The First Undercover In The Fairy World

"what happened to you?"

"nothing."

Lin Yun put away the sword.

I always feel that the three people are a little weird, and they are going out to avoid trouble as much as possible.

Wang Wanqiu nodded, but her spirit became tighter.

After Fairy finished reading the poem with others, he announced that the poem meeting had officially started.

Some dancers stepped onto the stage and danced to the sound of the silk and bamboo orchestra.

It was the first time that Lin Yun saw such a pure classical dance, and he watched it very attentively for a while.

Not far away, Dongfang Hongyue's clone also kept a trace of spiritual thought on Lin Yun's body. Seeing that he was so interested in other women, he couldn't help but feel angry.

A bunch of vulgar fans, what's so beautiful!

Lin Yun's eyelids suddenly jumped a few times, but when he looked at the plump figure of the woman leading the stage, he didn't care about it.

Then play music, then dance!

Lin Yun hasn’t watched the ball when he came to the world of Xiuxian. Women in the world of Xiuxian are generally very handsome. However, their figures are very sad. Just like Wang Wanqiu next to him, they can pretend to be without too much disguise. Into a man.

It's rare to see a woman with such a figure, what's wrong with my eyes?

The undercover work is so hard and stressful, it is understandable to decompress it!

Unfortunately, after one song, Fairy played again.

Lin Yun couldn't help complaining in his heart: "Why do women have to wear a veil when they go out? Isn't this a kind of discrimination against women? I'm trembling all over when I am really angry. When will your women stand up!"

Isn't it just a horrible thing to wear the veil all the time?

But then you have to read it!

However, the flower Fairy's voice is really nice, crisp and melodious, with the cool temperament unique to the Guanghan Palace cultivator, but it does not give people the feeling of being close.

"The breeze and the bright moon are accompanied by a crowd of friends and friends. On this good day, the poems of the cold river will arrive as scheduled..."

This speech reminded Lin Yun of the opening ceremony of the school days.

The smell is a bit rushing.

It's a pity that it's not the golden autumn and October, and the sweet osmanthus is fragrant.

"...There are three themes of this poem meeting, chanting spring, chanting flowers, and chanting the moon. The poems that won the first prize this time will receive a limited edition Mingyue Baopin provided by Guanghan Palace, and a Mingyue Baopin. It is a top-grade Magical Item refined by the Guanghan Palace. It has the purpose of clearing the heart and calming the spirit. It is the first choice for the beloved to express admiration."

Lin Yun: "..."

How did he smell an advertisement?

Flower Fairy continued to announce the second and third prizes, namely the Yuehua Fairy (Middle Grade Magical Item) and Buyun Boots (Low Grade Magical Item) refined by Guanghan Palace.

In addition, the top ten can get the Hanjiang Poetry Club Medal. With the medal, you can purchase Magic Treasures, elixir and other items at Guanghan Palace, all with a 30% discount, valid for one year.

The way to decide the outcome is very simple. Everyone can participate. After the three judges have tasted it first, they feel that they can participate in the competition before reading it to everyone.

Every guest has a free flower. After that, the price of the flower is ten cents apiece, and the price is very cheap. You can buy flowers to help your favorite poem win the first prize.

Good guy, Guanghan Palace is really good at playing!

Lin Yun thought before that, if you hold a poem meeting every year, you can eat and drink for free at the poem meeting. Is there no blood loss in Guanghan Palace?

Now he suddenly found out, good guys, these guests might make blood, but Guanghan Palace definitely won't lose money.

but……

What does this have to do with me as a prostitute party?

I will not buy anything anyway.

"Would you like to try it too?"

Wang Wanqiu saw that Lin Yun hadn't written before, and knew that Lin Yun probably couldn't write poems, so this question was more casual.

"I'll forget it."

Dongfang Hongyue reminded him to keep a low profile, the vinegar jar at home is really hard to serve!

Lin Yun thought triumphantly, but he didn't know that the vinegar jar had exploded long ago.

If it weren't for the other two demon lords, Dongfang Hongyue would arrange for Lin Yun.

Lin Yun was thinking this way, and suddenly heard someone discuss the value of this bright moon treasure hairpin.

The market price is one thousand taels of gold, and the limited edition sells for 10,000 yuan.

Some people complain about it and don't look good at it, it's not worth the price, and some people respond. It's enough for this thing to look good, and the most important thing is the added value.

Ah this...

Lin Yun remembered that she hadn't had much money until now. She used Dongfang Hongyue's things before, and she gave her all the clothes.

After that, I went to Shenxiaozong, and I had to prepare some money!

It's done!

"Otherwise, I think it's okay to show off my talents appropriately."

"Then you come!"

There are pens and inks in front of everyone's small table, which can be used by themselves.

"What's the topic?"

Lin Yun asked while holding a pen and paper.

"Spring, flowers, months."

Wang Wanqiu's face was speechless all of a sudden, and she didn't know the topic, so she didn't care about it.

Lin Yun began to ponder.

What poems were written about Chun Huayue at the same time? Let's copy a song casually.

Within three seconds, Lin Yun had the answer in his mind.

Moonlit night on the spring river.

Now that you have all the three elements, we can also tidy up your life if you come to Jiang He Ye.

"The tide of the Chunjiang River connects to the sea, and the bright moon on the sea coexists with the tide."

After Lin Yun wrote these two sentences, he let Wang Wanqiu take a look. If someone else wrote them, it would be ashamed to take them out by himself.

His knowledge reserves are relatively low, and Wang Wanqiu must be right.

At first, Wang Wanqiu thought that Lin Yun was fooling around. She herself was still wondering where to start. She glanced at Lin Yun's poems impatiently, and she was stunned.

With these two sentences alone, she felt wonderful.

"So you can write poems..."

"Of course, what do you think?"

"Just two sentences, you can't see anything, you should at least finish it first."

Wang Wanqiu was thinking that Lin Yun would write a few sentences in this poem.

"Okay, then I will continue."

Since Wang Wanqiu has never seen it, it means there is no problem, and you can copy it.

Lin Yunfen's writing is swift, his calligraphy is relatively ordinary, and he has practiced some brushwork before, but his hand is not stable.

But now, he was already an immortal cultivator, and he didn't panic and his hands didn't shake. At this time, he wrote a piece of paper.

Ah, how can I write it on a piece of paper...

Wang Wanqiu was also stunned.

How can he write so fast? Don't you need to think about it?

Looking at the artistic conception of the poem again, at the beginning, it depicts the beautiful night scene of the Chunjiang River. However, Wang Wanqiu couldn't help but feel a move when he wrote about who first saw the moon by the river and when the moon shines on the first year of the river.

Her thoughts were drawn by the artistic conception of the poem, as if following the long river of time, she saw the first person looking back at the moon by the river.

Life has been endless from generation to generation, Jiang Yue looks similar every year,

Generations of people are living, old, sick, and dying, but this moon is eternal.

So, is this the meaning of my cultivator, asking immortals?

Wang Wanqiu's Dao heart was shaken by the question in the poem, but she quickly became firm in her own Dao heart.

At the same time, a mysterious breath spread from her body, Wang Wanqiu was immersed in the epiphany and did not wake up, but the rest of the Hanjiang Poetry Club felt it.

For a time, everyone was shocked!

Lin Yun: "???"

I haven't finished writing yet, are you fucking here?

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