I, the strongest Great Wall Guard!

A truly gorgeous Magic Path Mage attribute table!

Especially Shangguan Wan’er’s big move, actually fused the gestures of painting Saint Wu Daozi, the pen walked the dragon snake, the silver hook and iron painting, which made Jiang Yu can’t help but recall those Shangguan Wan’er who showed to take off in the previous life game.

It is definitely a nightmare that can be called the crispy skin of the canyon, and all kinds of leaping towers and crystals are willfully flying pen and ink, thousands of miles away to take the enemy’s first level!

“That person, you know?”

Jiang Yu pointed to Shangguan Wan’er on the flower floor, dressed as a blue-shirted boy, and looked very handsome, which provoked many beautiful people below to frequently show favor to her.

“Lord Jiang Wuxuan of the Imperial City, the judge of the Peony Poetry Society, what’s wrong?”

Gongsun was surprised.

“Nothing, just curious.”

Jiang Yu withdrew his gaze and smiled casually, Shangguan Wan’er, who was dressed as a man, was almost deceived by her if she didn’t have the system around.

Fortunately, no matter what you become, as long as it is yourself, it will appear, and the transfiguration technique is probably the least available to Jiang Yu in this world.

“This poetry club is ranked by her?!”

Jiang Yu looked at the crowd and said with some doubts, the words are not the first, it is said that the culture is very unpraised, if only based on this so-called Jiang Wuxuan son, Shangguan Wan’er’s words may not be happy to surrender.

“Yes and no.”

Gongsun Li smiled mysteriously, led Jiang Yu to squeeze in from the crowd, and under the peony flower building was a huge bluestone giant platform, and in the center of the giant platform hung a poster that was ten meters high.

The handwriting on it is dragon walking snake swimming, silver hook iron painting, strong and powerful, and you can even see a trace of ripples of the magic road.

“This is Lord Jiang Wuxuan’s handwriting, he is a holy imperial pen, he has reached the peak in pen power, the entire Chang’an is rarely encountered, and those who participate in the Peony Poetry Society only need to do their best to leave poems on his post, and they can be judged and reviewed by him.”

Gongsun Li patiently explained, “The best will be the leader of this session, but you need to have good martial arts or demonic power to leave a mark on Lord Jiang’s post. ”

I see.

Jiang Yu was instantly stunned, the so-called Peony Poetry Club was also a way for Wu Zetian to recruit talents, and Shangguan Wan’er’s strength was now at a golden high-level level.

Jiang Yu understood this word with only one glance.

It must be the handwriting that Shangguan Wan’er copied day and night, and the gestures and demonic power accumulated over the years had reached an astonishing level.

Ordinary people probably don’t even have the ability to stand in front of this post and read it.

Really.

Many young people rushed to the ring, ready to leave words on Shangguan Wan’er’s huge poster, but as soon as they stepped on the ring, they were directly pressed to the ground by a terrifying magic pressure and passed out on the spot.

For a while, there were a lot fewer of these eager guys, and one by one they became cautious and dignified.

Suddenly, there were cheers from the crowd.

I saw a young man flying upside down from the ring, his face was a little pale, and his figure was shaky, but his expression was extremely excited and happy, and he had left a full line of poetry on the wide post!

“Good! It is worthy of the Chang’an Zheng family, I heard that this Zheng Gongzi broke through to the three peaks of silver in his twenties, and his future is limitless! ”

“I can leave a poem on Lord Jiang’s post, although there is only one sentence, but this time the top three can’t run away!”

“I don’t know if this time the leader can’t give a poem.”

……

The spectators below immediately cheered and marveled.

Last year’s leader just wrote three lines of poetry on this post, and although more people participated in the peony poetry meeting this year than in previous years, it is not clear whether anyone can actually write a poem.

“This is the Peony Poetry Club? It’s more interesting than expected. ”

Jiang Yu touched his chin with interest, the person who can get the leader must also be both civil and martial, not a poor and rotten person.

“Aren’t you going to try it?”

Jiang Yu suddenly turned his head to look at Gongsun Li beside him, this woman grew up in Changlefang, presumably poetry etiquette, Qinqi calligraphy and painting were naturally taught and learned.

“Jiang Yugongzi said and smiled, how can a woman from a woman participate in the poetry meeting.”

Gongsun smiled from hiding his lips.

In this Tang Empire, women were not allowed to participate in politics, a rule that could not be changed even if Wu Shu ascended the throne, and the idea of preferring sons over women has been ingrained for thousands of years.

Even if she has the power of the Demon Dao and dances in a captivity, she can’t change the arrangement of her fate, Changlefang Maiji.

He was destined to be a low-class slave in this life, and it was impossible to enter the political center of the Great Tang.

Otherwise, why would Gongsun Li, who had good intentions, join the Yaotian Organization?

Wasn’t it because that peony priest told her that only in Yaotian would she have the opportunity to change the world?

I noticed the fleeting gloom in the girl’s beautiful eyes.

Jiang Yu smiled slightly, and gently stroked Gongsun Lihua’s soft rabbit ears and beautiful long blue hair.

Suddenly, the latter was stunned, and her beautiful eyes looked at Jiang Yu with wide eyes.

It’s very similar to the stupid cute sister in his previous life, this kind of very erha eyes.

“Do you have to face the saint if you get the leader? Then I had to take one. ”

Jiang Yu smiled and walked slowly towards the bluestone ring.

“Don’t be too lofty young man, if the boss is so easy to take, the old man won it ten years ago!”

An old man with white hair next to him shook his head and sighed.

Today’s young people are really becoming more and more arrogant and do not understand modesty.

“Everyone wants to face the saint, but you can’t do it with words, little one, if you don’t fall in the ring, then you will lose face and lose your hair!”

“Hahaha, young man, the ignorant are fearless.”

“It seems that he is still the person that Miss Gongsun of Changle Fang likes, but it’s a pity…”

“I don’t think it may be, this little brother is so handsome and handsome, it’s great to be able to get the first place!”

……

Many people heard Jiang Yu’s words, some seniors pointed and ridiculed, and many beautiful girls cast appreciative and adoring eyes at him.

No way, Jiang Yu’s appearance is here, and this handsomeness is sometimes a kind of distress.

“(*^__^*) Hee, I specially prepared a pen and ink for you, presumably with your strength to leave a poem on it should not be a big problem, but this poem Jiang Yugongzi can think of?”

Gongsun Limei smiled brightly, took out a pair of pen and ink utensils, it seemed that it was ready for him, and even poetry… Last night, Yuhuan’s sister wrote it, and in addition to the pipa, my sister is also a must in poetry, but unfortunately this secret is only known to her.

“Pen and ink? Then there is no need, my words are too ugly, as for the poetry, I haven’t thought about it yet, go up and think again! ”

Throwing his burden to Gongsun Li casually, Jiang Yu went directly to the ring of the Peony Poetry Club.