There are five peaks in Jiuyi Gate, which are Yizhu Peak, Qingtian Peak, Shangxia Peak, Jishou Peak, and Yiyi Peak.

Xie Huaigu happened to be at Yizhu Peak, and he was in the same door as Zhang Daoren.

Zhong Ting recited a few so-called vassal elegance one after another, in Mu Nan's opinion, there are not many treasures, but there are many unbearable people, and now he happened to read the "oil" poem written by Xie Huaigu, and he was embarrassed when he listened to it.

"Brother Nan, hurry up and think of another song, I have to get my face back!" The reason why Xie Xuan dragged Mu Nan to the poetry club was because ten poems were selected to enter the second round of the competition.

After the second round, the three most outstanding articles were selected to show their stupid side.

The poetry club did not set up any colorful heads, let alone rewards, but in the face of a group of foundation-building monks, especially female monks, showing their faces and showing themselves is equivalent to having the right to choose a mate.

"Aren't you off topic? Can you still make it into the top 10? After listening to Xie Xuan's rules, Mu Nan asked with a puzzled expression.

"Hehe, Brother Nan, I have to talk about my popularity...... Xie Xuan said a little mysteriously: "Although that poem is a bit unreasonable, it is definitely a good poem, plus the promotion of the brothers, well, the judges allowed me to write a new one!" ”

"Spending money?" Mu Nan looked at the ten judges in the front row and asked straightforwardly.

"Little money! Ten spirit stones! Xie Xuan whispered in his ear.

Mu Nan glanced at him, lowered his head and leaned into his ear and said: "Xuanzi, there is a saying, no one can lose his brother, in this way, I am here waiting to write you a poem at any time to support the scene, and you don't let me write in vain, you can't lose my brother, right?" A poem can exchange you for ten spirit stones, but it can guarantee you to enter the top three. ”

"Deal!" Xie Xuan's face was full of excitement, and he had already begun to prepare the words for his speech on stage.

The crescent moon is like a silver hook, bending and hanging on the sorrow. Acacia thousands of miles away, twilight leaning on the floor.

This poem by Yu Qian "Seeing the New Moon and Feelings" focuses on expressing homesickness, and the ninety-one gates have traveled thousands of miles to each other.

Mu Nan took out this poem, and even Xie Xuan, a big old man, couldn't help but stick out his thumb to it.

When Xie Xuan handed in the poem with the steps of not recognizing his six relatives, Mu Nan began to seriously look at the poetry meeting.

The venue is not spacious, and there are indeed a lot of people who come, and the entire courtyard of Keyunjian is almost overcrowded.

Among these people, there are those who really like poetry, and there are also those who take the opportunity to find someone to talk to.

What's even more surprising is that there are also monks in the Yudan period mixed in.

Of course, there is no shortage of familiar faces here, Mu Nan's eyes swept over one by one, and stopped at Xie Huaiwei.

In the end, he has a peerless appearance.

The monks around her were desperately courteous: those who served tea and poured water, those who asked questions about the east and the west, those who asked about the cold and warmth, and so on.

Fortunately, Xie Huaigu's mind was on the poetry meeting, and he didn't stay by his sister's side, otherwise, Mu Nan suspected that Keyunjian should be more lively than now, maybe the poetry would become a friend meeting and be held in advance.

“…… After the voting and selection of all Taoist friends, the top ten winners of the poetry club are: Deng Jing, the small flag officer of the fourth banner of the Survey of the Heavenly Prison, Xie Huaiwei, the inner door of the beautiful peak of the ninety-one gate, Xie Xuan, the small flag officer of the first banner of the survey of the heavens, and the ninety-one gate...... Congratulations to the above friends! Please also ask the above Taoist friends to prepare the next round of poems. ”

Zhong Ting said the results of the selection, and Mu Nan was not surprised.

It is not easy for a group of monks to write one or two poems in painstaking cultivation, how good can it be?

"Seeing the Crescent Moon and Feelings" in these poems, the use of excellence seems to tarnish Yu Qian a little.

However, he came a little late and didn't hear anything Xie Huaiwei wrote.

Even if it's not good, presumably there will be her in the top three, after all, appearance determines everything.

When Mu Nan was guessing wildly, Xie Xuan rushed back, looked at it for a long time, stuffed a small bag of spirit stones into his cuffs, and couldn't wait to say, "Next, next!" ”

Dao Li Immortal's spoiling of Xie Xuan has reached the point where the wind and rain are going to be rainy, not to mention the mere spirit stone?

So much so that Xie Xuan's spirit stones and the wind are blowing, they have never been missing, and they are generous.

"Remember, the next one is definitely out of nowhere!" Mu Nan weighed the spirit stone, and blurted out beautifully: "Upstairs at dusk, the desire to rest, the jade ladder crosses the moon like a hook." The plantain does not show the clove knot, and they are worried about the spring breeze. ”

"It's not bad, it's really not bad, Brother Nan is really talented, it's a pity not to come to the poetry club!" Xie Xuan worked hard to write, and from time to time asked a few words how to write, and then continued to run to the stage to hand in poems with an excited face.

Mu Nan touched his pocket and thought, if he loved to be in the limelight and participated in some poetry club, how could there be a white flower spirit stone in the account?

Sometimes, strategizing is much more interesting than charging ahead.

Listening to Zhong Ting on the stage reciting the second round of poems one by one, and explaining a few sentences, Mu Nan was bored, so he used the storage ring to store the spirit stones one by one.

was having a lot of fun, and a woman's voice floated in his ears: "Fellow Daoist, come to participate in the poetry meeting?" ”

"Accompany a friend!" Mu Nan followed the voice and turned his head, only to see a woman staring at him with a smile.

The woman's eyes are bright under the curved eyebrows, the beautiful nose is slightly reddened against the pink cheeks, the cherry lips like dripping cherries are embedded in the crystal like jade melon seeds, and a lock of beautiful black hair floats down like a waterfall, indescribably smart.

"In the south of Xiamu, the three banners of the Surveying Heaven and Prison...... Disciple, I've seen a fellow Daoist! ”

Mu Nan did not report the identity of the deputy flag commander, and only used the word disciple.

The female cultivators of the Survey Prison, especially those in the foundation building period, are basically familiar with each other, but the first time he sees them, he should be a person from the Ninety-One Gate.

If you report the name of the deputy flag chief, it is somewhat intriguing, and if the other party chases and asks the reason, you have to spend words to explain.

"My name is Zhu Zi, and I am from the Ninety-One Gates." Zhu Ziluo introduced herself generously, Mu Nan listened carefully, but she suddenly changed her face, stretched out her little jade hand, and said, "The spirit stone in your pocket is half for me." ”

Mu Nanhe stepped on the tail of the cat, jumped a step back, and blurted out: "Why? ”

You can't be so rude if you're good-looking! How can anyone meet and ask for spirit stones!

Moreover, it is also Mu Nan's spirit stone!

"I heard you and the mallet! If I report you for cheating, hum, it will be a loss of the face of the Three Banners of the Sky Survey. A hint of cunning flashed in Zhu Zi's eyes, and then he said, "If you are willing to divide half of me, then my ears must have heard it wrong." ”

"Does this count as blackmail?" Mu Nan looked a little helpless.

Although Sanqi has no face to talk about, in front of everyone's eyes, he really wants to keep this skin.

"Count!" Zhu Zi generously admitted.

"Extortion is illegal!" Mu Nan muttered with pain on his face, and at the same time used his divine sense to pull out half of the spirit stones from the storage ring, and counted them to Zhu Zi one by one.

It seems to be a spirit stone, but it is actually his stomach full of bitterness.

And the satisfaction and joy after Zhu Zi's conspiracy succeeded, in his opinion, more like a gluttonous hideousness.

“…… Congratulations to the above three Taoist friends, who won the top three, that is, the champion, the leader, and the flower of this year's poetry club! ”

Mu Nan's mind was all on Lingshi, not only did he not listen to what Xie Huaiwei wrote, but he didn't even know who the top three were.

At this time, he also stretched his neck and listened carefully to what Zhong Ting said next.

"Please explore the flowers, ninety-one doors are beautiful and vermilion!"

Zhu Zi was intently counting the spirit stones, how could he have time to show up on stage? It wasn't until Zhong Ting shouted three times that she was still indifferent, and Zhong Ting continued: "It seems that Zhu Zi Daoyou is a master and does not show her face, since this is the case, we respect her choice." Now, we have the list of eyes, Xie Xuan Daoyou from the First Banner of the Sky Survey! ”

Xie Xuan was already impatient, Zhong Ting finished reporting his name, he jumped up with a swoop, and waved desperately to Xie Huaiwei on the stage, until there was a boo below, and he said, "Here, I want to thank my master for his earnest teaching, so that I can always take the book as a pillow, so that I have today's Xuefu Wuche, and at the same time, I want to thank ......"

"Mom!" Mu Nan listened to Xie Xuan's acceptance speech, and wiped his hands on his face: "Shame on the dead!" ”

Anyone who knows Xie Xuan knows that if he can read a book seriously for half an hour, he has to see which way the sun comes out.

It's true to use books as pillows, after all, it's a well-known fact that you want to sleep when you see a book.

For him, Dao Li has worked hard.

"One thing must be admitted, the poems of the pastor are very well written." Zhu Zi accepted the spirit stone, listened to Xie Xuan's acceptance speech, and stood beside Mu Nan, praising it.

Mu Nan's heart was still dripping blood, and he was quite angry with Zhu Zi, completely ignoring her praise, and said helplessly and sourly: "...... What's the use, it's not that you knocked off seventeen spirit stones. ”

After a while, I remembered that the woman in front of me was actually the third, and continued: "Why don't you go on stage and show your face?" ”