Different from the crowds of people in the Zuixian Building, the West Lake at dusk is a little deserted.

The afterglow of the setting sun reflects the orange of the lake, and occasionally a waterfowl flies low and hovers low on the surface of the river, and from time to time it makes one or two loud short whines, which adds a bit of solemnity to the atmosphere!

The giant boat of Yipintang, above the deck, the atmosphere is a little heavy.

Everyone in Yipintang only knows that the silver-faced man in front of him has reached the pinnacle of martial arts, and he is an elder in the hall during the period of the first emperor. This person is too mysterious, even Helian Tieshu has never seen his true face.

But the more so, the more unfathomable he became. Although Helian Tieshu is nominally the supreme commander of Yipintang, when it comes to the critical moment, it is still this person who has the idea.

The blades in everyone's hands flickered with cold light in the afterglow of the setting sun, but they didn't dare to make a sound in front of this silver-faced man.

Suddenly, a white dove swept over the sky.

Seeing that he was about to fly away, a black shadow suddenly broke through the clouds and swooped towards the white pigeon.

When everyone heard the sound, they found that the black shadow turned out to be an eagle.

When the crisis came, the white pigeon instinctively flashed to the side, but the eagle spun around, stretched out its claws, and easily grabbed it.

The white dove only had time to let out a short mournful whine before it ran out of breath.

Soon, everyone saw the eagle grab the white dove and rush towards the deck.

It was the surprise that he saw the silver-faced man stretch out his right arm, and the eagle's wings flapped and slowly fell, and his claws grabbed the silver-faced man's sleeves and lowered his wings.

This eagle is tall, and with the power of falling, it is afraid that it weighs a hundred catties, but the arm of this silver-faced man does not shake at all, which shows that his arm strength is terrifying.

Only then did everyone think of the other identity of the silver-faced man in Yipintang--the Inspector! Thinking about the eagle hiding in the clouds all the time, staring at the every move of himself and the others, they felt a chill in their hearts. This kind of means immediately shocked a group of unruly people, and it was the most arrogant Yagyu Ichiro, who also lowered his eyebrows at this time.

The silver-faced man stretched out his hand and stroked the eagle's back a few times, his eyes fell on a bamboo tube tied to the pigeon's feet, and he snorted coldly: "It's this Red Leaf Zhai again!"

As he spoke, he turned to Helian Tieshu and asked, "How are things going?"

Helian Tieshu's face turned whole, and he said respectfully: "Elder Huizun, it has been confirmed that the thing is hidden in Wuxi Nanchan Temple." Saying that, he handed another letter to the silver-faced man, and said with a smile: "At the end of the letter, Zhao Kuangyin personally drew a charge, and there should be no fake." ”

The silver-faced man took the letter and glanced at it, and said with a long smile: "Okay! Explore the temple as soon as possible, the longer you stay, the easier it will be to have accidents!"

Helian Tieshu is also a scheming person, and he can make it clear at one point: "Understand! Respect the elder, don't worry, you can do it in two days at most!"

The silver-faced man looked up to the sky and said with a long smile: "This is very good, Song Taizu is wise and bright, but this matter is not very glorious, and now it is even cheaper for me to wait, haha!"

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Drunken Immortal Building, at this time, it was full of people.

The organizer of the Tianxiang Poetry Club is an old man surnamed Cui, who is introducing the students who participated in the competition at this time.

"Ah, is Young Master Wei Chi also here to participate in the competition?" Suddenly, a yin and yang strange voice came out.

There was a burst of laughter in the crowd.

When the emperor looked up, they saw a man like black iron squeezing into the crowd, and couldn't help but pause.

"The old man has seen Young Master Yu Chi. The old man surnamed Cui smiled and respectfully saluted him.

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say! Which one of the three is squeezing your grandfather just now, what's the matter, I can't participate in this poetry meeting!" As he spoke, the black charcoal face pulled out the sword he was carrying with him, and gestured in the direction where the voice came from just now.

Everyone was silent for a while, and the name of Perak Hall shook Qiantang, and these poor students were also very powerful, who dared to come up and talk.

The old man surnamed Cui was afraid that this fool would really start with people, so he hurriedly walked up, snorted, and said with a smile: "Where is the big one, tonight here will be a friend, but anyone who has a skill can participate!"

Wei Chi Liancheng snorted, and then stood with his sword in his hand, standing aside, but his hand touched the silver tube on the cuff from time to time.

"Emperor Fu Hero, let's go in and take a look!" Murong Xihua said with a smile.

It didn't matter if the emperor died, seeing that the girls were all yearning, he nodded.

Haitang muttered a few times in the ear of the old man surnamed Cui, and then saw the old man greet him, and said to Murong Xihua with a gentle face: "Young man, not bad." I don't know what to call it?"

"Murong Xihua, this is the emperor's death!" Murong Xihua said with a smile.

"Murong cherishes flowers, Lingtang is Lord Murong Hui, a monk of Shuangnan, disrespectful and disrespectful!" Cui Lao praised again and again, as for the origin of the emperor's death, he had long forgotten it.

"Cherish the playboy?" A few students who came from the capital couldn't help but call out when they heard Murong Xihua's name.

For a while, everyone was talking about it, and privately talked about the anecdotes of the playboy with relish.

Seeing that he became the focus of everyone's attention as soon as he opened his mouth, Huangfu pouted helplessly.

Murong Xihua held the bone fan in his hand, and he was proud in his heart.

A group of talented people present were all secretly annoyed, revealing a strong fighting spirit, as if they wanted to compete with him immediately.

Even Wei Chi Liancheng, who stood out from the crowd, glared at him a few times with unhappiness.

Soon, the old man surnamed Cui finished introducing the talents who participated in the poetry meeting, stepped forward, and struck the gong in the middle of the lobby.

The entire Drunken Immortal Building fell silent all of a sudden.

The old man surnamed Cui smiled with satisfaction and shouted, "The poetry meeting begins!"

Huangfu obviously didn't mean to participate in it, and sat on the side with the three daughters of Liuli to talk and laugh, tasting various flavors and delicacies, occasionally taking a sip, but also leisurely. Occasionally, he points fingers at the talents in the field, and he is also presentable. In his previous life, he had a deep study of ancient books, and although he didn't say how good his writing was, he was by no means a mediocre talent.

Murong cherishes the origins of the Hua family, and after the Dafa of Ecstasy is successful, every move can affect people's hearts, and at this time, there are many polemics, couplets, poems, calligraphy and paintings, all of which are dominant.

Wei Chi Liancheng was obviously prepared, and the scroll in the silver tube of the cuff had already been secretly taken out, and everyone couldn't see that he was cheating, but they didn't dare to expose it in person. It's just that although he is prepared, compared with Murong Xihua's true talent, it is a little dwarfed.

Soon, he was defeated.

With a turn of his eyes, he suddenly saw a few people who were in the group of Huangfu who were with Murong Xihua just now, and walked over.

Huangfu Yan was commenting on one of the poems with the women, when he heard a crepe voice from behind: "Where don't you meet in life, why don't you go to the competition!"

Huang Fu Yan looked back and saw that it was the black-faced man just now, and he felt a little funny when he heard that he was half-indecent.

Yu Chi Liancheng saw the appearance of the third girl clearly at this time, and couldn't help but fall for it, and said in surprise: "Who are these young ladies? Sure enough, they are peerless beauties, no wonder you don't want to compete!"

Huangfu Yan smiled slightly, and said: "Yu Chi Gongzi said that he laughed, in the next introduction of the rivers and lakes, where will these crepe things happen!"

Wei Chi Liancheng's eyes lit up, and he shouted that he had met his lifelong confidant, sat next to Fang Ling familiarly, and snorted: "Isn't it, if it weren't for the sake of meeting that first talented girl, Lao Tzu wouldn't be angry with this nest!"

Huangfu smiled and saw that he was a little straightforward, and he had a good impression.

Yu Chi Liancheng glanced at Huangfu Yan, and saw Liuli and Hestia sitting next to him left and right, with a somewhat intimate attitude, his eyes rolled, and he smiled: "Brother is so blessed!"

Huangfu Yan smiled embarrassedly, and then listened to him continue: "What is the origin of that little white face with you!"

This time it was Fang Ling's turn to be unhappy, she pouted, and said coquettishly: "Who do you say is the little white face, black charcoal face!"