In the colorful shed in front of the Flower Temple, when Hou Ping'an saw the fifth poem copied by his subordinates, he tore it to pieces. He left with a blue face and forgot that he was still the guest of awards.

As soon as he left, the birds and beasts scattered in the fragrance garden. Most of the people ran to watch Mr. Dong's performance, and the poems posted on the walls were torn cleanly.

The news spread to ten, and ten hundred. People on the street rushed to the square, and the yamen runners could no longer stop it.

The Minister of Rites He Lang ordered the fence to be opened. He was more careful and arranged several groups of people to spread poems to the outside world, asking Tong San to arrange the Sishui Gang to assist in the guidance, so that people should not crowd them.

I have never seen such a song before. One masterpiece comes out from the bottom of the pen, faster than a Taoist priest drawing talismans, faster than a cook washing radishes...

Dong Shu's name as "exiled immortal" is completely confirmed.

But the content is jaw-dropping.

He sometimes dressed up in the mirror and sighed at the beauty, and looked at the sails passing by; sometimes the yellow sand was fighting with silver spears, and the cold light shined with iron clothes; just now he had bright eyes and white teeth to pick lotus, and farmed immediately; his hands were not washed yet, and he was busy taking the exam; sometimes he practiced Taoism, and sometimes he became a monk, and he also took time to become an official; he just married a beautiful concubine yesterday, and today he would mourn her husband...

Anyway, I'm very busy.

Everyone gathered like ants, opened their mouths wide and could not close them, and nodded secretly. If it weren't for the exiled immortal, who could have so many past and present lives?

The boss of the bookstore couldn't help but shouted:

"Mr. Dong, can someone collect your masterpiece? I dare not lose my pen."

Xin Tianyou smiled and said:

"Don't moisten your pen, just let it go."

The bosses were overjoyed and arranged for the guys to engrave the seal that night.

The brothel owner couldn't help but shouted:

"Miss Bai Ling'er, I dare not lose these poems if we can sing these poems."

Bai Ling'er said crisply:

"Don't share the same thing, you sing it casually. But it must be noted that it was given to me by Dong Shu. Moreover, you must wait until I sing it before you can sing it."

OK OK OK...

The bosses were overjoyed and immediately ordered the musician to compose the music.

It was not until the sky was filled with colorful clouds that Xin Tianyou finished writing nineteen poems. It was not because Jiang Lang had finished his talents, but because the two poems that were first written were too big, which made the walls of the past no longer have been blank.

The official of the Ministry of Rites was very upset and stamped his feet and said:

"It has been used for many years and it should have been expanded and renovated. The walls are so narrow..."

The nine judges were fascinated by the fact that they forgot to judge the quality and the verdict was announced.

In the end, the Secretary He Lang, who was in his fifties, shouted with all his might, and Bai Ling'er became the courtesan of this year. He didn't even think about awards or something. The square was squeezed out and it was difficult to stretch his legs. When he shouted this, everyone remembered that today was the courtesan of the courtesan.

Watching the twilight come, and if you squeeze it down, you must trample it.

The Four Shui Gang escorted Dong Shu and his group to break through quickly and announced that Wanhualou will hold flower wine tonight, thanking friends.

As soon as the main man left, most of the people in the square immediately dispersed.

One after another, there are still people running here.

They were craftsmen who were afraid of rain, so they found a shed craftsman, a master of rubbing in the bookstore, and a dozen warriors and monks.

The magical product left by the immortal's handwriting must be surrounded by fairy spirit. If you don't feel it before it dissipates, you will be a fool!

An hour and a half later, in Bai Ling'er's small building, Feng Cheng and Hua Wen lay softly on the wine table.

Xin Tianyou frowned and said:

"You are too cruel. You put sweat medicine on the first glass of wine, and they didn't even take a few bites of the food. I just smelled something wrong and thought it was medicinal wine."

Bai Ling'er said nothing, gave him a fierce look and gave him a high-high.

The three maids immediately blocked in front of the three big red candles and pretended to cut the lights. In this way, the people downstairs could not see the figures of the people in the building.

Four people walked into the compartment, one woman and three men, dressed exactly the same height as Bai Ling'er, Xin Tianyou, Huawen, and Feng Duan.

"Quick, hurry, we only have an hour. If we spend a long time, we are afraid that outsiders will be suspicious."

Bai Ling'er grabbed Xin Tianyou's sleeve and left, walked through the doors of two maids in a row, and arrived in front of the boudoir.

"It's not good to do this. Men and women don't get along with each other. If you have something to say, just stand here and say it."

Xin Tianyou broke free from her hand and muttered.

"You Taoist Master!" Bai Ling'er was so angry that she pushed him in, and said with her backhanded door, "Baihe is in the city, the holy fetus is coming, how can you do it if you are not careful? The elites of the Four Water Gangs have all been mobilized outside this building tonight."

On the third and fourth day of the lunar calendar, there is only one crescent moon in the sky.

The windows are closed, and the hazy light comes from the lanterns downstairs. The noise comes one after another, the silk and bamboo are elegant, and they sing softly, and they will not return until they are drunk tonight.

Xintian walked to a small table and sat down. He picked up the teacup and found that it was actually hot. The arrangement of Wanhualou was almost accurate to the second.

Bai Ling'er's eyesight was not as good as him. After a few breaths, she sat down on the other side and said:

"I have something very important to tell you...but I want to ask a private question first."

"Say, a minute has been wasted."

"Sister Shumin likes you so much, why don't you like her?"

"Ah, she likes me? I seem to like her too."

"You bastard, what you two said is not the same thing."

"I understand, what you are talking about is the love between men and women. Among the spiritual training I received, there is one that specializes in restraining emotions, such as hatred, disgust, love... so as not to affect reason."

"Oh, don't fool me, just talk about White Bone View."

"It's not the view of white bones... Take love as an example. Have you noticed that men and women who love each other often say some incredible stupid words, but they don't think so. That's because serotonin and brain gray matter have decreased, and their attention, decision-making, judgment, etc. have all decreased. In order to avoid this situation..."

"Don't talk anymore. I don't understand the obscure words of Buddhism. I only know that if this continues, your master will not have any disciples except you."

"Ha, that's not the case. Long-term suppression is harmful to the body. I just temporarily focus on the task. Master said that it doesn't matter if you marry a hundred wives after completing the task."

"Hmph, your master's mission will never be completed."

Bai Ling'er's words were shocked by Xin Tianyou. He asked:

"Do you know, what is the mission?"

"Who doesn't know? Open any Buddhist scripture, and there are four big words written on it, saving all living beings! Can you save all living beings?"

Xintianyou breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"I can't save all living beings, I can only save all people. There is no way, I have to complete the task. Because I am one of those people, if I don't complete it, I will die... Five minutes have passed, so tell me what you have if you have something to do."

...

Bai Ling'er finished the story, but the expected scene did not happen. Seeing that the boy was still very calm, his teeth were itchy.

"Princess Bingling knows that there is something wrong with that talisman, why is it still left in the palace?"

"Xin Tianyou, do you really don't know or fake? First of all, the princess doesn't know how powerful that talisman is. Secondly, the magic talisman has magic power and cannot be torn to pieces by ordinary people. The wonderful talisman even produces a sense, and you will know it as soon as you throw it away. Third..."

"Don't be excited, don't be excited, don't let emotions affect your judgment... In the past, I just met ghost talismans in Xiaoshan Village. I have a good understanding of high-end goods, but I have never been exposed to physical objects... Well, the whole thing is clear. Maybe I am not your little prince, but everyone can cooperate."

Bai Ling'er threw her teeth and cried:

"I'll beat you to death and have no conscience."

Xin Tianyou let her beat her and shouted:

"Are you finished? Even if the real prince comes, the final result is to take revenge and revitalize China. For me, these are too pediatrics. I will kill Zhou Wuyang tomorrow, so you will be satisfied. Then... there were two babies at that time, and only Xia Xing and his wife knew the secret. My master lacked magic tools and could not measure the gene sequence.

"Don't you just want to see me crying? What's the use of crying? What problem can cry solve? In the warrior's dictionary, there is no crying, only fighting... OK, aunt. It's suddenly quiet outside, stop crying..."

Xin Tianyou discovered that at some point the postures of both sides changed. Bai Ling'er seemed to be snuggling in her arms and sobbing, warm and fragrant.

He was so scared that he pushed it away, turned around and ran away.
Chapter completed!