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At the door of the Qinghe Cultural Society, almost everyone's eyes were focused on Shen Feixue, who was wearing a pink fluffy armor, or more precisely, behind Shen Feixue.

At this moment, behind Shen Feixue, there were seven or eight guards wearing armor standing in unison, and each guard was carrying a huge iron box on his shoulder.

Standing not far away, Lin Yi, who was wearing a leopard print mask and a white robe, suddenly sweated.

What did this super loser get here? Luckily...... This kind of body lì live, she didn't call me.

"Hey, Mu Shuangyi, come here!"

Shen Feixue saw Lin Yi at a glance, after all, Lin Yi's leopard print mask was too eye-catching.

"Second Miss is in trouble?" Lin Yi instinctively wanted to run over, but after thinking about it, it didn't seem right...... This son is now a wooden double one, why do you tell me to go over and I will go?

Therefore, Lin Yi also stood in place in a chic manner, not moving.

"Hahaha...... Don't you dare to come over, do you? Sue you Mu Shuangyi, Miss Ben is going to take down the 'head' today, you'd better stay away from Miss Ben!"

After Shen Feixue finished speaking, she didn't even look at Lin Yi, and walked directly towards the infield of the Wenhui.

Isn't this a literary meeting...... Do you want to fight in the ring?

Lin Yi was puzzled for a while, could it be that the literature in this world was different from what he thought?

However, I heard that Shen Feixue actually threatened to win the "first ring".

Lin Yi felt that this joke seemed to be a little cold......

"Wow! look, the seventh son of Da Chu!"

Just as Lin Yi smiled disdainfully, a high-pitched scream sounded directly behind him, almost shocking Lin Yi's ears.

Originally, Lin Yi thought that his appearance must cause some commotion, and when he came, he had been thinking about how to pretend to be low-key, but unfortunately, after standing at the door for a full quarter of an hour, he found that he had ......

It seems that no one thinks much of him.

What kind of play is the seventh son of Da Chu......

Lin Yi followed the voice and looked over, and finally saw the so-called Seven Sons of Great Chu.

Well, it's supposed to be the third son......

A young man walking in the middle, with a white face and extremely thin eyebrows, was wearing a white brocade robe embroidered with pictures of mountains and rivers, and was playing with a round ancient jade in his hand.

To the left of the young man in the middle is a young man with a scar on his forehead, some dark skin, and a black brocade robe.

As for the young man on the right, he was a little chubby, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and he held a book in his hand, reading as he walked......

Lin Yi was a little disdainful, what are you pretending to be? Participate in a literary meeting and take a book...... I'm not afraid of falling to death!

With a burst of screams, the third son also walked over slowly.

Passing by Lin Yi's side.

The young man in the black brocade robe also noticed Lin Yi.

"You're Mu Shuangyi?"

"Good to say!" Lin Yi responded.

"This mask is really ugly, but it matches you quite well!" The young man in black brocade smiled and ignored Lin Yi no more.

"Yes, the scar on your forehead is also natural, it really looks natural on your forehead!" Lin Yi replied directly.

"What did you say?" When the young man in black brocade heard this, he was immediately angry, and he stopped directly.

"Why should Brother Fang be as knowledgeable as this clown, and pay attention to his identity!" At this time, the young man in the middle also spoke, and his eyes turned to Lin Yi: "Mu Gongzi, this son advises you, this is the Qinghe Literary Society, not a beginner......! There is one thing I forgot to mention, this son is also surnamed Mu!"

After the young man finished speaking, he also walked directly towards the infield.

"Hmph!" the young man in black brocade snorted at Lin Yi, and quickly followed.

And the chubby young man was immersed in reading from beginning to end, as if the whole world had nothing to do with him, and he didn't even stop.

Also surnamed Mu?

Lin Yi didn't quite understand, it seems that everyone has been more interested in the surname Mu he made up recently, is there any problem with the surname Mu?

Or...... I'll change it again, the surname is Sen?

Lin Yi didn't think about this anymore, because he saw an acquaintance again, it was Bai Pinyuan who was wearing a set of white brocade clothes.

Unlike the scene of the last divine exam, Bai Pinyuan's appearance today also did not attract people's attention, and Bai Pinyuan didn't seem to care, and greeted the sons around him with a smile as he walked.

It seems that at the Qinghe Literary Conference, the only thing that can attract everyone's attention is the so-called third son......

Lin Yi was about to walk towards the infield when he heard another scream.

"Wow, look, it's Mingjin!"

As soon as Lin Yi turned around, he saw Ming Jinhou, who was wearing a set of purple and gold brocade clothes with extremely thick eyebrows, shaking a white jade folding fan in his hand, and slowly walked over surrounded by a group of people.

This guy also has such a high level of popularity?

Lin Yi was a little strange, last time at the celebration of the Shen Mansion, this guy didn't even seem to be able to compare to Shen Feixue, and he also played a clever way to be invincible......

Without looking any further, Lin Yi walked directly into the infield.

As soon as he entered the infield, Lin Yi felt that the scene in front of him suddenly had undergone earth-shaking changes.

This feeling......

No! It's an illusion!

Since entering the ancient ruins, Lin Yi has known that this world seems to be able to create a completely real illusion, but this illusion is fundamentally different from the illusion in understanding.

Although it does not belong to the real world, the illusion of this world can kill!

It's just a literary meeting, isn't it just a chat, drink, and then talk about literature?

Lin Yishi couldn't understand it, what was the purpose of spending such a big deal and setting up a fantasy?

As soon as he looked up, Lin Yi was also slightly surprised by the scene in front of him.

Qinghe Cultural Society......

This arrangement is really different from what I imagined, it is really a little special!

In the infield of the entire cultural meeting, a huge golden arc stand lies horizontally in the innermost part like a bend of stars and moons.

In front of the curved grandstand are five huge square platforms, each covered with bright red blankets, and five huge flags of different colors planted in the corner of each platform.

They are: red, yellow, blue, green, purple.

Facing the river breeze on the banks of the Green River, the five flags made a soft sound.

In addition, there are also rows of densely packed tables carved from mahogany under the five high platforms, all of which are filled with a variety of fruits.

Sons in brocade clothes sat in groups of three or five on the wooden chairs on the platform, talking and laughing with each other.

reminds me of Shen Feixue's previous sentence.

"Miss Ben is the one who wants to win the 'head' today, you'd better stay away from Miss Ben!"

Ringing ......

Well, these five platforms are not ...... Ring, right?

Qinghe Cultural Society......

Is Nima a literary meeting or a martial arts meeting!