The young man in red had a face as white as powder and lips as red as red. Even when he wasn't smiling, his face was truly as beautiful as a peach. He held the sword, which was as green as a dragon and as rippling as still water, in both hands and presented it to her respectfully.

"The headmaster has not been to Paradise, so I had no choice but to bring Fushui with me."

——Bai Ruyu made almost no sound when he walked. He was always very careful and cautious. In fact, according to his current status and power, no one would say anything no matter how arrogant he was... But he never seemed to be able to relax and be at ease.

"Thank you for your hard work over the past three hundred years."

The girl's tone was gentle and soft, with a hint of smile in her dark eyes. Bai Ruyu felt as if a claw had scratched the softest part of his heart, itching, and gradually numbness spread through his bones. The last bit of rationality he had left reminded him to look away, but he couldn't do it, and he didn't even dare to speak loudly, for fear of disturbing the moonlight that lived in her eyes.

"As long as Yaoyue is satisfied..."

The two of them were both dressed in red and looked extremely graceful. Standing together, they looked like a beautiful painting. All the disciples of Quanxing felt happy when they saw them. Only one person felt very upset and was jealous. He dragged the girl to the venue without saying anything.

Because this year's calligraphy competition was moved to night time, the theme was set as "Moon".

I don't know who assigned the seats, Quan Xing is facing the Xingji Pavilion, and directly opposite is the Demon Realm. Jiang Mi's beating of Li Yun just now was almost the same as provoking Quan Xing in public. Yao Yue refused to sit with him, so he could only sit opposite her with a face full of resentment.

The first row of the banquet was filled with elders from various major sects, and Xing Xuan was the one sitting in the first row from the Xingji Pavilion.

Xing Xuan had known that she was not dead, and even nodded to her leisurely, without the usual hostility in his eyes. Perhaps because she was married to Jiang Mi, she was no longer a threat in Xing Xuan's eyes.

The leader of the Immortal Alliance was naturally the focus of the whole audience. While the others were still racking their brains to think of a poem with the word "moon", Xing Yuan had already finished it. With a wave of his long sleeves, the golden and jade scroll floated in the air for everyone to see.

"May I be like a star and you like a moon, shining brightly every night."

"Such a lingering poem, I wonder which girl is he expressing his feelings to?"

"The leader practices the ruthless way, so where are the girls?"

Xing Yuan was wearing a sky-blue robe with an emerald green jade pendant hanging from his waist, matching the color of his outer robe. He waved the Thousand Machine Fan slowly and smiled at the direction of the girl in red.

This smile made all three men uncomfortable at the same time, but Bai Ruyu felt relieved immediately because Zhang Jingshu on the stage had already written it -

"The moon is like a candle in the cloudless sky, and the pear blossoms are as white as jade when the dew is weeping."

"I can almost recite 'Saving the Wind and Dust' written by Miss Zhang!"

"Should I say it or not, if Fairy Chiyu can marry Master Yu..."

Zhang Jingshu grew up listening to Yao Yue's stories, and Bai Ruyu loved her very much. In her heart, the legendary aunt and Master Bai were a perfect match. "Saving the Wind and Dust" has been sung for more than two hundred years, and the audiences in the audience whispered about how well Yao Yue and Bai Ruyu matched each other, and the brave ones even looked towards Quan Xing's seat.

The next moment, the two demon cultivators on the stage suddenly received a message from the Demon Emperor, asking them to take down the champion. Both of them were from the Xingji Pavilion, and they knew exactly how much they were compared to Xing Yuan, but they did not dare to disobey the Demon Emperor, so they could not put pen to paper for a long time.

Seeing this, Jiang Mi had no choice but to look at the sinister Taoist: "National Master, will you go up and replace them?"

The demon had already guessed his intention, and looked at him with a bit of helplessness and kindness, and sighed: "Your Majesty is really... Alas, I will obey your order."

The sinister Taoist flicked his sleeves, picked up a pen from the table, then lightly tapped his toes, leaped up lightly, stepped onto the cliff and went straight into the sky.

Seeing this, Xing Xuan suddenly looked strange—

"Strange, that bastard Xingchen actually wants to use a pen."

Each sect has its own representative weapon. The Wanjian Sect’s is the sword, the Miaoyin Sect’s is the zither, and the Xingji Pavilion’s is naturally the pen.

Yao Yue turned her head and asked, "What if I use a pen?"

She had indeed never seen the sinister Taoist use a pen, but a powerful sorcerer could usually create talismans by just drawing with his fingers in the air, so it was not uncommon not to use a pen.

"This brat is a bastard. I broke his pen when we were competing for the position of Pavilion Master. I heard that it was given to him by his village woman. It was just a very cheap green bamboo pen, but he cried like a coward and never used a pen again."

The sons of the aristocratic families of Jiuzhou are generally romantic. Those with outstanding looks associate with fairies from famous families, while those with ordinary looks go to the common people to hook up with ordinary women, and many of them secretly get pregnant. Such illegitimate children are not allowed to be on the stage, so naturally, all kinds of resources are picked up from the leftovers of the legitimate lineage. Xingji Pavilion is relatively kind to illegitimate children. For sects like Bailian Palace, which are obsessed with forging magic tools with blood relatives, illegitimate children usually have a miserable fate - for example, Qin Qianxue's current sword was forged by the young master of Bailian Palace using her brother.

Yao Yue's eyes were filled with extreme disgust: "So it was you who caused him to fall into evil?"

Xing Xuan's temper flared up all of a sudden, he slammed the table and glared, "Can this be blamed on me?! He originally asked the ghost sect, and if the ghosts summoned by practicing blood ghost arts are too powerful, they will either be possessed by others or eaten to pieces. Falling into demonism is the lightest punishment! You woman..."

He was so arrogant that he was caught off guard by the Demon King's sharp and sinister gaze. Xing Xuan felt as if his entire face was swept by some kind of cold and fierce energy, and he immediately broke out in a sweat and carefully shut his mouth.

The wall of Tianyuan Mountain is smooth and treeless, so it is difficult for monkeys to cross it. At this moment, Xingchen raised his hand, his sleeves fluttering, and he actually wrote directly on the rock wall. His posture was natural and free, and it was not obvious how much force he was exerting, but the force of his pen had penetrated into the rock wall. Stone chips collapsed one after another, and smoke and dust rose when they fell to the ground, and the earth trembled. On the towering mountain wall, as if carved by a knife and an axe, huge words appeared one by one. Everyone looked at it carefully, and they felt that the two lines of large words were about to burst out of the stone wall, pressing down in the air, and they couldn't help but cheer loudly:

"Good skills! Good strength!"

“It is not difficult to write on a rock, but it is difficult to do it in one go, with the right depth and depth, and without interruption!”

"I can't write so well on paper!"

Xing Xuan was also stunned for a moment: the dragons and phoenixes were flying and dancing, the silver hooks and iron paintings were like swords standing in ambush. After careful examination, he could sense a little bit of sharp and lonely aura... How could a humble person like Xing Chen write such majestic words?

The writings of this evil Taoist priest are full of spiritual energy. Unless destroyed by human beings, no matter wind, sun, rain or shine, two lines of poetry will be engraved on the cliff of Tianyuan Mountain: I don't know how many people will return with the moon, the falling moon shakes the emotions of the trees on the river.

As everyone in the audience was amazed, a charming voice suddenly sounded -

"It seems that I am not too late."

The beautiful woman's long skirt slowly fell like layers of petals, and she bowed to the immortal officials. The flowers and birds made of silk on the tree were shining brightly under the lights, and the girl Mingyue, who stood up gracefully, was like the most beautiful peony in the garden.

"For this grand event of a hundred years, I have specially brought the delicious drinks from Zuixianlou to honor all the talented scholars and beautiful ladies."

Qiongsu Drink is made of various precious immortal herbs and honey fruit, and is brewed for a hundred years. Ten thousand taels of spiritual stones are needed to buy a small cup. Mingyue was very generous. The maids behind her carried more than a dozen jars of fruit drink and walked to various sects one by one. Qiongsu Drink has a strong aroma, a suitable sweetness, and can greatly replenish spiritual energy. Everyone at the table applauded and laughed, and the scene became more lively.

The beauty was holding a luminous cup in her hand, looking in the direction of Quan Xing, and whispered softly: "This first cup in my hand, I want to toast..."

At this moment, a young man with black hair and brown eyes suddenly said, "Wait."

His voice is very nice. Even in such a noisy environment, it has a charm that penetrates and touches the heartstrings.

Mingyue looked in the direction of the voice and recognized the handsome young man as the legendary Demon King. She was obviously stunned and seemed to want to say something, but the next moment she saw Jiang Mi waving at her:

"--come over."

It was a hand that could hold a murderous sword when awake and lie on a beautiful woman's lap when drunk. The joints were slightly protruding from years of holding the sword, but it did not affect its elegant and beautiful shape.

There was an indescribable panic in Mingyue's eyes, and countless thoughts clamored in her mind. After a moment, she regained her perfect smile: "As you command, Your Majesty."

It takes three steps to walk from the courtyard to the Fairy Officials' Banquet. On the first step, her dress fluttered, and the thin gauze that was as thin as a cicada's wing slipped from her shoulders, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin from her neck to her shoulders; on the second step, her golden hairpins swayed, and her cloud-like hair and snow-white skin shone brightly in the light; on the third step, she stopped in front of Jiang Mi, and leaned forward deeply amid the envy or the cheers of the guests around her. Her light green strapless gold-woven long dress made the whiteness stand out even more.

Jiang Mi took the wine cup with slow and relaxed movements. His fingertips did not touch her hands at all, and his eyes did not linger on her for even a second.

"The taste of Qiongsu Drink..."

The Demon King carefully looked at the clear jade liquid in the precious luminous cup, but he had no intention of drinking it. Instead, he showed a chilling smile.

“——That’s not right.”

Mingyue's cheeks were red due to extreme nervousness. She made up her mind, pulled out a dagger from her sleeve and shouted: "I will die!" Before she finished her words, the knife pierced her chest, and the sharp blade flashed a dark blue that was tempered with a deadly poison!

The unexpected incident happened, and no one had time to act. Jiang Mi didn't even open the golden shield to protect his body. At the critical moment, Jiang Mi pinched her jade-like wrist with three fingers. His movements were as calm as drinking water from a cup, but the energy he brought made her clothes flutter and her black hair rise!

Only Mingyue knew how terrifying the magic power that entered her body at that moment was. It came like a mountain torrent, and she only felt a buzzing sound in her head, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out, and the whole person flew backwards several feet away!

"What's going on Miss Mingyue?!"

"There's an assassin! She's going to commit murder!"

"Catch her! Catch her!"

Jiang Mi slowly lifted up his black cloak and threw it. The cloak whistled past everyone, and its extremely overbearing and powerful energy landed squarely on the disheveled Mingyue, just covering her naked body when she fell, and at the same time tightly binding her body so that she could not move at all.

The atmosphere in the room was tense. He stood up from behind the table, walked around the banquet table, and walked down the jade steps in full view of everyone. He stopped in front of her and asked condescendingly:

"Who sent you?"

Mingyue coughed up blood intermittently, scratching the ground with her ten fingers, "Anyone can kill you, why did anyone send me here?!"

Jiang Mi said calmly: "It's not me you want to kill."

The contempt in that tone was like a steel needle piercing the heart of the fallen woman.

——The direction she was about to toast was clearly Quan Xing.

At the same time, a Quanxing disciple who had just tasted the Qiongsu Drink suddenly screamed and bloody icicle spikes protruded from his body like a hedgehog! He looked like a bloody mess, just like a demon that had just crawled out of hell!

Xing Yuan grabbed a jar and sniffed it, his face suddenly darkened.

What was concealed by the rich aroma of the Qiongsu drink was not poison, but two kinds of inducements!

One is puppetry, the other is... water turns to ice. Ling Xiao Sect is a centipede that is dead but not stiff. It seems that the power that Ling Wujie has cultivated in Jiuzhou for the past three hundred years has exceeded their imagination.

The girl in red stood up from the banquet table and slowly walked towards the two people in the field with a half-smile on her face.

"He asked a beauty like you to die. This is not what a real man should do."

The shadows of the trees swayed in the autumn wind, making countless rustling sounds, like a group of snakes passing through the treetops. When the girl took a few steps closer, Mingyue, who was lying on the ground weakly, suddenly opened his eyes wide, blew his luck, and spit out three silver needles from his mouth, piercing the girl's face!

Whoosh——

Jiang Mi suddenly raised his hand, pinched one of the ears with his two fingers, and used his magic power to force the other two to bend and brush past the girl's ears!

The hair by Yao Yue's ears was lifted by the wind, and then slowly fell down. From the moment the silver needle shot out, approached her cheek, to the moment it was completely unharmed, she did not dodge at all, her expression did not change at all, and even her eyelashes did not move.

"Go back and tell Ling Wujie..."

"If you want to kill me, do it yourself."