"If you are found to be evil, believe it or not, you will betray your relatives and leave within a few days, and even if you don't leave and don't give up, you will be dragged down by you, and you will die of depression, and you will not die well!"

"The prejudice in people's hearts is a big mountain, and you can't climb it. Even if they pretend it's okay now, it's because they need you, and when the storm calms down, everything will be back to the way it was. ”

"Good is good, evil is evil, and there is never a contradiction!!"

"This blood debt can't be repaid!!"

"What a sword immortal, it's funny, it's so funny. You can't even draw a sword?"

"Oh~~ You can pull it out, but so what, it's just a sword played by a three-year-old child, hahahaha!!"

"Don't be a sword immortal, isn't the current Demon Dao Technique bad, what kind of skill do you think you practice!!?

"Xia Xuan, what do you think you are?!"

"Xia Xuan, what are you doing now?!!

Countless sharp roars, questions, and jokes resounded in the void, as if countless beings were speaking, but they converged into a tide of sound, rolling down from all directions, slapping towards him, putting him in the midst of this fierce tide of rage.

As soon as he looked up, he saw a blood-colored moon like pupils hanging above his head.

Click!

The void world was suddenly shattered, and the picture dispersed.

Xia Xuan opened his eyes suddenly, gasping for breath as if he was suffocating, it was this dream again.

The carriage had stopped, and Tsuruhayama had arrived.

He rubbed his forehead, brushed off the cold sweat on his forehead, looked sideways and saw the folding fan on the side, grabbed it, stepped off the carriage, and then shook it away in the wind, revealing the four big characters "carefree" written by the national hand Danqing.

As a talented man, Zhou Hatjiu was naturally prepared, and he also shook the folding fan and shook out the words "invincible".

So, Xia Xuan was in front, Zhou Hatjiu was on the right, and Su Qingmeng ran to the left of Xia Xuan's brother, gently rubbing his little hands, looking very cold.

Xia Xuan saw that the sky was cold, and Su Qingmeng was a little weak, so he said, "Put your hand in my pocket, my pocket is warm." ”

Su Qingmeng looked at the little grandfather in amazement, and said softly: "Men and women don't kiss..."

Xia Xuan looked at Zhou Hajiu and said, "Fatty, are you cold?"

Zhou hatjiu nodded.

Xia Xuan said: "Come, borrow you." ”

Zhou Hatjiu smiled and put away the "invincible" folding fan, inserted his hand into Xia Xuan's pocket, and turned his face sideways from time to time, squeezing his eyebrows at the little daughter of the Su family.

Su Qingmeng stomped his feet and said, "Fatty, what are you talking about?"

Zhou hatjiu smiled: "Do you want to?"

Su Qingmeng said "I don't want to", but after thinking about it carefully, I still want to, but after all, men and women have precautions and etiquette is unbreakable, so he snorted and didn't look over.

...

As the young ladies of each family climbed the mountain, more than 300 guards began to set up the defense line in the small pavilion at the entrance at the foot of the mountain.

It's not easy to be tightly arranged.

But fortunately, although the Crane Feather Mountain is large, the peak that the talented women chose as the "Full Moon Poetry Club" is a lonely peak, and there is a small manor on the peak, and the owner is one of the many "little masters", so this defense is relatively simple.

Although these more than 300 guards were brought from different families, they soon tacitly made two fixed guard points in front of and behind the mountain, and then assigned a full twenty-one groups according to a group of five people, according to three shifts, and then every four hours, patrolling the perimeter.

Although the national capital is safe, they will not be too lax, and everything that needs to be done needs to be done.

After doing this, looking up and down the mountain road, only a few small figures are still climbing.

The top of the mountain...

It's cold.

But what is cold?

The person who should be pretending to be forced is still pretending.

Who pretended to be forced?

Talented people and talented women don't pretend to be forced, is there still heavenly reason?

However, among these people, the most eye-catching one still belongs to the little grandfather of the Xia family.

I saw that the little grandfather in white was sitting in the Moon Pavilion outside the manor.

He held "Spring and Autumn" in his left hand, and held the "carefree" folding fan in his right hand and fanned it slowly, making an impeccable attitude.

The fat man unfolded the "invincible" folding fan and sat not far from him, closing his eyes and pretending to sleep, frowning twice from time to time, as if immersed in the golden iron horse.

The daughter of the Su family took out a flute like a trick, put it on her knees, and then closed her eyes in a quiet posture, as if listening to the sound of nature and looking for the feeling of a.

This Full Moon Poetry Club has brought together talented people from many places, with a total of nearly 200 people, and naturally there is more than one national capital.

Everyone knows each other, but they don't know each other well, although their respective identities are a little up and down, but with their respective relatives, it is blurred.

How to book a coffee position?

Naturally, it is by force.

Meng Shan is an upright, upright, and too decent person, he came to this kind of place a little isolated, but he had to come, because this is the future upper circle of Shu, which is an important source of connections.

Although he is upright, he is not stupid, and he obviously sees that there is a state of competition in this "Full Moon Poetry Club", such as the "Southern faction" is fighting against the "Northern faction", and the talented and talented women of "Shanshou City" are fighting against the talented women of "Yangsang City"...

And the "national capital" is naturally in a class of its own.

Not only that, but the "national capital" faction seems to have fallen behind in this invisible competition.

Meng Shan even found that he really couldn't do anything in this kind of place, but his face was real, he looked at the white-clothed little grandfather sitting in the Moon Pavilion with complicated eyes, and he could only silently wish this little grandfather who didn't learn and didn't know how to do it, he could still have a little talent.

After all, anyone with a discerning eye can see that although the little grandfather sits high in the Moon Pavilion and has never moved, he is faintly the leader of the "national capital faction".

He was undefeated,

No matter how much the Guodu faction falls behind, it is not defeated.

But if he loses anyone,

Then the face of the entire national capital will be lost?

So, Monsan couldn't help but lean in the direction of Xia Xuan, stood on tiptoe and swept his eyes, and found that Xia Xuan was actually watching "Spring and Autumn"...

Immediately, his heart became manic like a wild dog.

It's over, it's over, it's too much, look at "Spring and Autumn"... Although it is an ancient book, it is still brand new, and it is obvious that it has not been turned over much, and it is really a shame if someone asks questions and cannot answer it.

Monsan was about to remind, but found that it was too late.

A personable, sword-eyed young man with two talented people, and a talented girl had already walked from afar and stepped into the Moon Pavilion.

Meng Shan recognized that the person at the head was Lin Haoru, the famous genius of the second largest capital of the Shu Kingdom, "Yangsang City".

This one is a person who really has some ability, and he was only in high school in the autumn exam a few days ago, so even if he is on top, he may not be able to win.

And the three behind Lin Haoru are also famous talents and talented women in "Yangsang City".

This is the restaurant that kicks the national capital.

The four of them walked into the Mochizuki Pavilion with an invisible murderous aura.

This murderous aura went straight to the little man in white who was watching "Spring and Autumn".

However, the little grandfather was calm and light, and he did not move.

One of the geniuses glanced at the folding fan in the little grandfather's hand, and was about to open the "spray", but the other genius next to him whispered: "That's the inscription of Ouyang drunkard." ”

The genius hurriedly shut up.

Lin Haoru was observing, and with a glance of his eyes, he had already sensed the same information as Monsan.

His eyes lit up, since "Spring and Autumn" is still new, then this little grandfather naturally has never read it much, not to mention that he has a reputation for not learning and not knowing how to do it in the country, so it is even more certain of this.

So, he showed a charming smile, as if he had inadvertently walked here, and as if he had inadvertently seen Xia Xuan reading, he asked, "The little grandfather still understands "Spring and Autumn"?"

Xia Xuan raised his head slightly and responded: "I understand a little." ”