Chapter 106 Meng Qingyi
“Three cars and two buckets! It turned out to be three cars and two buckets!”
Liu Xunwen lost his reputation, and Caidao Yunbao on the high platform actually flew out of the three cart frames With two fighting weapons.
It shows that someone’s article has attracted a lot of talent!
It is not an exaggeration to call such an article beautiful.
The candidates were all amazed and envious, while Elder Jin Miao showed a trace of satisfaction in his eyes.
It is not in vain that Wu Miao set up this barrier to choose a son-in-law. This article alone can fill the talent gap of three cars and two buckets.
A good article attracts talents and can add more cloud patterns to Cai Dao Yunbao.
When the talent is sufficient, the cloud pattern will transform into the Taoist Immortal Seal, and it will become a mysterious Taoist treasure of the God.
The ink ball fell into the crowd, and everyone looked around, only to see the ink ball hanging in front of a young man with an unruly face.
A happy look appeared on the young man's face, and he turned to look scornful. He snorted and seemed to look down on the people around him.
So far, no one can match his articles, and he is indeed proud of himself.
"What's your name?" Elder Jin Miao rarely asked a person's name. He was in a good mood and did not hesitate to speak.
The young man restrained his unruly emotions a little, and his voice was a little excited: "Senior, my name is Han Baiyuan!"
Elder Jin Miao stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Not bad young man People.”
After finishing speaking, there were no further words, but Han Baiyuan clenched his hands excitedly.
Not everyone can get into the eyes of Seventh Rank Unzen.
"Han Baiyuan? Who is this person?"
Everyone whispered, not having any impression of this name.
I guess he’s a casual person.
When people around him saw that Han Baiyuan was a loose person, they were filled with admiration and envy.
Only those from mountain sects or family backgrounds are not too envious, because they know that Wu Miao's five rounds of son-in-law selection are not so easy to pass.
The exclamations continued, because there were three cars and four fighting again.
"Wei Zhu, he is Wei Zhu!"
"Feed the pig. This name."
"Hush, you can't shout like that, this person is a disciple of Sanweishan!"
"From Sanweishan? Hiss!"
Sanweishan is a group of people who are determined to retaliate. Although they belong to the right path, their actions can sometimes be both good and evil, but they can be tolerated by the right path. Due to their complicated inheritance, they are designed to eliminate some strange disasters for local cities, and most of them can also block the attacks of some strange beasts.
Wei Zhu, who was being discussed by others, had a calm expression on his face. He held his fat arms and looked at the three ink balls left on the stage with interest.
In other words, there are three other people who have made more gifts than me!
When Liu Xun heard about Sanweishan, his eyes changed slightly, and then he regained his composure, but the frequency of twirling his fingers increased.
There are only three ink balls left on the stage, and everyone is guessing who made the ink.
Because when the ink ball returns to its owner, it will manifest the ink of the article, but it will only exist for a moment.
There were too many people present, and no one could remember whose ink regiment had returned and whose ink regiment was still on the high platform.
So Liu Xuneng stood here peacefully and did not attract the attention of others for the time being.
His article is among the three ink balls on the stage.
Elder Jin Miao was a little surprised. There seemed to be several good candidates for son-in-law selection this year.
At least this first level is much better than in previous years.
The five carts and eight buckets of Yunbao moved again. One of the ink balls hovered, and three carts and eight buckets came out from below, facing the ink ball at a distance.
Three cars and eight buckets!
Just now, Wei Zhu's three chariots and four chariots had shocked everyone, and now there were four more chariots, which suddenly suppressed Wei Zhu's limelight.
When the ink ball turned into an article hanging in front of him, everyone saw the true face of the man.
A slightly sloppy drunkard, much older than the people around him, but not beyond the age limit for choosing a husband.
However, despite his slovenly appearance, his appearance is truly extraordinary, and his pair of peach blossom eyes are enough to arouse the young girl's budding heart.
No one recognized this drunkard and everyone was guessing who he was. The drunkard burped drunkenly, opened his peach-blossom eyes slightly, clapped the wine bottle in his hand, and saw that everyone was looking at him, he smiled casually and said: "I'm Zhong Yan, a casual cultivator!"
Zhong Yan moved his feet lazily, sipped his wine and stopped talking.
Seeing his lazy look, others lost interest in talking to him.
This undisciplined character is not very flattering in situations like this.
However, when Wumiao chooses a son-in-law and recruits talents from Baiyu, there are many people with weird personalities, like Zhong Yan, there are many people in Wumiao.
Therefore, Elder Jin Miao did not blame him.
The next ink ball triggered three carts and eight buckets!
Mo Tuan returned to his position, but he was an ordinary-looking young man.
The young man looked confused. Seeing the crowd, he smiled honestly and touched the back of his head, as if he was not used to the feeling of being in the spotlight.
Looks like an extremely ordinary young man.
Everyone murmured that this person must also be a Sanren.
This is not to say that the sect or family power does not produce talented people, but it is that there is a inheritance. If you join the Five Miaos, your own inheritance will be at risk of leaking out.
Mostly people whose cultivation skills are incomplete or whose families or sects are in decline come to try their luck.
Top powers such as Guantian Pavilion and Liyuan Sect will naturally not let their disciples become their son-in-law.
But among several outstanding people, Wei Zhu is a special case.
Sanwei Mountain is famous in Baiyu, no worse than Liyuan Sect.
The name of the sect is Sanwei Mountain. It is open to all rivers and flowers bloom in the sect. It has many Yundao inheritances and its thinking is not as rigid as other sects.
Therefore, there is nothing wrong with Wei Zhu becoming Wu Miao’s son-in-law.
Sanweishan will not stop it.
This honest young man waited until Elder Jin Miao asked before giving his name.
This person is indeed a Sanren, named Meng Qingyi.
Liu Xunmu, who was originally in low spirits, froze his eyes and murmured: "Meng Qingyi?"
There is nothing special about this name, but Liu Xun immediately thought of it. Lost one person in his previous life.
The immortal Tsing Yi guest, the master of Shifang Yin!
“Are these two Meng Qingyi the same person?” Liu Xun frowned.
Because the man named Meng Qingyi in his previous life stirred up the turmoil in the five realms, and his strength was so mysterious that even some veteran seventh-turn Yunxian could not hurt him at all.
No one knows where he came from, and no one knows what he looks like. There is only a ghost mask covering his face all day long.
This person founded the extremely mysterious organization "Yinsi" and called himself the leader of the Yinsi. Only the name Meng Qingyi has been circulated, and the rest is unknown.
Liu Xun put aside his distracting thoughts and shook his head secretly.
This young boy who is new to cultivation should not be that one.
Meng Qingyi's previous poems and poems are displayed in front of everyone. The words are gorgeous, and when reading, a kind of grace comes to your face, as if it is not an article, but a living noble bird showing its dignity.
“This Honghu poem is one of the best among poems, I’m afraid no one can compare it!”
“No, there is another one whose owner has not been revealed!”
Everyone was talking and all looked at the ink ball hanging high in the air. This was the last one left.
Han Baiyuan's "Ode to Flying Birds in the Spring Stream" and Wei Zhu's "Ode to a Hundred Fu" are not as good as Meng Qingyi's "Ode to Honghu". Although Zhong Yan's "Ode to Jingque" is as talented as Same, but much smaller in layout.
Now there is an article whose talent can surpass the magnificent Honghu Fu. This makes everyone present not shocked.
Meng Qingyi scratched his head and moved his lips twice, as if whispering.
"Old Ghost Li, are you really a giant of medieval talent?"
"Why is there anyone who can write a better poem than you now?"
< br>"And you, Old Ghost Su, you finally polished up the Honghu Fu. Is this the so-called literary ability that is forbidden by heaven and earth?"
Meng Qingyi complained twice, and her mind was already boiling. The "tenants" living there had begun to complain.
(End of this chapter)