Another few days passed.

After practicing for a day, night fell.

Kong Qing was about to go out of the room for dinner, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw Zhang Ru standing outside Yuan Yuanxiang's courtyard.

Kong Qing scratched his head, then walked over and sneered, "Miss Zhang Ru, are you waiting for my senior sister again?"

Zhang Ru pursed her lips and smiled, "That's right."

Zhang Ru thought for a while, and then showed a hint of jokingness, "Gongzi Kong, I've seen you cultivate for a while, how can you give up today?"

Zhang Ru's words made Kong Qing a little unsure of how to answer, shrugged his shoulders, and said helplessly, "People are alive after all, if you really keep cultivating, what's the difference between it and wood?"

Hearing Kong Qing's words, Zhang Ru was just about to reply, and Yuan Yuanxiang opened the door.

Chirping......

"What else can you be if you're not wood?"

Of course, this sentence is what Yuan Yuanxiang said.

Hearing Yuan Yuanxiang's words, Kong Qing looked over, and when he saw Yuan Yuanxiang's dress today, the smile on Kong Qing's face was instantly sluggish.

Yuan Yuanxiang was wearing a green bare-shouldered long skirt, with a two-finger tulle belt wrapped around her waist, green silk draped on her back, two strands of broken hair wrapped around her ears, a crystal clear white gem hanging on her forehead, her mouth was stained with red rouge, her beautiful eyes were like silk, and her cheeks were crimson to see that Yuan Yuanxiang was not often dressed like this, and her little hands were a little twisted behind her back.

Yuan Yuanxiang saw Kong Qing staring at her intently, which made Yuan Yuanxiang also very uncomfortable, and she didn't dare to look at Kong Qing with her head down.

Seeing this, Zhang Ru on the side couldn't help but smile, but he didn't speak. Yuan Yuanxiang's evasive gaze finally raised, glanced at Kong Qing, and said cautiously, "Senior brother, what are you doing......"

"Ah...... Hahaha" Kong Qing, who woke up, realized his embarrassment at the moment, and immediately snorted and said with a dry smile, "Senior sister, this is ...... What kind of day are you?"

This is not to blame Kong Qing, Yuan Yuanxiang wears a skirt, Kong Qing is still the first time to see it, in Kong Qing's heart, Yuan Yuanxiang's silhouette has always been the appearance of a martial uniform, I didn't expect to see Yuan Yuanxiang on weekdays, I didn't feel anything, Yuan Yuanxiang changed her clothes and dressed up carefully, it was so moving.

Hearing Kong Qing's words, Yuan Yuanxiang was a little helpless, and immediately walked to Zhang Ru's side, gently grabbed the latter's arm, straightened her chest, and said unhappily, "Say that you are wood, wood, or go and cultivate......"

Yuan Yuanxiang said this, but suddenly stopped, for no other reason, obviously because of Kong Qing's unscrupulous eyes when he looked at Yuan Yuanxiang's chest.

Yuan Yuanxiang's skirt just showed half of her fingers, especially when Yuan Yuanxiang straightened her chest just now, and Yuan Yuanxiang's martial arts clothes wrapped Yuan Yuanxiang's originally full and convex figure tightly.

At a glance at this long skirt, Yuan Yuanxiang's figure is also exquisite, and the development of her breasts has also become full and mature, although Yuan Yuanxiang's dress is relatively conservative, from Kong Qing's oblique perspective, a white and tender ravine that makes people lust for blood is even more looming.

This made Yuan Yuanxiang's pretty face flushed, and because Zhang Ru was beside her, Yuan Yuanxiang needed to maintain a certain degree of reserve, but where would Yuan Yuanxiang expect that this hole was getting bigger and bigger, and pulled the covering on her chest without a trace, and then pulled Zhang Ru and turned away.

"Cultivate yours!"

"Ah......" The corners of Kong Qing's mouth twitched, looking at the back of Yuan Yuanxiang leaving, Kong Qing immediately slapped himself, "Beast!"

Then he looked at the courtyard behind him and quickly followed.

Along the way, since they walked out of Zhang's house, the three of them did not speak, Yuan Yuanxiang's face was full of anger, and her pouting mouth could hang a kettle, Kong Qing also smiled, not knowing how to break the embarrassing atmosphere at the moment.

The most helpless thing is Zhang Ru, who was held by Yuan Yuanxiang's arm along the way, and the pace of Yuan Yuanxiang was the same, and he didn't know what to say, Zhang Ru could also see the relationship between Kong Qing and Yuan Yuanxiang, but he didn't ask Yuan Yuanxiang.

After leaving Zhang's house, Kong Qing followed Yuan Yuanxiang and the two all the way to the outer city of Changming City.

After a while, Kong Qing, who couldn't bear the loneliness, was finally willing to speak, "Miss Zhang Ru, where are we going?"

Zhang Ru was stunned for a moment, smiled lightly, and glanced at Kong Qing, "In the past two days, our literary academy in Changming City has held a book party, and invited the literati of the Sifang Academy, a total of seven days, today is the last day, it is said that even a talented man in the county will come down to fight for books tonight."

"Even the people from the county came, and it was held for seven days? Why didn't I know about this?" Kong Qing was very puzzled, no wonder he could see the notice posted by the Academy of Literature along the way.

Hearing this, Yuan Yuanxiang glared at Kong Qing and said unhurriedly, "What can you know, you don't hear anything outside the window, and you don't know when the sky falls."

This made Kong Qing laugh again and again, anyway, he was used to being ridiculed by Yuan Yuanxiang, Kong Qing didn't care about these two sentences, thought about it, and then asked, "This academy holds a book party, what are we going to do?"

"Cut" Yuan Yuanxiang rolled her eyes again, "A rough person, lonely and unheard, it's good for you to go and see it today, so that you can also see those literati who are well-versed in literature and etiquette" e-book shop

"What about Wen Dali...... this made Kong Qing feel a little funny, but before Kong Qing could continue, he was blocked by Yuan Yuanxiang's white eyes.

Kong Qing shrugged, and didn't take it seriously, for Kong Qing, those literati who studied every day were all waste, and in the source realm, strength was the most worthy of showing off.

When I came to the outer city, I could also see many young and handsome men in robes along the way, these people had kind faces, and they were also polite when they spoke, and the temperature was not high, but they were still holding a folding fan and shaking it on their chests.

Finally, Kong Qing followed Yuan Yuanxiang and the two to the Academy of Literature, as soon as they walked into the Academy of Literature, they could see more literati and scholars, and there was a smell of pen and ink.

You can also see martial artists like Kong Qing inside, these martial artists are basically here to join in the fun, and some martial artists are also interested in books and texts, or also want to learn some literati manners.

Some literati began to discuss what they had learned, or what they had seen when they went out and wandered, and from time to time they could hear a sentence or two of bad poems that had no artistic conception.

On all four walls, you can see some poems written by masters, and the poems that can be hung here for people to enjoy are all collected by the Academy of Literature, most of which are written by some literati who have been deceased for many years, but there are also some contemporary literati.

It is said that the director of the academy was a great talent, and his poems were auctioned, and the price of the auctioned was said to be no less than some natural treasures.

Only then did Kong Qing know that it was no wonder that Yuan Yuanxiang wanted to dress up, it turned out to be because of this book club.

As soon as he stepped into the threshold, Kong Qing sat on the chair in the corner without interest, and the people of the Academy of Literature would also serve a cup of bitter tea, the tea was actually very inferior bitter tea, because of the occasion, Kong Qing took a sip and did not continue to drink, it is said that this is also the cultural tradition of the Academy of Literature, drinking bitter tea and reading bitter books.

You must know that in terms of studying books, sometimes it is not easier than cultivation.

As soon as Kong Qing put down the cup, he saw Yuan Yuanxiang pulling Zhang Ru and several young literati together, and under the words of those young literati, Yuan Yuanxiang and the two daughters showed admiration.

This made Kong Qing even more disgusted.

"What the hell...... Senior sister likes these things?" Kong Qing twitched the corners of his mouth, touched the velvet beard on his chin, and saw that Yuan Yuanxiang and the two daughters were still talking to those young and handsome people, and let out chuckles from time to time, Kong Qing closed his eyes directly, out of sight.

After a long period of cultivation, Kong Qing's body was a little tense, and just when Kong Qing had just fallen asleep, he found that the voice in the hall gradually quieted down.

Kong Qing rubbed his eyes and looked at an old man on the high platform, this old man was just an ordinary person, but this person's popularity in the academy was very high, and his works would even be collected by the literati in the county.

The old man's face was calm, he was sixty or seventy years old, dressed in a white robe, and some ink spots could be seen on the palms of his hands.

Especially the two daughters of Yuan Yuanxiang, they just grabbed a very good position and waited for tonight's book fair.

Kong Qing looked at it with a heavy eye, still crossing Erlang's legs, leaning on the chair, and watching hundreds of people gather together, which really made Kong Qingsheng not interested.

After a while, the old man spoke, "Today is the last day of our book club, and I am fortunate to invite the talented people of the literary academy in the county to compose poems for everyone, so I won't say much......

Speaking of this, the old man also stepped back from the high platform, and looked at the curtain with expectant eyes, just like the people below.

After a while, I saw a few scholars lifting the two bookcases on the high platform, and then placing the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and after finishing, I saw an elegant handsome man walking out slowly from behind the curtain panel.

Junjie's facial features are upright, his eyes are bright, he still has a gentle smile on his mouth, his jet-black hair is draped behind him, his white robe is neat and new, he is behind his back with one hand, and he is holding a nine-needle folding fan in one hand, and the folding fan is gently shaken.

When Junjie came out, the women in the audience were not calm, just like committing peach blossoms, even Yuan Yuanxiang and the two daughters.

"It's so handsome......" Yuan Yuanxiang excitedly pulled Zhang Ru's sleeve.

The latter also nodded, his eyes were completely on Junjie, after Junjie walked on stage, the eyes of Yuan Yuanxiang and the two girls did not change at all, and they were completely attracted by Junjie's aura.

"It's really handsome......" Zhang Ru couldn't help but say.

Separated by a distance of more than ten meters, how could Kong Qing not hear the words of Yuan Yuanxiang and the two daughters, Kong Qing was also very helpless, no matter how he looked at the Junjie on the stage, Kong Qing didn't see where this Junjie was better than himself, he also carried a head on two shoulders, and his eyes and nose were not bad, as for being handsome?

"It's actually a nymphomaniac...... Kong Qing pouted, and he was very unimpressed with Junjie on stage.

"Under Liu Wenmo, the first genius of Xingyang County Academy!"

It turns out that Junjie's name is Liu Wenmo, and they all say that he is as his name suggests, and he is indeed a literati, but if he can become the first genius of the county academy, he must still have some ability.

"Liu Gongzi, really handsome......"

"Yes, it's really temperamental......"

Some beautiful women began to look up to them.