After the old gentleman blurted out, he immediately regretted it, and cautiously looked around, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that the other immortal sects were focusing on testing the children's qualifications.

His attention fell on the little girl in front of him again, this time, his expression was much more nervous, he took the initiative to get out of the way behind the desk, and beckoned to Yuan Wanying: "Come here, child." ”

The tone was amiable, as if Yuan Wanying was his in-law's youngest granddaughter.

As for his junior brother, after Yuan Wanying casually said that poem, he was already stupid, muttering and repeating this poem: "There is a golden house in the book, and there is Yan Ruyu in the book." ”

Yuan Wanying was not afraid of life, she went around to the back of the desk, and flexibly climbed onto the chair, she was still small, so she simply knelt on the chair.

The old gentleman pointed to a row of pens on the pen stand in front of him: "Pick one that is pleasing to your eyes." ”

Yuan Wanying has no doubt about him, she has been immersed in calligraphy for many years, and naturally recognized the materials of these brushes, which are wolf hair, rabbit hair and sheep hair.

After seven years of regulation, her body now has a bit of an imperial physique, just like it did on Earth before, with full wrist strength.

She directly picked up the wolf pen with the hardest bristles and the highest requirements for wrist strength-

The old gentleman stared at her intently, but frowned the moment she picked up the pen, and muttered, "It shouldn't be—"

Yuan Wanying held the pen in her hand, and immediately itched - in this life, she hadn't touched a brush for seven years!

On weekdays, in order to avoid rustiness, she took a branch and practiced directly on the ground.

She held the hand of the brush, and just stretched out to the thick ink, the old gentleman suddenly said: "That, you can change the pen again." ”

Yuan Wanying was slightly stunned, change the pen? This pen has not been tried yet, for no reason, what pen to change?

Immediately, she reacted, and secretly scolded herself for being stupid, obviously she had just seen it, and other immortal sects would take out a token and let these children touch it, if the token was lit up, it was fate.

This is how it should be.

Yuan Wanying blinked, looking at the ordinary and unchanged wolf in her hand, and felt bad.

She hung the wolf's pen back on the pen stand, hesitated for a moment, reached out and picked up another sheep's pen, and still nothing happened.

This time, without waiting for the old gentleman to speak, she took the initiative to put the sheep's pen back and picked up the last rabbit's pen-

Yuan Wanying: "......"

She turned her head to look at the old gentleman beside her, who looked confused and confused more than she was, and kept repeating the words: "How can this be-"

Yuan Wanying asked cautiously, "Why don't I write a word and see?" ”

The old gentleman immediately came back to his senses and said with a wry smile: "It's useless, if the immortal medium is not bright, it is not qualified-"

"I don't know anything about all kinds of immortal laws—"

The junior brother beside him suddenly spoke: "Write!" Just write those two sentences! ”

Yuan Wanying subconsciously looked over, but this somewhat silly middle-aged man didn't look at her at all, his eyes were firmly fixed on the white paper under her pen, and he urged repeatedly-

Like the heart-scratching readers who are like the others, they caught a writer who doesn't like codewords, and they can't say anything else except a sentence for me.

Yuan Wanying: "......"

After thinking about it, she still hung up the rabbit pen, still picked up the wolf pen, dipped it in thick ink, and wrote without thinking.

Although she was young on earth, the Tang poems and Song poems stored in her stomach had already defeated the invincible opponents of the Yuan family.

Now, Yuan Wanying doesn't plan to come up with a famous poem for the ages, just like the old gentleman's junior brother's request, she is ready to write the whole poem of persuasion.

She was actually very curious about why the old gentleman called the poem she just said casually called it a work of Ming County.

Two lines of poetry can sound the county, and if you win a gong, what will be the performance of a complete poem?

Yuan Wanying is looking forward to it.

She walked the dragon and snake, and in a blink of an eye, the first line of the poem took shape under her pen: the rich family does not need to buy fertile land, and there are thousands of bells in the book.

As soon as she finished writing, a small breeze spawned out of thin air, lingering on the tip of her pen.

At the same time, the large characters written on the white paper became golden, and the whole paper became crystal clear, like jade.

Yuan Wanying looked at this scene with some surprise, and the voices of the old gentleman and his junior brother sounded at the same time, but the meaning was diametrically opposite: "Don't write it!" "Quick! Keep writing. ”

Yuan Wanying rolled her eyes and couldn't help asking, "Do you write or not?" ”

Before the words fell, the voices of seven or eight people sounded at the same time: "Of course it was written!" "Don't write it!"

Yuan Wanying looked up, and several immortal masters on the left and near her were all gathered around the table, looking at her one by one.

A few immortal masters who were far away were also striding towards this side.

It seems that she has become the sweetheart of the whole fairy-asking ceremony!

The old gentleman's face was very ugly, of course, anyone who had just stewed braised pork in a pot would not be happy if he was remembered by a group of hungry wolves.

He habitually glared at his junior brother: "It's all you!" ”

The junior brother shrunk his neck, turned around, and turned his butt towards his senior brother, as if in this way, he could ignore the stinky face of the senior brother, and pleaded with Yuan Wanying again: "Is it okay to write well?" ”

The old rich man of the Qi Sect next to him persuaded with a smile: "Don't blame the idiot junior brother, who didn't hear the gong just now?" Everyone has been paying attention to you for a long time. ”

As he spoke, the rich old man, with a word for money written from head to toe, took out a small abacus made of gold from his sleeve.

But the size of a palm, the one above? The round abacus rolls around, looking very delicate and cute.

The old rich man handed the golden abacus to Yuan Wanying, and said like a child: "Little girl, come, touch this abacus." ”

This delicate little golden abacus is really pleasing to girls, and the old gentleman can't stop it at all, Yuan Wanying has already reached out and dialed the abacus.

Then, Yuan Wanying had another object to stare at her, the old rich man looked at her, and then looked at the abacus in his hand, everyone was stupid: "How can this be-"

Dan Xiu, who was immortal and boneful, directly squeezed the old rich man aside, took out a five-colored flower, and said with a pleasant face: "Come on, try me this!" ”

Like a horse looking at flowers, a golden abacus, five-color flowers, five blessing jade charms, and a jasper flute...... In the blink of an eye, Yuan Wanying touched all the tokens of these twenty or so immortal gates.

Without exception, none of these tokens changed when she touched them.

The immortal masters couldn't help but gather together and whispered: "Gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, there is no spiritual root. ”

"Born with a waste vein, the body of a stone man."

"I don't have any qualifications for cultivating immortals, and after a hundred years, I will be a handful of loess."

Everyone shook their heads and sighed as they spoke.