also looked at Lin Yun speechlessly.

You're poisonous, aren't you?

Such a good poem, can't you appreciate the thoughts and feelings in it?

Don't speak, feel with your heart!

Lin Yun: "I can't feel it, except for my Chinese teacher, no one dares me to appreciate poetry." ”

"This is ......"

The disciple who led the team asked with unhappiness.

"This is the outer son."

Wang Wanqiu replied.

The man sighed, shook his head, and said, "Mingzhu is secretly cast, it's a pity, it's a pity." ”

With that, turn around and leave.

Lin Yun: "......"

Boy, I remember you.

You must be jealous of my handsomeness, right?

Not much to say, in the small notebook, there is an opportunity to arrange for you and Grandpa Bi to be companions.

Seeing Lin Yun staring at other people's backs, Wang Wanqiu couldn't help but smile and said, "You won't be angry, right?" I don't think he's wrong, who told you to disturb everyone's poetry appreciation. ”

She was in a good mood, after all, it was great to feel that this kind of talent was recognized.

Lin Yun pursed his lips and didn't argue with her, but said, "That great poet, should we go out for a walk today and find out the information?" ”

Wang Wanqiu nodded and said, "It is beneficial for us that the Guanghan Palace is driving people out with such fanfare, even if the people from the Red Lotus Sect come to Cold Moon City, it is not good to attack us." ”

As soon as Wang Wanqiu's words fell, Lin Yun felt that the middle finger of his right hand was heating up.

That's right, it's also a two-hearted knowing.

The two hearts of the index finger are those of the Sword Sect.

The two hearts of the middle finger are taught by the Red Lotus.

If you go undercover like this again, I don't know if two hands are enough.

Hongling called urgently at this time, and didn't know what was going on, Lin Yun hurriedly said: "Since that's the case, then let's go our separate ways." ”

Wang Wanqiu's eyes lowered for a moment, and then smiled: "Okay, you are careful." ”

Lin Yun: "......"

He knew that Wang Wanqiu must have felt that he was about to start his activities as a double agent.

Hmph, stupid, yes, yes is a triple.

Lin Yun responded to Hongling very dryly, while carefully walking in the direction he sensed.

Soon arrived at another inn.

After approaching Hongling, Lin Yun's voice sounded in his mind.

"Lin Yun, can you compose a poem, help me think of one."

Lin Yun: "......"

Is Wang Wanqiu also a prophet?