The bell did not make a sound, but it swung in a direction far away from her.

Yuan Wanying swore that she really felt that this guy who couldn't speak and didn't even have a face was absolutely despising her!

Yuan Wanying smiled, grabbed the small bronze bell, and threatened viciously: "If you dare to ring it randomly, I will let you ring enough!" ”

As she spoke, she raised her right hand and made a gesture of curling her fingers.

In the next second, Yuan Wanying looked at the little bronze bell, bent the bell, and rubbed the bell in her palm!

Yuan Wanying had no doubt that if this little bronze bell was also a weasel, I am afraid that it would have popped out its frantically wagging tail and ears by now!

At this moment, the old gentleman rushed out with a red face and beckoned her: "Come on, meet the senior brother of the head with me!" ”

Before the words fell, he noticed Yuan Wanying's posture of raising her hand to ring the bell, and blurted out, "What are you doing?" ”

Yuan Wanying laughed twice: "I'm trying the sound of this bell—"

As she spoke, she flicked her curled index finger, and the little bronze bell immediately made a buzzing sound.

The old gentleman did not doubt him, and urged: "Hurry up, hurry up, don't let the senior brother of the head wait too long!" ”

Yuan Wanying raised her hand and signaled the old gentleman to go first, she deliberately fell behind, and glanced at the gong on the other side warningly, the latter was excited, and actually flew into the air, came to Yuan Wanying, followed the example of the brother next door, and flattered her.

Yuan Wanying: "......"

She actually just tried it, but she didn't expect these two treasures to really have spirits!

It's okay like this, when she practiced poetry in the province, these two guys couldn't control themselves-

Just thinking about that scene makes her scalp tingle.

These thoughts flashed through her mind, and after solving the most troublesome thing, Yuan Wanying finally had the mood to look at the sect master hall of Wenzong.

It is worthy of being a treasure of the fairy family, the height of the palace body, want to be the three-storey building of Huaguo, the carved beams and painted pillars in the hall, everywhere is exquisite, with the burning incense burner, it really makes people have the feeling of straying into the fairyland.

After passing through the three halls in a row, he finally arrived at the head of Wenzong.

Yuan Wanying's footsteps paused, what exquisite carvings, what rose incense burners, all disappeared, and only the white clothes in front of her were left.

The long black hair was casually tied to the top of his head with a gold ring, his facial features were handsome and timeless, and his body had a faint breath-

What a fairy in white!

Yuan Wanying really didn't expect that the head of her family would look like such an immortal.

She also thought that in Wenzong, there was a sour appearance of the old gentleman, or a somewhat stupid appearance of an idiot.

"Huh-"

A good-natured smile made Yuan Wanying come back to her senses from the shock of beauty, and she realized that in this hall, there was not only one person in charge, but also five other people.

The one who laughed was a handsome young man, he was dressed in a blue robe, with a folding fan in his hand, he looked at Yuan Wanying with a smile, and said with a smile: "I'll just say, it's better for the senior brother in charge to wear a hat!" ”

Next to him is a middle-aged man with a straight face, with deep nasolabial folds on his forehead, like a teacher who likes to slap people's palms when he has nothing to do.

He didn't hear the words of the second senior brother who was out of tune beside him, and looked directly at the old gentleman, that is, the fourth junior brother in this group of senior brothers, and said with a straight face: "We are discussing the sudden ringing of the bell, since you said that you have a clue, you can say it now." ”

The old gentleman laughed, grabbed Yuan Wanying's shoulders, and pushed her forward: "Senior brothers and sisters, you don't have to discuss, the author of Zhenguo's poem is right in front of us!" ”

The second senior brother in Tsing Yi laughed again: "When did the fourth senior brother learn to be so humorous, this little girl, ha, you tell me that she is the author of Zhenguo's poems?" ”

The third senior brother frowned and shouted, "Fourth senior brother! ”

The old gentleman was full of grievances, and defended repeatedly: "It's really a poem that has become a town!" I've got all the words back! ”

Senior Brother Tsing Yi raised his eyebrows: "What about the words?" ”

The old gentleman was stunned, looked left and right, and said angrily: "In the hands of that bastard of the eighth junior brother!" ”

The white-clothed boss, who never said a word, finally spoke: "Okay, just let her write another one in court." ”

With that, he straightened up and gave up his desk.

Yuan Wanying was sent to a chair by the old gentleman who was eager to wash away her grievances.

Picking up the pen, a bit of rebellion suddenly appeared in her heart, Yuan Wanying remembered a limerick poem in her mind, and she immediately wrote without thinking:

- Jiang Shang's general,

- Inoue Black Hole,

- The yellow dog is white,

- The white dog is swollen.

After writing, Yuan Wanying raised her head and stared at the monks of the Wen Sect, and there was silence in the hall.

The old gentleman couldn't sit still, so he rushed over to see what she had written.

It's just that he's fast, but there's a guy who's faster than him.

The second senior brother in Tsing Yi had already picked up the paper and read it with a smile in his voice: "Jiang Shang is general, Inoue Black Cave Long-"

"The yellow dog is white, and the white dog is swollen."

As soon as he finished reading, he couldn't help laughing anymore, and laughed out loud: "The yellow dog is white, hahahaha, is this yellow dog shedding?" Is it white all over the body or white piece by piece? ”

The other senior brothers looked at each other, and the senior brother in charge was silent for a moment, and then commanded Yuan Wanying: "Little friend, you go down first, and wait for us to discuss." ”

Yuan Wanying blinked, and decided to rot the name of this limerick poem into her stomach, so that they would think that this was a yellow dog with albinism.

She walked out of the hall with Shi Shiran, but when she was about to step out of the palace gate, the warm and jade voice of the senior brother in charge sounded behind her: "Little friend, may I ask what is the name of this poem?" ”

Yuan Wanying sighed lightly in her heart, this world is like this, she is always a little more tolerant of good-looking people, especially this good-looking person, who has a very good voice.

She replied without looking back: "Yongxue." ”

After that, the little girl turned around and walked out, and her tall figure looked very chic.

The senior brother in charge stood up, picked up the poem from the junior brother's hand, and read it softly: "...... The yellow dog is white, and the white dog is swollen. ”

This time, the second senior brother of the promotion of narrowness did not let out the slightest laugh, and like him, all the senior brothers were silently retelling this poem in their hearts, only to feel that the name of the poem, Yongxue, this poem, is simply vividly described, as if there are really two dogs, one white and one yellow, rolling in the snow.

After a while, the senior brother in charge slowly exhaled a long breath, but his brows furrowed little by little, and he muttered: "It doesn't make sense, even if the bell doesn't ring, the awakening gong should ring!" ”

He turned his head to look at the fourth junior brother and asked with a serious expression, "What was she doing when you just went out?" ”