Three days later, outside Yiwu City, eighty miles away from Wolong City. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The city gate under the gray city wall is wide open, and the guards with halberds are routinely checking the people entering and leaving the city gates.

Yu Qiu's trip was extremely low-key, he was dressed in a gray robe, wearing a hat, and he did not carry weapons with his bare hands, and he looked just a powerful mountain villager.

After honestly paying a few copper entrance fees, he entered the city.

Different from Wolong City, this place in Yiwu City is completely the territory of the Amazing Dragon Martial Arts, and there are people from the Amazing Dragon Martial Arts Pavilions inside and out.

In the past, in Wolong City, in addition to the Shocking Dragon Martial Arts Pavilion, there were many other martial arts halls, and it was not the Shocking Dragon Martial Arts Pavilion.

But in Yiwu City, it is the Dragon Martial Arts Hall that covers the sky with one hand, and there are many small martial arts halls in the city, but behind it are actually controlled by the Dragon Martial Arts Hall in secret.

In addition, since the Shocking Dragon Martial Arts Pavilion was recruited by the imperial court and renamed the Holy Dragon Martial Arts Pavilion, the current prefect of Yiwu City also took the initiative to get close to the Holy Dragon Martial Arts Pavilion in private, which can be described as a complicity.

When it came to someone else's territory, Yu Qiu was still not too presumptuous, and he could keep a low profile or try to keep a low profile.

Unlike Wolong City, although it is winter, the streets in Yiwu City are bustling with people, and they are still very lively.

This is the first time Yu Qiu has returned to Yiwu City, and he is naturally unfamiliar with the roads in the city, so he has no choice but to ask questions along the way, constantly asking pedestrians.

Two quarters of an hour later, Yu Qiu went around and around, and finally stood under a torii and found the destination of his trip, the Hundred Lotus Garden.

Unexpectedly, this Hundred Lotus Garden is actually a famous scenic spot in Yiwu City.

Yu Qiu first raised his eyes and looked at the three big characters of 'Hundred Lotus Garden' on the archway above his head, and then turned his face and looked at a small martial arts hall not far from the archway with a plaque of 'Liuhe Boxing'.

Pay more attention, Yu Qiu only walked through the archway and walked towards the Hundred Lotus Garden.

Within two steps, I came to a lake.

As far as the eye can see, I can see that the water surface of this lake is densely packed, and it is very magical to float with green and red lotus leaves, and there is a thin layer of snow on it.

Can there be lotus leaves in winter?

Yu Qiu raised his eyebrows and walked forward.

Directly ahead, a long, wet-bottomed covered bridge leads to the center of the lake, leading all the way to the other side of the lake.

Walking on the covered bridge, Yu Qiu suddenly found that there were quite a lot of visitors in this hundred lotus garden.

They are all some handsome talents, three or three in twos, wrapped in a thick layer of cotton jackets, with white gas in their mouths, coming out in groups to enjoy the snow, some people are holding wine jugs in their hands, sometimes chanting poems against each other, and it is quite interesting to watch.

After Yu Qiu stopped and listened for a while, he didn't feel much meaning, so he immediately stopped staying and went straight to the other side of the lake.

"What a poem!"

"Brother Liu!"

"I'm waiting to admire!"

......

"Huh?"

When Yu Qiucai walked to the pavilion in the center of the lake, he found that there were a lot of people in the pavilion, and the people he saw when he came over just now were all a group of talented scholars.

"Huh?" Yu Qiu was about to bypass the side and continue to move forward, when he suddenly saw a person out of the corner of his eye, and his eyes couldn't help but light up, and he stopped.

"Haha! Such a comparison, it is still Brother Liu's poem, the artistic conception is more appropriate for the word winter wind, Brother Li, you lost, say okay, tomorrow Tianxianglou, you have a treat, see you or leave!"

In the center of the pavilion, there is a beautiful man in the wind of the jade tree, attracting a side eye.

He was wearing a green purple dress, with red lips and white teeth, and his hair tied up with bamboo hairpins.

"Okay, gentleman's word, the horse is hard to chase! Tomorrow I will have a treat." ”

"But, Brother Wuhua, do you really dare to go to Tianxianglou with me......?

There was a scholar opposite the beautiful man, looking at him with a look of metaphor.

"Stop, stop!"

The beautiful man who was called a flowerless man suddenly held his forehead, with a headache on his face, waved his hand and said: "Don't mention her for the time being, come on, continue to compare, I'll think about the topic......"

On the side, Yu Qiu secretly watched for a while, and then decisively used the Qi Lookout technique on this person:

[Object: Tianzhong Wizard (Grade A) - Realm: Congenital]

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Sure enough, he is a master!

Yu Qiu's eyes flashed, and after immediately joining the crowd of onlookers, he started to be an onlooker with great interest.

When he first saw this person wearing a purple long robe, Yu Qiu felt a little strange.

The cold wind in this winter is still very cold, and ordinary people have to at least wear robes outside, and they must wear thick cotton clothes to these weak scholars.

As a result, this person is dressed coolly, not like a strong support, but he doesn't feel cold at all, which shows that this person is a martial artist with deep internal strength.

Sure enough, Yu Qiu probed and found that this person was really a martial artist.

[Object: Unbearable (E-level) - Realm None]

[Object: Ordinary (D-level) - Realm None]

......

Yu Qiu then used the Qi Hope Technique to take a look around, and found that in the entire pavilion, except for the beautiful man without flowers, the rest were all ordinary people.

Yu Qiu suddenly felt a little strange, looking at the appearance of this group of people and Wuhua calling each other brothers, they had obviously known each other for many years, and their feelings were already very deep.

But how could a martial artist in the Innate Realm call a group of ordinary scholars brothers and sisters, and mingle here to hide his identity? Or ......

"Ahh

At this moment, the two palms of Wuhua were closed, and he suddenly pointed to the outside of the pavilion in surprise and said: "The next poem will be based on him!"

"Him?"

Everyone turned around and looked into the distance, only to see a canopy boat on the lake in the distance, and on the bow of the boat sat an old fisherman wearing a hat and a coat, covered with snow!

Hey, it's funny, this fisherman has nothing to do, and he actually comes to fish in winter?

Many scholars came to be interested and discussed.

"Okay, let's make a poem about him. ”

"Hiss~ It's a little hard. ”

"Hmm, let me think about ......"

......

Yu Qiu stood behind, watching a group of scholars begin to meditate one by one, wandering left and right, feeling very bored.

"It's boring. ”

Yu Qiu took one last look at the beautiful man Wuhua, and didn't know what the hell he was doing, so he took a step, passed through the group of scholars, and continued to walk towards the other side of the lake.

"Hey, did you hear that the farmer just said we weren't interesting?"

"Hehe, he knows a fart?"

"That's it, don't bother with that kind of rough person, my poem is almost finished, let me think about it again......"

......

Yu Qiu, who hadn't gone far yet, couldn't help frowning, he didn't expect that the words he was talking to himself just now would be heard.

Say I don't understand?

The corners of Yu Qiu's mouth twitched slightly, and he continued to walk forward quietly.

"Hah! I've got it! Let me ......."

In the pavilion, a person jumped out, and he was about to recite a poem with an excited face.

But almost at the same time, an extremely loud voice suddenly sounded in front of him.

"Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear!"

"Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow!"

After Yu Qiu walked far away, he estimated the distance, suddenly spoke, and recited a song "Jiang Xue" by Liu Zongyuan with full of energy.

The voice was subdued and frustrated, like an axe and a hammer, and it struck heavily in the pavilion behind him, and the hearts of the group of literati who regarded themselves as high-minded.

"Okay, good poetry!"

Wuhua stood in the center of the crowd, and when everyone was still stunned, he was the first to react and let out admiration.

Subsequently, the rest of the people came to their senses, and the voices of admiration were endless.

"That's right!

"Who's that?"

"What do I hear......?"