Chapter 1054 Hundred Flowers Club

Luoying Island is suspended in mid-air, and the flowers on the island are blooming. Monks in groups of three or three are passing by, either admiring the scenery or drinking and writing poems. The scene is very lively.

Liang Yan observed carefully for a while and found that the people who came to the island had different levels of cultivation. Some were already in the Golden Core Stage, and some were still in the Foundation Establishment stage, but they were able to drink tea and talk together, and they looked happy.

Ji Lai obviously noticed the curiosity in his eyes, and explained at this time: "This is the Hundred Flowers Club. Regardless of the level of cultivation, the conference only talks about the elegance of literati. You see, some of them compose poems and some compose music, and there are many Confucian scholars among them. The juniors all took this opportunity to ask the seniors for advice."

"I see."

Liang Yan nodded lightly. This was the first time he saw such a grand event, and he was quite curious.

The two of them strolled around the island for a while and found that there were indeed many beautiful female nuns here.

Ji Lai was originally dressed as a scholar, but if he were more serious, he would be quite personable. Along the way, many Confucian female cultivators were attracted by his temperament and came to exchange ideas with him.

Although Ji Lai is a bit cynical, what he has learned is absolutely correct. He seems to be able to compete with these female cultivators by reciting poems and talking about elegant things.

Many female cultivators were very fond of him, and there was no need to say that he was flirting with her.

To Liang Yan's displeasure, he already had a beautiful woman in his heart and had no interest in these so-called Confucian fairies at all. But now he had to stay with Ji Lai, which seemed a bit idle.

Just when he was a little bored, a sound of silk, bamboo and wind music suddenly came from the end of the road ahead. Liang Yan raised his eyes and saw a slim figure in the crowd, holding a long sword and dancing gracefully.

"It seems like someone is doing a sword dance. Listening to this music, the accompanist's skills are not simple!" Ji Lai's eyes lit up, and he seemed to be interested.

While they were talking, the two of them had already arrived at the place where the crowd was standing. On a huge blue rock on the edge of the cliff, there was a female cultivator in white holding a sword of cold light, dancing lightly to the sound of the flute.

This woman is tall and has a beautiful face. In addition, her white clothes are as beautiful as snow, and her face is like frost. From a distance, she looks like a cold pool in the ice and snow, giving people an indestructible cold temperament.

"It turns out to be her!"

After Ji Lai saw this woman, his face showed such an expression.

"Do you recognize this woman?" Liang Yan asked.

"Yes, she is one of the five casual cultivators I told you about before, the 'Ice Mountain Snow Lotus' Mu Hanxue." Ji Lai nodded.

"Oh? In that case, she is also a monk participating in this selection examination?"

"Of course, this woman's cultivation is also at the late stage of the Golden Core Realm, and her strength is definitely not weak!"

Ji came to look at the woman dancing alone on the bluestone, his eyes full of admiration, and then said: "This woman is indeed extraordinary, just like a lotus on the iceberg of eternity, so the "Hundred Fragrances" will not deceive me! "

"Baifangpu?"

Liang Yan was slightly startled when he heard this, and thought to himself, wasn't this written by the unreliable old Confucian scholar he had seen before?

"Hehe, Brother Liang must have never heard of it, right?"

Ji Lai winked at him and said: "This "Hundred Fragrances" was written with great pains by a senior expert from Wushuang City. It lists one hundred beautiful fairies in the entire Antarctic Fairy Continent, and this Mu Han in front of us is Xue is on the list, ranked ninety-sixth in the "Baifang Pu"!"

"It seems that you are very familiar with that book of hundreds of fragrances." Liang Yan said teasingly.

"I was lucky enough to read one or two of them back then, but it's a pity that most of the fairies on the list are highly cultivated, while Ji's luck is shallow. Except for Mu Hanxue in front of me, I have never seen anyone in person before." Ji Lai sighed with regret. He said with a breath.

Just as the two of them were talking, the song in front of them had ended. Liang Yan turned around and realized that the person playing the flute was a middle-aged man in a wide robe and long sleeves.

This man was short in stature and had a thin face. He was wearing an old set of gray and white robes. He was sitting cross-legged on another bluestone on the edge of the cliff and slowly put a long flute into the storage ring.

"Mr. Situ, how does Han Xue dance to this song?"

Mu Hanxue also stopped her sword dance at this time and stood on the bluestone, cupping her hands and asking.

"As graceful as a startled giant, as graceful as a swimming dragon, when it moves, it is like the waves in the blue sea, when it is still, it is like the ancient pine trees in the Cangshan Mountains, when it is urgent, it is like thousands of troops and horses, when it is slow, it is like the trickle of a chandelier. Listening to the dance of the snow sword, I can be danced to such an extent by you. , it can be considered extremely rare." The middle-aged man said slowly.

Mu Hanxue's eyes lit up when she heard this, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Situ. Actually, Han Xue came to Baihua Club this time just to meet Mr."

"I'm a rotten scholar, what's there to see?" The middle-aged man shook his head and said with a somewhat self-deprecating smile.

"Sir, you are being too modest. Who among those who come to take part in the selection test this time does not know the name of Situ Kuangsheng? As soon as the flying sword comes out, sir, I am afraid that no one among the candidates this time will be able to block your move."

"My broken sword is not worth mentioning. If you don't have anything else to do, girl, I'll leave first." Situ Kuangsheng said and stood up from the bluestone, turned around and was about to leave.

"Mr. Situ, please wait!"

Mu Hanxue hurriedly called out to the other party, then with a solemn expression on her face, she raised her hands and said, "Hanxue is here to sincerely invite you, sir, to form a team with me and participate in this selection assessment in Wushuang City."

As soon as she said this, Liang Yan and Ji Lai looked at each other, and a thought came to their minds at the same time:

"It turns out that Mu Hanxue is also here to find allies!"

At least half of the cultivators who were watching at this time came to attend the Hundred Flowers Party because they admired Mu Hanxue's name. Now that they heard that the ice and snow fairy they had longed for had openly invited others to form a team, I feel a little bit tasteful in my heart.

"I don't know what kind of luck this person got, but Fairy Mu actually invited me! I think he's already happy. Why don't you agree quickly?" A man in white murmured in a low voice.

As soon as he spoke, someone next to him yelled: "Don't talk nonsense. I am a talented monk from the Situ family. With your cultivation in the foundation stage, if you anger others, I'm afraid they will kill you with just one look." !”

"I didn't say anything, it was just pure envy."

While the onlookers were whispering, Situ Kuangsheng on the bluestone was not moved at all. At this time, he didn't even turn his head and just said lightly:

"I don't like noisy, so I won't team up with anyone for this assessment. Just relying on the sword in my hand is enough! Girl, farewell!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man flicked his sleeves and turned into a rainbow, running towards the outside of Luoying Island.

Everyone present did not expect that he would refuse so simply. At this time, many people were stunned, and it was obvious that they had not recovered yet.

And Mu Hanxue's face was as cold as ice. She was originally known as the "Ice Mountain Snow Lotus", but now she was like ten thousand years of ice, making people want to stay away from this woman involuntarily.

"snort!"

After a long time, I heard her snort coldly, and like Baili Kuangsheng, she turned into a rainbow and left Luoying Island.

"Just let her go?"

Liang Yan looked at Ji Lai next to him, and said with a half-smile, "Don't you want to find an ally? This Fairy Mu is so stunning, and now she is looking for someone to form a team. With your personality, you can't join." invite?"

"Brother Liang, what you said is wrong!" Ji Lai said seriously: "We are here to find allies this time, not to be a couple. Although Mu Hanxue is beautiful, she is in the top five He is only ranked third among the casual cultivators, and his strength is far inferior to that of the 'South China Sea Swordsman'. Of course when we select people, we must find the strongest ones."

"Huh?"

Liang Yan looked at Ji Lai in surprise, and then teased: "So you are not someone who can't walk after seeing a beautiful fairy!"

"Brother Liang is joking!" Ji Lai, who also knew his usual personality, chuckled and continued: "That Situ Kuangsheng is also a swordsman. It is said that his strength is unpredictable, but his personality is unruly. Even the monks from the same clan as the Situ family are not in harmony."

"I see. It seems that this person is unlikely to agree to someone else's request to form a team."

Liang Yan looked at the direction Situ Kuangsheng was leaving and narrowed his eyes.

Just now, he could not sense this person's swordsmanship. If Mu Hanxue and Ji Lai hadn't said that he was a swordsman, Liang Yan might not have believed it.

"Interesting. This person is really good at hiding his clumsiness. In this selection and assessment, if you have the opportunity, you can try his methods."

As Situ Kuangsheng and Mu Hanxue left one after another, the monks watching nearby felt dull and began to retreat. The originally bustling cliff became deserted in an instant.

"Luoying Island is so big, where can we find Cang Yueming?" Liang Yan looked at the surrounding mountain roads and suddenly asked.

"It's very simple! Cang Yueming likes to be lively and pushy."

Ji Lai pointed to the top of the mountain, smiled and said, "So we just need to go to the place with the highest terrain and the most people and wait for him to appear."

"It seems that you have figured out this person's character. If so, let's go."

Liang Yan responded lightly. He was no longer interested in the flirtatious and romantic affairs along the way. He just wanted to find the South China Sea Swordsman quickly and leave here.

The two of them walked up the mountain road, and after half a stick of incense, they arrived at the top of the mountain. They saw hundreds of monks surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside. They all looked at the two stone pillars in the middle. From time to time, They also exchanged a few words with each other.

Liang Yan looked intently and saw two natural rocks standing in the middle of the top of the mountain, more than ten feet high, like two roof beams stuck upside down on the ground.

Among them, the stone pillar on the left has a line of words inscribed on it, which is exactly: "The sea is boundless and the sky is a cliff!"

The stone pillar on the right is blank, with no writing on it.

Most of the people watching were Confucian scribes. At this moment, some were whispering to each other, some were closing their eyes and meditating, and some were shaking their heads and singing softly. They all seemed to be thinking hard.

When Liang Yan and Ji came here, they were a little confused, so they randomly asked a scribe.

The scribe seemed a little dissatisfied with his thoughts being interrupted, but after he saw clearly the cultivation levels of Liang Yan and Ji Lai, he still said patiently:

"This is the first couplet left by True Monarch Sanhua on Luoying Island. Any scholar who comes here can use it to make objections. However, only verses approved by Shizhu will remain on it. If the words are not correct, the handwriting will It won’t show up at all.”

"If someone writes the second couplet, Sanhua layman will not only invite the other person to have tea and discuss Taoism, but also reward him with a treasure."

"There is such a thing!" Ji Lai was slightly startled when he heard this, and then shouted: "As far as I know, Zhenjun Sanhua has an extremely beautiful face. The senior in Wushuang City originally wanted to include her in the "Hundred Flowers Book" Yes, it’s a pity that after being threatened by this woman, I didn’t include her name in the end. How can this pair of people who wrote the second couplet be able to drink tea and discuss Taoism with her?”

"Isn't it?" The scribe raised his eyebrows with a longing look on his face, and then said: "If I can have a drink with Senior Sanhua, even if there is no such treasure, I will be willing to do so!"

While several people were talking, they suddenly heard a voice from the crowd shouting:

"Go and go!"

Liang Yan turned around and saw a man in black robe stepping out of the crowd, flying in the air, and reaching the top of the stone pillar on the right in a few leaps.

This man was full of confidence, holding a thick wolf-hair pen in his hand, and laughed and said:

"Everyone, this second couplet will be written by Chu!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he started writing on the stone pillar. The first word he saw was "Moon". The handwriting was neat and three-quarters deep into the stone. It looked like he was quite accomplished in calligraphy.

Seeing that the first word he wrote did not disappear, everyone couldn't help but calm down and wait with bated breath.

The man in black robe was obviously very proud. At this moment, he changed his pen and wanted to write a second word on the stone pillar.

However, after he finished writing, he could no longer write. There seemed to be an invisible force on the surface of the stone pillar, making it impossible to hold the pen.

Everyone was watching attentively at this time, but they saw that the man in black robe was pale, sweating profusely, and the hand holding the pen was trembling in mid-air. They naturally guessed what happened.

Sure enough, the next moment the man in black robe was bounced off by a burst of white light, and the word "moon" he had written on the stone pillar disappeared without a trace, leaving no trace.

"Haha, I thought this person was amazingly talented, but I didn't expect that he was just trying to impress people!"

Around the stone pillar, people immediately began to mock mercilessly, while others laughed and echoed in a very sarcastic tone.

The man in black robe also knew that he had been completely embarrassed. How arrogant he was at the beginning, now he was so embarrassed. At this time, he didn't even dare to look back and hurriedly walked down the mountain.

After he left, the crowd on the top of the mountain became more cautious. No one dared to go up and write poems rashly, for fear that they would follow in that man's footsteps and be ridiculed by other scribes.

These people were all thinking hard in place, as if they would never go on stage unless they came up with a flawless second line.

After half a cup of tea, I suddenly heard a woman's voice saying weakly:

"Let me try."

After hearing this, everyone turned around and saw a petite and cute woman in green willow-colored clothes stepping out of the crowd and coming to the stone pillar on the right.

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