Number One Mole of the Immortal World

“What’s wrong with you?”

“It’s nothing.”

Lin Yun put the sword away.

I always think those three people are a little weird.

Wang Wanqiu nodded, but the spirit is tense.

Then Fairy Maiden Hua finished reading the poem with others and announced that the poem meeting officially began.

Some dancing girls walked onto the stage, dancing lightly and gracefully with the sound of the silk and bamboo orchestra.

It was the first time Lin Yun saw such a pure classical dance, and he watched it very attentively.

Not far away, Dongfang Hongyue’s Avatar also kept a trace of divine thought in Lin Yun’s body. Seeing that he was so interested in other women, his heart became angry.

A bunch of vulgar fans, what’s so good about it!

Lin Yun’s eyelids suddenly jumped a few times, but when he looked towards the plump figure of the woman leading the stage, he didn’t take seriously.

Continue to play music, continue to dance!

When I came to Immortal Cultivation World, Lin Yun hadn’t watched the ball well. The women of Immortal Cultivation World were generally very handsome, but their figures were very sad, just like Wang Wanqiu next to them. You can pretend to be a man without too much disguise.

It’s rare to see a woman with such a figure, what’s wrong with my eyes?

The planted agent works so hard and stressful, it is understandable to decompress it!

Unfortunately, after one song, Fairy Maiden Hua played again.

Lin Yun couldn’t help but complain: “Why do women wear a veil when they go out? Isn’t this a kind of discrimination against women? I’m trembling all over when you are really angry. Stand up!”

Isn’t it a silly appetite to wear the veil all the time, although I think that after seeing the true appearance of Fairy Maiden Hua, most of you will say this?

But then you have to read it!

However, the voice of Fairy Maiden Hua is really nice, crisp and melodious, with the cool temperament unique to Moon Palace cultivator, but it doesn’t give people the feeling of being close.

“The breeze and the moon are accompanied by the bright and bright moon, and the seats are full of friends and friends. On this fine moment and beautiful scene, Hanjiang Poems will come as scheduled…”

This speech made Lin Yun couldn’t help but recall It was the opening ceremony of the school days.

The smell is a bit off.

Unfortunately, it is not the golden autumn and October, and the sweet smell of osmanthus.

“…There are three themes of this poem meeting, Wing Chun, Wing Flower, and Wing Moon. The poems that won this time will receive the limited edition Mingyue Bao from Moon Palace. One hairpin, the bright moon treasure hairpin is a high-grade magical artifact refined by Moon Palace. It has the purpose of clearing the heart and calming the gods. It is the first choice for the beloved and expressing admiration.”

Lin Yun:” ……”

How did he smell an advertisement?

Fairy Maiden Hua continued to announce the second and third prizes, namely Moon Palace Immortal Clothes (middle grade magical artifact) and Low grade magical artifact (low grade magical artifact) refined by Moon Palace.

Apart from this, the top ten can get the Hanjiang Poetry Club Medal. With the Medal, you can purchase magical treasure, spirit medicine and other items at Moon Palace with a 30% discount, valid for one year.

The way to decide the outcome is very simple. Everyone can participate in the competition. After the three judges first appraise it, they feel that they can participate in the competition before reading it to everyone.

Every guest has a free flower. After that, the price of the flower is ten cents apiece, and the price is very cheap. You can buy flowers to help your favorite poem win the first prize.

my god, Moon Palace is really good at playing!

Lin Yun thought before that, if you hold a poem meeting every year, you can eat and drink for free at the poem meeting. Is Moon Palace a blood loss?

Now he suddenly discovered that, my god, these guests may earn blood, but Moon Palace definitely does not lose money.

But…

What does this have to do with me as a prostitute party?

I will not buy anything anyway.

“Would you like to try it?”

Wang Wanqiu Lin Yun didn’t write a pen before, and I knew that Lin Yun probably didn’t write poems, so I asked this question more casually. .

“I’ll leave it alone.”

Dongfang Hongyue reminded him to keep a low profile. The vinegar jar at home is really hard to serve!

Lin Yun thought triumphantly, but she didn’t know that the vinegar jar had been exploded long ago.

If it weren’t for two other Demon Venerables, Dongfang Hongyue would arrange for Lin Yun.

Lin Yun was thinking so, and suddenly heard someone discuss the value of this bright moon treasure hairpin.

The market price is one thousand tael of gold, and the limited edition sells for 10,000 yuan.

Some people complain about it and don’t look good, it’s not worth the price, and some people respond. It’s enough for this thing to look good, and the most important thing is the added value.

Ah, this…

Lin Yun remembered that she didn’t have much money until now. She used Dongfang Hongyue stuff before and she gave her clothes.

After that, I went to Divine Heaven Sect, and I had to prepare some money!

It’s done!

“Otherwise, I think it’s okay to show my talents moderately.”

“Then you come!”

In front of everyone’s small table All pens and inks are available and can be used by themselves.

“What’s the title?”

Lin Yun asked while holding a pen and paper.

“Spring, flowers, moon.”

Wang Wanqiu suddenly became speechless, and he didn’t know the title, so he didn’t care about it.

Lin Yun began to ponder.

Is there any poem that wrote Chun Huayue at the same time? Let’s copy a song casually.

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

Chunjiang flowers and moonlit nights.

Now that the three elements are there, we can also tidy up your life if you come to Jiang He Ye.

“The spring river and the sea are flat, and the sea and the moon are in symbiosis.”

Lin Yun wrote these two sentences, and let Wang Wanqiu take a look. It would be ashamed to take it out.

His knowledge reserves are relatively low. Ask Wang Wanqiu if you are right.

At first, Wang Wanqiu thought that Lin Yun was fooling around. She herself was still wondering where to start. She glanced at Lin Yun’s poems impatiently, and was stunned by this look.

Just these two sentences, she felt wonderful.

“So you can write poems…”

“Of course, what do you think?”

“Just two sentences, I can’t see anything , You can at least finish it first.”

Wang Wanqiu was thinking, Lin Yun will write a few sentences in this poem.

“Okay, then I will continue.”

Since Wang Wanqiu has not seen it, it means there is no problem and you can copy it.

Lin Yun works hard at writing. His calligraphy is relatively ordinary. He has practiced some brushwork before, but his hand is not stable.

But now, he is already an immortal cultivator. He doesn’t panic and his hands don’t shake. At this time, he wrote a piece of paper.

Ah, how can I write it on a piece of paper…

Wang Wanqiu was also stunned.

How can he write so fast? Don’t you need to think about it?

Looking at the artistic conception of the poem again, at first, it depicts the beautiful night scene of the Chunjiang River. However, Wang Wanqiu can’t help but feel a move when he writes about who on the riverbank sees the moon for the first time, and when the moon shines at the beginning of the year.

Her thoughts were drawn by the artistic conception of the poem, as if following the long river of time, she saw the first person looking back at the moon by the river.

Life has been endless from generation to generation, Jiang Yue looks similar every year,

Generations of people are in birth, aging, sickness and death, only this moon is eternal.

So, this is my cultivator, is it the meaning of asking immortals?

Wang Wanqiu’s Dao Heart was shaken by the question in the poem, but she quickly confirmed own Dao Heart.

At the same time, a mysterious breath diffused from her body, Wang Wanqiu himself was immersed in the sudden enlightenment and did not wake up, but the others in the Hanjiang Poetry Club felt it.

For a time, everyone was shocked!

Lin Yun: “???”

I haven’t finished writing yet, are you going to fuck?