"What’s wrong with you?"

"nothing."

Lin Yun put away the sword.

I always feel that those three people are a bit weird. When I go out, try to cause less trouble.

Wang Wanqiu nodded, but her spirit became even tighter.

After the flower fairy finished reciting the poem with the people, she announced that the poetry meeting had officially begun.

Some dancers walked onto the stage and danced gracefully with the sound of silk and bamboo orchestrals.

This is the first time Lin Yun has seen such a pure classical dance, and he has been very focused for a while.

Not far away, Dongfang Hongyue's clone was also holding a trace of divine thoughts on Lin Yun. Seeing that he was so interested in other women, he couldn't help but feel angry.

A bunch of vulgar powder, what's the best thing to look at!

Lin Yun's eyelids suddenly blew a few times, but he looked at the woman leading the dance on the stage and didn't take it seriously.

Then play music and then dance!

When Lin Yun came to the Immortal Cultivation World, he hadn't watched the ball well yet. Women in the Immortal Cultivation World are generally very beautiful, but their figures are very despicable, just like Wang Wanqiu next to him, you can pretend to be a man without having to do too much disguise.

It is rare to see a woman with such a despicable figure. What happened to me when I looked at her?

How hard it is to work undercover? It is understandable to decompress it!

Unfortunately, after the song, the fairy changed the flower appeared again.

Lin Yun couldn't help but complain in his heart: "Why do women have to wear veils when they go out? Is this a kind of discrimination against women? Is it really angered that I am so angry that I tremble all over. When will you women stand up?"

Isn’t it a pity to wear a veil all the time? Although I feel that after seeing the true appearance of Fairy Flower, I will probably say that?

But that has to be seen afterwards!

However, the voice of the flower fairy is indeed nice, crisp and pleasant, with the unique cold temperament of the monks in Guanghan Palace, but it does not give people the feeling of being intimate.

"The breeze and bright moon are with you, and the guests are full of good friends. On this beautiful day, the Hanjiang Poetry Festival arrives as scheduled..."

This speech made Lin Yun recall the opening ceremony of his student days.

The taste is a bit turbulent.

Unfortunately, it is not the golden autumn of October, and the fragrance of osmanthus is lingering.

"...There are three themes of this poetry meeting, such as Whispering Spring, Whispering Flowers, and Whispering the Moon. This time, the poem that won the top one will be awarded a limited edition Mingyue Treasure Hairpin from Hanjiang Poetry Club provided by Guanghan Palace. The Mingyue Treasure Hairpin is a top-grade magic weapon refined by Guanghan Palace. It is used to clear the heart and calm the mind. It is the first choice for giving it to your loved ones and expressing your admiration."

Lin Yun: “…”

How could he smell the smell of an advertisement?

Fairy Flower continued to announce the prizes for the second and third place, namely the Yuehua Immortal Clothes (mid-grade magic weapon) and the Buyun Boots (low-grade magic weapon) refined by Guanghan Palace.

In addition, the top ten people can get the Hanjiang Poetry Club Medal. With the medal, they can buy magic weapons, spiritual medicines and other items in Guanghan Palace. They will be discounted for 30% off and will be valid for one year.

The way to decide the winner is very simple. Everyone can participate in the competition. The three judges will appreciate it first and think that they can participate in the competition before they will read it to everyone.

Everyone has a free flower. After that, the price of flowers is ten cents per, which is very cheap. You can buy flowers to help your favorite poems win the championship.

Good guy, Guanghan Palace really knows how to play!

Lin Yun had thought before that, holding poetry meetings every year, and eating and drinking at poetry meetings are free. Isn’t this a bloody loss in Guanghan Palace?

Now he suddenly realized that good guy, these guests may make a fortune, but Guanghan Palace will definitely not lose.

but……

What does this have to do with me, a free party?

I won't buy anything anyway.

"Do you want to try it too?"

When Wang Wanqiu saw that Lin Yun had not started writing before, she knew that Lin Yun probably couldn't write poetry, so she asked casually.

"I'll forget it."

Dongfang Hongyue reminded him to be low-key, and the jealous jar at home is really hard to serve!

Lin Yun thought proudly, but he didn't know that the vinegar jar had already exploded.

If there weren't two other demon lords here, Dongfang Hongyue would arrange it for Lin Yun.

Lin Yun was thinking this when he suddenly heard someone discussing the value of this bright moon treasure hairpin.

The market price is 1,000 taels of gold, and it is not an exaggeration to sell a limited edition of 10,000.

Some people complain that it is not useful and it is not worth the price, and some people respond that it is enough to look good, and the most important thing is the added value.

Ah this...

Lin Yun remembered that she had no money until now. She used Dongfang Hongyue's things and all the clothes she gave her.

After that, I went to Shenxiao Sect, so I had to prepare some money!

Did it!

"I would otherwise feel that it is okay to show my talent in moderation."

"Then you come!"

Everyone has pens and ink in front of their small table, which can be used by themselves.

"What's the question?"

Lin Yun asked while holding paper and pen.

"Spring, flowers, moon."

Wang Wanqiu was speechless and didn't know the question, so she was too careless.

Lin Yun began to think about it.

What poems are written about spring flowers and moon at the same time? Let’s copy just one.

In less than three seconds, Lin Yun had the answer in his mind.

Spring river flowers on a moonlit night.

There are all three elements, and if you come to Jiang and Ye, we can also give you a neat work.

"The spring tides are connected to the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea is full of tides."

After Lin Yun wrote these two sentences, he asked Wang Wanqiu to read them. If someone else wrote them and took them out, it would be embarrassing.

His knowledge reserves are relatively low, so I'm sure Wang Wanqiu is right.

At first, Wang Wanqiu thought Lin Yun was making trouble, but she was still thinking about where to start. She looked at Lin Yun's poem impatiently, and was stunned when she saw it.

Just these two sentences, she felt the wonder.

"So you can write poetry..."

"That's of course, what do you think?"

"I can't tell anything after just a few sentences. You can at least finish writing first."

Wang Wanqiu was thinking that Lin Yun would write a few lines in this poem.

"Okay, then I'll continue."

Since Wang Wanqiu has never seen him, it means there is no problem and you can copy it.

Lin Yun wrote quickly. His brushwork was originally written in a relatively ordinary way. He had practiced some brushwork before, but his hands were not very stable.

But now, he is already a cultivator, and his hands are not shaking. Then he wrote a piece of paper.

Oh, what if I can't write a piece of paper...

Wang Wanqiu was also shocked.

How could he write so quickly? Don’t you have to think about it?

Looking at the artistic conception of the poem again, at the beginning, it depicts the beautiful night view of the spring river. However, when Wang Wanqiu wrote about who first saw the moon by the river and when the moon in the river shines on the first time, he couldn't help but feel moved.

Her thoughts were pulled by the artistic conception of poetry, as if she was walking upstream of the long river of time and saw the first person looking back at the moon by the river.

Life has been endless from generation to generation, and the river and moon look similar every year.

Generations of people are born, old, sick and dead, but this moon is eternal.

So, is this the meaning of our cultivators seeking immortals and asking for Taoism?

Wang Wanqiu's Taoist heart was shaken by this question in the poem, but she quickly strengthened her Taoist heart.

At the same time, a mysterious aura spread from her body. Wang Wanqiu herself was immersed in the epiphany and did not wake up, but everyone else at the Hanjiang Poetry Club felt it.

For a moment, the whole seat was shocked!

Lin Yun: "???"
Chapter completed!