I'm really a decent cultivator

After the autumn rain, the dark clouds cleared and a waning moon appeared in the sky.

Magic City, Xiangsi River, flickering candles, floating lanterns, and waves on the lake.

After Qing Chen wrote the message, he put the note back and put it in the river, and the colored lights went upstream.

After doing all this, he shook his head and laughed secretly, thinking about his behavior just now, he was a bit childish.

but,

He really felt much better.

Just as he was about to leave, another pure red lantern floated down the river.

This lantern is different from other lanterns in that it has a single color, unlike other lanterns that have different shapes and colorful colors. In contrast, this lantern is a bit rough, unlike other lanterns with exquisite workmanship, it feels like it was made temporarily Same.

Qing Chen glanced at it, and the lantern seemed to have a spirituality, staying at his feet and not going down.

Qing Chen was curious, so he bent over to pick it up, and opened the note to have a look.

[Uncle Master, the most handsome!none of them! 】

He looked up and saw Situ Wan'er at the end of the river, waving her little hands and smiling at herself again.

Qing Chen shook his head secretly, with a smile on his face, and put the small note in his arms into his arms.

"Eldest brother, why are you smiling so happily?" Su Che on the side looked at Lu Changsheng curiously.

Qing Chen waved his hand, said nothing, and did not answer the topic.

"How many notes did you write?"

"There are only three or four, and I don't know when they will receive the lanterns?". "Su Che said with longing.

"These colored lanterns will follow the river, and they will be able to reach the farthest downstream almost as soon as dawn. At that time, someone will salvage these colored lanterns, and the person who gave the colored lanterns will go to get their own colored lantern notes." The man on the side replied.

"Fellow Daoist, how many notes did you write?" Su Che took the initiative to ask once he was familiar with him.

The man shook his head, smiled lightly, and did not answer the question directly. Then, he changed the subject and said, "The Lantern Festival is coming to the last stage soon. Are you all leading the way together?"

Su Che looked at Qingchen full of expectation, with an obvious expression - I want to...

As always, Situ Wan'er, like a good wife and mother at home, let Qing Chen make up her mind.

Qing Chen smiled lightly, and said to the man, "It's okay to go and have a look together."

The last grand finale of the Lantern Festival.It is the poetry writing conference.If you can win the lottery, not only can you win glory in front of countless talents in the imperial capital, but most importantly, you can also get some substantial prizes.

The poetry writing conference was held in the square.

At this moment, countless talents and beauties have gathered, and the surrounding balconies are full of people.

The most famous is the Yellow Crane Tower.

On the way here, Qing Chen and the others knew that the man's name was Arhat, and which demon sect he came from, so they didn't describe too much.

"There are so many people, how can we play standing here?" Su Che looked up and saw that there was a sea of ​​people in the square, and he couldn't help but asked in amazement.

"It's okay, I booked a private room in the Yellow Crane Tower, and I can step aside, enjoy the beautiful scenery, and enjoy the delicious food. If you don't mind, how about together?" Luo Han said.

Forehead…

How familiar is this scene?

It seems that every time I go to the city, I can meet a person with a mysterious identity and a lot of money. Li Qiye was like this back then. In terms of appearance, he is no different from him.

"It's better to be respectful than to obey your orders." Qing Chen didn't shirk it either, he wouldn't do such stupid things as not paying for nothing.

"Alright." Su Che jumped up happily.

Passing by the crowd standing on the square, he also said something to them in a high-spirited manner.

"Heh... a group of poor people."

.......
Inside the Yellow Crane Tower.It is indeed luxurious.

Carved dragons and painted phoenixes, pavilions, green tiles and vermilion eaves, each corner is lit with a piece of fine sandalwood to refresh the mind.

The Yellow Crane Tower has seven floors.

The private rooms booked by Luo Han are on the seventh floor, and each private room is not connected to each other, so as to avoid any accidents, and at the same time maintain absolute sound insulation.

The maids of the Yellow Crane Tower are all extremely beautiful people. When they came to the seventh floor, sixteen stunning women stood at the door with smiles on their faces.

But, strangely, when they saw Qing Chen, they didn't show too much surprise.

At this moment,

It seems so familiar again...

Is it boring to repeat the plot...

In order to repeat the same mistakes, Qing Chen decisively threw a [Analysis] on Luo Han.

Fortunately, it is a person.

This is indeed a restaurant, not a ghost town...

Qing Chen walked side by side with Luo Han calmly. As the host, Luo Han had an extraordinary temperament, but today, together with Qing Chen, his temperament was slightly suppressed.

Walking together, others thought that Luo Han was the housekeeper who was in charge of booking and paying the bill. When those people saw Su Che, they realized that they had misunderstood, and it turned out that the incompetent housekeeper was walking behind.

A group of people quickly came to the private room.

In the private room, some spirit fruit wines have already been placed.

Qing Chen naturally sat at a window seat, Situ Wan'er sat beside her, and poured wine for Qing Chen.

After pouring, he poured a cup for the two of Luohan.

"Fellow Daoist, do you want to participate in this poem writing conference?" Luo Han asked after taking a sip of his wine.

"Who is my senior brother, how can he participate in this kind of competition with a group of ordinary people?" Su Che finished pretending for Qingchen.

But Qingchen took a sip of wine and didn't answer.

On the way, I heard that the major demon sects have never paid much attention to culture before. The culture of colored lanterns, lantern riddles, and poetry has only become popular in recent years to avoid too strong cultural differences.

In Xianle Building that day, he had already experienced the cultural level of this world, even those who are full of scriptures and the righteous sects have the same level. How strong can the Mozong's cultural level be in just a few years?

Therefore, it doesn't matter if you don't participate in the poetry competition.

Some beeps, if you know the result in advance, it will be indifferent.

"That's right, although if you can win No.1, there will be ten high-grade spirit stones as a reward, but such a thing, even a fellow Taoist would not like it." Luohan nodded and said very seriously.

How many?

Top grade spirit stone?Still ten!
It's not that Qingchen is vulgar or greedy for money, but he knows that in the world of Xianxia, ​​with spirit stones, one can travel thousands of miles, but without spirit stones, it is difficult to move an inch.

What's more, when he went down the mountain this time, he had another idea, saving spirit stones... to buy a house.

If you ask what is the safest business in the world, it is to buy a house... You may lose money in business, but you will never lose money in buying a house!
If you have saved enough spirit stones, you can buy a suite in the main city of the three major immortal sects and use it as an investment, and when you have saved enough, you can buy another set.

Hoarding a house is more cost-effective than buying and selling...

So, upon hearing that there were ten high-grade spirit stones as a reward, Qing Chen drank another sip of wine, looked at Su Che and said slowly, "Your brother's words are wrong. Scholars do not distinguish between high and low, and in the hometown of seniors, there is a saying Famous quote, do you know what it is?"

"what?"

Both Luo Han and Situ Wan'er showed curiosity.

Lu Changsheng replied seriously.

"Come all come!"