I saw that on the oval platform in front of me, behind the crimson light veil, the halo became more and more dazzling, and in the end, it was a little indespisible.

Then, a female figure appeared on the stage, and under the effect of strong light, only her graceful figure could be seen. It's just a black shadow, as for what kind of clothes to wear and what his face looks like, he can't see it clearly with Liu San'er's eyesight, but he can clearly sense the spiritual pressure in the later stage of foundation building.

The female figure slowly circled around the stage, swinging her head incessantly as she walked, obviously scanning the audience.

The hall that was originally a little noisy suddenly fell silent, and even the box on the second floor was silent.

After all, most of the people who come to this wine tasting are Qi cultivators. Some of the foundation building monks wanted to join in the fun, but almost all of them hid their cultivation. Otherwise, there would be more than several empty seats between the Zhuji and Qi cultivators who didn't know each other in the packed hall.

And the Jindan cultivator holds his own identity, that is, he wants to come, and he also wants to change his appearance and hide his breath, if he doesn't sit in the middle of a group of low-level cultivators like this, he will not taste wine, but make trouble for the Dongjia Xiangquan class.

Seeing that the scene was orderly, the female figure bowed deeply to everyone in several directions, cleared her throat and said: "Fellow Daoists, I am Pei Xin, the deputy head of the Xiangquan class, and I will preside over tonight's wine tasting?" What you write will be transmitted to Miss Hu Ling later at the same time. She will discuss the list of finalists with Xiao Zhao Ju of Yubo Nunnery, and if there is any objection, she can also raise it on the spot, and Miss Hu Ling and Xiao Zhao Ju will give you a satisfactory explanation!"

"Shhh

When the cultivators in the field heard the Yubo Nunnery Xiaozhao monk, most of them gasped.

Yubo Nunnery is a sixth-level Buddhist sect in the south of Taiqing Zhai, and it is said that it has a deep relationship with a certain high-level in the Tsing Yi inspection. Xiao Zhao Jushi is one of the two major golden pills of Yubo Nunnery, majoring in the way of killing, and he has entered the middle stage of Jindan at the age of less than two hundred years old, and the avenue can be expected. However, she has a short temper and starts fighting if she doesn't agree with her, but she is undefeated in a one-man battle against three people of the same rank, her strength is strong, and she is proud of the same rank. Most of the foundation building and qi training disciples of Yubo Nunnery dare not be angry in front of her, and if they are not careful, they will get into trouble, and it is common for them to suffer from Xie Pi and Flesh. Externally, it is even more unscrupulous, and because there are high-level inspectors in Yubo Nunnery, no one dares to cherry blossoms in these years.

With such a Jin Dan sitting in the Xiangquan class, tonight's wine tasting will not be able to make a fuss.

The female figure who is the deputy class leader should be very satisfied with the reaction in the field, and said with a smile: "You don't need to think about it, my Xiangquan class is open for business after all, and you are all guests when you come here, you are here to enjoy the wine, appreciate the beauty, and chant poetry." In recent years, Xiao Zhao Jushi has cultivated his self-cultivation, and he has long been judged by the comments in the Chronicles of Scenery. What we are here tonight should be about Miss Hu Ling and her topic, so as not to interfere with our thoughts and leave us with failure. ”

That being said, it's no wonder that it's not affected.

As soon as he heard that the first round was a pair, Liu San'er began to have a big head. Although he worked as an accountant in the dart bureau before his practice, most of them were dealing with numbers, and he didn't have time to pay attention to the kind of things that Confucianism admired in his poems, and he also despised it in his heart, so he never studied it carefully. If the first round asked everyone to make up a story or something, it would have been caught, but now it can only be ...... Resigned to fate.

There is no need to guess, not only will the pair be not too good for the uplink, but I am afraid that there will be a time limit. This made it even more difficult, not only him, but also a large number of people in the field who would have to go to receive Xiangquan wine after the first round.

Miss Hu Ling felt that the previous pair was a little more difficult, and it seemed unfair to some Taoist friends, so this time she made an easy one. After the deputy class leader finished speaking, he cleared his throat again, and finally read out the first round of pairs:

"Rainy eyes look down on wind and dust!"

After that, the deputy head added: "About a stick of incense, please write the next couplet on it before the bronze medal is extinguished, and then write it if you think about it, and every word cannot be changed after it is written." Taoist friends who can't write can consciously leave the scene, and a pot of Xiangquan wine in the Xiangquan class will not be given. ”

As soon as the words fell, the aura in the hall shook violently.

Then, I saw that the bronze medal in everyone's hands lit up with a faint yellow halo at the same time, which was the smooth side, and the upper part of the couplet also appeared on it in black seal.

Although there is Xiao Zhao Jushi in charge, the wine tasting will be just like what the deputy head said, the guests have paid spirit stones to play, and it is not forbidden to talk or anything. As long as she doesn't touch the golden pill mold, she will take the benefits of the Xiangquan class, and she will not be so stupid that she will not listen to a few words and use her means.

As a result, the lobby and the box on the second floor gradually became lively.

"What does it mean?"

"Isn't this rain eye just the eye of the rain, it means that someone is crying, right?"

"Wind and dust, wind and dust, I always feel that there is a story in this, hehe......"

"It's not just a story, I'm afraid it's still a romantic story. ”

"Vulgar, don't say it!"

"Hehe... The old man thought that it should be a Qinglou woman, and the connotation of goodness for the infatuated man to change his life. So it's really hard to get down. ”

"What is the old man doing in Hu Zou? Obviously a Yao sister has done enough in this business, how can there be a man in it?

"Brother Dao, how do you think I hurt my heart about a 'water and wine drink'?"

"Youcai, if I don't use this, brother thinks about one more, and we will enter the next round together!"

"I've managed to come up with this, how are you... How can you write it first!"

......

There was a heated discussion in front of him, but Liu San'er looked at the bronze mirror but was at a loss.

The one on the left is still asleep, and eighty percent is about to give up. The quiet young man on the right secretly wrote a word and stopped for a while, for fear that others would see what he wrote, and after a while, he also wrote three or four words.

The white-haired old man and the two-dressed young man in front of him seemed to be confident and had already moved their fingers.

Suddenly, I felt something, and when I looked back, the Confucian who was also practicing the fourth layer of Qi cultivation looked at him with a smile. Liu San'er was speechless for a while, not knowing what the hell this guy who was talking about the clouds and mountains was doing.

Seeing that Liu San'er ignored him, Confucian Sheng smiled and said, "Daoyou, this pair is not good, right?"

"yes!"

"But I think it's very simple, and it's already written!" said the Confucian smirked again, as if to imply something.

Liu San'er didn't know why, raised his eyebrows, and shook his neck again, he really didn't know how to reply to avoid this seemingly provocation, so he had to say: "It seems that you are not bad!"

"Hey...... Pairs are a piece of cake for me, Daoist friends are not going to leave the scene in disgrace, right?"

Now, Liu San'er finally understood. Confucian wanted to beg him to be a subordinate himself. So if you ask someone for help, you naturally want to give some benefits, thinking of what the person said when they entered the field, the spirit stone is indispensable. He wants to lead himself to ask for help first, so that he can raise the price and knock on a stroke, which is really a good calculation!

Thinking of this, Liu San'er was relieved. It's too difficult for the pair, he can't write the good ones, and the bad ones are afraid of being ridiculed, so he is really ready to leave the scene gloomily, and he must be reckless and no better than him. As long as everyone doesn't stay inside, when they talk about it in the future, they won't fall behind, so they will be satisfied.

But right now, a chattering Confucian suddenly appeared, and he also made it clear that he would seduce himself to Fu Lingshi to pass the first round of passes, if the price is reasonable, Liu San'er will definitely want to pass the test. But he has done a lot of things to cut off his head by someone with his neck stretched, and he can be considered to have found a way. He knew that once he lost the initiative, it was a sure thing to spend more spirit stones, and his own spirit stones were not picked up, so how could they be wasted!

Liu San'er thought about it for a while, and felt that he should still show his disdain for that Hu Ling and take the initiative, so he said: "Daoist friends don't know, I'm here purely to join in the fun, anyway, there is half-price wine to take." Fifty spirit stones are not a loss at all. Uh, by the way, I've never been much interested in good things that can only be seen but not touched!"

"I'll go, fellow Taoists!" Confucian Sheng was slightly excited, and said: "What, Hu Ling's mother-in-law is a pretending to be a coercive to put it bluntly, I have already seen through her, this time I came to the Xiangquan class is just a circle of money, Taoist friends must not be concerned, she is actually dark a long time ago!"

"Oh, it's dark?"

"Hehe... It's dark there, you know!"

"Got it?"

"I'll go, okay, even if I didn't say it! In this way, since Daoist friends and I have similar interests, I will help Daoyou, or just watch Daoyou leave, I really can't bear it!" Seeing that Liu San'er was not enthusiastic and couldn't understand the words, Confucian couldn't bear it and said his purpose.

"So...... Thank you!" Liu San'er knew that he couldn't take the initiative to thank him with spirit stones, that would only bring him a greater loss.

"Ah, that's... That one... Recently, the hands are very tight, and the days have been a little harder, if the Taoist friends can give some spirit stones, they are naturally quick to think in the next, and the pair written out dare not say that they are overwhelming, and they are still playing in the second round, well, there is no suspense, and the Taoist friends think that they ......"

"How much?"

"Fifty pieces of first-order middle grade!"

"That's too much, ten!"

"Ten dollars is too little, at least forty dollars!"

"Hehe, fifteen yuan, what kind of beauty are you really here to see?"

"I only add five yuan at a time, Daoyou is stingy enough, but I like it! Thirty-five, it can't be lower!"

"Damn, who do you like? Twenty-five yuan love to write or not!"

"Let's round it up, thirty dollars!"

"No, it's just twenty-five yuan, don't do a word!"

"Okay, deal!"

Although this price is a little higher than expected, it is better than being kicked out of the Xiangquan class in the first round. Before paying the spirit stone, Liu San'er said first, first out of five yuan, and only after passing the customs can he pay the remaining twenty yuan to Confucianism.

After taking the spirit stone, Confucian was not verbose, he asked for a bronze mirror from Liu San'er's hand, and wrote a sentence directly on it: Wind ears have heard enough of the bird's song

Yo, that's kind of interesting.

Liu San'er savored it, and the more he tasted it, the more he felt that it was a good match.

Seeing that Liu San'er was not as stunned as he imagined, Confucian thought that he was questioned, and immediately said: "Don't worry, this link is absolutely fine!"

"Oh!"

"I'll go, you won't believe me, will you? I'm in the system... You don't understand, in short, I picked out the best products, thanks to the many spirit stones you paid, otherwise I would never give it to you. Confucius was a little excited as he spoke, and his voice was unconsciously raised: "To tell the truth, I also wrote a piece of first-order middle grade, but..."

"Give me one!" The one on Liu San'er's left was asleep, he didn't know when he woke up, and he seemed to listen to part of the conversation between him and Confucius, and coldly threw a piece of first-order middle grade and bronze mirror into Confucius's arms with his backhand, which was quite accurate, and then he actually fell asleep again.

Looking at a piece of spirit stone and bronze mirror in his hand, Confucius's expression became extremely exciting, and he whispered: "I'll go to you... It's really good at cutting off your beard!"

Liu San'er looked at Confucius with a smile, he spent twenty-five yuan of first-order middle grade, and the one on the left only spent one piece, he wanted to see how Confucius was going to explain to himself, or simply not to explain anything.

Confucian quickly gave Liu San'er an explanation. He put away the spirit stone, his brows locked, and then a yin smile appeared on his face, and he quickly completed the next link on the bronze mirror next to Liu San'er, and got up to return the bronze mirror to that person, and patted the shoulder when he sat down, and the smile was even better.

Liu San'er saw what Confucian Sheng wrote on the bronze mirror, and said in his heart, I am afraid that the one on the left will die.

I couldn't breathe, and the field was suddenly enveloped by an incomparable spiritual pressure, and an explosive female cultivator's voice shouted angrily: "The fragrant buttocks don't fall down the gun, who wrote it? Get out of here!

The one on the left was naturally woken up by the roar, and looked at the bronze mirror in his hand with sleepy eyes, which was written on the sentence "The fragrant buttocks rub all the guns and don't fall down", and suddenly he was smart, and his face turned green.