New White Snake Asking Immortals

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

"Wolf, let's go."

Since they are gone, there is no need to chase them. Dealing with the evil monks and evil monsters is the business of those monks in the local cities. For example, special forces walk on the street and find the traces of criminals. If the situation permits, they can step forward to assist in the arrest. 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 is gone, Chu Zhe doesn't care about continuing to visit Qingyuan.

The four never expected to meet that wolf demon again.

At the gate of Qingyuan, the inconspicuous man turned his head and looked carefully at the four figures in the crowd, especially the three of them. He became an expert, and his figure disappeared into the crowd quickly.

"Let's go, let's go and read those poems." Chu Zhe suggested to read those scholar's works. After the poems are written, they will be hung up for people to appreciate.

"Wow, wow."

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

Bai Yujun also went over to take a look. Poems, the writing can only be said to be readable, but it is still not up to the mark. Compared with the poet Li Bai and other celebrities, it is not only the distance between 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 usually don't pay attention to them at all. For example, there is a stone carving under the Lotus Peak, which was written by Taoist Wu Wei, a senior of the sect."

Yang Mu knew the expression on your face that you couldn't remember anything.

"real?"

Xu Ling felt unbelievable.

"It's absolutely true."

This sentence stimulated Xu Ling, and she glared at Yang Mu fiercely. When she turned to look at Chu Zhe, she immediately put on a cute expression. Yang Mu was amazed at the speed of the face change.

Poems are written on paper and hung on both sides of the corridor, and the breeze blows through, full of thick ink fragrance.

The ink in ancient times is not like the pungent and unpleasant smell of the modern stuffs made of chemicals. Those chemical synthetic inks will cause the body organs to fail if they eat them. The ancient ink is very safe, and it will not hurt if you accidentally eat it. There's nothing too big of a reaction.

The footsteps moved lightly, and finally stopped when he came to a certain poem. The poem was good, and the words were not bad.

There are people coming and going in the promenade, and there is an endless stream of scholars and ladies, who gather in front of their favorite poems to linger.

Just as Bai Yujun was about to turn around and leave, she didn't expect to step on someone else's foot.

The scholar turned around leisurely and looked indifferent like a handsome young man. He was so calm and smiling when someone stepped on his foot, which shows how many times he has practiced on weekdays.

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

The scholar was taken aback for a moment, then relieved.

"It's okay, miss, but you like this word? If you like it, just take it. It's fate to meet each other. May I ask where Miss Fang's family lives?"

Bai Yujun looked around and realized that this scholar was calling her Miss. However, why is this routine so clichéd? Did he do it on purpose when he was stepped on just now?

Immediately, I thought this painting was good just now, but in a blink of an eye, I felt that it was not pleasing no matter how I looked at it, so I turned around and left without answering.

The scholar was annoyed and reached out to grab Bai Yujun's shoulder.

Suddenly there was a lot of people standing in front of him, Yang Mu looked at the thirty-something scholar unhappily, and sighed in his heart that what the unofficial history and the unpopular books said was true, these scholars are known to be good and good people all over the world The villain is so bad that it is admirable that he even wants to strike up a conversation on purpose. I don't know if Dabai will give him some snake venom to wake him up if he gets offended.

Seeing the young man in front of me, although his face is raw, he has an extraordinary aura,

The scholar can only hold back the need to offend others. The girl just now has no valuable jewelry and is not wearing expensive fabrics. She must be the daughter of a poor family or a maid dancer from a wealthy family. It's not difficult.

It was very common to exchange concubines in ancient times.

Bai Yujun, who had gone far away, didn't care about the unhappiness just now, and happily went to see the literati sitting in front of the window in the attic, reciting poems and composing Fu. The lady's sachet and handkerchief will be delivered, and the courtesans in brothels in the city will also sincerely invite Xianggui to narrate.

The poems kept arousing the cheers of the crowd, but Bai Yujun felt very ordinary.

Fortunately, the food was very satisfying and the price was reasonable. Bai Yujun had no money and Xu Ling didn't have any money, but Yang Mu got a lot of money out of nowhere, bought a lot of desserts and ate them hard.

Chu Zhe was a little speechless watching Bai Yujun grab the dessert and stuff it into his mouth without chewing and swallowing it. Xu Ling wanted to compete with Bai Yujun who could eat faster, but he was defeated after a while.

In fact, poems are meaningless, and ordinary poems become more numb and boring after listening too much.

This is an exclusive event for those scholars and ladies who are waiting to be married. The scholars can try their best to attract the attention of those ladies. Feeling a little bored, the three of them decided to go back to the inn to rest, and finally passed through the crowd to leave Qingyuan.

On the attic of Qingyuan.

The scholar who hit on Bai Yujun before was courting a luxuriously dressed young man in brocade clothes.

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

The young man in brocade suit nodded upon hearing this.

"That's right, pure and delicate, it's unforgettable. The waist is very thin, and the legs are also very thin. It's the type I like. Do you know whose family it is?"

"Master Zhang, I met someone at the Jufu Inn on East Street, and he must be a foreigner."

"Where did Brother Lang go? Ask Brother Lang to bring that chick over tonight, and tell him not to touch her indiscriminately, otherwise he will stop messing around with Liu Cheng in the future. I'm not joking."

"Yes, Master Zhang."

The servant went to deliver the letter, and the attic continued to watch songs and dances and drink wine with beauties in his arms. 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 for a while 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 the three of them walked out of the room.

The three of Bai Yujun sensed something approaching, and Chu Zhe had already sensed the location of that person, quickly made special gestures with his palms to cast a spell to hide his breath, without any expression on his face, Yang Mu and Xu Ling even yawned, scared? There was no need for that at all, standing next to him was the eldest disciple of the head of Chunyang. To be honest, I am afraid that the elders of Chunyang Palace would not be able to defeat Chu Zhe, unless the top master of the Demon Cult came in person, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Looking at the two direct disciples of Qingxu Palace who didn't care about their lazy appearance, Chu Zhe shook his head, how about...stand by and watch them perform?