Dao fruit.

Roar!

The next moment, an invisible aura surged out from Qiu Yan's body, sweeping across the entire room like a gust of wind!

"Oops!" The ancient eight-character seal and the incense burner were thrown away by the wave of air without checking for a while.

boom!

An inexplicable breath soared into the sky!

A violent ape light and shadow fluctuated on Qiu Yan's body, as if being pulled by an invisible hand, about to fly out of the window!

………………

In the city of Xingjing, the lights are flickering, and the crowds are like a flood.

The most prosperous place is an attic, with a long river flowing beside it, with painted boats swimming on the river, and oirans competing for beauty.

Many merchants spend a lot of money just to make the beauty smile.

There are also young talents who have been accumulating momentum for a long time, one by one, and they will become a blockbuster in the competition for the oiran, vowing to leave a script that can be passed down to future generations.

Among the pavilions by the river, talented people do not fall behind. They fight wine and poems, leaving behind a piece of excellent work, which attracts the admiration of the official ladies who are wandering lights.

There is also a literature club, where the heads of many academies are invited to serve as judges.

That Wen Zhizhen was also among them at this time, he made poems after drinking, and made paintings with ink, which amazed the people present, and even the several major hospital owners also expressed their praise.

"I didn't expect that Qiu Yan didn't come during such a grand event! What a disappointment!"

In the crowd, behind a low table, Qi Jiulian in a toga sat lazily, raised his head and drank the wine in his glass, then slapped the table with a "snap", whispering: "This Wen Zhizhen, known as Calligraphy and painting are both excellent, his paintings are indeed amazing, and his calligraphy has charm, but compared with Qiu Yan, he is still far inferior, he can beat me, but he is definitely not Qiu Yan's opponent!"

"Brother Qi, I'm afraid this is your excuse." Pang Qianru picked up the wine bowl, took a sip, then patted Qi Jiulian's shoulder and squeezed her eyes, "If Qiu Yan has this ability, I will definitely not let go of this literary fair, as long as I gain fame here, it will definitely be known to the world!"

"What do you know!" Qi Jiulian glanced at Pang Qianru with a look of contempt, "You think everyone likes to show off in a small place like the Wenhui? With Qiu Yan's temperament, he must be preparing for exams now, Lantern Festival, Wenhui He won’t take it to heart, it’s like, no matter how jubilant the people here are, they are just a bunch of ants in the eyes of the princes in the court!”

"Oh?" Pang Qianru showed surprise, "You have such a high opinion of Qiu Yan? It's not in line with your temperament at all! Could it be to cover up your failure?" When she was speaking, she subconsciously turned to her side took a look.

On the side, Song Qian was talking with Xu Ran and Ji Zheng, but it could be seen that the lady of the Jiedu envoy's family was paying attention to Qi Jiulian's words.

The few of them came with Wen Zhizhen, which caused a bit of a commotion, but they were all determined people who dared to step into this building, and they were not greatly affected.

Afterwards, all the girls sat down to appreciate the essay, and happened to see Qi Jiulian surpassing everyone with his calligraphy, but when Wen Zhizhen appeared on the stage, his skills were superior, and Qi Jiulian was defeated.

Qi Jiulian's family has a long history, and he also has contacts in Xingjing. He is familiar with Pang Qianru and Xu Ran. After the defeat, he came to sit with a few of them and chatted. Pang Qianru tentatively asked about Qiu Yan, and only then did he get the upper hand Have a conversation.

"Whether I think Qiu Yan is high or not, you will know when you meet him," Qi Jiulian glanced at Wen Zhizhen, who was in the limelight, and then at the many women who appeared to be fascinated, with a mocking expression on his face , "Talking about a thousand words and ten thousand words is false until you meet him. Only when you see him will you know that there is someone else."

"Qiu Yan is so powerful, so how is it compared to Bai Zhaoyuan?" Pang Qianru smiled slightly, intending to tease her, but the next moment, her complexion suddenly changed, her flesh and blood trembled, and blood surged up from her eyes. Feeling it, she turned her head and looked out the window. .

At the same time, Qi Jiulian, Song Qian, Ji Zheng, and several other scholars also felt something and looked out the window.

Immediately afterwards, the masters of the academy who sat upright at the top also changed their expressions slightly and turned their gazes out of the window.

Wen Zhizhen, who was reciting a poem, paused for a moment, then continued, but turned his gaze out of the window.

Outside the window, lanterns illuminate the night sky.

On both sides of the river, the lights were brightly lit, and literary meetings and lantern riddles continued, arousing many literary ideas.

Essays originate from humanity and are not suppressed by dragon spirits, but it is difficult for ordinary people to see them. They must have a certain level of cultivation, or have a penetrating mind.

At this moment, the entire Xingjing, the cultural movement is tumbling, like boiling water in a pool, faintly rising to the sky, but suddenly, the sky is full of waves, and a galloping horse is seen deep in the night sky.

Whatever the heart wants, the intention will come.

Impressive!

The billowing literary thought changed, and was pulled over while the horse's hooves were pedaling, changing layer by layer, blooming a little elegance, and then drifting over, gathering towards the Italian horse, turning into hairs, accompanying the horse, moving towards The center of the imperial city rushed over!

The momentum is increasing!

"Someone got the Yima inheritance!"

Everywhere in the city, many people felt something, expressed emotion, and guessed separately.

"The image of the Italian horse originated from Shilin. Among the people who discussed Taoism in the apricot altar and their souls entered the scholar's forest this time, Bai Zhaoyuan was the best among them. His body was in Xingjing. Now he returns and brings the Italian horse. Surprisingly!"

"Does Yima want to attack the imperial city?"

"If Bai Zhaoyuan is driving this horse, it makes sense. This person has profound knowledge and has begun to involve people's livelihood. Taking advantage of the opportunity of returning from Shilin, he will drive the lantern festival to drive the horse to attack the imperial city, shake the dragon's energy, and explore it. No wonder!"

shock!

The ground shook slightly, the city shook, and an ancient idea that penetrated the past and the present came together to intercept Yima.

This idea is vague, without a specific self, like a collection of gravel!

"It's the gathering idea of ​​Xingjing City!"

Those who knew the secrets in the city all exclaimed in their hearts.

call!

Thoughts became the wind, entangled Yima's huge body, hindering its progress.

In the horse's body, the figure of a man in white gradually became clear, who is it if it's not Bai Zhaoyuan!

"Bai Zhaoyuan!"

In the attic, Qi Jiulian spit out this name, and then smiled wryly: "Only he can cause such turmoil. He deserves to be No. 1 in the literary world of the younger generation! There is no suspense in this imperial examination."

"Yes." Looking at the figure sitting cross-legged in the horse, Pang Qianru took a deep breath, the color of blood in her eyes was getting stronger, and the energy in her body was flowing. If it hadn't been suppressed, the smoke of blood and blood would soar into the sky !

In the center of the attic, Wen Zhizhen, who had just composed a poem, stood in the crowd, receiving a compliment, with a smile on his face, but his eyes were fixed on the window, and there was a gleam of eagerness in his eyes.

"Bai Zhaoyuan, if I don't come for this exam, you will be lonely too, and only the literary and moral dispute between you and me can make this imperial exam famous in history!"

"This Bai Zhaoyuan..."

The principals sitting at the top also spoke in low voices, expressing emotion at Bai Zhaoyuan's courage.

However, before their words fell, the ground under their feet shook again!

Then, a roar that only a certain group of people can hear rose into the sky!

"Ok?"

The principals were stunned for a moment, and Wen Zhizhen's smile suddenly froze on his face. As for Qi Jiulian and Pang Qianru, they breathed out in a low voice because they didn't have enough energy to cultivate.

At the end of everyone's line of sight, in the night sky, a ferocious and violent ape manifested, faintly corresponding to Yima.

"Heart Ape! First there is Yima, and then there is Heart Ape. Could it be that Bai Zhaoyuan surrendered?"

"No, the breath of the heart ape is very different from the mind of the horse, and it's not just one person's thoughts!"

"If it wasn't Bai Zhaoyuan, who would it be?"

Many homeowners couldn't help talking.

"Yima appeared and attracted Xinyuan. This person is also in Xingjing. I don't know his identity."

Amidst the discussion, a light and shadow also appeared in the heart ape, but it was a strange scholar, none of the courtyard masters knew it.

At the same time, Qi Jiulian, Pang Qianru, Song Qian, Ji Zheng, and Na Wen Zhizhen suddenly widened their eyes.

"This person..."

"Qiu Yan!"

Qi Jiulian and Song Qian exclaimed in a low voice, which was naturally heard by Pang Qianru.

"He is Qiu Yan!?" The latter looked surprised.

"Sister, have you met Qiu Yan?" From the words, Song Qian could hear something.

"That's right..." Before Pang Qianru recovered from her surprise, a scene had already appeared in her memory. She had practiced the family-inherited exercises, her energy and blood were huge, and her memory was far superior to others. Can also recall clearly.

When staying at the inn that day, Pang Qianru met Qiu Yan at the Book Collection Inn, but she didn't pay attention to it at the time, but her dress and appearance were remembered in her heart. Complicated mind.

The same feeling also appeared in Wen Zhizhen's heart. He was smart since he was a child, he has a photographic memory, and he also remembers Qiu Yan's appearance, but he didn't worry about it that day.

It is this inadvertent contempt that has brought shock right now!

However, before the two could calm down their thoughts, a huge dragon claw suddenly stretched out from the depths of the night sky, grabbed it down overwhelmingly, and landed on Yima and Xinyuan. The behemoth was crushed to pieces!

When the two things shattered, they turned into strands of thoughts, and fell towards two places in the city. The figure of the scholar in Yima and Xinyuan also disappeared. This is an idea scene similar to a mirage, not an entity.

"Dragon Qi Suppression!"

Seeing this scene, everyone who felt something in their hearts did not feel strange.

………………

"Xin Yuan, Yi Ma, Bai Zhaoyuan, Qiu Yan, one is a hero I have been interested in for a long time, and the other is a rising star who I have only recently noticed. Looking at it now, they are really not ordinary people. For the two of them, it was a tempering and a baptism!"

In the Imperial Academy, a person stood in the shadows, looked up, spoke softly, then turned and entered.

at the same time.

Outside the city, in the middle of the road, an old man in a loose robe and braided hair was looking up at the starry sky and watching the dragon claws gradually disappearing.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind——

"Daoist Mai, you shouldn't come to Xingjing." (To be continued. Please search, the novel is better and updated faster!)