The starry sky returned to the sleeve of a beautiful woman.

The hall was quiet for a moment.

Everyone came to their senses with solemn expressions, and their eyes were all focused on two people.

A fairy in a black dress with stars on her sleeves, who is keeping her eyes closed and remains silent, and a young scholar with a calm expression, who is washing his index finger with wine.

Especially the former, the violent fluctuations of spiritual energy on his body could not be hidden from anyone with a discerning eye.

“This… this is the Tianzhi Realm!”

"Is this the Nanshan Appreciation of Poetry? It allows people to directly ascend to the Heavenly Aspiration after enlightenment, and directly ascend to the Heavenly Aspiration Realm. For most cultivators, it saves at least an epoch of time."

"Hiss, a 20-year-old female cultivator in the Tianzhi realm. I remember that Su Qingdai had just entered the Haoran realm at the beginning of the year. In one year, she reached a new realm... She, she might need half a century to forge a golden elixir!"

Inside the hall, everyone couldn't help but raise a low wave of noise, mixed with some sounds of swallowing saliva.

Some of the Crescent Moon Li Nu were more focused on Nanshan's poetry itself. For example, the aloof Li Nu who had just looked down on the first half of "Qingyu'an" with natural prejudice was obviously well versed in poetry. At this moment, she couldn't help but take a few steps forward, leaned forward, stretched her neck, and stared at the poems written with rouge on Su Qingdai's sleeves.

"I searched for him among the crowd for a thousand times... Suddenly I turned around and there he was, in the dimly lit place... In the dimly lit place... So that's how it is. So that's how it is. The previous part was full of prosperity and bustle, with countless moths, snow willows, and smiling beauties in gorgeous clothes, which made people dazzled, but he was still searching for him for a thousand times, until the last sentence turned around and there was light, and there he was, quietly in the dimly lit place. It's amazing that he can turn decay into magic like this."

She was silent for a while and looked at Zhao Rong with complicated eyes.

Xuecan glanced at the girl and then at Zhao Rong who looked normal. He said nothing. It was not his fault that these talented and noble girls lost their composure. They had never seen Nanshan Pin's poems before when they were on the Dali Mountain.

As for the other side.

"Nanshan Pin, it's Nanshan Pin. It's estimated that you won't see a Nanshan Pin in the academy in a year! Zi Yu wrote a Nanshan Pin!" Gu Yiwu's eyes were as big as copper bells, and he looked Zhao Rong up and down again as if he was looking at a monster.

It feels like I just got to know this good friend today.

The monks present might be too far away from what Nanshan poetry appreciation represents in Linlu Academy and have no idea about it, but Gu Yiwu and the students of Justice Hall know what it means.

They were all a little numb, looking at Zhao Rong who was quietly washing his index finger with wine. What kind of god classmate is this? If we had known you were so good, we would still be worried about you and accompany you down the mountain for the examination.

Especially Gu Yiwu, as a senior of Justice Hall, he is competing for a certain position just like Yu Huaijin.

The extremely rare Nanshan poetry is something that can make the headmaster nod his head and write it down in a booklet for extra points.

"Speaking of which, is Mr. Zhao's Nanshan Pin a one-time state of self-existence, or a state of no self that can be restored?" The students of the Justice Hall whispered.

"It should be the realm of self. It's too exaggerated to write it down and reuse it in the realm of no self."

"Why does Fairy Su have a sleeve full of stars on her left sleeve?" A student pointed out the key point.

This question left the students silent for a while.

Gu Yiwu let out a long breath at this time. He obviously knew more and explained with a sigh:

"All the poems that have entered the highest rank have carried a certain great principle of heaven and earth, especially those of the Nanshan rank. Even after being used, they still have an indelible vision engraved on them, and can even carry strange effects. Look at Fairy Su's black dress. If I'm not mistaken, it was originally a magical weapon of a high rank. Now, it has sleeves full of Nanshan rank star visions blessing it, and it is estimated that it has been upgraded again."

Just as Mu Jin, Li Mingyi, Xue Can and others were silent, and students such as Gu Yiwu were whispering.

Su Qingdai, who had closed her eyes and remained silent, suddenly opened her eyes.

She looked down at her left sleeve that was surrounded by stars, and her five white and crystal clear fingers, and gently clenched her fist.

The crispy breast kept rising and falling and could not calm down for a long time.

Even a Jindan cultivator was surprised by the high rank of this Xuanyin Liuxian skirt. She even felt that these stars could flow into her heart lake... It was worthy of being the Nanshan grade, the first-class poetry in the world. At this moment, there was another earth-shaking feeling in her body.

The improvement in his realm of perception was too sudden. Compared with the previous turtle-like pace, the difference was like heaven and earth. Su Qingdai still feels a little dazed now.

However, the realm improvement brought about by 'Nanshan Pin of My Realm' is solid and well-known, without any hidden dangers - this is one of the reasons why the poems and lyrics of the Nanshan Pin are so popular among the monks on the mountain.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Su Qingdai, who had recovered her breath, gently touched the last line of the quatrain on her left sleeve, which seemed like a stroke of genius. Her lips moved slightly as if she was muttering something. The next second, she took light steps, came in front of Zhao Rong, and sat directly on his left leg.

This is not the end yet.

This stunning fairy, with an aura as cold and arrogant as an iceberg, directly picked up the wine glass that Zhao Rong had used to wash the rouge on his index finger. She used her two white porcelain-like jade fingers to lightly twist the bottom of the glass. She stared at Zhao Rong without stopping, then raised her head and drank the glass of "rouge wine" in one gulp.

A few drops of crystal clear wine leaked from the corners of Su Qingdai's lips, slowly slid down her delicate chin, adhered to the delicate snow-white skin, passed through the beautifully curved round neck, until it sank into the dark valley that Zhao Rong could not see.

During the whole drinking process, she kept glancing at Zhao Rong without blinking, and looking into his eyes.

The latter also looked at her with interest.

This operation made many people around stare in astonishment, and what followed was even more shocking.

Su Qingdai drank the glass, put it down, and held up Zhao Rong's right hand with both hands.

Her moist red lips, like petals wetted by morning dew, slightly opened. Without even looking at Zhao Rong's rouge-stained index finger, she lowered her head without hesitation and took it into her mouth and sucked it gently.

She licked his fingers carefully as if no one was around.

This extremely beautiful fairy, who had just turned twenty and was already a female cultivator at the Tianzhi realm, looked down upon countless male cultivators on Mount Dali. Her beautiful eyes with long eyelashes slightly rolled up, staring straight into his calm eyes. At the same time, her cheeks shrank and bulged rhythmically, and her red lips moved slightly. Well, she was using a straw to drink the nectar that tasted like a mixture of wine, rouge, and her destined lover.

At this moment, Su Qingdai seemed to have no one else in her eyes. She was no longer shy and evasive. Her movements were gentle and slow, and her beautiful eyes were looking around.

He kept an eye on Zhao Rong's reaction and he seemed to like it very much and was willing to do it for him.

In everyone's eyes, she is clearly a little girl who does thoughtful things for her lover and hopes to make him happy.

Zhao Rong's face was calm, but he was taking a deep breath in his heart, a little bit "unable to hold back" from her naked eyes looking up at him.

It was obviously me who transformed into a domineering young master to tease you, so why did I let you tease me in return? Hey, do you know that the look in your eyes can easily make a man commit a crime?

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched slightly, but he continued to maintain his image as a cool and domineering young man.

But it is very difficult.

From his perspective, the right hand with the index finger extended was gently covered by Su Qingdai's two jade hands.

The slender index finger between the red lips and white teeth sank into the water for two short sections, just like being wrapped by the fiery clouds in the sky at dusk, soft and tender, making people think of the dark night after sunset. Su Qingdai was very careful, sucking lightly, making some extremely subtle sounds that only Zhao Rong, who was close by, could vaguely notice.

Hiss, how dare you play like this... Zhao Rong suddenly took a deep breath and couldn't help but glance at her. Who knows what this index finger just went through?

Maybe it was some kind of talent, but Zhao Rong could feel that Su Qingdai was improving very fast in the first round. At this moment, under the gaze of countless people on the field, the two small fingertips of his index finger were deeply immersed in the invisible sunset clouds. Outsiders could not see what they were doing in this small space, but many things happened that made Zhao Rong feel that they were really good at playing and worth experiencing and praising.

At the beginning, of course, she was unfamiliar with the fiery red sunset glow when it first formed, and she was still in the exploratory stage about the morning glow bringing rain to the earth.

Therefore, it is inevitable that the distribution of rainwater to different places on the earth will be uneven.

Therefore, in the fiery sunset, the most agile pink cloud with the most rain would move around awkwardly, trying its best to wet the entire earth without missing a single spot, busying itself.

Later on, she seemed to know which place on earth was the driest and most in need of rain, and which could make the earth react most violently. So the most agile and hardworking pink clouds in the sunset would stay in this sensitive place and would not leave. Most of the time, it would rain here, repeatedly, and only occasionally would the pink clouds suddenly spread, covering the entire earth, evenly soaking it with rain and dew, and then returning to focus on the driest places over and over again.

Later, she had become a mature sunset cloud, no longer satisfied with the light rain wetting the dry earth, but instead, solid white ice cubes emerged among the scarlet clouds, and hail began to fall.

Hailstones hit the ground here and there, and sometimes the hailstones were followed by a few gentle showers of rain that comforted them.

After this skillful combination, Zhao Rong took a deep breath as calmly as possible.

He believed in the experts he had heard about in his previous life, who could use that to tighten screws. What the hell couldn't he unscrew? When faced with such a "pink cloud", no matter how strong it was, it had to surrender, okay?

At this moment, the two of them were doing private little actions in public, under countless gazes, and only the two of them knew and felt what was happening. It made people's heartbeat speed rise sharply, which was a kind of alternative stimulation.

Well, as for more detailed feelings.

That's just one word: itchy.

It's like the tips of my fingers being licked repeatedly by a kitten when I was feeding it, and they are becoming more and more itchy.

Zhao Rong felt something was increasingly wrong and pulled his right arm back.

But Su Qingdai leaned forward, still holding his right hand with both hands, and pestered Zhao Rong relentlessly.

Su Qingdai seemed determined to get back the rouge that Zhao Rong had just stolen.

Zhao Rong's hands, which could draw 10,000 correct characters under Yu Huaijin's supervision without shaking, were slightly numb, and his calm expression seemed to be unable to control himself.

This is a violent sweep of the senses such as touch, temperature, vision, and hearing.

He wanted to continue pulling his arms back, but he was afraid that it would keep sucking on him, and in the end even if he won the tug-of-war, he would make more embarrassing noises.

Zhao Rong glared at Su Qingdai... Could you please stop making trouble? Are you annoying? It's so slippery and itchy.

The favored daughter of Ziwei Pavilion was lowering her head slightly, trying hard to eat the fingertip candy of her destined lover who had helped her advance to a higher rank by just writing a poem.

At the same time, her beautiful watery eyes were still glancing at Zhao Rong with affection, and at this moment she saw the helpless look on his face that he could do nothing about her.

Su Qingdai stammered as she sucked her fingers on her red lips. The corners of her lips curled up slightly, and she showed a faint smile only to him.

This first-rate poem written by Zhao Rong on her sleeve not only made her a female cultivator in the Tianzhi realm, but also seemed to dispel all her previous doubts. She completely opened her heart to Zhao Rong and put all her thoughts on this true love.

At this time, Zhao Rong discovered that someone like Su Qingdai, with an exquisite and beautiful oval face and a very cold appearance, would turn into a very lustful and mean face once the corners of her lips curled up and her eyes became charming and alluring.

As for this kind of face that was previously known as a bad girl, no one knows whether she did it intentionally or unintentionally.

Su Qingdai's rosy cheeks were smiling, her red lips sucked her fingers, and her charming almond eyes blinked, as if to hint: It's up to you, I will definitely listen to you, I won't bother you, you can do whatever you want...

She was wearing a black dress, like a poppy flower. Even though people knew that touching her would destroy them, they could not help but reach out and touch her again and again...

Zhao Rong felt that once a beautiful woman took off her icy cold outer layer and took the initiative, the destructive power she possessed was simply too great.

But who is Zhao Rong?

Facing the silly and cute little fox demon who instantly turned into the arrogant Su Fox Fairy, she was able to stick to her underwear, bah, bottom line. Well, in the past year, the only time she couldn't control herself was when she whispered "I want to kiss you" to Qingjun outside Qinglianxuan that day. She has gone through all the other ups and downs.

Zhao Rong, who was flirted with Su Qingdai, turned back quietly and glanced at the pouting face of the little girl. Qingjun's faint smile appeared in his mind again.

Suddenly I have no desire at all...