Ji Taoist

Yangchun Literary Meeting?

Even though Lingyan was extremely frightened, she never thought that Yan Buji's purpose was actually for a gathering of literati?

This...

Lingyan looked at Yan Buji's serious face and naturally did not dare to ask more.

"Then tonight..."

"Hehe, Miss Wu, go to sleep on the side. Don't worry, I only want to arrive at the Yangchun Literary Meeting safely, and I won't do anything to you during the period. On the contrary, you can trust me, otherwise how could I stay in Linshan City for twenty years?"

Lingyan gritted her teeth, suddenly experiencing such a huge change, for a while even if she was smart, she couldn't understand Yan Buji's thoughts.

But seeing that he really didn't plan to leave his room, she didn't dare to fall asleep easily, for fear of being tricked.

However, after seeing Yan Buji sitting on the bed and meditating, Lingyan's disordered spirit gradually calmed down.

This night, naturally, it was not a good sleep.

The next day

Lingyan got up and found that Yan Buji, who was beside the bed, had disappeared. Just as she breathed a sigh of relief, she suddenly heard a shout outside the door:

"Miss, are you going to attend the Yangchun Literary Festival today?"

"I..."

"The carriage is ready. If you don't want to go, please let me know in advance."

"Go... I'll go now."

Lingyan took a deep breath, hoping that what happened last night was just a nightmare.

But after getting dressed, she came to the backyard and saw the coachman on the carriage, and Lingyan's face suddenly changed.

"Miss, what's wrong?" Master Zhong asked on the side.

"Uncle Zhong, I remember... Oh no, let's go."

Master Zhong looked strange. Seeing the young lady who was so abnormal when she woke up in the morning, could it be that she became suspicious because of the nightmare last night?

There were also several guards and maids following the carriage, driving all the way out of the city.

Yingchun Valley is not far from Huanglong City. This valley is a tourist attraction of Kundao Dynasty every year. There are flowers all over the mountains, rushing rivers, and the Yangchun Literary Conference is held here. Therefore, this place is also the favorite place for those who are pretentious.

However, before arriving at Yingchun Valley, the people from the nearby government have already sent heavy soldiers to guard and check the passers-by. It can be seen that scholars have a high status in Kundao Dynasty.

"Stop, the person in front gets off the car!"

"It turns out to be the Ling family's car. I wonder if the Ling family's Miss Ling is in the car?"

"It's me, do you want me to get off?"

"No, no, please come this way, but your guards are not allowed to bring knives and sharp blades into the valley. If there are any, please give them to us for safekeeping." Several officials said with a smile on their faces.

"Well, Uncle Zhong, do you have weapons on you?"

"No, Miss."

"Several officials, my guards don't have weapons, please give me a favor."

Master Zhong also knew it, and hurriedly stepped forward and dropped a purse imperceptibly.

Several officials turned their eyes, stepped on the money bag with their feet, and said with a smile: "Miss Ling, please come this way."

"Thank you, gentlemen."

Along the way, the Ling family is quite famous in the vicinity, and they have met many scholars in blue clothes and swords. Because swords are ceremonial objects, if they are not opened, they can be worn. It is also a kind of elegant hobby of literati.

When these scholars saw the Ling family's convoy, their eyes lit up and they wanted to come forward to talk, but they were stopped by Master Zhong and others. After a few words, they left in a huff.

Yan Buji sat in front of the carriage and drove the carriage quietly. As for the identity issue, it didn't matter. No one had any objection to the change of the driver.

As for strength, Yan Buji was not worried that several half-step masters would see anything unusual.

"Isn't this the Ling family's car? May I ask the owner of the car, is it Miss Lingyan of the Ling family?"

A scholar came with a book, riding a donkey. He looked unruly, with messy hair and seemed to have drunk some wine. He was quite different from the scholars around him.

Master Zhong's eyes lit up, and he bowed and said, "So you are Zuihua Jushi, Mr. Liu Feng, I am so sorry. My young lady is indeed here, I wonder if you have any advice for me?"

"Hahaha, I don't deserve your advice. It is said that the young lady of the Ling family is as beautiful as a fairy and has a slim figure. I, a layman, can't help but want to take a look."

Master Zhong's face darkened, and he was about to speak.

Ling Yan suddenly said, "Mr. Liu is very elegant, but I am a weak woman and don't deserve your kindness. If there is a chance, let's talk in the valley."

"It is Liu who is rude, hahaha, if the young lady has any difficulties, you can come to me!" Liu Feng said, and suddenly glanced at Yan Buji.

Yan Buji's heart moved, and he realized that something was wrong.

What's wrong with this scholar?

He has heard of Liu Feng's name. He studied scriptures hard since he was a child. He passed the imperial examination at the age of 20, but he did not go further. Instead, he lingered among the mountains and rivers and wrote many popular classic poems.

Even if many high officials want to make friends with this person, they still have to look at his mood. He is a unique scholar.

But now it seems that this person is not simple.

The key is that Yan Buji did not find any hidden strength in him, which made Yan Buji more hesitant.

"He is not the person I am looking for. I hope he will not come to trouble me." Yan Buji thought secretly.

Soon, the carriage drove to the outside of the valley, and many carriages were parked in the carport on the side.

Ling Yan got off the car and saw Yan Buji driving the car over, and his heart sank.

She didn't know what Yan Buji was going to do after entering the Yangchun Literary Society, but now she brought him here, and if something really happened, she couldn't run away!

"Miss, what's wrong?"

"Nothing... Let's go."

"Okay."

Master Zhong was a little surprised, but didn't think much about it.

On the other side, Yan Buji, who had parked the carriage, saw a group of bored drivers drinking next to him, and he was in no mood to join in.

The wound on his body was aching slightly. This was one of the few serious injuries he had suffered in the past 20 years!

The agitation of blood and qi, coupled with the backlash of the blood evil pill, were all resolved by the Guantian Dengmo state, but there was still a huge risk.

"Fortunately, I comprehended the pattern of the mysterious art on the Xuanji secret order, which separated the two kinds of internal art. Otherwise, I would not have survived the hands of Master Kun with the blood essence art alone. It is precisely because of the Guantian Dengmo state that the backlash of the blood essence art is smaller than I thought."

Yan Buji took a deep breath. Even though many things had happened, he still came to the Yangchun Literary Society. This means that after making sufficient preparations, there will be a backup plan even if something unexpected happens.

Even though this backup plan is full of risks, Yan Buji dares to guarantee that Ling Yan will not reveal his identity in a big way!

Who among the people present is his opponent? !

Even if there is, is this kind of person really willing to fight him to the death?

As for the immortals?

It is even more impossible for such people to come to the gathering of mortals, which is a cheap thing!

However, the danger is great, and the most important variable is that he has not found the person he wants to find!

As long as he finds him, the hard work of the past twenty years will not be in vain!