The Dangerous Cultivator

"Come on, take the girl's deed."

The old man of Jin Pao shouted.

The big Han Han who stood on the side hurriedly took out a thick stack of paperwork. The old man in the robe took it, and handed it to Xu Yi. It is indeed a blessing to be in three lives. "

Xu Yi took the paperwork, and a firework was born in the palm of his hand. He immediately burned up a bunch of personal deeds, turned around and rushed to the girls, "You are free.

Xu Yi can see that these girls are not ordinary mundane women, but female nuns, but they are not high.

A lot of girls couldn't believe their eyes, and there were many people who covered their faces and wept.

All of them lost their free body for various reasons. At this moment, they regained their freedom, and were vigilant in their hearts. After thanking Xu Yi verbally, they fell apart.

Gratitude is nowhere near as precious as freedom.

Xuan Lengyan said with a smile, "Let you be generous, this is all right, so a large group of Yingying Yanyan, let it go, pretending to be nothing, your heart is bleeding."

Xu Yi said, "When did Master Master become so bloody!"

"Rebel!"

Xuan Lengyan was so angry that she yelled out loud, but fortunately, the voice was so loud that nobody noticed it.

Here, the teacher and apprentice were flirting with each other, and over there, the old man of Jinpao had repeatedly invited.

Suddenly, a gorgeous spark exploded in the distance, exploding in the sky, for a long time, like a sea of ​​flowers blooming.

"It's so beautiful, Uncle Beard, I want it too, I want to put it, you can help me buy one too."

She jumped her feet and clapped her hands and shouted.

The old man in Jinpao said, "Come, take our Jincheng Spring."

虬 髯 Dahan immediately took a red light. This red light was made of red jade and spread all over the rune. The old man in the Jinpao handed the red light to Xu Yi. "This spring of Jincheng is the lantern of the Jinxiu Society. Once it is released, it must be more eye-catching than Shicai's, and it will be given to Taoist friends. "

Xu Yizheng was about to shirk, and then he heard a voice, "What is the beauty of Jincheng and how can it be defeated by Bai Yujing of our Fanlou."

Along with the voice, a middle-aged man in a red robe walked out from the crowd and rushed to the old man in the Jinpao. "Brother Tan, it seems that the essence of your Fairview Society is not good? In an instant, the essence is broken. "

The old man in Jinpao snorted, "Your brother Zhao is not guarding on the seventh bridge, come to me for something."

The middle-aged man in the red robe smiled, "Isn't you here on the Lengyue River? Brother Tan is the busiest here. They have all said strangers. Couldn't Zhao come to see?"

The old man in Jinpao was waiting for the interface, so he listened to Xu Yidao, "Have you gambled with me on a lantern riddle? To be honest, there is a tight time and you can't get around."

The middle-aged man in the red robe smiled and said, "It ’s good to say that I have a mystery here, and I ask you to solve it. If you have solved it, Bai Yujing Lantern will offer it with both hands. If not, please write down for me. A few words, is that good? "

Xu Yidao, "Yeah! Let's make a mystery."

Today, he has amazing self-confidence in word games and no longer relies solely on his previous experience on Earth.

Nowadays, he has deepened the accumulation of words. He has long studied the art of mathematics and his divergent thinking ability is amazing.

The first two mysteries are that he has broken through his own accumulation, and there is no coincidence in it.

"readily!"

The middle-aged man in the red robe waved his big hand, and the halo in the air was vertical and horizontal, and quickly gathered into words.

"Here, what's so difficult? Isn't every poem concealing a number, from one to ten?"

Xuan Lengyan spoke.

When she heard the news, she listened to the middle-aged man in the red robe and said with a smile, "I'm not like Brother Tan. I always want to remind you that the mystery is at least twenty words, and the better, the better. I don't know how many words you can guess. "

Xuan Lengyan's voice was surprised, "Is it wrong, and there are variables, you can know exactly. As a teacher, I can tell you that Bai Yujing Lantern is also famous in this entire central city, and it only took a few years to get one out. If you can get Bai Yujing lantern by your skill, you can be rewarded as a teacher. "

Xu Yi said, "I don't know what the reward is? Master, it is better to say it first."

Xuan Lengyan said, "Speak nonsense, and quickly guess the mystery."

Xu Yi laughed, "It's hard to guess."

Saying it, a wave of hand is also a convergence of light and shadow, line by line,

"Come downstairs and the money will fall.

Ask Cangtian, where is man?

Hate Wang Sun, have been gone.

詈 Enemy, it is difficult to stay.

I regretted it at the beginning.

There is no surrender.

Why do n’t you ask,

See the knife apart.

Never rely on enemies,

Thousands of miles of Acacia aside. "

The word was written, and the scene was full of bangs.

Xuan Lengyan's eyes glowed, her heart bumped, "This evil man looks really charming."

As soon as the text came out, everyone knew it was a guess.

Many people guessed the "from one to ten" of the mystery, but the middle-aged man in the red robe gave a hint, which suddenly disrupted the thinking of most people.

Only a small number of people guessed that this middle-aged red robe is a piece of poetry that recombines people, and embeds one to ten in it.

With such hasty time, who has such ingenuity?

Unexpectedly, Xu Yi wrote it with such enthusiasm that it was so utterly unscrupulous.

Everyone knows that this kind of forced mosaic works is almost impossible to produce fine works. It is hard to move the word, the meaning of the word is broken, and it is more difficult to express the mood.

It is the mysterious face taken out by the middle-aged man in the red robe, and the same is true. He barely fits the rhyme, which is considered a poor work.

The word composition that Xu Yi now composes is clearly a compelling work with a long-lasting mood, but from the work itself, it is already top quality, and combined with the requirements of this inlaid number, it is said to be divine. Not too much.

No wonder it made such a big sensation.

The middle-aged man in the red robe decisively fulfilled his promise, took out a huge jade lantern, and handed it to Xu Yi. There was no trace of dissatisfaction on his face, and he said, "Yiling son, it is truly unparalleled in the world!"

"what!"

"He is the son of Yiling!"

"I was shocked to hear that Yiling's son was able to retreat from his spiritual roots, but he didn't expect Yiling to have such amazing literary talent!"

"That's the competition you've never heard of in Xiandian. If you know, it won't be such a fuss."

"........."

The uproar was like the waves, and the waves followed the waves fiercely.

The middle-aged man in the red robe was smiling and was extremely satisfied.

He stepped forward, recognizing the son of Yiling. He blended in for fame.

Previously, he claimed that if Xu Yi lost, he asked for a text, and he wanted to make Xu Yi fall to the son of Yiling.

Although he is defeated now, the son of Yiling has made a world-renowned work. No matter how he spread it, he and Fan Lou are always inseparable.

The thought of Fan Lou will be famous in the ears of those big men, and talking about a Bai Yujing is worth ten.

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