Suddenly, Nanxing seemed to think of something, and she pushed Shang Lu with her elbow, and at the same time tapped her left wrist with her right hand.

There was a thin line on Nanxing's left wrist, and that line seemed to be coming out of the bottom of the skin, and if you looked closely, you could see that Shang Lu's left wrist also had the same thing.

"Shang Lu, didn't you climb a lot of materials? See if there's a good one. ”

"Okay, I'll search it out." After speaking, Shang Lu turned on his virtual computer, which is connected to the spirit, that is to say, the virtual display screen that pops in the air cannot be seen by others except the owner.

However, the moment the virtual display screen popped up, the scholar sitting at the top suddenly turned to look in the direction of Nanxing and Shang Lu. Fortunately, he just looked at it, and then looked away, and Nanxing thought it had been discovered just now.

Although the scholar didn't look at Nanxing and Shang Lu again, he actually felt a trace of strange fluctuations just now, so he turned his head to look, but he looked at it and didn't find anything wrong in that direction. If you change to an ordinary person, you may think that you are wrong, but if a scholar can lead the broken city, it must be unusual, the corners of his mouth are unconsciously upturned, it seems that someone has used a spell that he doesn't know, and things are getting more and more interesting.

The maid who was waiting in the main hall walked to the hexagonal copper furnace in the hall and replaced it with the third incense, which means that there are still fifteen minutes, and Nanxing and Shang Lu must hand in the papers.

It seems that he has to prepare for the worst, Nanxing thought to himself, while calculating how many pills and spirit stones he had in his storage bag.

"Nanxing, what do you think of this one?" Shang Lu said as he shared the content with Nanxing's virtual computer.

Nanxing called up the virtual monitor and silently recited the poem in his heart, although it was only four sentences and twenty words, it was really thought-provoking.

"Yes, I'll copy it on paper." Nanxing quickly picked up the ink block and began to grind it quickly, following the example of the others.

"It's good to be able to use it." Shang Lu didn't expect that the data he was bored crawling from the Internet would one day come in such an important role.

The incense in the hexagonal copper furnace burned out the last bit of spark, and Zhu Qing took two steps forward and said aloud to everyone in the audience: "When the time comes, please stop writing." Then he motioned to the maid to take away the rice paper in front of each case.

At this time, more than a dozen maids came out from behind the curtains on both sides with tall shelves, and each work was flattened and hung on the shelf. The maid held a shelf, and after parading around the hall in turn, she stood in front of the scholar in two inclined rows.

The scholar got up and looked at the past one by one, his face changed from his previous ease and comfort, and became a little dignified, and there was a kind of coercion that seemed to be substantial, diffusing in the main hall.

When the scholar saw the last one, he suddenly smiled, and the solemn atmosphere in the hall was swept away, and the other people who participated in the poetry meeting were also relieved, and the most obvious expression belonged to the scribe and the beautiful woman.

The scholar looked around and returned to his seat, and said with a blank face: "Zhuqing, you read the last poem to everyone." ”

"Yes." Zhu Qing glanced at the rice paper on the last shelf twice, and read it sentence by sentence: "On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops go down to the soil, who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard work." ”

After Zhu Qing finished reading, the hall was silent, and after a while, a small discussion began to sound.

"What was it that afternoon?"

"Do you sweat when you plant a field?"

"Aren't those seedlings able to grow in one night?"

"This poem is strangely tight."

Seeing that everyone didn't understand the subtlety of this poem, the scholar could only say out, "This poem can be described as outstanding, even if it is placed in those mundane scholars, it is a classic that cannot be faulted." ”

As soon as everyone heard the scholar praise this poem, they quickly changed their tone and praised it one after another.

"This poem reads with a different charm."

"The language is concise, and it is a good poem."

"Good poetry...... Good poetry......"

"Since everyone said yes, the title of this Midsummer Poetry Meeting is this poem." The scholar looked at Nanxing and Shang Lu with a smile: "Congratulations to the two of you for winning the first place." Later in the auction, you can choose any one. ”

Then the scholars announced the second and third places, and as expected, it was the scribes and the beautiful women. Although the two of them only won the second and third, they did not see frustration on their faces, but they were also very happy, and they stood up to salute everyone separately.

The scholar waved his sleeves, "Withdraw it." With these words, the wooden family entered from outside the hall, stood in groups of two, and stood behind the other ten cases, and then escorted those people outside the hall without saying anything.

After a while, the outside of the hall was already ready, and Zhu Qing walked to the scholar's side and saluted respectfully, "Childe, the auction is ready." ”

As the scholar came to the outside of the hall, although the sun was not as hot as at noon, it was still so radiant that it was impossible to look at.

"You're the number one, let's choose one first." The scholar said softly to Nanxing and Shang Lu.

Nanxing looked at the ten people outside the hall, weren't they the ones who were escorted out by the family just now? She looked at the scholar with some confusion and some confusion.

"The auction items are these ten people, you can take them directly if you like them, this person from head to toe, including the clothes on his body, and the items on his waist are all at your disposal."

It turned out that the punishment was to go directly to the goods at auction, and it was no wonder that the scribes and the beautiful women were so worried before, they must have known this. And these people are obviously the same as Nanxing and Shang Lu who came to participate for the first time, otherwise everyone in the hall would not have followed the scholars just now.

"City Lord, we don't want this, can we take a step to speak?"

"Oh?" The scholar looked at Nanxing with some amusement, "It's okay, you can just walk with me." ”

……

The scholar took Nanxing and Shang Lu to a waterfront pavilion, and he casually went to the stone bench in the pavilion and asked, "There will be no one else eavesdropping here, what do you want?" ”

"Dare to ask the city lord, is there a teleportation array in the city lord's mansion?" Nanxing bowed his head slightly and bowed, and finally asked this question.

"How's that? What if you don't? The scholar did not answer the rhetorical question.

Nan Xing glanced at Shang Lu, then turned to the scholar and said, "If there is a teleportation array, can you ask the city lord to make it convenient?" ”

"This ruined city is indeed not as prosperous as those cities outside, but you look at this pavilion and water pavilion, it also has a unique style." The scholar stopped talking, looked at Nanxing for a while, and then said leisurely: "There are no items you want this time, and the exception allows you to keep the opportunity until next time." ”

"City Lord, we are not casual cultivators, I'm afraid the master is already looking for us at this time."

The scholar's face remained unchanged, "So what?" ”

"Please also ask the city lord to make it convenient."

"For the sake of you that you have made a good poem, I will not care about you. However, you must remember that this ruined city is not a place where you can come and go when you want. ”