New White Snake Asking Immortals

After searching for a while, Bai Yujun found that the smell was getting weaker and weaker. The monster should have left.

"Wolf, go."

Since you're gone, there's no need to chase. Dealing with the evil monks and the evil demons is the responsibility of the monks in the local city. For example, the special forces walk on the streets to find traces of criminals. If the situation permits, they can come forward to assist in arresting them. If the criminals run away If so, it has nothing to do with the special forces, it is purely a matter of the local police station.

Most cities in the world have monks who specialize in dealing with similar situations. Now that the monster left, Chu Zhe didn't care about continuing to visit Qingyuan.

The four of them would never have imagined that they would meet that wolf demon in the future.

At the entrance of Qingyuan, the inconspicuous man turned his head and carefully glanced at the four figures in the crowd, especially three of them. The aura emanating from the distance made him nervous and had to leave early. He knew that he met the real one today. He became a master, and his figure disappeared into the crowd and quickly disappeared.

"Let's go, let's go and see those poems." Chu Zhe suggested to read those scholar's works. After writing the poems, they would be hung up for others to appreciate. Generally speaking, it's not easy to take them out to show their ugliness. There are no handed down works.

"Wow, wow."

Xu Ling was very happy and headed to the corridor where the poems were hung.

Bai Yujun also went over to take a look. Poetry, it can only be said that it can be read. It is not enough to say that it is shocking in ancient and modern times. Compared with celebrities such as poet Li Bai, it is not only the distance in time and space.

"It's really good poetry, it's more interesting than the mountain." Xu Ling was elated.

"No, there are many good poems on the mountain, but you don't usually pay attention to it. For example, there is a stone carving under the Lotus Peak, which was made by the senior Wuwei Daoist of the sect."

Yang Mu knew that you couldn't remember anything with a full face.

"real?"

Xu Ling was incredulous.

"Exactly."

This sentence irritated Xu Ling. He glared at Yang Mu and turned to look at Chu Zhe. He immediately put on a cute expression.

Poems were written on paper and hung on both sides of the corridor, and the breeze blew through them with a strong scent of ink.

The ink in ancient times is not as pungent and unpleasant as those made of chemicals in modern times. Those synthetic inks made of chemicals can cause body organ failure. The ancient ink is very safe, and if you accidentally eat it, it will not What a big reaction.

He moved slightly, and finally stopped when he came to a certain poem. The poem was good and the words were good. Although it was a little jerky, it was rare, especially when there were so many ordinary works around it, which made it stand out from the crowd.

People came and went in the corridor, and there was an endless stream of scholars and young ladies who gathered in front of their favorite poems to hang around.

Just as Bai Yujun was about to turn around and leave, she unexpectedly stepped on someone else's foot.

The scholar turned around leisurely and looked like a handsome young man indifferent. He could still smile so calmly when someone stepped on his foot, which shows how many times he practiced on weekdays.

"Sorry, sorry." Bai Yujun tried her best to finish these two words.

The scholar was stunned for a moment, then relieved.

"It's okay, Miss, but you like to write this word? If you like it, you can take it. It's fate to meet you. Also, may I ask where Miss Fang's famous family lives."

Bai Yujun looked left and right, and after realizing it, she wanted to understand that the scholar was calling her miss. However, why is this routine so cliché? Was it his intention to be trampled just now?

Immediately, just now, I thought that the word was good, but in a blink of an eye, I felt that it was not pleasing to the eye, so I turned around and left without answering.

The scholar was angry and reached out his hand to grab Bai Yujun's shoulder.

Suddenly, there was a lot of flowers in front of him, and Yang Mu looked at the 30-year-old scholar unhappily, and sighed in his heart that the unofficial history and the unpopular books were right. The bad guy is admirable, and he deliberately strikes up a conversation and still wants to do it. I wonder if Dabai will give him some snake venom to sober up if he gets offended.

Seeing that the young man in front of him was angry, but he was very arrogant. The scholar could only hold back his offending people. The girl just now was not wearing very valuable jewelry and was not wearing expensive fabrics. She must be the daughter of a poor family or a maid and dancer from a wealthy family. It is not difficult to ask the Lord to say a few good words.

In ancient times, it was common to exchange concubines.

Bai Yujun, who was far away, didn't care about the unhappiness just now, and happily watched the literati in the attic sitting in front of the window chanting and writing poems. The lady's sachet and handkerchief will be presented, and the courtesans in the brothel in the city will also sincerely invite the boudoir to tell the story.

The poems kept causing the crowd to cheer, but Bai Yujun felt very ordinary.

Fortunately, the food was very satisfying, and the price was fair. Bai Yujun had no money, and Xu Ling had no money, but Yang Mu somehow got a bunch of money and bought a lot of desserts to eat.

Chu Zhe looked at Bai Yujun speechlessly as he grabbed the dessert and stuffed it into his mouth to chew it without chewing it. Xu Ling wanted to compete with Bai Yujun to see who eats faster, and he was defeated in a short while.

In fact, poetry meetings are meaningless, and the more ordinary poetry you listen to, the more numb you feel.

This is the exclusive event for the scholars and the ladies to be married~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The scholars can attract the attention of the ladies, and the three people who feel a little bored decided to go back to the inn to rest, and finally passed through the crowd and left the Qing Dynasty. Court.

On the attic of Qingyuan.

The scholar who struck up a conversation with Bai Yujun before was courting a young man in brocade with luxurious clothes.

"Master Zhang, how did that look just now?"

The young man in Jinfu nodded when he heard the words.

"Yes, she is unforgettable because she is pure and delicate. She has a thin waist and thin legs. It's the type I like. Who's it?"

"Back to Master Zhang, someone has seen him at the Jufu Inn on East Street. It should be a foreigner."

"Where did Brother Lang go? Let Brother Lang bring the little girl over tonight and tell him not to touch him, otherwise he won't mess with Liu Cheng in the future. I'm not joking."

"Yes, Master Zhang."

The servant went to deliver the letter. In the attic, we continued to watch the singing and dancing, and the beautiful women in their arms drank and drank water. The poetry conference downstairs seemed to have nothing to do with the upstairs...

Late at night.

A black shadow ran and jumped silently on the roof, stopped on a certain tower, and stood on the top of the tower to confirm the direction of Jufu Inn.

in the inn.

The doors of the four guest rooms opened, and three people and one snake walked out of the room.

The three Bai Yujun felt that something was approaching, and Chu Zhe had already sensed the person's location. He quickly made special gestures with his palms to cast spells to hide his breath, and there was no expression on his face. Yang Mu and Xu Ling yawned again and again, afraid? There is absolutely no need for that. Standing next to him is the eldest disciple of the head of Chunyang. To tell the truth, I am afraid that the elders of Chunyang Palace will not be able to defeat Chu Zhe.

Looking at the two direct disciples of Qingxu Palace, Chu Zhe shook his head and didn't care about their laziness. Or...stand by and watch them play?