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The Marquis of Yingyang looked mysterious and heard the message: "Have you heard about what happened in front of the Qianqing Palace a few days ago?"

"heard."

"Do you know the cause of that incident?"

"Isn't it because in front of Chunfeng Hall, Prince Zhenbei took action to destroy Uncle Anping's cultivation, which made Uncle Anping dissatisfied, and that led to the subsequent issue of Qianqing Palace.

I have already inquired about it. Uncle Anping was drunk at that time and his strength was greatly reduced. It is reasonable for the Prince of Zhenbei to win. "

When Marquis Linjiang said this, he said with certainty: "In my opinion, no matter how strong the Prince of Zhenbei's actual combat ability is, he is only at the eighth level, at most on par with the mediocre seventh level, so how can he possibly squeeze into the top ten. "

When the Marquis of Yingyang heard this, he smiled mysteriously: "You only know one, but not the other."

"How do you say this?" Linjiang Hou showed curiosity in his eyes.

"Have you ever thought about why Prince Zhenbei, Uncle Anping and others were punished together? Uncle Anping and others were whipped to death, but Prince Zhenbei only suffered some superficial injuries. After two or three days of recuperation, he seemed fine. Same?"

After the Marquis of Yingyang finished speaking, he picked up the tea cup and took a sip, looking calm and relaxed.

"this"

Linjiang Hou was slightly stunned.

He really hadn't thought about this question and didn't bother to think about it. He simply asked: "Brother, you might as well explain it more clearly."

The Marquis of Yingyang put down his tea cup and spoke slowly: "This shows that the Holy Lord is quite partial to the Prince of Zhenbei. Of course, just releasing water during the execution is not enough to explain this. I have other evidence. One is the eldest princess' The second is to connive to Prince Zhenbei and Princess Yunhe, and the third is to let Xiao Rong from the Zhenmo Division also participate in Xia Miao.

In addition, there are many details that confirm that the Holy Emperor's attitude towards Prince Zhenbei is extraordinary.

This time Xia Miao is ranked in the top ten. She will receive awards and be entrusted with important tasks. Do you think Prince Zhenbei has a holy family attached to him, is it possible to squeeze into the top ten? "

Hearing this, Linjiang Hou was even more confused.

He could still understand the first point that Yingyang Hou said.

What about Princess Yunhe and Xiao Rong from the Demon Suppressing Division? What do these have to do with the Prince of Zhenbei?

The Marquis of Yingyang saw his confusion and sighed helplessly. He stopped playing riddles and explained in detail: "When that happened a few days ago, Princess Yunhe threatened his own life and asked the Holy Lord to let the prince of Zhenbei go. , to say that there is no intrigue between them, even if you don’t believe it, did you hear that the Holy One was furious because of this?

Xiao Rong of the Zhenmo Division had a close relationship with the Prince of Zhenbei. I heard that before Princess Chang An married into Ren Mansion, they were so good that they slept on the same bed. It didn’t take much to think about it. He would definitely be with Xia Miao this time. The Prince of Zhenbei traveled together.

He is a fifth-grade martial artist. Although he has been seriously injured, his strength is still not weak. As long as the Prince of Zhenbei is given a little slack, it is entirely possible for the Prince of Zhenbei to work harder and squeeze into the top ten! "

"Is there such a thing?!"

Linjiang Hou looked shocked.

"Or do you think that I, with so much money and no place to spend it, can push an eighth-grade martial artist into the top ten?" Yingyang Hou stroked his beard proudly, looking like he was sure of victory.

Seeing him like this, Linjiang Hou believed his words a little more and felt annoyed.

If I had known earlier, I should have bought some from Prince Zhenbei.

If the Marquis of Yingyang really guesses correctly, according to Changlefang's odds, it will be a lot of money!

Thinking of this, he looked at the huge bronze mirror not far away and secretly prayed: "God bless me, Prince Zhenbei will never be allowed to enter the top ten!"

not far away.

There is a huge bronze mirror directly in front.

A picture is reflected in the bronze mirror.

Hundreds of young men and teenagers in well-dressed clothes gathered in a forest, chatting in small groups.

This mirror is called the Xuanji Mirror, and it is a newly developed magical weapon by Qin Tianjian based on the Demon Clan's Wentian Mirror.

It can sense spiritual energy fluctuations within a certain range and present relevant pictures.

Compared with the Wentian Mirror, this mysterious mirror is extremely troublesome to use. You must first cooperate with the formation to delineate an area, and then inject a large amount of spiritual energy into it before it can be effective.

Qin Tianjian and Jin Yiwei worked hard for more than half a month before they managed to include the hunting ground.

"This mysterious mirror newly developed by Qin Tianjian is really good. When I sit here, I can see the scene of the hunting ground... wonderful, really wonderful!"

"It's a pity that it's too troublesome to use, otherwise it would have miraculous effects if sent to the battlefield."

The nobles looked at the picture shown in the bronze mirror and talked about it.

The topic mainly revolves around the mysterious mirror that debuted for the first time.

Finished chatting about the mystery mirror.

The topic shifted to the top three and top ten Xia Miao players this time.

In everyone's eyes.

The first name is undoubtedly Bai Ping, the eldest son of the Anguo family.

The second, equally undoubtedly, is Bai Ping's colleague in the Demon Suppression Division, the weirdo who carries a coffin wherever he goes.

The third to fifth ones are none other than Xu Yunzhen, the second son of Duke Dingguo, Zhu Yu, the concubine of Duke Cheng, and the unidentified Xiao Rong from the Demon Suppressing Company.

These five people are almost certain to be in the top five, and there is nothing to discuss.

The main focus of everyone's discussion is which five of the remaining people can enter the top ten.

The reason why we only talk about the top ten, not the top twenty or the top thirty.

In addition to the top ten, you can get awards from the emperor.

Another important reason is that Changlefang only bets on the top ten at the opening.

now.

The nobles were smiling and talking a lot.

"The young master of Wei Guogong's family has reached the seventh level of perfection half a year ago. He is only one step away from reaching the sixth level. This time he will definitely receive a commendation from the Holy Emperor!"

"Marquis Dingbo, I heard that your eldest son attained enlightenment at home half a month ago, mastered the two techniques, and reached the seventh level of perfection overnight. Your eldest son will definitely be among the top ten this time."

"That kid is still far from the top ten, but your Erlang has a better chance this time."

Close to the high platform, Liu Yunmeng, who was wearing a gorgeous dress, suddenly felt very uncomfortable while listening to the discussions around her.

There are so many people, but no one thinks highly of Ren Pingsheng.

He is obviously very strong, and a few days ago he punched that piece of shit Uncle Anping half to death.

Even if you don't necessarily make it into the top ten, you won't be so left out, right?

"Don't they know that after Ren received Tao Zun's golden elixir in his life, he is no longer what he used to be. He is no longer the ten-thousand-year-old ninth-level man who was the son of a tiger father and a dog in the past."

Thinking of this, Liu Yunmeng suddenly felt that even if no one thought highly of Ren Pingsheng, he would still build momentum for him.

After thinking for a while, he raised his voice and said in a clear and sweet voice: "I think Prince Ren of Zhenbei is quite good. A few days ago, he beat a seventh-grade martial artist half to death with just one punch. With such strength, It may not be possible to enter the top ten.”

As soon as these words came out.

The surroundings instantly became quiet.

The nobles looked at Liu Yunmeng with strange eyes. After a few seconds of silence, they looked away and continued to discuss the topic.

No one answered her.

When Liu Yunmeng saw this scene, he clenched his fists in his sleeves. There was no expression on his face, but he was very angry in his heart.

Each and every one of them had a look in their eyes, as if I and Ren Pingsheng had something to do with each other.

You are only allowed to flatter each other, but I am not allowed to praise you for a lifetime?

What’s the point!

By the time.

Ren Pingsheng is about to enter the top ten. Look, you still look like this.

snort!

Liu Yunmeng pouted dissatisfiedly, picked up a piece of pastry, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, and looked into the mysterious mirror.

The edge of the hunting ground.

The light rain has begun to stop, but the sky is still dark.

Ren Pingsheng held the broken knife in his hand and looked at the handsome young man wearing a moon-white robe far away from the crowd. His expression was a bit strange and he couldn't help but ask: "Who is that?"

beside.

Xiao Rongxue followed his gaze and saw the figure. The corner of her mouth twitched and she replied: "Bai Ping."

Ren Pingsheng looked astonished.

It turns out he is Bai Ping.

It's really a bit unusual.

Among hundreds of people, he was the only one who was not wearing any fancy clothes. He was wearing a spotless and exquisitely made robe, with a touch of rouge on his face.

Summer seedlings are about to begin.

Others try to save energy as much as possible.

What about him?

Not only did he stand upright, he also let out his spiritual energy, blocking the falling drizzle.

That’s all.

What left Ren most speechless was that ever since he arrived here, he had always stood motionless with his hands behind his back.

If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest, Ren Pingsheng would have thought it was a sculpture.

I still remember hearing Xiao Rongxue say before that he was fighting with a crazy person, saying that he had a way to kill himself.

At that time, I thought he was a cold-blooded killer with no emotions.

Now it seems that he is more like a middle school boy who reads too many story books and is always thinking about concave shapes and posing to highlight his unusual personality.

"Speaking of which, he is a bit like the third senior brother who appears as a saint in front of others... Why not give it a try and guide him in that direction."

Looking at the white screen, motionless, standing with hands behind hands, looking up at the sky.

Ren Pingsheng suddenly thought of the characters in a certain novel he had read, and his eyebrows rose with interest.

"Speaking of which, I should call him uncle. Just wait while I go up and say hello."

Ren Pingsheng said casually and walked towards the white screen.

Xiao Rongxue was slightly startled, stretched out her hand to grab his sleeve, and said angrily: "It's about to start, why are you asking for relatives at this time?"

Ren Pingsheng smiled: "Just a few words."

Seeing his smile, Xiao Rongxue felt that he was holding back some bad thoughts. She hesitated for a moment and nodded: "I really should say hello. Go and come back soon."

"Um."

Ren Pingsheng responded and stepped towards Bai Ping, who was wearing a robe.

He was about to walk up to Bai Ping and was about to start a conversation. Before he could make a sound, Bai Ping's figure flashed.

He disappeared from the spot and appeared five steps away, still in his original posture, standing with his hands behind his back and looking up at the sky, without any change.

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Ren Pingsheng's mouth twitched.

I thought, what kind of operation is this?

Don't want others to come near you?

Is it possible that if I take a few steps forward, you will take a few steps back?

Ren Pingsheng thought for a while and moved forward again.

After taking two steps, I heard a cold voice ringing in my ears.

"What's the matter?"

Is this sound transmission into the ear?

Ren Pingsheng was slightly dazed and raised his eyes to look ahead.

Bai Ping stood a few steps away, maintaining his original posture.

moment.

Ren Pingsheng understood.

He was afraid that if he spoke, it would affect his character, so the sound reached his ears.

"It tastes like that. It's just that I'm not that good at it. I should turn my back to the world."

Ren Pingsheng thought this, with a gentle smile on his face, and first introduced himself: "I am here, Ren Pingsheng, the crown prince of Zhenbei. My mother is the eldest daughter of An Guogong. Speaking of which, I should call you uncle."

The words fell.

Bai Ping turned to look at him, his eyes turning from annoyed at being disturbed to curious.

"What's the matter?"

Another sound came into my ears.

His tone was much gentler, not as cold as before.

Ren Pingsheng recalled the plot of the novel, blinked, and said, "I just saw you wearing a white robe, standing with hands behind your hands in the drizzle, looking up at the sky, isolated from the world, and admiration arose in my heart. I can't help but think of a poem that corresponds to the current situation. "

Having said this, he cleared his throat, looked serious, and said slowly in a low tone: "Holding the sun and moon in my hand to pick the stars, there is no one like me in the world."

Holding the sun and moon in my hands and picking up stars, there is no one like me in the world.

Bai Ping tasted it carefully twice, his eyes sparkled with light, and he looked at Ren Pingsheng with a burning gaze, as if he had found his best friend in life.

What a poem!

What a poem!

Ren Pingsheng saw his eyes, raised his eyebrows, and continued: "This poem is a perfect match for you. You may wish to recite it later to give everyone present a little shock."

Hearing this, a picture emerged in Bai Ping's mind.

The light rain was pattering, and I, dressed in an exquisite robe, stayed away from the world, looked up at the sky, and recited: Holding the sun and moon in my hands, picking stars, there is no one like me in the world.

Isn't this the demeanor of a peerless expert in your imagination?

This is the thought.

Bai Ping was even more excited, his eyes were bright, he looked at Ren Pingsheng and blurted out: "Thank you!"

This time, no more sound reached my ears.

Ren Pingsheng smiled gently: "You're welcome. I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave."

After saying that, he turned around and left without stopping.

now.

Bai Ping only had those two lines of poetry in his mind. He didn't say anything, he just recited them silently in his heart.

not far away.

Xiao Rongxue noticed the change in Bai Ping's expression and was surprised.

"It's amazing that it can affect Bai Ping when he's sick."

In her eyes.

What Bai Ping does is make him sick.

After a while, when she saw Ren Pingsheng coming back, she couldn't help but ask: "What did you say to him?"

"nothing."

Ren Pingsheng smiled and told the truth: "I just taught him a poem."

poetry?

Xiao Rongxue looked confused and asked: "What poem?"

Ren Pingsheng raised his eyebrows: "You'll know later."

Do not know why.

Xiao Rongxue always felt that his smile was mean and he looked like he had no good intentions.

but.

If the target being tricked is a white screen, then it’s fine.

This guy always did a lot of inexplicable things when he was in the Yamen, and she had long been unhappy with him.

There was silence for a while.

Xiao Rongxue seemed to have thought of something. She pointed to the other side and asked, "How about you go and chat with him for a few more words?"

Ren Pingsheng looked in the direction of her finger.

I saw a man in his thirties or forties, with gray hair and an unkempt beard, sitting on the ground, carrying a sideways coffin behind him, with the same expressionless face as the white screen just now.

only.

Ren Pingsheng could see the deep loneliness in his eyes, which was completely different from the sophistication Bai Ping pretended.

"Have chance."

Ren Pingsheng didn't want to have too much contact with people who had many stories like this, so he made a casual remark.

Xiao Rongxue didn't say much, she just glanced at the demon-suppressing envoy in the front, who was wearing a python robe, and whispered: "It should start soon."

Ren Pingsheng nodded and asked: "I heard that this time, the two fifth-grade monsters were also released?"

Xiao Rongxue said: "That's right."

Ren Pingsheng said: "Leave it to you to deal with?"

Xiao Rongxue said: "In the hunting ground, no one should deal with anyone. A ninth-level martial artist may encounter a fifth-level demon clan."

"Well said."

Ren Pingsheng nodded in approval. After a few seconds of silence, he lowered his voice and said seriously: "I still feel that the Demon Locking Tower is not that simple."

Xiao Rongxue turned to look at her: "I think so too."

Ren Pingsheng said: "After the summer seedlings begin, don't set off yet. Stay here and observe for half an hour. If there is no problem, then go hunt the monsters."

After a pause, he added: "We have twenty-four hours, no less than half an hour."

After Xiao Rongxue thought for a few seconds, she nodded: "It's up to you."

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye it was already a stick of incense.

The Demon Locker wearing a python suit looked around, then suddenly raised his voice and began to read out the rules.

The rules are simple.

Kill a demon clan and cut off the head for points.

A fifth-level demon clan, with one hundred points.

Sixth level demon clan, accumulated thirty points.

Seventh-level demon clan, accumulated five points.

Eighth-level demon clan, three points.

Ninth-level demon clan, one point.

The time is two days and two nights, which is twenty-four hours.

The more points you have, the higher your ranking.

They can travel together, but they cannot fight for each other's heads, let alone attack each other.

As for how to know if someone is breaking the rules.

After Xia Miao was over, Xu Ruxian, a third-grade scholar and censor of Zuodu, came to ask them if they had violated the rules.

If someone is lying, he can tell at a glance.

After reading the rules, the Demon Locker raised his voice again and shouted:

"Now that you have entered the hunting ground, you will be responsible for your life and death starting from Xia Miao!"

The words fell.

Hundreds of noble disciples couldn't wait to rush into the hunting ground and hunt down the monsters.

Didn't take a few steps.

Suddenly I heard a cold and melodious voice coming from between heaven and earth.

"Holding the sun and moon in my hands and picking up stars, there is no one like me in the world."

"?"

When everyone heard these two lines of poetry that were extremely arrogant and arrogant, they subconsciously stopped in their tracks.

Looking towards the source of the sound, I saw Prince An Guo standing in the distance, wearing a spotless white robe, standing with his hands behind his hands, looking up at the sky, motionless like a sculpture, looking like a lonely master.

Seeing this scene, and thinking about the two lines of the poem just now, everyone suddenly had a thought in their minds: "Damn! I really want to hit him!"

Some people couldn't help but complain: "Even if he is extremely talented and is in the fifth grade at a young age, he is still far from being able to hold the sun and moon in his hands and pick the stars. There is no one like me in the world."

"Don't mention him, even the Martial Saint and Taoist Master may not dare to say that they can hold the sun and moon in their hands and pick the stars."

"The King of Zhenbei and the eldest princess were so stunning back then, but they were never as arrogant as him."

There is nothing wrong with the poem itself.

If any extraordinary monk were to recite it, everyone would feel that there is a high mountain to look up to, and even though they cannot reach it, they still yearn for it.

But when a fifth-grade young man reads it, it makes people feel arrogant and frivolous, which is hard to describe in just one word.

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When Xiao Rongxue heard these two lines of poetry, she felt the same as everyone else, and the corners of her mouth twitched.

He opened his mouth, wanting to complain, but turned around to see Ren Pingsheng's face flushed, looking like he was holding back a smile.

moment.

She realized something, and her expression became even weirder: "Did you teach him this poem?"

Ren Pingsheng bit the tip of his tongue gently, tried not to laugh out loud, shook his head, and said seriously: "I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense."

He really taught me.

Too.

Although this poem deserves a beating when read out.

But the majestic momentum cannot be created by a white screen.

"It's not you, why are you laughing?" Xiao Rongxue glanced at him sideways and asked.

"I thought of happy things." Ren Pingsheng replied while suppressing a smile.

"."

The corners of Xiao Rongxue's eyes twitched, and she was too lazy to talk nonsense to him. She took out the Xiuchun knife, wiped it with her sleeve, and said casually: "Call me in half an hour."

at the same time.

Near the high platform.

The nobles witnessed this scene in the mysterious mirror with puzzled faces.

What happened in the hunting grounds?

Why are these people staring at Prince An Guo, as if they want to go up and beat him up?

Just wondering.

I heard the emperor's voice coming from the high platform.

"Ask Sun Tongxing what happened."

Sun Tongxing is the name of the Demon Locker.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The chief eunuch Wang Zheng responded and turned to wink at the other eunuch.

The eunuch immediately understood, jumped into the air, and flew away.

After only a moment, he left and returned, reporting: "Reporting to Your Majesty, it's nothing important. It's just that Prince Anguo read a poem."

"Oh? He can also compose poetry?"

Emperor Zhaowu seemed to know this Bai Ping very well. He was slightly surprised when he heard the poem was written. He waved his hands and said, "What poem? Read it and listen."

Off stage.

The royal relatives and nobles also showed curiosity and listened attentively.

Only An Guogong seemed to have expected something. His face was a little unsightly. He lowered his head and kept picking up vegetables.

"Back to the Holy One, Prince Anguo is thinking: holding the sun and moon in hand and picking stars, there is no one like me in the world."

The words fell.

Everyone fell silent instantly.

The entire high platform was silent.

Emperor Zhaowu looked a little weird. After being silent for a long time, he waved his hand and said, "I know, let's go down."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The eunuch responded and returned to his seat.

The surroundings were quiet for a moment, and then gradually returned to the original atmosphere.

Everyone tacitly agreed not to mention this poem.

Until after one stick of incense.

Finally, someone couldn't hold it in any longer, looked at An Guogong, and raised his eyebrows: "I didn't expect that this guy in your family can actually compose poems. He is a good composer, has lofty ambitions, and is very powerful."

The speaker was Duke Dingguo.

Only the Duke dares to tease the Duke like this.

"Cough cough cough cough cough."

On the side, Marquis Dingbo heard the words of Duke Dingguo and thought of the two lines of poems and the picture shown in the mysterious mirror. The wine in his mouth accidentally spit out and he choked and coughed.

This cough.

Several nobles around him began to cough.

"Cough cough cough haha. Cough cough hahaha."

There was a gentleman who couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into laughter.

Anguo Gong's face was slightly red, but he ignored it and kept eating.

Among the royal relatives and nobles.

Only Liu Yunmeng, with bright eyes, recited in a low voice: "Holding the sun and moon in hand to pick the stars, I hope that one day I can pick the stars as mentioned in this poem and give them to me."

On the high platform.

Emperor Zhaowu glanced at his daughter, sighed inwardly, withdrew his gaze and looked at the mysterious mirror.

The royal family members laughed for a while, and then focused their attention on the mystery mirror again, wanting to see who among this group of people could seize the opportunity.

I watched it for a while.

Their expressions changed again.

There are doubts and confusions.

"Why are the Prince Zhenbei and the three from the Zhenmo Division not moving?"