If there was no such letter, Luo Defeng, the head of Qijiao, would suddenly leave the sect and go down the mountain, which should be something that needs to be vigilant.

Because Qijiao's strength in Bowang City was wiped out overnight, and even the basic information of who the enemy was and how much strength he had was was had no way to know for a while.

What's more, the mountain gate is the foundation of the entire Qijiao, even if Cui Yu takes the initiative, it will take years to weaken it, and Shang Huaitong is just the fruit of it, if he is killed, it will be a big loss for Qijiao, but it is already the lesser of two evils.

In this case, Luo Defeng suddenly entered the city abnormally, and Tianshan Cuiyu had to consider whether it was the Soul Snatcher Bead, and there was something that had to be dealt with by this grandmaster.

And now, when the letter arrived, that suspicion was dispelled. It turns out that Shang Huaitong's life and death are really important enough - not only for Zhang Junxue and Pei Li, but also for the overall survival of Qijiao.

The short note was very short and the tone was very modest, and after the state government published it, it was quickly copied by all parties, and many pairs of eyes had already read it in a day.

Yes, it is said:

Bo Wangguiya,

I would like to say hello to the wind and rain.

The fortunate inheritor of our hospital has been appointed to enlighten the Dao, and it has been 20 years since the establishment of the hospital. Every time I look at my Taoism, I am the posture of a crane, but the appearance of a cocoon is to consciously resent, sigh at night, and be ashamed of the country.

However, under the dark pool, the dragon lurks and the phoenix dives. In a hundred cities and thousands of towns, there is no one who is good at swords; The well reflects the ghost, and it is a beautiful jade. Only care about the poor eyes and the extreme ears of the flesh, and not see Zhiwenlan, it is a promise made with two wishes.

Shang Jun word Huaitong, temperament and temperament, excellent art, early Rongmao, show in the sword forest, and then to the city, diligently seek progress, but the slightest difference, so that the king hates to return to the hometown, our hospital regrets the loss of good materials.

Although it is not beautiful, it also makes me uncover the leaves. Bowang Junzhou, Shaolong Toujiao, high salary, Luhe River is clear and stable, it is the outstanding people, Zhisheng jade is long, and he will be willing to be taught, and he must not hide the beauty.

Another to Shang Jun: Now that Qiu Kui is in front, the good wish is given, and the appointment on the day should be visible.

The Thirty-Three Sword Emperors of the Tang Dynasty Dao Qihui Shaolong Mansion Sword Cultivation Academy,

Sincerely.

Accompanying the note was an official letter of the government office, which was much more serious in wording, and also changed the familiar tone of the order of the state government clerks.

Combining the note with this document, the state government informed the whole state of the complete picture of the matter.

That is, the trip to Shaolong Mansion in the spring fashion made the Sword Repair Academy in Fucheng pay attention to this young man, and by the way, he also raised his interest in the remote state of Bowang.

Now it happened that a prison was about to pass by Bowang, and the Sword Cultivation Academy simply handed over a Daoist student quota to this prison, which was equivalent to a simple Daoist selection in Bowang.

Anyway, at least Shang Huaitong was only a little short last time, and this time he will almost definitely be able to meet the standard, and he will never run in vain.

The prison will arrive on September 2 and return on about the 10th, September 2, when the Luzhou Poetry Society is held; And on the 10th, it was just in time for the tail of Wubi.

It happens to be one person, so it is almost impossible to explain where this quota comes from.

A place in the Sword Cultivation Academy!

For a while, Bowang was in turmoil, which was ten times more precious than the qualifications of Shenjing Wuju, and it was precisely because of the internal mention in the letter that Qijiao, who was still in the middle of the day, became famous again.

And Cui Yu's question has also been answered - no wonder Luo Defeng would rather leave the mountain gate and come to stay with this baby Zhenchuan.

The tall grass and roots are inexhaustible, the old tree flies new shoots before death, the big tree of Qijiao, the roots are about to rot anyway, but this fruit exudes a dazzling brilliance, which is wrapped in a better new species.

——

September 2nd.

Nagado Martial Arts Hall.

In the morning, the blue sky is like a wash, the trees are green and the tiles are black, and the morning light shines into the house through the window lattice.

Pei Ye sat on the side and watched with his elbows on his elbows, and the girl was grooming in front of the mirror.

"Just click on it." Li Yiqing opened her eyes, traced along the eyelids to the corners of her eyes, and then gently hooked, a fine line was completed, and when her eyelids were lowered, the line disappeared, and the girl's eyebrows had a faint touch of greenness.

Pei Ye frowned tightly.

There was also a mirror in front of him, and inside it was his poisoned eye socket.

The girl finished her own and turned her head to look at him and couldn't help but laugh.

Pei Ye sighed: "I don't want to learn." ”

"Eh~ don't." The girl still couldn't hold back her smile, and tried to say gently, "Your control is very precise, but you haven't figured out what is important and what is light. ”

Of course, the teenagers are all four years old, and how can the control of a thin pen be inaccurate. It's just that he feels that this thing is a bit like painting, and it really needs a little talent.

"You're just getting started, so it's good to take out your patience in sword practice." The girl said, "Practice makes perfect, if you can paint this makeup well, I can teach you how to disguise your eyes as if they were like them." ”

She knocked on the table, and on the paper was a pattern of eyes, similar in size to Pei Li, but with obvious differences.

"I don't have much patience when I practice swords." Pei Ye sighed, or took the pen to the mirror again.

Li Yiqing stood on the side and instructed carefully, and it took seven or eight times for Pei Ye to barely draw this thin line that was implicit but not exposed.

"Very well, no!" The girl encouraged, "Let's try drawing the other one yourself." ”

Pei Ye quickly raised the pen this time, and with a stroke of the pen, he copied the appearance drawn on his left eye, which was exactly the same.

Even the flaws and skews are perfectly contrasted, and the superb control is simply revealed.

“.” Li Yiqing is a little discouraged, if this craft only depicts makeup, it is naturally fine, but the disguise is to design camouflage on the spot according to different situations, this rigid method is obviously not good, "I see that you have a lot of aura when you practice swords." ”

"There is no time in life, do not force it." Pei Ye sighed lightly, "I think I act brightly, and I shouldn't be able to use the skill of disguise." ”

"Then what did you do before?" The maiden rejected his request.

"That's the person who gave me a disguise is not bright, he can't beat others, he can only design a sneak attack."

"Then you can fight, why do you still make people look good."

"No, I can't beat it even if I change my face."

"Wipe it clean and do it all over again." Li Yiqing handed him a square scarf, "This is an inevitable means to go through the rivers and lakes, don't seek refinement, at least you have to understand something." ”

Pei Ye sighed.

The young man doesn't seem to have any tenacity in things that are not interesting and non-essential, but Li Yiqing knows that this is not the case, he has always had full patience, not to mention that this is indeed useful knowledge, and he really shouldn't keep thinking about "escaping".

In fact, she noticed that something was wrong with him early in the morning - the teenager who got up early in the morning was obviously a little reluctant when she called him over.

After being helplessly pressed by her, the boy has been looking a little anxious.

Obviously, I said I wanted to learn that day.

"Are you in a hurry for something?" The girl pretended to be careless.

The boy sighed deeply.

"It's okay, go ahead." He frowned.

This "torture" did not stop until noon, as the girl said, practice makes perfect, and at this time, Pei Ye was able to naturally add something to his eyes that was not revealed.

"You see, yes." The girl said with satisfaction.

"Okay." Pei Ye fiddled with his eyes in the mirror, and found some interest again.

But this class can only be taken here first, because in the afternoon, it is the time of the Luzhou Poetry Club.

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Afternoon.

Bowang is no better than those famous cities, the magnates and celebrities in it can be arranged in an orderly and clear manner, and the people who live there have long been familiar with many carriages, as long as they see them in the streets on weekdays, they will know that there is something going on in the city.

And today's scale is even more difficult to ignore, and people have long remembered this date - Luzhou Poetry Club!

Bowang is the only event of the martial arts competition every year, and the high friends of the city gather here as soon as they have lunch, and the joy is full of joy on everyone's faces.

Unlike ordinary gatherings, Luzhou has always been able to stay overnight, and it is in the middle of the night that the most wonderful time is achieved. At that time, in the middle of the sky, the lake was immersed in the stars, the wind passed through the reeds, the egrets stood quietly, and everyone sat on the lakeside, or in a boat, chanting and reciting poems, drinking and talking, so comfortable.

One of them is the carriage that comes out of the Nagado Martial Arts Hall, and its uniqueness is easily recognizable at a glance because it is painted in blue color and decorated with green feathers.

It was Emerald Feather's chariot and horse.

In the curtain of the carriage and horses, the girl leaned on it, holding a small note and reciting, and the line of ink on the cover was "Invitation Letter September 2 Luzhou Yaji Yang Yan Gongzi Lao Qi".

"The long lake gathers waves, the herons moult, the bright moon can be lifted, and the pot is ready to drink. The sky is wet and the sheath is deep, and the handsome sword is difficult to hide for a long time; The rain breaks and the pen is moist, and the good sentence is suitable for elegant work. If you want to have a good meeting, you should be careful to drink flowers, dare to tell the front donkey, and sweep the room with a cloth mat to clear the reward. ”

Li Yiqing finished reading it softly, handed the note in his hand back to Yang Yan, but his head had already turned to Pei Ye: "You see, this is a unified format, and the guests who Qi Jushi doesn't recognize will receive this pen and ink." ”

“.”

The young man didn't hear it, he was also frowning and holding something up in front of him, but it was a book that was not thin or thick.

The boy has been like this since he got in the car, and he hasn't said a word so far.

Li Yiqing didn't know when he became so studious, obviously when he talked about the Luzhou Poetry Club two days ago, he asked him if he wanted to read two books to prepare, and the reply he got was still a light smile: "What books do I have to read?" Isn't this sword enough to stand in this poetry society? ”

The girl was right when she thought about it, if the boy lost some people in the pen and ink, he would definitely win it back tenfold and hundredfold in the sword.

But for now. Why did you suddenly hold a book and study hard?

This is by no means a "fascination" out of preference, or that this "preference" is covered by another, more obvious emotion, which is the first time Li Yiqing has seen the look on the young man's face - nervous.

Li Yiqing looked at it and recognized the title of the cover from the gap between the young man's fingers.

Introduction to the Sword Art of the Six Dynasties.

Haven't heard of it.

The girl turned around and shouted again, "Pei Li." ”

"Huh?" This time the boy came back to his senses, "Oh, you said Qi Jushi. Did she write all these invitations herself? ”

"Of course, all the invitations to the Luzhou Poetry Club every year are written by the laymen, and if you keep them, they will be worth some money in a few years." Li Yiqing said.

"I have to write one or two hundred copies, I didn't expect us to receive them." Pei Ye clasped the book on his lap, opened the note that had already been handed to him for the first time, and looked back and forth, "What kind of invitation is this?" ”

"The martial arts side is based on the list of golden autumn references, but in the end, it would be good to have a small number of people go, and then there are some famous people in the martial arts; There is no obvious boundary on the Wen side, anyway, there are always seventy or eighty people every year, half and half of the familiar faces and half of the new faces. Li Yiqing said, and returned to the topic just now, "There are so many people, and the laymen are also familiar with many people, so although each letter is handwritten, most of the guests can only be copied in a unified tone, and only the special ones are a little different." ”

Speaking of this, the girl raised the note in her hand: "This is what I wrote to 'Li Yiqing' by the layman." ”

"Oh? Yes, what's the difference between the less in charge? Pei Ye leaned over curiously, and Yang Yan couldn't help but poke his head.

"It's a lot different, such as the eight words 'grabbing flowers and stepping on branches, neck Shu feather Yang', do you have them?" The girl gave them a note and smiled proudly, "Write it to me." ”

Pei Ye looked at it—there were indeed more ink words on it than Yang Yan's letter just now.

"That," he frowned, leaning back in his place, staring at the invitation in his hand, "Mine seems to be a little different." ”

"What's the difference yours can make." The girl gave him a blank look.

"Really, what do you mean by 'may be a fool'?"

The girl leaned over and said: "What people write is 'Repeatedly Promised Good Favors, Grateful and Deep'." ”

Then she raised her eyebrows and glanced at the young man: "You really have a name in Qi Jushi?"

"Let's just say, that's what we know." Pei Ye was still holding the note, frowning and trying to identify it.

"Oh, are you on good terms?"

Pei Ye was stunned and put down the note: "It's okay, but. Actually, I haven't met a few times. ”

"Otzi monks are not only famous, but also beautiful."

Pei Ye nodded approvingly.

Yang Yan also wanted to speak, but he was less decisive and couldn't interject into his mouth, Zhang Junxue leaned on the window and looked outside silently, and after less than two quarters of an hour, the road gradually stabilized, and the outside was bustling.

It's really a crowd, Pei Ye has seen a lot of faces that day, and today there are many people dressed as scribes, most of them are young people laughing and talking in piles.

Being young is also one of the characteristics of this poetry meeting, after all, it is an elegant collection related to Qi Zhaohua, the identity and age of a talented woman determine that this assembly is more relaxed than heavy, more fun than study, and the old gentlemen who are in high esteem do not like to attend.

Because of this, although it is dressed in a coat of "literature", the influence of the Luzhou Poetry Association has never been in Xuelin, but in the field of public opinion.

Of course, this is also the reason why the warriors are willing to participate - to seek fame.

And today, there are people who have come with a hot reputation, and I don't know if after this poetry meeting, it will burn into a fire or cold into ice.

(End of chapter)