The First Undercover In The Fairy World

In Guanghan Palace, Jiang Chenyu, who withdrew from the secret realm, sneered.

Everything is in the plan. Others thought she had to agree to let all the major Sects come to win the treasure. In fact, Jiang Chenyu had expected it a long time ago. She opposed it at first, but just wanted to let the younger disciples take action. .

Her direct disciple is invincible below the Zhitian realm, and even in the face of the Zhitian realm, he has the power to fight.

When fighting for the secret treasure, it was basically stable.

Even if other Sects have some talented disciples, so what? She can act as a referee. Once things get out of control, she won't be able to take the treasure directly. Anyway, there is an appointment online, and other Sect's Head Teachers can't be in Cold Moon City. Who can stop her at that time.

When the baby is forcibly grabbed, no one can force her to return.

This is Jiang Chenyu's arrogance.

It's ridiculous that other Sects must now be thinking about how to send the best disciples to win the treasure.

The organizer and the referee are both me, how do you win?

"Summon Holy Maiden to see this palace."

"Return to the Palace Master, Holy Maiden has gone to Cold Moon City."

Jiang Chenyu nodded when he heard the words and told the maid to step back, but he was thinking.

Her apprentice has always liked quietness, but now that Hanyue City is full of people, she will stay here too?

Speaking of it, the Hanjiang Poetry Club is coming soon, but it happens to use the name of the Poetry Club to expel those restless guys.

Jiang Chenyu had a plan in mind, so he issued an edict to go on.

The next morning, Lin Yun was awakened by a loud noise.

Wang Wanqiu has woken up and is watching the excitement.

Lin Yun leaned over and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Guanghan Palace is rushing people, because the poem meeting is about to be held, and Hanyue City is overcrowded, let visitors who can't participate in the poem meeting leave Hanyue City."

"So domineering? Guanghan Palace really isn't afraid to offend people?"

"Those who can make a poem within a limited time can stay. In this case, those who stay will have more Faces and will naturally help them speak. Those who are driven away will also be scrupulous about fame and dare not make a public statement. Naturally, there will be no future troubles in doing so."

Lin Yun couldn't help sighing when he heard the words, the people in this world of cultivating immortals are all human beings. Apart from cultivation, there are many other places worth learning.

"Then what shall we do?"

"Don't worry, I also have some talent."

Wang Wanqiu said proudly. Obviously, she felt that she was not just a little talented, but a lot of talent, and now she was just modest.

Not long after, the group of young cultivators in white robes arrived in front of them.

"You already know the reason, do you two leave temporarily, or write a poem?"

The first person looked rather humble and polite, and he was also very handsome. Lin Yun had heard that Guanghan Palace recruited disciples. The first thing he saw was not the talent for cultivation, but the face. Male disciples generally receive very little unless they are very handsome.

so……

If he wants to worship Guanghan Palace, he only needs to show his face.

It's just that the purpose of this trip is Shenxiaozong, and there is also the vinegar jar of Dongfang Hongyue at home, and Guanghan Palace, a place where the yin is prosperous and the sun is declining, is not suitable for him to stay.

Wang Wanqiu of the poetry meeting is naturally going to participate. She stretched out her hand and said with a smile: "Please write a question."

"If you are going to do a very dangerous thing now, you may have to make sacrifices for it, but this is good for your country and your country. In this situation, please compose a poem."

Good guy, this is the topic of poems.

Listening to this topic, Lin Yun subconsciously said in his heart: "Gou..."

Forget it, just start.

There is a limited time for writing poems, at most it is a stick of incense, about fifteen minutes.

After walking seven steps in the room, Wang Wanqiu was inspired.

This question happened to fit her state of mind. Whether it was the plan to assassinate Dongfang Hongyue, or undercover by Dongfang Hongyue's side, or even rescue Lin Yun from Lieyang Mountain afterwards, she always put her own life and death out of the question.

There is no need to suppose. Recalling the mood at that time, Wang Wanqiu took a step forward and said: "The sky is bright, the moon is in the sky, the lotus in the water is in the pavilion, the gentleman is noble, and my aspirations are also long. Sweep away thieves and traitors, swear to cut the devil's karma, and distinguish the universe from the world. Who said that he would not spare his life? The tears in the back of the dream."

"Good good!"

Lin Yun clapped loudly after Wang Wanqiu finished reading.

Although I don’t know how to taste your poems, we will call 666.

It's over with applause.

Wang Wanqiu: "..."

Just immersed in his impassioned and tragic atmosphere, and even wanted to shed a few tears. However, as soon as Lin Yun applauded, all the atmosphere disappeared.

I was very angry.

But her heart was still immersed in that kind of tragic feeling, and it was too late to get angry.

The tragic atmosphere is gone again, uncomfortable.

The disciples of Guanghan Palace also looked at Lin Yun speechlessly.

You are poisonous, right?

Can't you experience the thoughts and feelings in such a good poem?

Don't talk, feel it with your heart!

Lin Yun: "I can't feel it, except for my Chinese teacher, no one dares to let me appreciate poetry."

"Who is this……"

The disciple who led the team asked unwillingly.

"This is a son."

Wang Wanqiu replied.

The man sighed, shook his head and said, "Mingzhu secretly cast, it's a pity, it's a sigh."

After all, turn around and leave.

Lin Yun: "..."

Boy, I remember you.

You must be jealous that I am handsome, right?

Not much to say, this is a small note, I have the opportunity to arrange for you to be with Grandpa Bi.

Seeing Lin Yun staring at other people's back, Wang Wanqiu couldn't help laughing: "Are you not angry? I don't think he is wrong. Who would let you bother you to taste the poems."

She was in a very happy mood. After all, the feeling of being recognized for her talent was great.

Lin Yun curled his lips and didn't argue with her, but just said, "The great poet, do we want to go out and inquire about information today?"

Wang Wanqiu nodded, and said: "Guanghan Palace drove people so aggressively, it is good for us, even if people from the Red Lotus Cult came to Cold Moon City, it would not be good to deal with us."

As soon as Wang Wanqiu's voice fell, Lin Yun felt the heat in his right middle finger.

Yes, this is also two minds.

The two minds of the index finger belong to Jianzong.

The two minds of the middle finger belong to the Red Lotus Sect.

If you continue undercover like this, you don't know if your two hands are enough.

Hongling called for an emergency at this time, and didn't know what was going on, Lin Yun said quickly: "In this case, let's do things separately."

Wang Wanqiu lowered her eyes, then smiled and said: "Okay, you are all careful."

Lin Yun: "..."

He knew that Wang Wanqiu must think he was about to start activities as a double agent.

Humph, silly, it's Third Stage.

Lin Yun responded to Hong Ling very simply, and walked carefully in the direction he sensed.

Soon I arrived at another inn.

After approaching Hongling, Hongling's voice rang in Lin Yun's mind.

"Lin Yun, do you know how to compose a poem, please think of one for me."

Lin Yun: "..."

Is Wang Wanqiu also a prophet?

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