Fan Yu was shocked by Yue Luo's identity, while others were shocked by Yue Luo's way of appearance.

Lingbo's micro-steps, and the silk stockings are dusty?

That was also covered in dust when wearing socks.

Yue Luo, he was shooting from the silk and rainbow, and came barefoot in the air, but it was really not covered with dust.

This is the case, and this style, called a fairy, is not a problem at all.

But the question is, shouldn't she be the leader of Baihualou? Could it be that a fairy fell into the mortal world?

The various thoughts brought by the instant shock kept jumping in everyone's minds, unrealistic. When the songs that were like mountain springs and faintly breezes in the valley sounded, everyone suddenly woke up.

Maybe she is a woman who has practiced light skills.

A more reliable idea finally flashed through everyone watching.

"When will the bright moon come? I asked the blue sky with wine. I don't know what palace in the sky, and what year it will be..."

Yue Luo did not sing a new song. Even if he sang the song "Shui Tu Songtou" again and again, it was still awesome and fairy-like song, coupled with her unique magical dance of the demon, is probably difficult to resist even a monk.

In the Meilan Pavilion, on the red carpet, the white silk spires like blooming lilies, and Yue Luo is the blue charming girl dancing on the lilies, beautiful and charming, like an immortal or a demon.

There were white clouds floating above the Luo River, a woman in white was proudly duli in the clouds, and beside her there was a figure surrounded by black mist. Although the black and white difference was very large, everyone below seemed to have not seen it, or was it that people's attention was focused on Meilanting?

"Junior Sister Xuexing, what do you think of this fallen flower fairy?" A man's voice came from the black fog.

"A mortal woman who knows martial arts and knows some charm is not suitable for the inheritance of my Goddess Palace." The woman in white said coldly.

"Haha," the man in black mist laughed and said, "Bloody Junior Sister, you are looking for your disciple now. I mean, do you think this fallen flower fairy can win the title of the courtesan? "

"What do you have to do with me?"

After hearing the woman in white, the man in black mist felt speechless. He and Nian Xuexing from the Goddess Palace had a thick face for many days, but Nian Xuexing was like an ice woman, with a cold face all day long, and never said much if he didn't care. Occasionally, a sentence that would choke to death.

However, the higher the difficulty coefficient of the strategy, the more he likes Tang Yu.

Others were in the black fog, and others couldn't see his face clearly. So he easily changed the topic and said: "The Liu Feifei from Liuyingju is pretty good, it's more in line with the requirements of the Goddess Palace to choose disciples."

Although Nian Xuexing's expression remained unchanged, his eyes paused and he looked at Liu Feifei, who was standing on the bow of the flower boat.

Tang Yu looked at Nian Xuexing's eyes, smiled gently and said nothing more. He looked at Yue Luo in Meilanting for a few more glances, and then looked at the crowd on both sides of the strait.

The two of them came here today not to watch the Courtesan Competition, but to take advantage of the fact that the whole city was almost gathered together to search for any disciples who were suitable for the master's inheritance. The sect inheritance is different, and the requirements when choosing disciples are also different. Although the roots and bones and understanding are important, the more important thing is the mind and nature, which must be suitable for practicing this sect's martial arts.

The practice of practice is compatible with people, and practices a thousand miles a day; the practice of practice is contrary to people, even if the roots and bones are amazing and the understanding is excellent, it will be half the result with twice the effort.

After thinking about this, Tang Yu really calmed down. His divine thoughts swept over Wang Heng again and again, and pretended to be careless: "Well, this kid is barely suitable for the inheritance of Jiuyou Palace. Alas, in order to go back as soon as possible, I can take advantage of this kid, so I can take him into his subordinates."

When Nian Xuexing heard Tang Yu's words, she looked down in confusion, then said nothing and continued to stare at Liu Feifei.

Wang Heng was rescued below, and he was grateful to the boatman who saved him, while the game on Meilanting continued.

There are four famous buildings in front of the pearls and jades, and the fallen flowers fairy in Baihua Building, the performances of the other second- and third-rate brothels seem boring, and even unbearable to see and smell.

The first round of singing and dancing competition in the Courtesan Competition was calculated based on the time on the earth, and each person only had four or five minutes, twenty or thirty people, so they all finished their performances in less than an hour.

Next is the time to show your literary talent.

This place is similar to that in ancient Earth, and the literary style is popular. As a courtesan, it is absolutely impossible. King Yunluo gave the questions on the spot, and the questions were not difficult. After all, the test was twenty or thirty delicate women, not great talents, so King Yunluo was very sensible.

"This is the scene, either poetry or lyrics."

As soon as King Yunluo's title came out, he surrounded the beautiful flower boat around Meilanting and thought hard at his desk. King Yunluo and many judges on the boat looked at these boats and laughed inexplicably.

The beauty wrote poems and lyrics on the spot, which looked really unique.

"This is the scene? Or a poem or a lyric?"

Yue Luo looked at the title on the boat and muttered to herself with a smile. She had two lives and had the culture of two worlds. Even though she didn't have much talent in poetry, it was still easy to find a poem that would respond to this situation.

After looking at Liu Feifei who was thinking hard like other people, Yue Luo smiled brightly, picked up his brush, flew and phoenixes on the rice paper, and wrote down his "own" work without stopping.

There is no need to be low-key or concealment. After writing, Yue Luo waits for the pen and ink to dry on the rice paper, then rolls it up and tie it with a red rope to let Xiaoqian hang it on the bow of the boat.

Wow!

The Baihua Lou Flower Boat's action, which means the poem is finished, caused an uproar on the judges on the Boat's boat and the audience on both sides of the Taiwan Strait.

Half a cup of tea! In less than half a cup of tea, the fallen flower fairy has actually written a poem! Not to mention the quality of the poem, just talking about the speed, it completely throws away the heads of other brothels!

Of course, not everyone praised Yue Luo.

Lifting on the Red Building, the maid said nervously: "Miss, the fallen flower fairy is finished!"

Piaopiao glanced at the paper roll hanging on the bow of the Baihualou boat, snorted coldly, and said disdainfully: "What's the use of doing it fast? The judges will know that she is sensational when she sees her writing nonsense later."

After saying that, he bulged his red lips and continued to think hard.

The literary competition was stipulated to be completed within two cups of tea. Soon, the time for two cups of tea passed. A clutch began to pass by the bows of the flower boats, and took away the poems in the downward line. Anyone who had finished it begged to wait for a while, but King Yunluo was still waiting on the boat to review the papers. How dare the collectors beg for the fragrance and jade? They left, and the beauty left in tears at the bow of the boat.

More than twenty pieces of paper rolls were placed in front of King Yunluo, and he asked him to read them first.

King Yunluo was not polite, and opened it one by one to see it. He put it on his hand if it felt good. He even frowned and threw it directly - someone next to him specially picked up those thrown away, and these were destined to only wait for the first-level score of Bing Ding.

Soon, King Yunluo read Liu Feifei's poem. After reading it, he smiled and nodded, said "yes", and placed it on his left hand. Then, he read Yue'er's, just nodded; after that, he read Yun Yan's, sighed and shook his head, and put it on his left hand. It seemed that he liked Yun Yan very much.

King Yunluo, who was floating on the Red Mansion, glanced at it, threw it on the ground, picked up the fallen flower fairy in Baihua Building to unfold it—

"good!"

King Yunluo stood up again, blushed with his beard and said, "Good words... the flowers are endless, the willows are endless, and we should be in the same mood as me. The boat is full of empty space, and we will meet each other everywhere.
Chapter completed!