The flowers bloom and fall, and two spring and autumn have passed in a blink of an eye.

The small building of Bihan is still a pink and white cluster.

In the apricot forest, Zhou Teng slowly waved the sword in his hand, stabbing at the broken flowers like slow motion.

The flowers trembled slightly, the pollen was scattered, and what seemed to be a slow sword had already left five or six tiny sword holes on the flowers.

It's sword drawing!

It can shoot a sword at a very fast speed, which looks slow, but in fact it is aggressive, domineering, and powerful.

Half a year ago, Zhou Teng broke through the late stage of Qi training, and the chaotic breathing method was abnormal, and this set of sword techniques suddenly appeared in his mind.

After more than half a year of practice, this sword drawing technique has finally achieved a small success.

He had also tried, and the power was huge, but at the same time, the consumption of spiritual power was also quite amazing, and with his current cultivation in the late stage of Qi training, the sword drawing technique could only be used three or four times.

To put it simply, it's Blue Shao!

Fortunately, everything has been relatively calm in the past two years, not only Xu Cheng and Zhumu's side have died down, but even the high-level officials of Hanyumen have never been here.

But Zhou Teng knew that this calm would not last long.

Two years was enough for him to thoroughly understand the situation in Hanyumen, and he also knew the reason why Xu Cheng attacked him.

Now, the three-year filial piety period of the Rising Sun Fairy is about to arrive, and the Huoyun Sect is afraid that there will be a big move, and as a disciple of the Hanyu Sect, it is impossible for him to stay out of it.

And the ration of Tsukidan is also in the near future, and Xu has become Tsukidan and will never wait any longer.

Everything, all crashed together!

Inside the house, Zhang Yunhai was sitting, but his eyes were staring at Zhou Teng outside through the window from time to time.

Compared with two years ago, he was even more anxious, and the eyes that looked at Zhou Teng were not only complicated but also jealous.

He can't sleep well every day now, and he thinks that Zhou Teng may have noticed something, which makes him worried.

Although this personal disciple seemed to be only in the middle of Qi cultivation like him, the momentum he occasionally showed frightened him.

He mentioned all these things to the senior brother, but the senior brother has not moved, only told him to act as if nothing had happened, although he also comforted himself like this, but the pressure was really great.

"Senior Brother Zhou!"

A shout interrupted him, and also interrupted Zhou Teng, who was practicing his sword.

"Why are you here?" Zhou Teng put away his sword and looked at the white fan in his hand, dressed as a.

"Didn't I miss you?" Win Dang smiled with a flattering expression.

"Miss me. Zhou Teng can believe that there are ghosts, wiped the sword body lightly, and said lightly: "There are spirit stones again?"

Ying Dang nodded immediately, took out a box from his arms and opened it, and inside was a spirit stone, "Senior Brother Zhou, that poem ......"

"Don't worry, I still have a talent for poetry. ”

Zhou Teng didn't blush, it's not the first time he's done this, since he wrote poems and sent them to Yu Shengdang two years ago, the two sides reached a dirty deal of exchanging ten poems for a spirit stone.

As for those poems, they were all borrowed by Zhou Teng from the sages in the Chinese poetry world, and he believed that those people would not bother with him, a junior.

Besides, they are all Chinese nations, of the same origin, and those who are also considered their ancestors, besides, the things of the scholars are not stealing, which also contributes to the development of the Chinese poetry style word card in the other world, and it can be regarded as a good thing, anyway, that's what he thinks.

"Senior Brother Zhou, can you write twenty poems and a spirit stone in the future, this spirit stone is really difficult to get. ”

Yingdang's words were flattering, originally he wanted to exchange five poems for one spirit stone at the beginning, but he bargained and cut it into ten, but the spirit stone was really not easy to get, and he was a little unbearable.

"Do you think it's easy for me to write poetry?"

Zhou Teng looked displeased, "Take the last poem as an example, I racked my brains for three days and three nights without closing my eyes before I finally wrote it, if you think you can't make it, I don't want the spirit stone, you go find someone else." ”

Zhou Teng has no fear, he really doesn't believe that there are people in this world who can write poems and lyrics to surpass the predecessors of Huaxia, we have ancestors, who are we afraid of.

"Don't, Senior Brother Zhou, I'm not just talking. ”

Yingdang was depressed in his heart, and it was strange that the poems written by those literati and scholars in Yingfu City were not as good as his cheap senior brother from a poor country.

"Senior Brother Zhou, I'll tell you the truth, I really can't take out the spirit stone, and I'm afraid I will owe it first. ”

Yingdang has a hard time, and he has more spirit stones in a year than ordinary monks, but not much.

"No, I know that you only have about ten spirit stones a year, but in the past two years alone, you have changed hundreds of poems, where did those spirit stones come from?"

Zhou Teng was also curious at first, but it wasn't until he secretly followed Ying Dang that he understood that this kid actually sold information to Yunlei Peak Zhumu.

He was dumbfounded at the time, and found that he really underestimated this loser, took poems from here, and exchanged the information here for spirit stones on Zhu Mu's side, and then used spirit stones to exchange poems here after the incident, he was really a fucking talent who was a double agent.

And why did Zhu Mu monitor his every move for no reason? This also further proves Zhang Yunhai's original words: The assassination two years ago was very likely to have been committed by Zhu Mu.

One is the eldest disciple of the family, and the other is the grandson of the governor of the city, the two collude with each other, and each has a ghost to provoke secretly, which is really a good show.

"That's what I didn't use up before, what was left. "Yingdang is a little bit of a thief, and his eyes are rolling around.

Zhou Teng saw it in his eyes, and he didn't bother to poke it, beckoned to him, and said in his ear: "I heard that in addition to handing over the Hanyu Gate every year, isn't there still a surplus of spirit stones, you can ...... You know. ”

"That's not going to work. Ying Dang waved his hand again and again, "My sister knows that she will kill me, no, no......"

I'll just say it casually. ”

Zhou Teng smiled, took out the poem that had been prepared from his arms, and handed it to Yingdang.

Yingdang hurriedly opened it, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, in the past two years, in order to please the poetry girl, he has also worked hard in poetry and songs, and he can't write but his appreciation has improved a lot.

"Good words, really good words! Senior Brother Zhou, you are really talented!" Ying Dang was amazed.

"Not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning. Zhou Teng was humble on the side.

The eyes of Yingdang, who got the poems, changed, and he didn't linger anymore, and hurriedly went down the mountain.

Spring Sleep Building.

The first golden cave in Yingfu City, after the poetry girl came, became even more famous, and became a must-come place for celebrities and celebrities in Yingfu City.

"Bill~Bill~"

Win Dang hurried to the horse, startling and scolding.

"Young Boy, you're here. ”

The turtle man was very sharp-eyed, and quickly nodded and took the reins and handed them to the little guy.

"You're rewarded. ”

As soon as Ying Dang raised his hand, a piece of white silver ingot was thrown directly to the turtle father, who smiled and was more respectful than seeing his father.

Entering the door, Yingying Yanyan all the way, Yingdang ignored it, and went straight to the second floor, but was stopped by the old bustard.

"Win Gongzi, it's really unfortunate, Miss Shishi is not feeling well today, I'm afraid I won't be able to see you. ”

The old bustard's face was embarrassed, if it was usual, he wished that this master would come, but today, a mysterious guest came to the Chunmian Building, and the poetry girl was accompaniing.

"I said, old bustard, don't you want to mess around in Yingchao City, believe it or not, I demolished your shop. ”

The winner is ridiculous, but not stupid, and he can see at a glance that something is wrong with this old bustard.

"How dare you, Gongzi Ying, I just offend anyone, and I don't dare to offend you, who doesn't know, you are the young head of Hanyumen, and we have to rely on you in Chunmian Building. ”

The old bustard smiled again and again, she was telling the truth, doing this business, it is inevitable to encounter some difficult guests, and there are people who are looking for a place to collect protection money on the road, with the relationship of winning, those troubles will naturally be gone.

"I know that if I don't call the poetry girl out, I can't find death. ”

Yingdang can be said to be used to it, and he reprimanded loudly, causing many onlookers to watch, but he didn't care at all, in this Yingfu City, there were really not many things he couldn't do.

In the private room on the second floor, a young single yarn girl is stroking the piano, this girl can definitely be said to be alluring to the country, the head of the eyebrows, weak bones and fibre, a pair of soft wattles gently plucked the strings, the sound of the piano is as soothing as flowing water.

This woman is the head of the Spring Sleep Building, the Oiran Poetry Girl.

In front of her, a middle-aged man in brocade was drinking wine, listening with his eyes closed, enjoying it very much.

Behind the man, two guards stood with their arms crossed, one fat and one thin, not mighty, but very strange.

Shishi is very curious, but whoever comes to her is either a merry and talented man who pretends to persuade her to be good. Either it is a businessman gentleman who wants a golden house and hides a beautiful house.

The purpose is nothing more than to do good things with her.

But the middle-aged man in front of him was different, he seemed to be just looking for a place to drink and listen to music, and there was no such heat as in the eyes of other seekers.

Suddenly, there was a commotion outside, which disturbed the sound of the piano.

The man opened his eyes, his brow furrowed slightly.

Shishi's face changed, and she heard the voice of Yingdang, she slowly got up and walked to the wine table, and made a thousand blessings, "My lord, please don't be surprised, it's a friend of the concubine who is here, let me go out and have a look." ”

When the man heard this, he was not embarrassed, "If the girl has something, just go." ”

Shishi is another blessing, Yingying got up, opened the door and went out.

At the staircase, Ying Dang was angry, he was very angry, very angry, but when he saw Shishi coming around the corner, his face immediately improved again.

"Poetry. "It's very passionate, like a lover's kiss.

"Young Master Win, please come with me. ”

Shishi didn't ask him what was going on, and led him directly to a private room.

When he saw the house, Yingdang closed the door, put on the bolt, and didn't wait for the Shishi girl to speak, but he spoke first, "Shishi, I'll show you a baby, sit next to me." After saying that, he took the initiative to walk to the edge of the bed and sit down.

Shishi's face flushed, she was taught to teach the bed since she was a child, and she knew that many people like to say homophony and other meat words, but she has her own bottom line, and she doesn't sell her body, so she said, "Win Gongzi, please respect yourself." ”

Ying Dang was stunned for a moment, knowing that she had misunderstood, so he hurriedly took out the poem from his arms, got up and walked over, "That's what I'm talking about." ”

The poem secretly thought about herself, unfolded the paper, and read it word by word.

"It's not love the dust, it seems to be mistaken by the front edge. Flowers fall and bloom from time to time, always thanks to the monarch of the East. If you have a head full of flowers, don't ask where the slave returns. ”