Although Concubine Yi is an immortal cultivator, she is really accomplished in the mundane Confucianism of poetry and songs, and she can really make one or two poems, even a layman like Han Ming can also detect that Concubine Yu's talent is good, although it is not the best, but among nearly a thousand scholars, it is also good.

Maybe counting the prestige of the city lord's mansion painting boat, a little song that Concubine Yu casually came to really entered the top ten, and the other nine poems were sent to the painting boat, and the final winner was selected by the Oiran.

Of course, before the results come out, the ten talented people still have to get on the painting boat in the center first, and the Oiran stands behind the curtain, peeks a few times, and chooses them together based on their appearance, bearing, and clothing.

The Oiran's shelf was very large, and only ten talented people were allowed to go up with their respective scholars, and the rest of the people were not allowed to get on the boat, even the boat of the City Lord's Mansion was not good, and in the end, Han Ming, the little guy, had to follow his son on the Oiran boat.

When the other scholars were climbing up the ladder hoisted down by the Oiran boat, Han Ming and Concubine Yu lightly clicked on the painting boat under their feet, and easily floated onto the opposite painting boat, which made the eyes of the third prince of the city lord's mansion light up slightly.

The third prince of the City Lord's Mansion stroked his palms and smiled, he was not mistaken, these two people are extraordinary, they really have a great background, they are extraordinary, they don't look very old, but this light skill is not comparable to the first-class masters in the martial arts.

floated on the painting boat together, and immediately someone greeted him, and he saw the priority at a glance, and automatically rowed Concubine Yu to Gongzi, and Han Ming to the scholar.

"Childe, please!" a small guy arched his hand.

"Little Hanzi, I'll go in and have a look with my son!" Concubine Yu didn't know where to find a black jade folding fan, gently unfolded it, and walked forward with a demeanor, while Han Ming shook his head and smiled, followed behind Concubine Yu, and walked inside, since Concubine Yu was interested, he just kept playing, anyway, he had more time now.

After only taking a few steps inside, Han Ming raised his eyebrows slightly, and his face showed a little surprise, that is, he raised his head to look at Concubine Yu, but the other party was still smiling, and the wind was lightly fanning the black jade fan.

"There are mana fluctuations here, and the level is not low, and it has even reached the early stage of the Yudan!" Han Ming sent a message to Concubine Yu.

"Whatever, if there is, there will be it, I'm here to find the Oiran, not to him, you are not allowed to show your mana, don't scare people away, then it will be boring, and the Oiran will not be able to look at." Concubine Yi shook her head with a smile and looked inside curiously, although as long as she dispersed her spiritual power, she could completely control it within dozens of miles around, and look at anyone's face casually, but she didn't do it.

Holding the pipa and half-covering the face is flavorful, if you see through it at a glance, it is boring.

"It's good if you're happy!" Han Ming nodded helplessly, and didn't care about the early stage monk of the Jiedan in the middle of the painting boat, if people didn't offend me, Han Ming didn't mind leaving quietly after the concubine had fun, anyway, it was impossible to detect the cultivation of the two of them in the early stage of the Yudan.

After a short time, ten 'talents' got together, some of them were thin and ordinary, and they knew at a glance that they were not from rich and noble families, some were dressed luxuriously, and they were extravagant, and their family backgrounds were good, and some of them were weak in footsteps, pale in complexion, and looked like they were overindulgent........ Of course, there is also Concubine Yu, the 'good son', who has an extraordinary bearing, luxuriously dressed, and handsome appearance, which is unreal, and easily crushes the scholars around her.

Concubine Yu's right hand was behind her, her left hand was across her abdomen, her aura was strong and abnormal, and several scholars around her were ashamed of herself, and they couldn't think of comparison at all.

Glancing around, Han Ming shook his head silently, the aura faintly exuded by immortal cultivators is not something that a group of mortals can compete with, just like killing more people and having more evil qi on his body, as long as he has a fierce look on his face and a look, he can deter ordinary people.

The poetry meeting in the back,It seems that it has nothing to do with talent.,The choice is all based on the preferences of the Oiran.,Concubine Yu is so prominent.,It's a little rare not to be selected.,The result is true.,Soon after a certain figure flashed behind a curtain on the second floor.,A servant girl came out to spread the word.,It's the Oiran lady who chose the black-robed Moyu son.。

In the envious gaze of the others, and the sigh of the wrist, Concubine Yu stepped forward, walking towards the mahogany staircase with her head held high, Han Ming smiled slightly, and also gently raised her feet forward, and slowly followed.

Passing through rows of beautiful maids and some guards with knives, Concubine Yi and Han Ming were taken to a large room, with a large bed two feet long and wide in the middle, and pink curtains hanging down around it, and the four corners of the room were still burning with curling sandalwood, which was quite luxuriously arranged.

On the big bed in the middle, there is a half-leaning and half-lying figure, even through the layers of curtains, you can also see the other party's concave and convex, extremely angry delicate body, and the clothes on the body are only a few strands of translucent silk satin.

Han Ming's face sank a little, it seems that this so-called Oiran Poetry Club, competing for poetry and lyrics with Oiran is just a joke, it is just an immortal cultivator playing the trick of mortals, and he doesn't send a real person out.

A rather beautiful maid walked up slowly, grabbed Han Ming's sleeve, and whispered softly: "Little boy, please come with the slave family, go to the side room, and let your son-in-law talk about poetry with my young lady!"

"Talking about poetry, it's so elegant, why are you in bed?" Han Ming sneered, shook his robe, and pushed the maid on the side away.

"The scholar of Moyu Gongzi's family is so upright and powerful!" Qianying, who was half-leaning on the big boat, slowly stood up, stretched out his slender arm, lifted the curtains, and walked towards this side.

This Oiran walked out of the curtain, revealing all her face, but it was a beautiful woman with a national color and fragrance, her body was half naked, and only two fluttering silks on her chest and waist were blocked, which was very bewitching and provoking.

"Oiran is like this, it's really disappointing!" Concubine Yu looked at the big beauty in front of her, and the curiosity on her face disappeared, replaced by a trace of annoyance.

I finally came to have some interest, visited the secular lantern festival, and was quite looking forward to seeing the famous Oiran, thinking that I could see some talent, personality, etc.

"What does Moyu Gongzi mean by this, is it because of the concubine's ugly appearance? I can't get into the eyes of the son!" The Oiran suddenly wanted to cry when she heard this, and she actually stuck it directly in front of Concubine Yu, Chu Chu said pitifully, but when she was pasted in front of Concubine Yu, it was a sandalwood mouth, spewing out a pink mist, covering Concubine Yu's face.

"It's funny, after so many years, you are the first to see my puppet, but you don't see any interest, but your appearance is also the first person in a hundred years, if you want to cultivate, you can also be merciful with my subordinates and play for a few more years!" Another giggling laugh came from the big bed, and a woman with an ordinary appearance but rather a rather seductive dress walked out from behind the big bed.

The woman walked up to the glazed-eyed concubine, stretched out a finger, dragged the delicate chin of the concubine, and sighed: "It's really good-looking tight, but it's even a little thin, like a woman, if it's stronger, it's great!"

"It's funny, you're going to arrest me and use me as a furnace? Then you have to ask me if this fellow next to me agrees!" The black qi on Concubine Yu's body rolled for a while, slowly opened her eyes, and said with a smile.

"I just agreed, how can you be her Ding Furnace? I haven't heard that two female cultivators can also double cultivate, and your cultivation is higher than her, how can you be her Ding Furnace in the early stage of the Dan Festival!" Han Ming walked up slowly, and with a slight wave of his hand, he directly smashed the Oiran and turned it into pieces, but it was not flesh and blood, and the Oiran with a natural fragrance turned out to be a real puppet.

"Yudan Period!" Seeing this scene, the ordinary female cultivator with that posture was immediately startled, flashed her figure, took a few steps back, looked at Han Ming and Concubine Yi with a solemn face, and asked, "Who are you!"

Han Ming stared at this female cultivator coldly, and said with a smile: "It's really not that the enemy doesn't get together, I swore back then, if I had the chance, but I would take your soul away and regret being a man, but now I didn't expect you to be alive, and gave me this opportunity!" As he spoke, Han Ming slowly took off the Monkey King mask.

Looking at Han Ming's somewhat familiar but unclear face, the female cultivator was a little puzzled, thought for a while, and said: "Who is Your Excellency, but you have recognized the wrong person, the concubine has never offended you in such a knotted period!

"Oh, you can't even remember me, then I'm just to help you think about it, more than 180 years ago, you had a brother, I killed him, and then you chased and killed me for a long time!" Han Ming cracked his mouth, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. I want to talk about "The Second Immortal Fandao" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~