However, Yang Xiu had already finished writing and decided to finish his writing, and the eight lines of elegant brushwork on rice paper were completed in one go.

As the disciples shouted the poem finished reading the last line of poetry, the noisy sounds around disappeared at some point. Even the disciples who deliberately made trouble in the Xianmo Sect closed their mouths and secretly looked at Ouyang Jianqing with a gray face. They felt that the situation was not good.

Whether on and off the stage, the cultivators either frowned slightly or looked melancholy, they were experiencing the artistic conception of the poem, immersed in it and could not extricate themselves. For a moment, they were silent. People who were unknown in the distance noticed the strange atmosphere here and looked up at this side.

There is a reason why Yang Xiu chose this song "Little Plum in the Mountain Garden". He originally just wanted to write a song that beats others and successfully obtain the Pure Yang Dan, but Ouyang Jianqing's appearance changed Yang Xiu's mind.

Now the senior brother of Tianshu Pavilion is here, and there are more than a dozen senior brothers and sisters. Ouyang Jianqing clearly came to smash the situation. He simply suppressed him, not only could he regain face for Tianshu Pavilion, but he could also show his face in front of all the senior brothers and sisters. Why not do it?

So this time, not only has to beat Ouyang Jianqing, but also has to win beauty, winning the other party has nothing to say! Once, Yang Xiucai chose "Second Plum Blossoms in the Mountain Garden", which is his favorite song.

"Okay! OK! Hahaha!"

Liu Wenzhong was the first to speak out, clapping his hands and laughing loudly. In a flash, his figure had already arrived at Yang Xiu. He picked up the rice paper with the ink marks and read the whole poem again with a penetrating voice. The sound was not loud but full of penetrating power, and it spread throughout most of the trade fairs.

"The fragrances fall and are alone, and they occupy all the charms to the small garden. The sparse shadows slant across the water, and the faint fragrance floats at dusk. The frosty birds want to fall and steal their eyes first, but the pink butterflies know that they have a broken soul. Fortunately, there are slight chants to each other, and there is no need to share the golden cup with sandalwood boards."

Liu Wenzhong used his spiritual power to recite poems, and his hair and robe were not in a wind. The lingering sound of the word "Golden Cup" lingers in the air for a long time, and then slowly dissipates.

The people in the Tianshu Pavilion were depressed for a long time because of Ouyang Jianqing's appearance. They were already discouraged and thought that the Pure Yang Dan would definitely fall into the hands of the Xianmo Sect. But after hearing this song of Xiaomei in Shanyuan, they looked at the face of the elder brother, and finally they were sure of winning and cheered excitedly.

"Good verse!"

"It's much better than that kind of plum blossoms."

"Good poem!"

"Yang Xiu is so good! Haha~"

The senior brothers and sisters on the stage quickly surrounded Yang Xiu and hugged Yang Xiu intimately. Yang Xiu was touched by a group of smiling sisters and squeezed his face. Even though he was an old man in his thirties in his previous life, he couldn't help but feel a little at a loss at this time.

However, Yang Xiu also noticed keenly that several disciples of the Tianshu Pavilion who were close to Yang Shaotian did not surround him, but turned their faces to the side. Yang Shaotian's eyes flashed with a hint of vicious jealousy in the crowd, and then quickly turned his head as if nothing had happened, making Yang Xiu, who captured this scene, feel very uncomfortable and frowned slightly.

The members of the Xianmo Sect had long been silent, and the three gentry and the other geniuses who were busy flattering the Xianmo Sect had wisely shut up. Because Ouyang Jianqing's face was ashen - the limelight was stolen by an unknown young man, and he obviously was not in a good mood.

"Brother Ouyang, we disciples of Tianshu Pavilion can write a poem casually, right?"

Liu Wenzhong picked up the rice paper and savored it, then smiled at Ouyang Jianqing and said, "Don't worry, I will pass on the two poems back to the Tianshu Pavilion and let Junior Sister Lin judge them carefully."

Ouyang Jianqing's face was slightly dark and he didn't speak.

On the contrary, among the crowd of Xianmo Sect next to him, a short immortal cultivator with a big black mole on the corner of his mouth muttered in a low voice: "Tsk, this kind of poem was written by an ordinary disciple? Who believes it? Didn't it be copied from where, right? These people from Tianshu Pavilion..."

When everyone heard this, they were worth it. They couldn't afford to lose, and they were slandered?

Yang Xiu looked calm and did not say anything, but everyone on Tianshu Pavilion couldn't help it. For a moment, both sides blurted out all kinds of sarcasm and insults, and for a while, they were very lively.

Liu Wenzhong was in a good mood. He shook with two pieces of rice paper and coughed gently. The Tianshu Pavilion immediately calmed down.

Seeing Liu Wenzhong looking at him, Ouyang Jianqing knew that he would never have a chance to turn the tables again. Although there is no first in literature or second in martial arts, the poem written by Yang Xiu is covered by the audience. Even if his master comes here, it is probably difficult to write a poem that is comparable to it...

Thinking of this, Ouyang Jianqing immediately bowed and smiled: "This article is written in Xiaomei in the Mountain Garden, with a very long artistic conception. I am willing to give it a chance to ask for advice in person next time."

After saying that, Ouyang Jianqing looked at Yang Xiu deeply, turned around and left, unable to see any anger at all. Yang Xiu blinked and subconsciously scratched his eyebrows, thinking that this guy is so cunning, he doesn't look like a young man in his twenties.

Seeing the Xianmo Sect retreat, the bamboo platform immediately cheered. Even Yang Xiu was infected by the emotions of his senior brothers and sisters, and his mood became cheerful.

Over the years, Tianshu Pavilion has been suppressed by the Xianmo Sect everywhere, so I feel so uncomfortable when I hold it in my breath. Although today is just an insignificant poem, it is rare to give everyone a sigh of relief.

In addition, this song "Xiaomei in the Mountain Garden is extremely talented, and for the cultivators, the shock in their hearts is even greater than the pleasure of driving Ouyang Jianqing away.

Liu Wenzhong stuffed Feishu back to his waist, turned his head to look at Yang Xiu, without hiding his appreciation in his eyes. Because he knew that all the young disciples present today were very limited in their understanding and appreciation of poetry and prose, and most people could not truly understand the beauty of this poem.

If this poem was passed back to the sect and spread in Tongzhou and even Ningguo, how much shock would it bring to those immortal cultivators who love poetry?

“Good talent, rare, rare,”

Liu Wenzhong looked at Yang Xiu and smiled relaxedly, "Yang Xiu, you must be the one who belongs to this pure Yang pill. But you have not officially started yet, so it is not safe to bring it with you. When you officially enter the Tianshu Pavilion tomorrow, I will send the pure Yang pill to you personally, okay?"

Yang Xiu knew that the other party was thinking about him, so he nodded without hesitation and agreed, "Okay, listen to you, Senior Brother!"

Seeing that Yang Xiu agreed simply and neatly, Liu Wenzhong felt that the young man was in line with his wishes and his eyes were even more smiling. He also asked Yang Xiu a few more words, and Liu Wenzhong then took everyone away.

Yang Xiu was actually very happy to watch the other party leave with a smile! Today's gains far exceeded the original expectations. Not only did he accidentally obtain the Pure Yang Pill, but his senior brothers and sisters must have a very good impression of him.

In this way, Yang Xiu became more confident in his future cultivation life in Tianshu Pavilion.

After a long time of delay in the trade fair, it was already dark, and Shanyin City was still very lively, and there were crowds gathering in Shanyin City to visit.

Thinking that he would officially enter the Tianshu Pavilion tomorrow, Yang Xiu's heartbeat was so excited that he couldn't help but remember the mood before he first stepped into high school and university. He was full of anxiety and expectation.

At this time, Yang Xiu had no intention of traveling, and he was carrying a priceless fire spirit pill, so Yang Xiu bypassed the streets and took the small path to rush home.

When Yang Xiu turned into an alley, his body that was moving forward quickly suddenly stopped.

Yang Xiu felt a keen sense of danger, and his muscles subconsciously became tense. Breathing sounds were faintly heard from the darkness ahead, and at least three people were hiding in the corner. At the same time, unconcealed footsteps came from behind Yang Xiu.

Looking back, the two of them who were surrounding him were holding steel knives and their faces were not kind. Yang Xiu couldn't help but squint his eyes.

"Little Baba Lamb, you are quite glorious today."

Sun Wu, who was bloated, stepped out of the darkness, held a thick-backed machete in his right hand, stared at Yang Xiu, and gritted his teeth and said, "I was whipped in front of so many people, and even stomped my nose, huh? You are amazing enough! Haha, do you want to beg for mercy now? It's useless! Today I'm going to chop you up with my own hands and treat you as dog food!"

Yang Xiu listened to Sun Wu's vicious threat, his face kept moving and said in a deep voice: "Sun Wu, I have enough face to give you no face. Let's go out of the way, I'm going home now, and I don't have time to follow you."

As if they heard something ridiculous, the few people burst into laughter. Sun Wu laughed even more and more angry, but the viciousness in the eyes of the mung beans was even worse.

"The Heavenly Book Pavilion only cares about the struggle between immortal cultivators. No one will come to save you regardless of the world's murders and robberies. In addition, I kindly remind you that you will be a lonely ghost after today~ If your brothers are neat, your family, together with the fool's family named Liu, have been burned out now~"

Hearing this, Yang Xiu's heart suddenly became tight, and then a sense of anxiety mixed with anger rushed straight into his mind - Home? Aunt Liu and Hu Zi...

Before Yang Xiu could react, Sun Wu could not wait to raise the machete in his hand and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Steel him for me!"

Yang Xiu's mood was never as urgent as it is now. Sun Wu's last words had touched Yang Xiu's bottom line! With a low growl, Yang Xiu had ejected like a rabbit and directly crashed into the arms of a thug closest to him.

"Bang!"

In the darkness, only black shadows flashed, but just a contact. The thug who was one head taller than Yang Xiu had flew backwards and hit the wall hard. After the dull impact, it was silent.

Step and twist your knees, punch and break your throat!

At this time, Yang Xiu was anxious and had no strength at all. He used all the results of his cultivation these days. Every time he contacted it, it was like he smashed it hard into a pile of porcelain bowls and plates with an iron rod. After a dense sound of blows, the bones and muscles were broken, and the severe ones were killed on the spot!

The meridian craft has an extraordinary degree of condensation on the body of a cultivator. Not to mention a few thugs, even ordinary immortal cultivators in the early stage of body tempering have far less fighting ability than Yang Xiu.

Sun Wu watched his strong thugs like a cow knocked down by Yang Xiu with one move. The broken tibia penetrated the muscles and skin and exposed it to the air. The bloody wound was white and broken bones approached in front of him, which scared Sun Wu to his three souls out of his body. The steel knife in his hand fell to the ground with a "ding-dong!" and turned around and was about to run away.

"Click!"

Yang Xiu jumped in front of Sun Wu, swung his right leg and threw it on the other party's knee. Sun Wu's knee was completely scrapped. Yang Xiu pressed Sun Wu to the ground with a "click" sound, and cracks were cracked by Sun Wu's fat body.

Ignoring Sun Wu, who was crying and screaming like a pig, Yang Xiu jumped up directly and ran towards his home!

During the short and fierce fight, Yang Xiu used all the attacking postures. A deep bone-sensing wound was cut from his arm, and blood kept spraying on the ground. But Yang Xiu was like he was ignorant, running wildly, shouting in his heart: Don’t have anything to do, don’t have anything to do! I’m back! Don’t have something to do!

The rising fire in the distance made Yang Xiu's heart slowly sink, which was exactly the direction of his home. When he ran into the alley and saw the scene in front of him, Yang Xiu felt that his eyes were getting dark and he almost fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!