Shen Lang lived on the island every day, except for leaving for dinner at noon and night, it was as if he had been staying on the island of the Misty Battle Array.

However, outside, he, Ning Yan, Yang Youqing and others had already boarded the flying boat to Cloud Lake.

It is a long way from Dongyun Country to Nanyue Kingdom, but fortunately, there are many people who participated in this Yunhu Cultural Meeting, and Dongyun Country also drove a few talented flying boats. There are no identity restrictions, as long as it is not a wanted criminal, even ordinary civilians can board. Of course, whether the average civilian can afford this fare is not something that the government considers.

Shen Lang was also diligent a few days ago, and he also wrote the Romance of the Three Kingdoms several times, so he could deal with the time he left for the time being. Wan Hailiang was still left in the imperial city to engage in intelligence, mainly for the content of the newspaper.

After all, among the people around him, he is the only one who talks to Shen Lang, and he knows Shen Lang's various preferences the most. Steward Ma is still sitting in the other courtyard and dealing with all parties.

In the misty world, Shen Lang was still sitting in front of the stall, but his calmness at the beginning had become a little anxious.

It's been five days, and the flying boat is almost in Nanyue Country, but it still hasn't waited for the employer to come to the door.

Is it because these two lines of his poems are not amazing enough, or is it that the six kingdoms of the human race are really gentlemen and disdain to hire people to participate?

As he was thinking about it, he suddenly saw a figure walk to the front of the stall.

Shen Lang suddenly perked up, raised his head and showed a bright smile: "This guest officer ......"

Speaking of this, I was stunned, standing in front of the booth, it turned out to be a warrior!

Zhan Wushuang's face was as arrogant as ever, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, thinking that it was Shen Lang's flattering expression just now that made her feel particularly comfortable.

"Shopkeeper, how's the business?" Zhan Wushuang put his hands behind his back, pacing back and forth and looking at the words on the stall, "These words are really well written, they are the legendary new body, right?" There is a diligent path in the book mountain, and there is no end to the hard work of learning the sea, which is really deafening and inspirational! I didn't expect the shopkeeper to have this knowledge, tsk tsk......"

Shen Lang glanced at her angrily and said, "War fairy, this is a small business, don't make fun of it." ”

"Where is the joke shopkeeper, I'm here to introduce you to business." The corners of Zhan Wushuang's mouth turned up slightly.

As soon as he heard this, Shen Lang suddenly came to his senses, and said with a smile: "War fairy, sit, please sit!" Look at me, it's true, the war fairy didn't even look at the seat when he came, it's really rude! ”

Zhan Wushuang looked at the Wenbao Xuan paper that was pounced on the ground by Shen Lang, and couldn't help but pout. The heart said that this guy really has a lot of good things, but look at this rice paper...... Why is it familiar, it seems to be redeemed from the treasure trove of points...... Snow Bamboo Xuan!

As soon as he thought of the points, Zhan Wushuang's face suddenly changed, and he felt that his teeth were itching for a while, and his eyes flashed with coldness.

Shen Lang observed the words, and saw that Zhan Wushuang's face suddenly changed, and his heart beat a drum, how did this offend her.

After a long time, Zhan Wushuang regained his composure, and said lightly: "I'm really here to introduce you to business, but let's say it first, I will account for 30% of the final income." ”

Shen Lang raised his eyebrows lightly: "Yicheng." ”

"Farewell!"

"The fairy stays, thirty percent, three percent!"

Not long after Zhan Wushuang left, he came with an old man in a brocade robe.

"Is the gentleman polite?" The old man in the brocade robe bowed respectfully towards Shen Lang.

The aura on the old man in the brocade robe is not obvious, but the people who can come here are all in the seven-grade realm, but unlike martial artists and Confucianism, Shen Lang condensed slightly, and felt the faint death aura on the other party's body, it seems that it should be a master behind a certain family.

Ghost cultivators rarely stand on the table, and the ghost cultivators behind the royal family mostly deal with some things that are difficult to solve on the surface.

"The old gentleman is polite." Shen Lang also got up and smiled back.

The old man in the brocade robe looked at Shen Lang carefully, although he couldn't see the other party's appearance clearly, he could feel that the other party was very young.

He glanced at Zhan Wushuang, Zhan Wushuang smiled slightly, and said: "This is the great talent I said, but I am not convenient to disclose the name, you can discuss the specific details, I am only responsible for connecting the two friends." ”

The old man in the brocade robe nodded slightly, and then smiled at Shen Lang: "If Mr. can be recommended by the war fairy, it must be a bachelor, but the old slave is entrusted by the master, but he does not dare to act rashly, I am afraid that he will have to ask a few questions, and please forgive me." ”

Shen Lang bowed his head and said: "This is how it should be, if it is really arbitrary, I will agree, I am a little worried." ”

Seeing that Shen Lang was reasonable, the old man in the brocade robe suddenly looked happy.

He took out a few pieces of rice paper from his arms, and Shen Lang looked at them...... Xue Zhu Xuan.

Only Wenbao can be brought into the mist battle array, and ordinary paper will not work.

But this snow bamboo Xuan......

Shen Lang couldn't help but glance at Zhan Wushuang.

Zhan Wushuang raised his eyebrows, with a bit of warning in it.

Look at what I've done, I haven't made you pay 3,000 points yet!

Isn't this subconscious, the war fairy is not strange, not strange.

When the two made eye contact, the old man in the brocade robe had already put a piece of rice paper on the ground.

This is the upper part of a couplet, but Shen Lang looked at it, but his face was strange.

The fog obscured Shen Lang's face, but vaguely he seemed to be able to see that the other party's expression was a little weird.

The old man in the brocade robe said, "Sir, is there a problem?" ”

Shen Lang smiled: "No problem, I just think this Shanglian is really good." ”

I saw that the couplet read: The shadow of the tree reflects the fish in the pond and the bird enters the water.

This is the first level of Shen Lang's breakthrough in Tao'an. At that time, the old gentleman said that this Shanglian was made by his master and used to assess his disciples.

Shen Lang groaned slightly, and then put down his pen: The flower light reflects the bee on the wall and looks for the petal butterfly to explore the fragrance.

The old man in the brocade robe stared at it for a moment and exclaimed, "That's right! ”

Shen Lang nodded slightly and said, "Old gentleman, please continue." ”

The old man in the brocade robe looked at Shen Lang with admiration in his eyes, and then laid down another piece of rice paper.

Well...... Or Xue Zhuxuan.

Shen Lang didn't dare to raise his head this time, but he felt that Zhan Wushuang's bright eyes were staring at him hatefully.

This time it turned out to be a landscape painting, and under the moonlight, an empty valley could be seen faintly in the far distance, and there was a thatched house, in which the lights were lit, and the whole scenery was quiet and distant.

"I also asked Childe to compose a poem." The old man in the brocade robe said and smiled, "Actually, one sentence is fine." ”

Shen Lang nodded, groaned slightly, and said, "I don't see people in the empty mountain, but I hear people's voices." ”

As soon as this sentence came out, even Zhan Wushuang also showed surprise.

"Wonderful!" The eyes of the old man in the brocade robe lit up, "This sentence will increase the artistic conception of the whole painting several times!" ”

Shen Lang still nodded lightly and said, "Old man, is there still one?" ”

The old man in the brocade robe groaned slightly, and then took the remaining piece of rice paper in his hand back into his arms.

"Childe is talented, and there is no need to try the last question, otherwise it will be disrespectful to the old slave. The old slave went back to tell the master, whether it was successful or not, he would come and reply to the son as soon as possible. ”

The old man in the brocade robe left in a hurry after holding his fists and saluting, and it was his own master who asked the question, no matter what he thought, he still needed the master to read it before he could reply.

Zhan Wushuang didn't leave, just chatting with Shen Lang here.

When Shen Lang asked about the secret realm, Zhan Wushuang's face was suddenly full of solemnity.

"Something's wrong?" Shen Lang asked curiously.

Zhan Wushuang nodded slightly, and said: "You should know that the mist battle array is divided by scores, even if you are in the same battle formation, but below 8,000 points, you will never meet an opponent with more than 8,000 points." ”

Shen Lang nodded slightly, he had already heard of this.

"The last time we went to that secret realm, most of them were around 7,000 points, which is considered a master among the low-level scores. After everyone reported the matter to the various sects, the sects also attached great importance to it and organized a team of ten people, each with a score of about 15,000 points in the seven-grade realm. ”

Hearing this, Shen Lang's eyelids jumped slightly: "What is the result?" ”

"None of them came out, silently." When Zhan Wushuang said this, he solemnly hugged his fist and saluted Shen Lang, "If it wasn't for Brother Shen last time, I'm afraid that we would all fold it inside, Zhan Wushuang thank Brother Shen for saving his life!" ”

Shen Lang waved his hand and said abruptly: "Say this, you will see the outside, as long as you forget about the 3,000 points." ”

Zhan Wushuang pursed his lips: "One yard to one yard." ”

After waiting for nearly two hours, the old man in the brocade robe came over again.

His face was full of joy, and he knew at a glance that it was done.

Shen Lang said with a smile: "It seems that your lord is quite satisfied with the poems below. ”

"It's not just satisfaction!" The old man in the brocade robe smiled and said, "Childe's talent is really admirable. ”

Shen Lang smiled and hugged his fists and said, "Don't dare." ”

Then the two sat down on the floor again and began to discuss the allocation of places.

According to the past practice, the total number of places to enter the book mountain is 3,000.

The first place of the Yunhu Cultural Association has 300 places, the second place is 250, the third place is 150, the fourth and fifth places are 50 each, and the next six to ten places are 10 places each. The remaining places will be reduced in order until 3,000 places have been allocated.

"So Childe, what we hope is that you will at least finish in the top ten, otherwise it doesn't make much difference whether Childe participates or not." The old man in the brocade robe said.

Shen Lang frowned, and said after a moment's silence: "Meaning, you want five places?" ”

The brocade-robed old man shook his head and said, "Nine." ”

Shen Lang's eyes widened suddenly: "Nine?!" There are only ten places for six to ten, so could it be that I only need one? ”

The old man in the brocade robe smiled bitterly: "Son, forgive me, you also know what the noble person behind me represents, and he needs to be under great pressure to come up with a qualification." ”

Shen Lang shook his head: "This is categorically impossible, if it is just a quota, why should I cooperate with the noble person behind you, old man." ”

The old man in the brocade robe pondered for a long time, gritted his teeth and said: "Then we want eight, this is the bottom line given to me by the master, and there must be no less." ”

Shen Lang shook his head and said: "Seven at most, but I can guarantee that if I don't enter the top ten, I won't have any qualifications to enter the mountain!" ”

The old man in the brocade robe pondered for a long time, and then he hugged his fists and said solemnly: "Then there is Lao Gongzi!" ”

The two didn't talk nonsense, and immediately drew up a contract in front of Zhan Wushuang. Neither side was named, but replaced by handprints and oaths. After that, the old man took a token engraved with the word "Yunhu" and gave it to Shen Lang, which was a token for participating in the cultural meeting, and he couldn't even enter the venue without this thing.

Seeing the completion of the contract drawn up by the two parties, Zhan Wushuang smiled and said, "Then my task is completed." ”

The old man in the brocade robe saw that Zhan Wushuang was standing still and did not move, so he hugged his fists and said: "That battle fairy, this gentleman, the old slave will go first." ”

Seeing off the old man, Zhan Wushuang looked at Shen Lang with a strange expression.

"Ahem, congratulations to the war fairy for making another big profit!" Shen Lang hugged his fists.

Shen Langcai learned how, then there was no need to doubt anything.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhan Wushuang was also admiring the moon in Kun Yuanzong, and the Tianyan poems on the jade plate could also be seen clearly.

I had already thought about it before I came, and I must not reveal Shen Lang's identity, otherwise if this matter is exposed, I am afraid that it will cause an uproar.

However, Zhan Wushuang was still a little curious: "How much do you think I can make in the end?" ”

Shen Lang pursed his lips and gestured a finger.

Zhan Wushuang exclaimed: "Ten places? ”

Shen Lang smiled faintly and said, "It's hard to say anything else, but in terms of poetry, I, Shen Lang, never live under others!" Yunhu Poetry Club, I will take the first. ”

"You just blow it, even if the saint comes, he won't dare to say such big things." Zhan Wushuang pouted.

This is not nonsense, after all, in addition to the talent to learn, there are many things related to poetry. And what the Yunhu Poetry Club is assessing, no one knows now.

As the threshold of the Book Mountain, the Yunhu Poetry Club is not the subject of anyone, among them, there is a heavenly Wenhua, and the exam questions have always been decided by heaven.

Even, before the opening of Cloud Lake, people outside didn't know what the topic was.

The only thing that can be known is that Yunhu is a secret realm of Confucianism and Taoism, in which only Confucianism and Taoism topics will appear.

Shen Lang said with a smile: "Do you want to bet on one?" ”

Zhan Wushuang's heart moved slightly, and he said, "What are you betting on?" ”

Shen Lang said: "If I get the first, the battle fairy will give me ten qi and blood fruits." ”

Zhan Wushuang's heart was pounding, if Shen Lang could really get the first place, ten Qi and Blood Fruits were really nothing. After all, the price of a place to enter the mountain is already worth a qi and blood fruit.

"What if you can't get it?"

"Then I'll give you ten Qi and Blood Fruits."

Zhan Wushuang shook his head and said, "The bet contract was made by you, I don't want to be angry." If you lose, write a poem for me. ”

Shen Lang's eyes moved slightly, and he pondered for a moment before nodding and saying, "Okay." ”