The pit father system made me a women's clothing boss

Chapter 222 New version of the ship you have never played

The wind in late autumn blows the maple forest outside Luoyang City.

Fallen leaves drifting in the wind hit passers-by on the cheeks from time to time.

Or slap it away in a hurry, and gently play with it again.

This is a well-known check-in spot in the rivers and lakes, Luoyang Maple Sea.

The maple forest stretches for dozens of miles, growing sparsely or densely, without the scenery of changing seasons, and a thick layer of fallen leaves is always spread on the ground.

"Sister, hurry up, the poetry club will start immediately."

At this time, a clear female voice like a silver bell came from afar.

It was a little girl wearing a small loli skirt from the Linglong Gate. She was pouting dissatisfiedly calling out to a woman who was following her.

"What's the hurry, it's so beautiful here, don't you even look at the scenery?"

The woman who was summoned was tall and slender, her face was like a peach blossom, but she was wearing a Taoist robe. She was a disciple of the Ancient Tomb Sect.

The Poetry Club they were talking about was a small player event hosted by the Maple Leaf Club, which had been entrenched here for a long time.

It is said to be a poetry meeting, but in fact it also has the content of fighting.

In such a pleasant place, they gradually gained a reputation in Luoyang City.

More and more players came here to participate in the poetry fair.

"Husband, let's go and see too."

In a quiet place on the path, under a straight maple tree, a peerless beauty leaned next to a young man in white clothes who was snow-covered, and suggested sweetly.

"Well, let's go and have a look."

The young master put his arms around the beauty's soft fragrant shoulders, closed the folding fan, and agreed happily.

"The heroine in front, can you tell me the specific coordinates of the poetry meeting?"

The young master waved his hand, and asked with a smile towards the two women, one big and one small, who were walking slowly.

If it weren't for the fact that there was a beauty who was as beautiful as a fairy by his side.

Maybe the two women will definitely regard him as a disciple who came forward to strike up a conversation.

In Luoyang, who doesn't know the coordinates of Maple Leaf's poetry meeting?

"Brother and sister, are you also going to the poetry meeting?"

The little beauty from the Linglong Gate jumped up to greet her, staring at a pair of big watery eyes, and asked innocently and lively.

"Yes, if it's convenient, can we go the same way?"

The young master clasped his fists politely, leaned forward slightly, and bowed at fifteen degrees to salute.

"Yes." The smaller beauty immediately agreed, and then turned her head to the tall slender woman behind her and said, "Sister, shall we go with them?"

The tall slender woman smiled lightly, leaned closer, and clasped her fists together and said, "I'm Liu Xun'er, this is my little sister Liu Yu'er, I don't know how to call you two?"

During the interrogation, the tall slender woman deliberately twisted her waist with a distance of three meters, and swung the saber around her waist to the most convenient position to draw it out.

And her position is just right to separate the two from Liu Yu'er.

She seemed to be afraid of the two of them.

Liu Yu'er of Linglongmen is a neutral force, and she doesn't deliberately use observation skills, and her sight will not prompt the target's narrow sense value and devil value.

However, Liu Xun'er of the Ancient Tomb Sect is different. The Ancient Tomb Sect is a famous and decent sect, and there are only people in the narrow sense.

In her field of vision, there was a small red magic word above the heads of the young master and the peerless woman.

The rivers and lakes intensify the two ways of good and evil, and players on both sides will basically regard each other as prey.

Although the rewards for killing neutral sects are small, they are better than nothing.

"Miss Liu, don't be on guard. We have no evil intentions. I, Gu Changfeng, this is my wife Liu Piaoxu."

The young man in white couldn't see Liu Xun'er's apprehension, so he smiled magnanimously.

People in the arena involuntarily.

Righteousness and evil have been in conflict since ancient times, and when they meet on a narrow road, a battle is inevitable.

Even if you have no intention of being an enemy, you are afraid that the other party will do bad things.

Gu Changfeng, Liu Piaoxu?
"This beautiful sister, is your real name also Liu?"

The girl from the Linglong Sect is new to the world, she just entered the rivers and lakes, and she doesn't quite understand the difference between good and evil.

Hearing that the stunning woman's surname is Liu, she immediately became interested.

The stunning woman shook her head, and replied flatly: "This is just my name in the game, my real name is not Liu."

"Oh, I thought it was my family." Liu Yu'er sighed in disappointment, pouted her mouth, then quickly returned to normal, bent her palms, and motioned for the two to follow her: "Then come with us."

The young man in white and the stunning woman both nodded, lovingly took each other's arms, and followed behind Liu Yu'er and Liu Xun'er obediently.

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The so-called Poetry Club is actually not very large in scale.

When the four people arrived at the scene, there were only about [-] people at the coordinate point.

After all, it is the place where the scenery party often stays.

Humans are creatures of power, even if their original intention is to experience the game.

Over time, influenced by people around him, he will eventually become a guy who cares about profit and income.

"Today's poetry meeting will officially start in 10 minutes!"

A middle-aged player who looked like a host looked at the players around him, held up a wooden sign that said Maple Leaf Club Poetry Club and shouted loudly.

Hearing his voice, the players who were chatting under the maple tree in twos and threes in the distance slowly got up and came over.

The registration fee for the poetry club is one tael of silver.

Of course, there are rewards for winning the championship and getting a good ranking.

Under a huge maple tree, several players of the Maple Leaf Club held up several signs that said the sign-up office, indicating that the players could sign up.

I thought that all the players who came would sign up.

In fact, there were only more than 80 players who signed up, and most of them came to join in the fun and watch the famous Luoyang Poetry Fair.

In this era, there are fewer and fewer artists, and fewer and fewer people like poetry and songs.

Most of the players who signed up for the conference were frequent visitors of the poetry club.

The registration fee of one tael of silver is only seven yuan.

The Maple Leaf Club, which hosted the poetry meeting, could not make any profit from it.

Even in many cases, the Maple Leaf Club will pay back the silver taels to compensate the players who participate in the poetry club.

What the Maple Leaf Club wants is fame, and it's an elegant name.

"Husband, should we sign up?"

The stunning woman is very attractive to male players, and many players will cast admiring glances at her from time to time.

But the woman didn't care at all, she was always quietly nestling in the arms of the young man in white.

"Forget it, I don't have all the six arts, so how can I know poetry?"

The young man in white rolled over with a helpless wry smile, and stretched out his small hand to scratch the bridge of the stunned woman's strong nose.

The woman was amused, but there was nothing to say.

Below the maple forest is a rare and relatively harmonious place in the rivers and lakes.

Players from both the positive and the evil ways came to participate in the poetry meeting, although they consciously got closer to players from the same camp.

But compared to other places where you meet and fight, this place is as peaceful as if the game just started.

"My friend, the poetry fair is very good, but the rewards are too shabby. Do you accept sponsorship? I am willing to sponsor 500 taels of silver for this poetry fair as a prize for the poetry fair."

Although the young man in white gave up participating, it was rare to come to Luoyang, and it happened to be in time for today's poetry meeting, so he must have a sense of participation.

500 taels, that's more than 3000 yuan.

It turned out to be a local tyrant, no wonder he was able to embrace the beauty.

The male players thought so.

As for the female players, many of them stared jealously at the stunning woman, the handsome and wealthy white-clothed boy, who was actually taken down by her.

"Sponsorship?" The middle-aged man who presided over the poetry meeting was taken aback. There was no such precedent in the past.

In the past, there was no reward for winning, and players who gave rewards to other participants and players who proposed sponsorship were the first time today.

"Okay, do I need to leave a name?"

The host thought for a while, and agreed to the sponsorship.

This is a good development, more rewards, and sparks interest among enthusiasts.

As for leaving a name, it is usually the player who wins the first prize. He can engrave his name on the who's who of the poetry club, and Maple Leaf Club will keep his name for one month.

"You don't need to leave a name, just sponsoring a poetry meeting is very interesting and meaningful."

The young man in white swung his hand back, took out 500 taels of silver from his backpack, and then placed the heavy silver on the registration table.

"Thank you sir!"

The host clasped his fists in gratitude.

The president of the Maple Leaf Club is a friend of the host. Both of them are very interested in ancient poetry, so they held the Luoyang Poetry Club.

Giving the guild an elegant image is one of the purposes, while the other is more noble, that is to arouse more young people's interest in poetry.

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Poetry will begin.

The host lifted the wooden board that covered today's topic.

The bottom of the wooden board is still a wooden board, but the word "Autumn" is written on the lower wooden board.

It means that today's poetry meeting, the theme of the poems is "autumn".

Modern poetry, seven-character rhythm and five-character rhythm are all acceptable, and there is no limit to the poetry format.

The only thing is to limit plagiarism!

"In the sky, the sunset is high and the sunset is high, and the blue sea is clear and the sky is foggy."

Suddenly, a little boy sang a sentence.

If there is only one sentence, if it is done beautifully, it can still achieve results.

But it's a pity that the artistic conception and words used in this sentence are only at the level of middle school students.

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The poetry meeting is very idle, and the contestants are thinking hard.

The spectators listened quietly.

The level of the contestants in this game is not high, and most of them are young people.

But the mood of the host is very good. After everyone reads a poem, he will comment on it.

He looks like a master of literature.

Since ancient times, Wen Wu is the first and Wu Wu is the second, but his comments are considered pertinent by everyone.

Of course, the ranking is not determined by the moderator.

Instead, all contestants vote for the verse they think is the best.

At this time, the host's comments are very important.

The level of the contestants is uneven, and many of them don't even have the ability to taste poems. Naturally, they vote for the better poems for the host to comment on.

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It was already three hours before the results came out.

The winner was an old man.

His poems are not very good, just because the level of the opponents is so far behind.

He won 600 taels of the 550 taels of bonus.

However, as soon as the money was received, the old man struck a gong and drum hanging from the maple tree.

It is the gongs and drums used by the men in the city, and I think it is a random thing.

And the meaning represented by the gongs and drums is that the old man uses his bonus to start a new martial arts competition.

This is also an additional project of the poetry club.

The original prize money of the poetry fair was not high, and many contestants did not come to participate in the poetry fair with the aim of winning prize money.

550 taels of silver could be considered a generous bonus, but the old man still didn't hesitate.

Maybe he doesn't need money.

He was very happy to be able to compete poetry with a group of young people who could be his grandsons. How could he accept the prize money?
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The so-called martial arts is also a point-to-point mode of discussion.

Since most of the people who come to participate in the poetry meeting are scenery parties and casual players, the rules of the competition are a little different.

That is to use the system's fair competition mode.

The player's strength will be limited to the tenth level, and the equipment of both sides will not enjoy the bonus, and special props and medicine bottles cannot be used.

In addition, players can only use one set of martial arts routines!
It is different from the quietness of poetry.

As soon as the martial arts registration started, many players were eager to try.

Registration for martial arts is free, and all players present can participate.

Of course, if there are more than 36 registered players, the organizer will roll the dice to determine 36 contestants.

As the name suggests: Luck is also part of strength.

However, the players who came to participate would not be discouraged if they were not selected, but shouted for the players with all their strength.

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"The atmosphere of the poetry meeting is really good."

The stunning woman murmured.

It feels like this place is like a paradise far away from the rivers and lakes.

There are no disputes among the players here, and Wendou will not show off his skills, but accept other people's comments with an open mind.

Martial arts will not be angry, and won't affect the beautiful mood of the day because of winning or losing.

"We will come often in the future."

The young man in white also looked fascinated.

This place is completely different from the rivers and lakes he knew.

Here let him see a group of players who have a completely different gaming experience from most players.

But they are really happy.

There are six or seventy-year-olds on the top, and teenagers in their teens on the bottom.

But they can all play happily together.

It crosses the difference between righteousness and evil in the game, and crosses the age gap that always exists in reality.

The teenagers had a good time, and the old people had a good time.

Winners and losers all looked radiant. Even if there were one or two players who were defeated by one or two moves, they just made another private appointment with their opponents, which did not destroy the harmonious atmosphere of the scene.

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And here is a corner of Luoyang.

There are many places in the rivers and lakes that are as beautiful as the maple forest in Luoyang.

This group of people is just the epitome of some players.

In the rivers and lakes of hundreds of millions of players, there are many players like them.

"It feels like I'm not having as much fun as them."

The young master in white clothes Shengxue sighed, and finally left the Luoyang Poetry Fair that was about to end with the stunning woman on his arm.

"Husband, let's build a paradise like this, it feels really comfortable."

"Who said no? For the first time, I felt that I was playing a game, not that the game was playing me."

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Go where no one is.

The white-clothed young master and the stunningly beautiful woman smiled at each other.

The two turned around at the same time.

I saw that white-clothed young master Shengxue suddenly turned into a red-clothed blood-like fairy.

And that stunningly beautiful woman turned into a handsome and handsome young man in an instant.

He is Dongfang Hongyue.

And she is Ye Qingqing.

(End of this chapter)