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Time flies, and the years are like flowing. This year, Fang Zhengzhen is fifteen years old!

Huaian County is located in Xinhe Prefecture in the north. A tributary of Xinhe River in the county town crosses through, marking the ancient city a north-south road, and also opening up a water transportation route, making this ancient city a prosperous commercial area in the northern desert.

The breeze blows and the sun is shining.

Several pleasure boats on the Xin River came with the wind, drawing several silk-smooth water lines on the river surface.

Only three days have passed before the two-year Taoist examination. Xinhe Prefecture set up an examination room in Huaian County, which has also caused talented men and beautiful women from all over the world to gather on the banks of the Xinhe River.

The green willows are light, and a square high platform with a bright red carpet occupy the most beautiful viewing platform in Xinhe with graceful posture. The platform is decorated with lights, colorful clothes and flowers are covered with flowers.

In March, flowers bloom.

According to previous years' practice, before the DaoDian exam begins, a grand event of talented men and beautiful women will be held in advance, and celebrities from all over the world will also invite them to watch and enjoy the beauty.

Named, Hundred Flowers Cultural Association!

"roar!"

A low beast roar sounded, but it did not attract much attention. After all, the technology of raising ferocious beasts has long been matured in some large families over the years.

"Young Master, there are many dragons and snakes here, and you are even stealing and hiding. With your talent, you don't need to go to this meeting at all!"

A man with a burly face and a burly figure straddled a "Three-eyed Red Flame Tiger" with red and white fur all over his body, a thin mouth cracked from his forehead, and a red flame swung his tail. He asked softly at a young man in blue and white uniform in front of him, with an extremely respectful expression.

The young man in the Chinese clothing slowly looked up at the plaque with four big characters "Hundred Flowers Wenhui" hanging in front of him. His steps paused slightly, and his expression was extremely cold.

"When I went out, my grandfather told me to act according to etiquette!" After a young man in gorgeous clothes said lightly, he walked straight forward.

The burly man didn't dare to talk more, but just jumped off the Sanqing Red Flame Tiger quickly, and then followed the young man in the Chinese clothing toward the Cuiyufang.

The Three-eyed Red Flame Tiger roared, jumped to a beast platform at the door, and gently leaned down. Around the Three-eyed Red Flame Tiger, there were various ferocious beasts crouching.

The young man in the gorgeous clothes did not walk fast, but walked straight down the high platform of the Baihua Wenhui Association. While walking, he slowly took out a golden bone, silver silk paper fan from his arms. He raised it gently, and a picture of ink paintings of mountains and rivers was displayed.

Several young men in brocade clothes who were laughing and talking under the high platform were stunned when they saw the young man in gorgeous clothes. Then, their eyes were frozen on the golden bones and silver silk paper fan, and their faces were full of horror.

They all bypassed and let them sit.

The young man in the gorgeous clothes had a normal expression, neither angry nor happy, nor sad or happy. He just walked to the middle position in the front and sat down slowly.

A fat man in a brocade suit next to him was holding fruits and fruits in one hand, talking loudly with a young man in brocade suit next to him, laughing so hard that he fell backwards. At the glance of the young man in a gorgeous costume, his face turned pale, as if he saw a ghost, jumped up and quickly pulled the young man next to him to escape.

In an instant, the young man in gorgeous clothes disappeared like smoke and clouds, leaving only one strong man with a beard.

"Get back!"

"But here..."

"retreat!"

"Yes, young master!"

The strong man from the thorn swept the surroundings and quickly retreated, but none of the talented men around him were willing to sit back in their seats.

"Yan Xiu actually came to attend the Hundred Flowers Cultural Conference? Isn't it amazing?"

"After counting, Yan Xiu seems to be sixteen years old this year."

"I see!"

After a few words of the talented men sitting in the distance, they stopped talking and continued to appreciate the flowers and taste wine.

At this moment, a young man wearing a yellow brocade suit and a long blue sword around his waist, walked towards the high platform with a smile, accompanied by several guards in armor.

"Look, Meng Yushu is here!"

"I heard that Meng Yushu had already entered the Taoist 1 year ago. This time he took the Taoist exam, he was afraid he would be the top of the double list!"

The talented men whispered, and their faces showed envy.

Meng Yushu, a young man in yellow brocade clothes, heard the discussion around him, and then he walked straight to Yan Xiu, holding his fists and bowed.

"Huian Meng Mansion, Meng Yushu has the honor to meet Mr. Yan Xiu!"

Yan Xiu looked cold and didn't even look at Meng Yushu. He just sat upright on the chair and gently swayed the golden bones and silver silk paper fan on his hand.

A breeze blew, and Meng Yushu felt a kind of coldness. With the prestige of Meng's mansion in Huaian County and his own strength to enter the Tao, there were not many people who could make him show his favor actively.

However, Yan Xiu in front of him didn't even look at him.

This was a kind of indifferent ignorance, and in front of so many talented men, Meng Yushu's face changed. He pinched the sword in his hand and leaned in front of his chest a few times, but in the end he still smiled.

"Since Young Master Yan Xiu likes Qingjing, Meng Yushu will say goodbye!" Meng Yushu bowed again, as if he had found a way out for himself.

"Oh, God is open to his eyes! No one is sitting in such a good position? I am so lucky!" At this moment, a clear voice suddenly sounded behind Meng Yushu.

Meng Yushu frowned.

He just found an excuse for Yan Xiuxiu Xijing, but unexpectedly someone would come to make a noise. If he was really allowed to sit here, wouldn’t he just slap his own words?

I was about to take action to stop it, but when I thought about it, it seemed that I didn't need it.

With Yan Xiu's personality, is there really someone who can sit next to him safely?

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Meng Yushu thought of Yan Xiu's indifference just now and the overestimation of his ability afterwards. He suddenly felt that sitting in the mountains and watching the tiger fight was not a good choice.

Although, I don’t know if the person coming is a tiger.

But I can always explore it. How capable is Yan Xiu, who is known as the cold-faced Shura among the young generation of the Great Xia Dynasty, is.

"Hey, can you sit or not? Don't sit and give in!"

When Meng Yushu was secretly proud of his thoughts, he felt a force coming from his shoulders, and then he was brought up by this force and leaned back.

"Pu!" He sat down to the ground.

"The quality of people nowadays is really poor! I don't know if a good dog doesn't block the road?" A contemptuous voice sounded again, and then he saw a slender figure, a grim smile on his lips, wearing a blue coarse cloth gown and a blue square scarf tied on his head, walking to Yan Xiu casually and sat down.

"Oh, this Hundred Flowers Art is really good, and there is also a fruit platter!" The young man seemed to have discovered a new world and instantly brought the fruits and fruits that were originally placed in front of Yan Xiu. He took them over with a bite and found it extremely sweet.
Chapter completed!