For Ye Xingyuan, no matter what Zhang Gongzi thought, he was sure to participate in the Oiran Conference, because the effect of the wheel beads was too attractive.

Ye Xingyuan has checked the Fu Zhi, in recent decades, all the scholars who have won the first place in the Oiran Contest and have been able to temper their bodies with the wheel beads, except for the two who died young and ill-fated, all the others have passed the merit of lifting people or more.

This is a miracle in the imperial examination avenue, where thousands of troops are crowded into single-plank bridges and the acceptance rate is very low. Ye Xingyuan guessed that the main reason may be that the scholars who won the Oiran Conference themselves have a good foundation, but the amplification effect of the wheel beads cannot be ignored.

If you really encounter a project that blinds you, then you will give up, just like buying a lottery ticket, and that's it.

As for Zhang Gongzi's threat, Ye Xingyuan didn't care at all. Ouyang Ziyu still has to follow to join in the fun, with this Shushan faction female sword immortal to protect herself, is she still afraid of Zhang Gongzi's threat?

However, there are three gangs of heroes, and no one is an all-rounder, and the Oiran Conference is all participated in as a team. Ye Xingyuan had a little headache when he thought of this, and now there are only two companions who have taken the initiative to come over, one is Cousin Lu who has low eyes, and the other is Ouyang Ziyu, who has big eyes and no brains.

What does Ye Xingyuan think, how do he think that these two are like pig teammates, unless there is a sword competition, he really can't think of any use for these two teammates. It's a pity that his connections are thin, and he can't find anyone else, so he can only use these two to make up the numbers, and someone is better than no one.

Ye Xingyuan carefully studied the checkpoints over the years, the common ones are the four skills, chess, calligraphy, painting, and the more difficult ones are the six arts of the gentleman, but the rare way of archery and royalty has not been tested for many years.

After all, the Qinglou woman herself has limited knowledge, no matter how high the Oiran is touted, it is just like that, it is nothing more than spinning in the small pattern of wind and snow.

Among these projects, Ye Xingyuan is most sure of calligraphy and arithmetic, not to mention calligraphy. In terms of arithmetic, although he was a liberal arts student in his previous life, he was able to memorize the ninety-nine multiplication table and cope with today's ordinary people's math exam questions without any pressure.

The rest of the items are not something that can be mastered in a while, but fortunately, the overall level of competitors is not too strong. After all, it's just a prefecture, and at most a few other places in the province are young people under the age of twenty-five, how many outstanding talents can emerge?

If you're lucky, you'll be able to pass the calligraphy and arithmetic exam, and if you're unlucky, you'll go home. Ye Xingyuan held the spirit of focusing on participation, while studying carefully, while patiently waiting for the arrival of the Oiran Conference. Unknowingly, in the middle of August, the Qinghe River in Hangang Province is becoming more and more lively day by day.

The election of the Oiran does not officially begin until the second day after the Mid-Autumn Festival and lasts for five to ten days, and before that, the painting boats of beauties from all over the world gather on the Qinghe River, and there are naturally many warm-up activities.

Tang Shiyan and the others had already dragged Ye Xingyuan to see the excitement a few times, and a romantic and talented man like him, who was known as a celebrity, was the time to eat like a fish in water. However, it is said that it is not until the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival that the Qinghe River has the grand occasion of the fire trees and silver flowers that never sleep.

Since he is in Fucheng, it is rare to have such a grand event, and it is the Mid-Autumn Festival, Ye Xingyuan is also quite moved, and wants to follow Tang Shiyan to see the beauties of various places up close. However, in the end, on the evening of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the two people who traveled with Ye Xingyuan became Ouyang Ziyu and Lu Wei's cousins

Miss Ouyang also heard about the grand occasion of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and she was full of interest, directly blocked the entrance of Fuxue Street, called Ye Xingyuan to come out, and went to Qinghe to see the scenery together, and enjoyed the Mid-Autumn moonlight, which was called "reconnaissance of the enemy".

Lu Wei has been Ye Xingyuan's follower recently, and Ouyang Ziyu has appeared, and he is even more diligent, and he has to follow him, and he refuses to leave an inch.

Helpless, Ye Xingyuan had no choice but to take these two people and swim along the Qinghe River at will, only to see the painting boats endlessly along the way, almost blocking the Qinghe River. The lively crowd on the riverbank is also shoulder to shoulder, bustling. The moonlight, lanterns, and fireworks shine brightly in the sky, and it is indeed a day that never sleeps.

"It turns out that this Oiran conference is so lively. "Ouyang Ziyu has been cultivating immortals in the mountains since she was a child, and she is used to cold days, even if she goes home to visit relatives, she lives in a simple place, and it is rare to see such a prosperous scene. couldn't help but widen his dark eyes with curiosity and looked around.

Lu Wei wanted to show off his knowledge in front of Ouyang Ziyu, and hurriedly interjected: "This year is not the top, three years ago, the Oiran and the burly girl from the five southeastern provinces deigned to come here, which caused thousands of empty alleys, and the water on the Baihua Embankment was impassable."

I relied on my young age and short stature to get through the gap in the crowd, and just as the Biwu girl came out to thank the guests, I glanced at her beautiful face and moonlight, and felt numb. When I woke up again, I was already squeezed into the water, surrounded by the lost headscarves and shoes of others floating in the water, that was called lively!"

He was not ashamed, but proud and triumphant. Ye Xingyuan glanced at him, this kid was only less than thirteen years old three years ago, right? In order to take a few glances at a famous beauty, he was willing to fall into the water, such lustful?

While he was talking, there was another uproar in the crowd, and someone shouted, "There is a five-colored boat coming from the west, it should be Miss Qiong from the provincial capital!"

Someone else rejoiced: "Miss Qiong only lost Erhua last year, and I thought she would not come this year." If you don't think of coming again, there will be a way to win, and this year will be lively!"

The flow of people was turbulent and they all went to the river, and Ye Xingyuan was unsteady on his feet, so he could only move slowly with the current. Ouyang Ziyu was anxious, stepped on his feet and looked into the distance, he couldn't see it really, and said anxiously: "I can't see it clearly here, we will also go to the Baihua Embankment!"

The open surface of the Qinghe River is in the southeast of Fucheng, because the water potential becomes larger, it is easy to have floods during the spring flood. In the past, there was a famous eunuch, built a water conservancy, built a long causeway, and because of the golden autumn Oiran event, took the elegant name of "Hundred Flowers Embankment".

This embankment restricts the river from flowing eastward and joins the Han River, and since then the Qing River has ceased to be flooded, and the people of the Han River have benefited from it. On weekdays, hundreds of flowers bloom on the embankment, which is a scene of the city, and when the golden autumn comes, the painting boats gather on the river, and it is the best viewing platform.

It's rare to come, even if Ye Xingyuan doesn't like this kind of crowded scene, but it's not good to move against the current, so he separated the crowd with Ouyang Ziyu and slowly moved towards the Baihua Causeway with difficulty.

It was a mile away, but in this case it was a quarter of an hour, and the night was getting darker, but the flow of people showed no sign of abating.

The Baihua Embankment is crowded with people, although it is not really immobile, but the gap between people is also very small. Thanks to Ouyang Ziyu's magical power in his hand, his body was like a swimming fish, and he secretly released his sword qi all the way through, and the people around him staggered, and finally succeeded in squeezing into the depths of the Baihua Embankment.

In fact, there is a small slope of Baihua Embankment, which enters the depths of the river and gradually rises to a higher level. Not only is it high and far away, but it is close to the painting boat, and the faces of the people on the boat can be seen clearly. Now though it is night, it is still as bright as day, but whenever a beautiful woman comes out of the cabin, it will attract a burst of cheers.

Ouyang Ziyu only felt that her eyes were not enough, and she kept looking around. Lu Wei was also like a fish in water, probing his brain, if Ye Xingyuan hadn't stopped him several times, he was afraid that he would have to swim under the water again.

"The front seems to be more empty!" Ouyang Ziyu's eyes were sharp, and he saw a black wooden fence at the end of the Baihua Embankment not far away, and behind the fence, there seemed to be an open space, pointing and saying, "Let's go there!"

She used her sword qi to push away the crowd and walked forward, but Lu Wei was startled, and hurriedly grabbed Ye Xingyuan, "Cousin, the front is the Old Niangniang Temple, but you can't go!"

Ye Xingyuan is not from Fucheng, but he has never heard of this name, so he looked at his cousin suspiciously, waiting for him to explain.

Lu Wei hurriedly pulled Ye Xingyuan to catch up with Ouyang Ziyu, and then said: "You can't go here, the front is a temple dedicated to the immortal lady, this great immortal is very effective in my mansion city, there are many miracles, and the incense is endless."

This lady is a little taboo, even if it is the day of the selection of Oiran, the temple is not allowed to set foot in, you see the people in the house, none of them dare to take a step beyond the thunder pool. ”

When I got closer, I could see clearly, and sure enough, the crowd was quite conscious, with the black wood fence as the boundary, divided into two heavens. The exhibition was crowded with outsiders, but the fence was empty.

Ouyang Ziyu probe reached in and took a look, inside was a small wooden temple, covering a small area, there was a vacant land in front of the temple, it was only a few zhang square, the open space was green grass, and there was a big stone crooked on the side.

She thought for a moment and said with a smile: "It's just a use of the empty space in front of me, I think this old lady won't mind, how can the gods care about such a trivial matter, you mortals are just false rumors and superstitions." Let's go in, bow down to the statue, and say hello. ”

As a female sword immortal, a real god may make Ouyang Ziyu jealous, but this kind of pseudo-god produced by mortal superstition, Ouyang Ziyu doesn't have much respect.

As soon as he said it, Ouyang Ziyu lightly touched his toes, deftly flew over the fence, and went straight to the temple. Lu Wei's frightened face turned pale, and he looked at Ye Xingyuan as if asking for help.

Ye Xingyuan said helplessly: "Look at what use I am, I'm in, let's follow up and see, don't let her cause any trouble." ”

Ye Xingyuan is a scholar, he respects the destiny of heaven, and he doesn't care too much about strange forces. Whether it is to the gods or the fox spirits, he has a calm attitude in his heart, not to mention awe, let alone this kind of earth god or pseudo-god.

But he won't be like Ouyang Ziyu to cause trouble, this eldest lady has a bad temper, God knows what she will do in the temple?

He and Lu Wei walked through the fence and entered the small temple, and saw Ouyang Ziyu staring at the statue in the middle, and sighed, "This old lady is also good-looking, but I don't know how the statue is shaped, and she has a little charm." ”

There is only one shrine in the small temple, dedicated to a female deity, the statue has exquisite brushwork, delicate fit, spring color, fair complexion, and looks very beautiful. Lu Wei lowered his head and couldn't help laughing, but he didn't dare to make a mistake in the temple, so he didn't talk nonsense after all.

After saying hello to the old lady, we went to the open space to see the painting boat. Ye Xingyuan was afraid that Ouyang Ziyu would say something disrespectful again, so he quickly grabbed her sleeve and turned around to go out.

Ouyang Ziyu was elated, she pointed to the big stone in the grass outside the small temple, "Let's stand up and take a look!"

Lu Wei was so frightened that his soul flew away, and he hurriedly came to stop him again, "This is really unacceptable, this is the Immortal Niangniang Wangfu Stone, the legend is that the Immortal Niangniang is chaste, and Yunying has never been married, whoever stands on that stone is her husband!"

Ouyang Ziyu thought it was funny and laughed, "The old lady is so good-looking, Ye Xingyuan, do you want to marry a fairy as a wife?"

Before the words fell, she suddenly stretched out her hand to support Ye Xingyuan's waist, Ye Xingyuan was caught off guard, only to feel that his body flew up like a cloud, turned a somersault in the air, and sat down steadily on the so-called Immortal Niangniang Wangfu Stone.

Ye Xingyuan knew that Ouyang Ziyu was narrow, and shook his head with a wry smile. When he looked back, he saw Lu Wei looking at him dumbfounded, his face was afraid and embarrassed, and he couldn't say what he wanted to say but stuck in his throat.

Ye Xingyuan was puzzled in his heart, and turned his head to look in the direction of Lu Wei's gaze, only to see a hazy cloud shadow appear in the night sky. In the shadow of the clouds, a woman with a body like a mountain and a face like a disc was looking at herself tenderly, grinning, revealing a bloody mouth