Following Lu Li's gaze, he saw the largest painting boat in the middle of the lake.

There was a young man standing on the bow of the boat, surrounded by people like stars holding the moon.

"The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. Good poetry, good poetry, beautiful artistic conception, at least a poetry of Mingzhou. A middle-aged man in Tsing Yi said.

"Fang Caizi really lives up to his reputation."

Onlookers whispered, speculating about Fang Ming's origin.

"Zhang Yuanjun has won the award, just a poem, it doesn't deserve such praise." Fang Ming said to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man is the president of Jinshan Mansion Academy, and this painting boat assembly was organized by Zhang Yuanjun.

It is said that this person is one of the examiners of this Xiucai test, and in order to leave a good impression in front of him, Fang Ming took out such a poem.

Although this poem does not reach the level of Wen Tingyun's founding school, it can still be passed down through the ages.

Just when everyone was touting each other, Fang Ming suddenly felt a sense in his heart, and turned his head to look at the shore.

There were two young men standing on the shore, their clothes in strange styles, a bit like the robes of their previous lives.

Fang Ming and the young man in Tsing Yi led by him met their eyes, and the young man smiled at himself.

Fang Ming didn't move, but directly shifted his gaze.

For some reason, Fang Ming felt that the young man's gaze made him very uncomfortable.

The young man's gaze was not at all aggressive, but gentle.

But Fang Ming just felt that this gaze was very bad.

He couldn't say the bad things clearly, anyway, it was very uncomfortable, as if he was being seen through by this person all over his body.

"Weird, really weird." Fang Ming muttered to himself.

"Brother Fang, are you okay?"

A call woke Fang Ming up.

Fang Ming looked up and saw that everyone was looking at him.

"It's okay, just thought of something." Fang Ming said vaguely.

The two men on the shore were gone. Could it be that it was just a hallucination?

"Haha, shouldn't there be another good work!" Zhang Yuanjun teased, "Then you think about it for a while......"

Bang!

At this moment, the surface of the water suddenly exploded, and a golden light burst out of the water.

In the golden light, an old man with a green turtle shell appeared on his back.

The old man of the turtle shell said loudly: "The Dragon Palace Cultural Meeting has begun, and the invited scholars are invited to sit down, and the gate will be closed when it is over." ”

Although the sound is small, it can easily reach the ears of everyone present.

After the old man finished speaking, he immediately disappeared.

"Eh, how do you get into the Dragon Palace?" Fang Ming said in astonishment.

There is not even a door here, has this turtle prime minister forgotten?

"Hey, just jump in." The soldier next to him smiled, and then jumped into the water.

Thump!

After the scholar jumped into the water, a golden light suddenly lit up on his body, and the golden light formed a cover, blocking the water grid from his body.

Crash!

The golden light flashed again, and the scholar disappeared in place.

More than a dozen of them had already disappeared into the water, and some of them had jumped without a golden light and almost drowned, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

"It seems that only those who have an invitation can enter the Dragon Palace." Fang Ming muttered to himself, and then followed the others into the water.

A golden light flashed, and Fang Ming came to a golden crystal palace complex.

He stood on a white jade path, and at the end of the road was a vast crystal palace.

The Crystal Palace is brightly lit, and the night pearls on the walls glow white, illuminating the surroundings.

Fang Ming simply counted, there were at least tens of thousands of Night Pearls, and each Night Pearl was priceless.

If you take one out and sell it outside, it's basically no problem to mix food and clothing.

Fang Ming shook his head, swept this thought out of his mind, and followed the crowd into the Crystal Palace.

As soon as he stepped into the palace, a noisy atmosphere came to his face, and the hall was already full of people.

There was no one on the main seat in the hall, and it seemed that the Dragon Monarch of West Lake had not yet come.

Fang Ming took out the invitation and walked to his seat, the invitation was divided into three types, gold, purple, and blue.

The seats are lined up on the left and right, leaving an open space in the middle.

Jin Jin sat in the front row, the rest sat in the back, and Fang Ming sat in the third row.

After Fang Ming sat down, a woman dressed in tulle and with a beautiful figure presented Fang Ming with a drink, and then stood behind Fang Ming.

Behind every scholar there is such a maid, all of whom are stunning in the world.

No wonder the scholar broke his head and became the son-in-law of the Dragon Palace.

Syllable!

At this time, someone suddenly patted Fang Ming's shoulder.

Fang Ming looked back, and it was actually the two young people who had just been on the shore.

"Your Excellency is Fang Dacai? Fortunately, I will be honored. Lu Li arched his hand, secretly looking at the man in front of him in his heart.

This person is the soul of a modern man who almost became 'Wang Teng' that day.

After Lu Li knocked it away, he thought he was dead, but he didn't expect to be reincarnated in another family.

Judging from the poem just now, there is no doubt that this guy is a modern person.

Now this guy seems to be mixing well, relying on the knowledge of his previous life to get mixed up,

"Your Excellency?" Fang Ming wondered.

"In Xia Luli, next to him is Wang Teng."

The three of them chatted for a while, and Fang Ming found that although this Lu Li made him a little uncomfortable, it was quite to his liking.

Seeing Fang Ming's appearance, Lu Xuan couldn't help but have some bad taste.

If you tell the knowledge of your past life, what would be the expression on this guy's face?

In fact, Lu Li's impression of Fang Ming was good at first glance, at least he didn't have the arrogant stallion mentality of other traversers.

Fang Ming copied poems just to survive, and it could be regarded as spreading the knowledge of the earth's civilization.

Overall, this guy is not bad, not as annoying as others.

If it was the kind of traverser who was bent on plundering, stalling, killing and grabbing treasures, Lu Li estimated that he would be beaten to the ground on the spot.

This kind of person is a cancer in any world, and it is useless to live.

Lu Li and Fang Ming, this type of traveler, at least have a little bit of a role in spreading civilization.

At this time, a middle-aged man with an elegant temperament, a Confucian shirt, and a simple dress came to the main seat of the main hall.

The middle-aged man is the Dragon Monarch of West Lake, he does not have the dragon horns unique to the dragon clan on his head, and at first glance, he seems to be just an ordinary middle-aged Confucian scholar.

With a warm smile on his face, Xihu Longjun slowly glanced around: "All the talents are ready, let's start." ”

As soon as the words fell, a group of graceful dancers walked to the center and danced to the sound of beauty.

The dancing and music of the dancers seem to have a deceptive effect, and most of the scholars show their ugliness, and only a few can sit still.

Seeing this, Lu Li shook his head slightly, this Dragon Monarch has good means, and most of the people have been screened out in this link alone.

Throughout the stage, West Lake Longjun smiled and did not speak.

The second link is poetry and songs, not limited to the subject matter, and the maid behind him is covered with pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Lu Li didn't move his pen, but glanced at Fang Ming, and then almost laughed.

actually wrote this poem, Fang Ming, this guy wants to go against the sky.

"Green Jade Case Dragon Palace"

Thousands of trees bloom at night in the east wind. More blows down, stars like rain. BMW carved cars are full of fragrance. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night.

Moth snow willow golden wisps. The laughter was full of dark incense, and the crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the person was there, and the lights were dim.

(Money is only collected for every 200 words, less than 200, this is not money, so I don't have a water word count.) ）