"Patriarch, don't sell Guanzi, what does this petal mean?" The demons waited for a long time before the mystery of the patriarch of the flower demon clan was revealed, and some of the impatient demons took the lead in asking.

A ray of light floated in the eyes of the patriarch of the flower demon clan, his lips opened slightly, and his charming voice slowly flowed out: "This flower is just a petal that I picked casually, and this level is nothing more than a poem with the theme of 'flower'." ”

After the demons heard the request of the patriarch of the flower demon clan, they breathed a sigh of relief, in the past, they used to write a poem with a certain kind of flower, but today's topic is simpler, as long as it is a flower.

The demons smiled happily, and immediately flipped their fingers to pick up a pen from the void, and they took the pen and flew in the air at will, and one word after another appeared in the air, and they formed a poem, which fell on the rice paper that had been prepared in the morning.

The patriarch of the flower demon clan stood in the lotus heart, his slender fingertips brushed his face, eyebrows, eyelashes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually spread, watching more and more poems offered, the happier his mood became.

"Beauty, why don't you mention the pen, if you can't, then I'll help me, after all, chasing girls still needs a little bit of literary talent, my literary and ink kung fu is not bad!" Xingyu saw that everyone was busy writing poems as if watching a play, and turned back inadvertently, but saw Lan Yao standing there without moving, he thought that Lan Yao was troubled by the title of this poem, and hurriedly dedicated himself.

And Yan Sheng on the side seemed to have a lot of confidence in Lan Yao, he glanced at her lightly, and was about to step forward to help his father find good poems, but Lan Yao's little hand grabbed the robe.

"What's wrong?" He raised his eyebrows and asked softly, his tone respectful and polite.

"Can Young Master Yan help me?" Lan Yao's elegant eyes fell on Yan Sheng, and her tone was gentle.

"This ······" Yan Sheng thought that Lan Yao wanted to rely on him to persuade his father, he frowned slightly, and was about to explain that this matter would not work, but he was shocked by Lan Yao's next behavior.

I saw Lan Yao take out a piece of rice paper from his arms and put it in the palm of his hand, and the words on the rice paper Lan Yao never thought of concealing it, and it was unfolded.

Yan Sheng's calm eyes glanced lightly, the pupils dilated slightly, he raised his eyes and looked at Lan Yao, she stood there with great confidence, as if she didn't feel anything wrong.

"Fairy, do you want me to hand over this rice paper?" Yan Sheng asked uncertainly.

"Thank you, Young Master Yan." Lan Yao bowed solemnly to Yansheng, her voice was calm, and the faint snowflakes in her eyes were flying.

"Fairy, are you sure?" Yan Sheng folded the rice paper very seriously, shook it in front of Lan Yao, and asked again and again.

After Xingyu volunteered to be ignored by Lan Yao, he moved his gaze to the rice paper again, all of which were lined up, one after another filled with black fonts, spinning back and forth in the air, dizzying.

When he came back to his senses, he saw Yan Sheng hesitating with a piece of rice paper, waiting for Lan Yao's confirmation again, and he hurriedly accosted: "Young Master Yan, what did the beauty write that you didn't dare to hand it over easily?" ”

"Nothing." Yan Sheng was very gentlemanly and covered up for Lan Yao, he saw Lan Yao's head, and finally he sighed, put the rice paper into his arms, and his body flew lightly Hundreds of rice papers fell beside the patriarch of the flower demon clan.

"Son, you're here." As he spoke, the patriarch of the Flower Demon clan stretched out his hand, only to see a piece of rice paper pulled out of it and flew to his palm, he slowly spread out the rice paper, and nodded with satisfaction as he looked at the words inside.

In the previous poetry conference, there was only one question, so the poems he collected were not rich enough, and now there are three levels, and after three poetry conferences, his inventory will be more, and when the time comes, he will be able to hold the beauty back when he goes to the Yanyu Beauty Pavilion!

"Father." Yan Sheng put away the folding fan and bowed to the patriarch of the flower demon clan.

"Hurry up and help me pick a poem~" The patriarch of the flower demon clan glanced at Yansheng with contemptuous eyes, and hurriedly beckoned him to hurry up and choose, but saw that Yansheng's cheeks, which were quiet and elegant on weekdays, were slightly red, and he wanted to speak several times and stopped.

"What's wrong?" The patriarch of the Flower Demon Clan, Dai raised his eyebrows slightly, and his tone was a little concerned.

As the patriarch of the Flower Demon Clan, although he was born unruly and amorous, he has always only had the only child Yansheng, so he has never been treated as cold as his mother.

"This ······ This is what a girl who came to the poetry conference asked me to give to you. Yan Sheng hesitantly took out the rice paper from his arms, and his slender five fingers slowly unfolded the rice paper.

The patriarch of the flower demon clan just glanced at it casually, and after seeing the words on it clearly, he blinked his eyes and looked again, and found that the words on it had not changed at all, stretched out his snow-white fingertips, and pinched the corner of the rice paper.

He felt the familiar spell fluctuations on the rice paper, which seemed to be the same as the breath of the person watching his, and a smile crossed the corner of his mouth: "It's kind of interesting." ”

The rice paper burned into ashes in his palm little by little, and finally his gaze passed through the layers of people and finally fell on Lan Yao's body, he spread out his palm, lowered his head and blew gently, the ashes dissipated in his palm, flying.

Yan Sheng watched helplessly as his father behaved like this, his father had always been used to doing whatever he wanted, and he was able to sit firmly in the position of the patriarch, probably because his demonic power was the most powerful one in the entire clan.

Lan Yao seemed to expect the man's reaction, and she was not in a hurry, even when she saw that the rice paper she wrote was burned, she didn't care at all.

"Beauty, what is written on the rice paper?" Xingyu saw the interaction between these people, and his curiosity became even heavier.

"Don't worry, I still have it." Lan Yao took out a few more pieces of paper from his arms without changing his face, and before Xingyu could see what was written on the paper, Lan Yao had already put the rice paper back.

Dare to love this beauty is in the poetry wholesale business? I was able to prepare so many poems at once!

"Yes, everybody. I have just selected the following two hundred poems from among the many poems, and I have asked the owners of these poems to come with me. The patriarch of the flower demon clan probed his spiritual power into the two hundred poems, only to see that a demon standing in the middle of the demons suddenly appeared on his waist with a sachet, and then another demon ten steps away from him also received the same sachet.

More and more demons have sachets on their bodies, but despite this, most of them have nothing empty around their waists.

The demons who got the sachet understood the meaning, and it seems that the only one who had the sachet was the author of the chosen psalm.

In the end there were exactly two hundred, no more, no less.

With smiles on their faces, they raised their steps and slowly followed the figure of the patriarch of the Flower Demon Clan.

"Beauty, you can't get in if you don't have it." Xingyu lowered her eyes and searched for Lan Yao's waist, except for her magic weapon, there were no sachets at all, did that mean that they had no chance with the "Water of Sacred Fate"?

A few seconds after Xingyu's words fell, she saw a pink sachet suddenly appear on Lan Yao's waist, the taste of the sachet was like the plum in her hand, the fragrance was elegant, and it was extremely comfortable.

"This ······" Xingyu's eyes widened in disbelief, the performance of the patriarch of the Flower Demon Clan just now was clearly dissatisfied with what Lan Yao handed over, why did he let Lan Yao pass the first level?

"Let's go." Lan Yao seemed to have expected this to be the case early in the morning, and she confidently followed behind those demons and headed to the second level.

And those who did not get the sachet had no intention of continuing, and they discarded the flowers in their hands one after another, and walked out of the gate of the main house one after another.

Lan Yao and Xingyu followed the demon group through the rockery, and finally arrived at the waterfall that Lan Yao had seen at the beginning, the patriarch of the flower demon clan was the first to lift his robe, like a butterfly and flew into the pavilion in the middle of the lake, the veil around him slowly lowered, and he could no longer see his face clearly.

"This is the second level, which will test your understanding." The voice of the patriarch of the Flower Demon clan slowly came out of the veil, the veil flickered slightly, and his figure loomed.

"Ask the patriarch for the question." One of the demons said.

After all, the people of the demon clan are straightforward by nature, and they never want to beat around the bush.

"Look at this waterfall, this pavilion, this person, what kind of poems can you write if you have any feelings, half a pillar of incense time, look forward to your performance~" The voice of the patriarch of the flower demon clan revealed carelessness, and after he finished speaking, he stopped talking.

The silence in the air was as clear as a pine needle landing on the ground.

These two hundred demons, you look at me, I look at you, and then fall into deep thought.

Yan Sheng didn't know when he walked to Lan Yao's side again, his eyes were like paint, his lips were red and his teeth were white, "I didn't expect my father to let you be selected with the fairy, I thought it was ······"

"Thank you, Young Master Yan, for helping me present that piece of rice paper, if you hadn't submitted it personally, I'm sure the patriarch wouldn't have let me in." Lan Yao's tone was indifferent, her white robe was flying like a butterfly, her long crimson hair was fluttering, and the petals at the corners of her eyes were even more exquisite.

Indeed, if it weren't for Yan Sheng to help her submit it, the patriarch of the Flower Demon Clan might not even have looked at it.

"You're welcome." Yan Sheng smiled at the corner of his mouth, his attitude towards Lan Yao was inexplicably kind, his eyes fell on this elegant scene, the wind blew his long hair, and suddenly he said lightly, "Fairy, have you thought of the poem you want to compose?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Xingyu secretly said that it was over.

Under his anxious gaze, Lan Yao very calmly put her hand into her arms, as if playing back in slow motion, the rice paper she hid in her arms was pulled out little by little, and finally another piece of paper that was exactly the same as the original rice paper was stuffed into Yan Sheng's hand.

Yan Sheng's eyes shook, his eyes widened, his lips trembled, and his hand almost didn't grasp steadily, letting the rice paper run away.

"Thank you, Young Master Yan." Lan Yao didn't wait for Yan Sheng to ask, so he took the first step to thank him.