Let's see if it's all over and move on. At this time, the embankment has only walked less than half a mile, all the way, the poems are in the curtain, and the things that give out the prizes are very little, but the riots caused by the "throwing bamboo" are one after another, and the joy is not enough for outsiders.

Li Ji came here, one did not look at the lights, and the other did not look at people, what he enjoyed was the mood. The beauty of lanterns has an end, and long-term viewing is also aesthetic fatigue. As for the little ladies, they are all beautiful and dazzling, but Li Ji is a pragmatist, and his division of women is just two simple ones, those who can stay and those who cannot. The trip to Xichang is just an extremely short stay in his life, and he can't delay his future for the sake of his crotch.

Walking and stopping all the way, more than an hour has passed, the flow of people is becoming more and more crowded, Li Ji bought a jar of honey water, looked up to drink water, and found that a lamp shed not far away was very strange. This is a very simple lamp shed, no decoration, the only lamp is the most ordinary white paper lamp, the so-called white paper lamp, is the white paper paste on the cylindrical shape, no modeling, no color, only a few strokes of freehand on the white paper, a snow-capped mountain, there is a river under the mountain, a courtyard by the river, a few plum blossoms in the courtyard, it is really simple and almost perfunctory.

The woman in the shed, covered with light gauze, can feel a sense of coldness from afar.

What makes Li Ji strange is that it is such a simple and extremely simple lantern shed, but there are dozens of people around, most of them are scholars, looking at the clothes and fabrics, all of them are precious goods, and their respective identities and statuses are not low, these people are very quiet, and they are a little out of place with the crowd around them.

After looking at it for a while, he didn't see anything famous, Li Ji turned around and left. Attracting attention with all kinds of unconventional tactics, this kind of hype has been too much in previous lives, and it is not surprising. It's not weird, it's self-defeating, this kind of person, ignoring her is the best way.

"This brother, the younger brother is from Huangyan, I don't know what is special about this young lady, why did so many people stop?" A gentleman who was obviously also a foreigner couldn't help but ask the middle-aged man next to him.

"Hehe, of course you and other outsiders don't know the origin of this Miss Hua, let me tell you, this Miss Hua family is a famous Xiuzhen family in Xichang, Miss Hua herself, that is also one of the best Taoist children in the Taoist Palace, and she has been feeling angry for years, and it is just around the corner... The middle-aged man said with a smug face.

Li Jiyuan heard this, and quietly turned back, which was something he was interested in.

"Really, so young... The stranger looked incredulous.

"Entering the Taoist Palace at the age of twelve, and entering the blessed land in two years, can you have such a character in Huangyan?" the middle-aged man glared, "If you don't believe it, look at the prizes in the shed... Jade Jane ?。。。 No, no, no, my brother's vision is not good... That's Dao Jian, Dao Jian, who is psychic, now do you know why so many people are standing here?"

"What? Dao Jian? This is so possible? I heard that the way of heaven is difficult to record, and the immortals are separated from each other, and such a precious thing is placed here as a gift, and it seems that there is some respect for the Daomen... While the foreign scholar was talking, another person who mentioned poetry came home. The young lady of the Hua family only swept her eyebrows, then put it into the bamboo tube and threw it out, and at this moment, 4 or 5 bamboo tubes had been thrown, and the little ladies around her were cheap in vain.

"Hehe, my brother is too careful, although there is a difference between immortals and mortals, it is difficult to seek the Tao, so who is the score for... The middle-aged man looked proud, "My Xichang people are rich in life, outstanding people, hundreds of years in the city, there are countless Taoist cultivators, especially the Hua family, whose family has been spiritualized for hundreds of years, and has invested in Qixia, and the fifth ancestor has become an elder of Qixia, with a high and powerful position, such a family background, and the younger generations of the family take this basic entry path to entertain people, why not?"

"Aren't you afraid of leaking out and losing your secrets?" The out-of-town scholar is especially hard-mouthed.

The middle-aged man laughed, "It seems that although my brother has heard of Xiuzhen, he doesn't know it." That simple book is made by the immortal family, there is no word to pass on, there is no picture to follow, only those who can get it for their own use, in front of the forehead, their own law is known, the Tao Jane preached once is wasted, and how can it spread the leak?"

"Brother Tai is really knowledgeable, and he can even know these secrets, and the younger brother has been taught. "The out-of-town scholar is really convinced this time.

The middle-aged man sighed, "It's not very knowledgeable, it's just that my brother has also experienced the Taoist palace when he was young, and he is blessed with anger, but unfortunately he has achieved nothing, and he has no relationship with the Tao, ashamed, ashamed... ”

While the two were talking, Li Ji had already squeezed in front of the lantern shed, and looked carefully, and sure enough, next to the white paper lamp, there was a Jane placed on the plate, and he couldn't help but feel hot in his heart. Thinking that he will also enter the blessed land in the future, this starting point is much slower than that of Daogong Daotong, if he can receive this simplicity, even if there are only three months left along the way, it will be of great help to him.

Snow mountains, small courtyards, plum blossoms... Li Ji thought about it for a while, and he already had a plan in his heart. In his previous life, he left countless masterpieces that have been passed down through the ages, and he still remembers a few. Today, if you have what you want, you won't pretend to be high, and there is no pressure on him to be a copyist.

Taking advantage of the vacancy left by the continuous failure of several scholars, Li Jishi Shiran walked to the front of the case, his nondescript outfit provoked a chuckle from the surrounding scholars, Li Ji was unconscious, contemplated for a moment, the pen walked the dragon and snake, and staggered on the white paper of the case, and on the seven-foot square curtain next to him, a few lines of poetry were clearly displayed: A few plums in the corner of the wall, Ling Han opened it alone, and knew that it was not snow, because there was a dark fragrance. - Wei Guoguang of the Yue Clan.

After the poem, Hua Xiaoniang waved her hand, and the original vain handwriting on the curtain quickly transformed into the actual handwriting dripping with ink, and several colored cannons rose into the sky, and the poem was established. He is really worthy of being a cultivator, with sharp eyes and a decisive personality, and he does not drag his feet in the mud.

The surrounding crowd exclaimed, this shed woman, is from several wealthy families in Xichang, has always been above the top, unpretentious to people, I don't want the lantern festival is not more than half, but it has become a poem and set up a curtain, declaring what is good, which makes other people embarrassed.

Li Ji smiled slightly, this result was completely unexpected by him, as soon as the masterpiece came out, it was really invincible. The Yongmei of the great writer Wang Anshi of the Northern Song Dynasty, the whole poem is elegant and casual, there is no half of the words piled up with words, seeing the true meaning in the plain, and portraying the strong and noble character of the plum blossom to the fullest.

A maid held out the tray, Li Ji held Dao Jian in his hand, a little excited in his heart, and the soft voice of the little lady came: "Mr. This poem, noble and timeless, fresh and dusty, plain and true, is in line with the true meaning of Taoism, just a small courtesy, and I hope Mr. will smile." ”

"The girl doesn't have to be polite, in the heart of the adjournment Jane, only then did she dare to offer poetry, luckily got this thing, but I should thank the girl. Li Ji was blunt.

"Mr. is honest, but Mr. is extremely talented, honest and uninhibited, and sooner or later he will be the best in my generation. The two sides said a few polite words and broke up. There is no legendary love between the two people, and there is no love at first sight with dog blood, reality is not a novel, one party is born rich, beautiful as a flower, a new entrant, and a promising future, one side is shy, mediocre in appearance, outlaw, life and death are uncertain, how can there be an intersection? Hua Xiaoniang will never be short, and Li Ji will not be cheeky, and Fang is right.

Li Ji left in a low-key manner, and the little lady Hua was even more simply, removing the lantern shed and going home. The crowd around couldn't help but sigh. Those who can surround here are all discerning and knowledgeable, and that Dao Jian doesn't matter to Hua Xiaoniang, but to others, it is a hundred taels of gold, and it is still priceless. There were a few people inside, and their hearts turned away.