Volume 1, Chapter 180: Nine Heavens Jade Dew.
I saw a man wearing a high crown and golden shoes, and a red python robe.
The jade belt around the waist sparkles.
From this perspective, one feels that he is upright and incorruptible.
He walked down with a warm smile on his face.
But it still cannot conceal his saintly edge.
When the people around saw this person, they all bowed and saluted.
"I have seen the king."
The Northern Maniac King raised his hands.
"Gentlemen, no need to be polite."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, King Beimang walked towards the gate of the pavilion.
Chao Yu lived beside him.
The Northern Hooligan King Situ Feng walked to the side of Ye Tingmu and others.
Suddenly stopped.
His eyes examined Ye Tingmu.
The corners of his mouth tilted up slightly.
Being looked at like this by someone, and by a saint at that, Ye Tingmu felt somewhat flustered.
"Are you the Shangyun scholar, Ye Tingmu?"
Ye Tingmu was stunned.
I didn't expect that the Northern Maniac King would talk to me here.
But he still replied: "It is me."
The Northern Maniac King nodded.
"He is handsome, not bad."
"Your Majesty, you are too kind."
Then he subconsciously glanced at Feng He beside him.
Feng He did not hide or avoid, but looked at him as well.
A strange look flashed across the eyes of the Northern Maniac King.
And then left.
Chao Yu, who was standing beside him, glared at him fiercely.
That look seemed to tear him apart.
Only after the Northern Maniac King left did everyone breathe a sigh of relief.
The pressure of a saint, even if he just stands in front of you.
As long as there is hostility towards you, it will make you feel uneasy.
Ye Tingmu also sniffed angrily.
He was a little surprised. A saint, and the king of the northern gangsters, actually participated in such an event?
Wan Jin patted his chest.
"Oh my god, it's so scary."
Jinghong raised her little head and asked in confusion, "Is it really that serious? I don't think it's that scary."
Ye Tingmu glanced at him.
Little guy like you, there is nothing in the world that you are afraid of.
"Come on, let's go in too."
Now that you're here, why should you be afraid of him?
Besides, the longer the Northern Maniac King is here, the safer he will be, hehe.
As he said this, he took a few people and went inside.
At this moment, Hua Zhilu bit her red lips, with a strange look in her eyes.
It's a bit cold and resolute.
However, Ye Tingmu did not find anything unusual about all this.
After the few people left, discussions arose all around.
"Now that Chao Yu is here, will he fight with Shang Yun Shusheng again?"
"It shouldn't happen. The person next to the Third Prince is the Northern Rogue King. Shangyun Shusheng is very powerful and can challenge him."
"Why worry about it? Today is a poetry competition, there is no place for us to show our skills. If the two of them want to compete, they can only compete with poetry."
"It's true what you said, but who do you think will win?"
The man waved his folding fan.
"If we compare teams, Ye Tingmu with Lin An will undoubtedly win. If these two fight against each other, it is still unknown. I don't know whether Shangyun Shusheng has talent or not..."
"Yeah, that makes some sense. Let's go in and take a look."
After jumping through this door and walking a few steps, you will reach a main road.
In front of the avenue, a huge lake appeared out of thin air.
Ye Tingmu looked into the distance.
This lake is larger than the Blackwater Pond.
Moreover, on the lake surface, you can see mandarin ducks playing in the water and flocks of white cranes.
The waves are sparkling and shining brightly.
Although the lotus flowers in the lake have not bloomed yet, their leaves cover half of the lake.
And that is the center of the lake.
Several corridors can be seen extending and intersecting.
It is hung with red lanterns.
There is a one or two-story building at the connection point, like a castle in the sky.
In front of the pavilion, there is a huge square made of wooden boards.
At this time, there were endless talented men and beautiful women around, all heading there.
I looked at the time and it really only took an hour to start.
Ye Tingmu didn't stop, he just took Guanqi's hand and walked over.
Ye Tingmu smiled and couldn't help but sigh, it seems that this is indeed interesting.
This place is really nice.
Very appropriate.
The identities of these people were quite distinguished, so they found a seat near the front and sat down.
Soon, the maid brought cakes and tea.
This lake deck is huge.
It can accommodate tens of thousands of people at a time.
Of course, not everyone can enter.
You must be a scholar, a student, or a princess.
Ye Tingmu is naturally neither of them.
But Dongfang Qingzhu is so shameless.
It was easy to enter with a few people.
Ye Tingmu asked, "With so many people, how can we compare? Who writes better? How do we decide?"
Wan Jin smiled and explained patiently.
"Master, in previous years, the envoys from Zhulu Academy would set the topic, and then everyone would improvise poetry. Don't be fooled by the large number of people who come. Most of them are like me. Although we come every year, we don't understand anything and don't understand the rhythm of rhythm. Therefore, there will not be many people who can actually write poetry."
"Uh.....you're not better than me. You come here every year."
Wan Jin scratched his head awkwardly and said with a wry smile, "Isn't it possible to see beauties? Look at how pretty they are. How happy is Xiao Hei to see them?"
Ye Tingmu also looked over subconsciously, and saw Zhou Heisan with a obsessed look on his face, laughing foolishly from time to time.
This caused the people around to shake their heads.
Wan Jin continued, "Someone will start first, and if you think your poem is better than that person's, you will stand up and recite your own poem, and so on."
Ye Tingmu nodded.
He understood a little.
Whoever is capable can do it.
But in a situation like this, even though there are a lot of people, most of them are just there to join in the fun.
There are only a few people who are truly talented.
As long as these people recited their own poems, I believe others would just applaud or something.
There is no need to worry about this, as you may not be able to figure it out after comparing for a long time.
"So what's the reward for the champion?"
"Yes, the winner will receive a bottle of Nine Heavens Jade Dew."
"What is this Nine Heavens Jade Dew?"
Dongfang Qingzhu interrupted.
"This is a good thing. It can strengthen your complexion and remove scars. Anyway, it is something every girl dreams of."
"Uh... then this thing should be very valuable."
Ye Tingmu said angrily that anything that can preserve a woman's appearance must be very expensive.
Although one can practice cultivation in this world and rely on one's own practice to keep one's youthful appearance forever.
But after all, only a few people can practice.
Even fewer can reach the state of trance.
This is still very tempting for most women.
Wan Jin said, "This is not about money. The key is that you can't buy it even if you have money. This item is exclusive to Zhulu Academy. I heard that only 20 bottles are produced every year. You can't buy it even if you want to. But Brother Lin has a bottle."
Ye Tingmu turned his head and looked at Lin An.
"How did you get it?"
Lin An smiled awkwardly and said, "Lin An is not talented, I won the first place last year, hehe."
"You can, you have something."
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