Heaven Defying Dark Empress

You Qingyu nodded and smiled at Mu Tianyin, and the corner of Mu Tianyin's mouth hooked slightly, and she gave her a meaningful smile back.

There was a puff of gunpowder smoke that flowed silently between the two, and the two figures stood facing each other, one in white clothes flying like an illusion, and the other in a green shirt, as proud as a bamboo!

The woman in white is as beautiful as a fairy, her eyebrows and eyes are painted exquisitely, and the girl in blue, although her face is covered by half a mask, cannot be peeked at, but she has an extraordinary temperament and a flexible body, which contains a silent willfulness Crazy!

"Fairy, wait and see!" You Qingyu smiled softly, turned and left.

She was dressed in a white dress, with her hands folded in front of her belly, and she walked gracefully, with an elegant posture, as if a lotus was growing at every step. Under the eyes of hundreds of disciples, she slowly walked up to the stands.

Flicking his long sleeves, he sat down.

She wanted to see where Mu Tianyin got the confidence to appear in Xianyuan like this!

"It's really Fairy Qingyu, beautiful, so beautiful." As soon as You Qingyu appeared, Ji Xuan's eyes were glued to her body, his eyes were full of peach blossoms, his whole heart was beating uncontrollably with excitement Get up, this is the real fairy!

Flying waterfalls and flowing water splash like flying flowers.

The morning light is faint, and the surrounding environment is quiet and elegant.

On the semi-hanging terrace square in front of the Sutra Pavilion, there are about 300 tables neatly arranged vertically and horizontally. The pens, ink, tea, etc. have already been prepared. There are also four tables in the front, back, left, and middle, which are obviously the teacher's position.

The three hundred or so disciples who entered the garden rested for a quarter of an hour and took their seats one after another.

Wearing a blue robe, Teacher Fang stood in front of him with his hands behind his back, and said loudly, "The second competition is now entering the final stage of dictating the scriptures. It will last for seven days. , You can also leave early."

Gu Xing'er sat beside Mu Tianyin, and gave her a strange look.

Ji Xuan happened to be sitting behind Mu Tianyin, with somewhat annoyed eyes staring at Mu Tianyin's back, wishing to poke two holes in her body, "Playing tricks, I'll see how long you can pretend."

"Start now!"

The final sentence of the words was accompanied by the sound of a gong.

At the moment when the gong sounded, everyone immediately buried their heads in hard work, writing furiously with their pens, for fear that if they were too slow for a while, they would forget what they had just memorized.

All the disciples have different postures, each in a hurry.

The competition officially started. Even though Ji Xuan had an arrogant temper and had no one in his eyes, his self-cultivation was not fake. With a flick of his sleeve and a brush, his expression suddenly shivered, and he immediately entered a fighting state.

Gu Xing'er was flustered for a while, took a deep breath, and then began to write.

She memorized two books, and only hoped that they could be written out smoothly.

Mu Tianyin picked up the pen and unfolded the scripture paper. Her movements were not too fast or slow, and her posture was as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water. Ancient characters, rows of scriptures on cultivating immortals, and sentences containing morals came out quickly under her pen.

Xiao Ruofeng also had the same posture.

His face was as sinking as water, and he raised his pen to write quickly.

In fact, although these are the basic ancient scriptures of cultivating immortals, and even most of them were created by monks in the human realm, it is always beneficial to the cultivation path of monks to incorporate the prescriptions of hundreds of schools and read the methods of thousands of people.

Just like you obviously have the best learning method, but you can also study other ones, discard the dross and extract the essence.

During those seven days, Mu Tianyin really had a lot of feelings about cultivation and the way.

The teachers nodded in praise and exchanged a few words with each other from time to time.

Teacher Fang, who was sitting next to You Qingyu, suddenly sighed, "This Mu Tianyin is indeed a rare and unrivaled talent. If he is well cultivated, in time, he will definitely make my fairy garden famous."

"Teacher Fang, it's too early to say that." You Qingyu spoke softly.

Teacher Fang was taken aback, turned his head to look, and found that it was You Qingyu's rebuttal, and immediately asked with a smile, "What's Qingyu's opinion?"

You Qingyu raised her chin slightly, "Teacher Fang should remember that in the evening, my fairy garden also produced a genius with spiritual roots. Although it is not as good as this Mu Tianyin, it can be said to be rare in a hundred years." She paused for a while, and then relaxed He said slowly, "But before he crossed the Dao, he exhausted his lifespan and died!"

"This—" Teacher Fang was speechless.

"That's because of his dull aptitude, which makes the road difficult." Another teacher pointed in the direction of Mu Tianyin, and said, "Look at this Mu Tianyin, he writes with a spirit, and his temperament is quite extraordinary, which shows that his mind is also Smart, not like dull people."

"This scene is just to memorize the scriptures. Whether you are smart or not, you can only know after the Zongshu explains it." You Qingyu said lightly, "Besides, Teacher Ouyang knows whether her writing is right or wrong. Just look at the surface. It was too hasty."

Teacher Ouyang frowned and remained silent.

Several teachers exchanged glances silently, and gradually, they all felt You Qingyu's rejection of Mu Tianyin, and after realizing this, everyone stopped talking about it.

You Qingyu was smiling, without changing his gentle look, but the hands in the sleeves were pinched so that the finger bones turned white.

Mu Tianyin? She, You Qingyu, should be the one who will carry forward Xianyuan, no one can replace her!

A day later, many disciples appeared tired.

On the terrace, all the disciples were staggering to and fro, and all sorts of strange postures appeared.

"What's next?" Gu Xing'er's pen was stiff on the scripture paper, scratching her head, unable to remember what was going to happen next, her eyes turned sideways, and she saw that Mu Tianyin's back was straight, and her brushwork was flying like flying, which was even worse than the original writing Faster minutes.

Around, there are people with sad faces, scratching their heads and scratching their heads while writing, and some people look tense, hold the pen and pause every word, and those who can maintain relatively smooth writing are only a small number of dozens of people.

The valley is empty and quiet, and the light fog is hazy.

Two days later, some people got up one after another, unable to hold on any longer.

Ji Xuan glanced at Mu Tianyin in front of him from the corner of his eye, and saw that she was calm and calm, she didn't seem to show any difficult gestures, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous, but after a moment of trance, she continued to answer her own question.

He didn't believe it, he couldn't compare to a yellow-haired girl!

You Qingyu has been watching from the side, her eyes locked on Mu Tianyin, staring at her every move, but her eyes are calm and gentle, and there is nothing wrong with it from the outside.