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Chapter 98 I feel that Ren Pingsheng is not bad
Marquis Yingyang had a mysterious expression on his face, and heard the sound: "A few days ago, did you hear what happened in front of the Qianqing Palace?"

"heard."

"Do you know the cause of that incident?"

"Isn't it just that in front of the Spring Breeze Hall, Prince Zhenbei took action to abolish Uncle Anping's cultivation, which aroused Uncle Anping's dissatisfaction, and only then did he do the Qing Palace later.

I have already inquired about it. At that time, Uncle Anping was drunk and his strength was greatly reduced. It is reasonable for the prince of Zhenbei to win. "

When Linjianghou said this, he said with certainty: "In my opinion, no matter how powerful the son of Zhenbei Prince is in actual combat, he is only at the eighth rank, and can be compared with the mediocre seventh rank at most, so how could he be able to squeeze into the top ten. "

Yingyang Hou heard the words, and smiled mysteriously: "You only know one, not the other."

"How do you say that?" Linjiang Hou's eyes showed curiosity.

"Have you ever thought about why Prince Zhenbei and Uncle Anping were punished together? Uncle Anping was flogged to death, but Prince Zhenbei only suffered some skin trauma. After two or three days of recuperation, he seemed to be fine. Same?"

After Yingyang Hou finished speaking, he picked up his teacup and took a sip, looking calm and relaxed.

"This"

Linjiang Hou was slightly taken aback.

He really didn't think about this question, and he didn't bother to think about it, so he simply asked: "Brother, why don't you explain your words clearly."

Marquis Yingyang put down his teacup, and said slowly: "This shows that the Holy Majesty has a preference for Prince Zhenbei's son. Of course, just releasing water during the execution is not enough to prove this point. This Marquis has other evidences. The second is to connive at the Prince of Zhenbei and Princess Yunhe, and the third is to let Xiao Rong from the Zhenma Division also participate in Xia Miao.

In addition, there are many details that also prove that the Holy Majesty's attitude towards Prince Zhenbei's son is extraordinary.

This time, Xia Miao ranked in the top ten. She can get rewards and be entrusted with important tasks. Do you think it is possible for the son of the Prince of Zhenbei to get into the top ten? "

Hearing this, the Marquis of Linjiang was even more confused.

He could still understand the first point Yingyang Hou said.

What about Yun and the princess, and Xiao Rong from Zhenmai Division? What do these have to do with Zhenbei Wang Shizi?
Marquis Yingyang saw his bewilderment, sighed helplessly, stopped playing riddles, and explained in detail: "When the incident happened a few days ago, Princess Yunhe threatened his life and asked the Holy Majesty to let the prince of Zhenbei go. , If you say that there is no trick between them, ghosts will not believe it, but have you heard that the Holy Majesty was furious because of this?
Xiao Rong of the Zhenma Division had a close relationship with the Prince of Zhenbei. I heard that before Princess Changan married into Ren's mansion, they slept in the same bed. You don't need to think about it. This time, Xia Miao, he will definitely be with Xia Miao. Zhenbei Wang Shizi went together.

He is a fifth-rank martial artist. Although he was seriously injured, his strength is still not weak. As long as he puts some water on the prince of Zhenbei, he will work harder and squeeze into the top ten. It is entirely possible! "

"Is there such a thing?!"

Marquis Linjiang was shocked.

"Or do you think that this Marquis has so much money that he has no place to spend it, and that he can force an eighth-rank martial artist to enter the top ten?" Marquis Yingyang stroked his beard proudly, looking like he was sure of winning.

Seeing him like this, the Marquis of Linjiang believed his words a little more, feeling annoyed for a while.

I should have bought some Prince Zhenbei's if I knew it earlier.

If the Marquis of Yingyang guessed it right, according to Changle Fang's odds, it would be a lot of money!

Thinking of this, he looked at the huge bronze mirror not far away, and prayed secretly: "God bless, don't let the prince of Zhenbei squeeze into the top ten!"

not far away.

There is a huge bronze mirror in front of it.

A picture is reflected in the bronze mirror.

Hundreds of youths and teenagers in hard clothes gathered in a forest, in groups of twos and threes, chatting without saying a word.

This mirror is called Xuanji Mirror, and it is a magic weapon newly developed by Qin Tianjian based on the Wentian Mirror of the Yaozu.

It can sense aura fluctuations within a certain range and present relevant pictures.

Compared with Wentian Mirror, this Mysterious Mirror is extremely troublesome to use. First, it needs to cooperate with the formation to delineate an area, and then inject a lot of spiritual energy into it to play a role.

Qin Tianjian and Jin Yiwei worked hard for half a month before they managed to include the hunting ground.

"This mysterious mirror newly developed by Qin Tianjian is really good. I can see the scene of the hunting ground when I sit here... Wonderful, really wonderful!"

"It's a pity that it is too troublesome to use, otherwise it will have miraculous effects when sent to the battlefield."

The nobles looked at the picture presented by the bronze mirror and talked a lot.

The topic mainly revolves around the mysterious mirror that debuted for the first time.

We finished talking about the mysterious mirror.

The topic shifted to Xia Miao's top three and top ten personnel this time.

In everyone's eyes.

The first name is undoubtedly the eldest son of An Guogong's family, Baiping.

The second is also without a doubt, Baiping's colleague in Zhenmensi, the weirdo who carries a coffin wherever he goes.

The third to fifth are nothing more than Xu Yunzhen, the second son of Dingguo Duke, Zhu Yu, the concubine of Cheng Guogong, and the unidentified Xiao Rong in the Zhenmagic Division.

These five people are almost the top five, so there is nothing to talk about.

The focus of everyone's discussion is mainly on which five of the remaining people can enter the top ten.

The reason why we only talk about the top ten, not the top twenty, or the top thirty.

In addition to the top ten can be rewarded by the emperor.

Another important reason is that Changlefang only bet on the top ten at the opening.

now.

The nobles were smiling and talking a lot.

"Young master of the Duke of Wei's family, half a year ago he achieved the seventh rank, and he is only one step away from entering the sixth rank. This time, he will definitely be rewarded by the emperor!"

"Dingbohou, I heard that your Dalang enlightened half a month ago at home, mastered the two exercises, and reached the seventh-rank perfection overnight. Your Dalang must be in the top ten this time."

"That kid is far from the top ten, but it's your family's Erlang, who has a better chance this time."

Near the high platform, Liu Yunmeng, who was wearing a gorgeous long dress, suddenly felt very uncomfortable listening to the discussions around her.

With so many people, no one is optimistic about Ren Pingsheng.

He is obviously very strong, and a few days ago he punched that shit Uncle Anping half to death.

Even if he might not be in the top ten, he shouldn't be left out like this, right?
"Don't they know that Ren Pingsheng has obtained Dao Zun's Golden Elixir, which is no longer what it used to be, and is no longer the ten thousand year ninth grade of the old tiger father and dog son."

Thinking of this, Liu Yunmeng suddenly felt that even if no one was optimistic about Ren Pingsheng, she still wanted to create momentum for him.

After thinking about it, he raised his voice and said in a clear and sweet voice: "I think that the prince of Zhenbei, Ren Pingsheng, is not bad. A few days ago, he only used one punch to beat a seventh-rank martial artist half to death. With such strength, Not necessarily in the top ten."

As soon as this word comes out.

The surroundings fell silent in an instant.

The nobles glanced at Liu Yunmeng with strange eyes. After a few seconds of silence, they withdrew their gazes and continued discussing the topic just now.

No one answered her words.

Liu Yun dreamed of this scene, clenched his small fists in his cuffs, his face was expressionless, but he was very angry in his heart.

One by one, they all have some kind of eyes, as if Ben Gong has something to do with Ren Pingsheng.

You are only allowed to flatter each other, and I am not allowed to boast about Ren's life?

What's the point!
By the time.

Ren Pingsheng is about to enter the top ten, look at your expressions.

snort!
Liu Yunmeng pouted dissatisfiedly, picked up a piece of pastry, stuffed it into her mouth, and looked at Xuanji mirror while chewing.

The edge of the hunting ground.

The light rain has just stopped, and the sky is still dark.

Holding a broken knife in his hand, Ren Pingsheng looked at the handsome young man in a moon-white robe who was far away from the crowd, with a strange expression on his face, he couldn't help but ask, "Who is that?"

beside.

Xiao Rongxue followed his gaze, saw that figure, the corner of her mouth twitched, and replied: "Baiping."

Ren Pingsheng's expression suddenly dawned.

It turned out that he was a white screen.

It's a bit out of the ordinary.

Out of hundreds of people, he was the only one who didn't wear fancy clothes, but a spotless, exquisitely crafted robe, with a touch of rouge on his face.

Xia Miao is about to start.

Others try to save energy as much as possible.

What about him?

Not to mention standing upright, but also exuding aura to block the falling drizzle.

That's all.

What makes Ren Pingsheng speechless the most is that since he came here, he has always stood with his hands behind his back, motionless.

If it wasn't for the slight ups and downs in his chest, Ren Pingsheng would have thought it was a sculpture.

I still remember hearing Xiao Rongxue say that he was competing with a madman, saying that he had a way to kill him.

At that time, I thought he was a cold-blooded killer with no feelings.

Now it seems that he is more like a middle school boy who reads a lot of stories, thinking about concave shape all the time, posing in poses, highlighting his unusual force.

"Speaking of which, he is a bit like the third senior brother who appeared in front of others... Why don't you give it a try and guide him in that direction."

Looking at the white screen motionless, standing with hands behind hands, looking up at the sky.

Ren Pingsheng suddenly thought of a character in a certain novel he had read before, and raised his eyebrows, becoming interested.

"Speaking of which, I should call him uncle, you wait, I'll go up and say hello."

Ren Pingsheng said casually, and walked towards the white screen.

Xiao Rongxue was slightly startled, stretched out her hand to grab his sleeve, and said angrily: "It's about to start, what kind of relatives are you dating at this time."

Ren Pingsheng smiled: "Just chat for a few words."

Seeing his smile, Xiao Rongxue always felt that he was holding back some bad thoughts, hesitated for a moment, and nodded: "It is really time to say hello, go and come back quickly."

"Ah."

Ren Pingsheng responded, and walked towards the white screen in a long robe.

He was about to walk in front of Baiping, and was about to start a conversation, but before he could make a sound, Baiping's figure flashed.

Disappeared in place and appeared five steps away, still in the original posture, standing with hands behind his back, looking up at the sky, without any change.

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The corner of Ren Pingsheng's mouth twitched.

I thought, what kind of operation is this?
Don't want others to come near?

Is it possible that I take a few steps forward and you take a few steps back?

Ren Pingsheng thought for a while and moved forward again.

After walking two steps, I heard a cold voice in my ear.

"What's the matter?"

Is this sound transmission?
Ren Pingsheng was slightly dazed, and raised his eyes to look forward.

Baiping was standing a few steps away, maintaining his original posture.

moment.

Ren Pingsheng understood.

He was afraid that if he opened his mouth to speak, it would affect his compulsion, so he transmitted the sound to his ears.

"It smells like that. It's just that the style is a little bit worse. It's time to turn your back on the world."

Ren Pingsheng thought so, with a gentle smile on his face, and first introduced himself: "Ren Pingsheng, the son of the northern prince in Xiazhen, my mother is the eldest daughter of Duke Anguo. Speaking of which, I should call you uncle."

The voice fell.

Bai Ping turned his head and glanced at him, his eyes turned from annoyance at being disturbed to curiosity.

"What's the matter?"

It was sound transmission to the ears again.

The tone is much gentler, not as cold as before.

Ren Pingsheng recalled the plot of the novel, blinked, and said: "I just saw you wearing a white robe, standing with your hands behind your back in the drizzle, looking up at the sky, independent of the world, and I felt admiration spontaneously in my heart. I can't help but think of a line of poetry, which is exactly in line with the current situation."

Speaking of this, he cleared his throat, looked serious, and said slowly in a low tone: "Holding the sun and the moon to pick the stars, there is no one like me in the world."

Holding the sun and the moon and picking the stars, there is no one like me in the world.
Bai Ping savored it carefully twice, his eyes sparkled, and he looked at Ren Pingsheng with a burning gaze, as if he had found a confidant in life.

great poem!

What a poem!
Seeing his eyes, Ren Pingsheng raised his eyebrows, and continued: "This poem is a match made in heaven for you. You might as well recite it later, so as to give everyone present a little shock."

Hearing this, Bai Ping couldn't help but a picture appeared in his mind.

The light rain is pattering, and I, dressed in a delicate robe, stay away from the mundane world, look up at the sky, and chant: holding the sun and the moon and picking the stars, there is no one like me in the world.

Isn't this the demeanor of a peerless expert in your imagination?

Thinking of this.

Bai Ping was even more excited, his eyes sparkled, he looked at Ren Pingsheng, and blurted out: "Thank you!"

This time, no sound came into my ears.

Ren Pingsheng smiled gently: "You're welcome. I still have something to do, so I'm leaving."

After speaking, without stopping, turned and left.

now.

Bai Ping only had those two poems in his mind, he didn't say anything, just recited silently in his heart.

not far away.

Xiao Rongxue noticed the change in Baiping's expression and was surprised.

"It's amazing that it can affect Baiping when he is sick."

in her eyes.

What White Screen does is fall ill.

After a while, seeing Ren Pingsheng came back, she couldn't help asking: "What did you tell him?"

"It's nothing."

Ren Pingsheng smiled and told the truth: "I just taught him a poem."

poetry?
Xiao Rongxue looked blank, and asked again: "What poem?"

Ren Pingsheng raised his eyebrows: "You will know later."

Do not know why.

Xiao Rongxue always felt that his smile was cheap, and he looked uneasy.

but.

If the object of being pitted is a white screen, then it will be fine.

When this guy was in the yamen, he always did many inexplicable things, and she had long been upset with him.

Silence for a while.

Xiao Rongxue seemed to have thought of something, pointed to the other side, and asked, "Why don't you talk to him for a while?"

Ren Pingsheng looked in the direction of her finger.

I saw a man in his thirties and 40s, with gray hair and an unshaven beard, sitting on the ground with a coffin turned sideways on his back, with the same expressionless face as the white screen just now.

just.

Ren Pingsheng could see the deep loneliness in his eyes, which was completely different from the old man pretended by the white screen.

"Have chance."

Ren Pingsheng didn't want to have too much contact with people with many stories like this, so he said something perfunctory.

Xiao Rongxue didn't say much, she just glanced at the demon-suppressing envoy in the front, who was wearing a python robe, and said in a low voice: "It should start soon."

Ren Pingsheng nodded and asked: "I heard that this time, the two fifth-rank monster clans were also released?"

Xiao Rongxue said: "That's right."

Ren Pingsheng said: "Leave it for you to deal with?"

Xiao Rongxue said: "In the hunting ground, there is no one to deal with. A ninth-rank martial artist may also encounter a fifth-rank monster clan."

"Well said."

Ren Pingsheng nodded in approval, and after a few seconds of silence, lowered his voice, and said seriously: "I still think that the matter of the Demon Locking Tower is not that simple."

Xiao Rongxue turned her head and glanced at her: "I think so too."

Ren Pingsheng said: "After the Xia Miao meeting starts, don't start yet, stay here and observe for half an hour, if there is no problem, then go hunt the monster clan."

After a pause, he said again: "We have 24 hours, not less than half an hour."

After thinking for a few seconds, Xiao Rongxue nodded, "Listen to you."

Time passed, and in a blink of an eye, it was already a stick of incense.

The demon locker wearing a python suit looked around, suddenly raised his voice, and began to read the rules.

The rules are simple.

Kill a monster, cut off its head, and use it for points.

Five-rank monster clan, accumulate [-] points.

Sixth grade monster clan, with thirty points.

Seventh-rank monster clan, five points.

Eighth-rank monster clan, three points.

Ninth-rank monster clan, one point.

The time is two days and two nights, that is, 24 hours.

The more points, the higher the ranking.

You can walk together, but you can't compete for each other's heads, let alone attack each other.

As for how to know if anyone is breaking the rules.

After Xia Miao is over, Xu Ruxian, a great Confucian of the third rank and the censor of Zuodu, will come to ask them if they violated the rules.

If someone is lying, he can tell at a glance.

After reading the rules, the demon locker raised his voice again, and shouted:
"Since entering the hunting ground, Xia Miao will be responsible for life and death!"

The voice fell.

Hundreds of honorable disciples couldn't wait to rush into the hunting ground and hunt down the demon clan.

Didn't take a few steps.

Suddenly, I heard a cold and melodious voice from between heaven and earth.

"Holding the sun and the moon to pick the stars, there is no one like me in the world"

"?"

When everyone heard these two lines of verses that were extremely arrogant, they subconsciously stopped in their tracks.

Looking along the source of the sound, he saw Prince Ango standing in the distance, wearing a spotless white robe, standing with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky, motionless like a sculpture, with the appearance of a lonely master.

Seeing this scene, and thinking about the two lines of the poem just now, a thought popped up in everyone's mind: "Damn! I really want to hit him!"

Some people couldn't help complaining: "Even if he is very talented, he is a fifth-rank at a young age, and he is still far away from holding the sun and the moon to pick the stars, and there is no one like me in the world."

"Let's not talk about him, even a martial sage or a Daoist may not dare to say that he can hold the sun and the moon and pluck the stars."

"Back then, King Zhenbei and the eldest princess were so stunning, and I have never seen them as arrogant as him."

There is nothing wrong with the poem itself.

If it were any extraordinary monk who recited it, everyone would feel that the mountain is looking up to him, even though he can't reach it, he yearns for it.

But when a fifth-rank youth reads it, it gives people a sense of arrogance and frivolity, which is hard to describe.

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When Xiao Rongxue heard these two lines of poetry, the corners of her mouth twitched similar to what everyone else felt.

He opened his mouth, wanting to complain, but when he turned his head, he saw Ren Pingsheng's face was flushed, and he looked like he was holding back a smile.

moment.

She realized something, and her expression became even weirder: "You taught him this poem?"

Ren Pingsheng bit the tip of his tongue lightly, tried not to laugh out loud, shook his head, and said solemnly: "I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense."

He really taught it.

Also.

Although this poem is very embarrassing when I read it.

But the majestic momentum is indeed not something that can be produced by a white screen.

"It's not you, why are you laughing?" Xiao Rongxue asked him with a sideways glance.

"I think of happy things." Ren Pingsheng replied with a suppressed smile.

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The corners of Xiao Rongxue's eyes twitched, she was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, took out the Xiuchun knife, wiped it with her sleeve, and said casually: "Call me in half an hour."

at the same time.

Near the high platform.

The nobles witnessed this scene in the mysterious mirror, with puzzled faces.

What happened in the hunting grounds?
Why are these people staring at Prince An, as if they were going to beat him up?

Just wondering.

Just listen to the voice of the emperor from the high platform.

"Ask Sun Tongxing what happened."

Sun Tongxing is the name of the demon locker.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The chief eunuch Wang Zheng responded, and turned his head to wink at the other eunuch.

The eunuch understood immediately, soared into the air, and flew away.

After only a moment, he left and returned, reporting: "Reporting to the Holy Majesty, it's nothing serious, it's just that the son of An Guogong recited a poem."

"Oh? He can also compose poetry?"

Emperor Zhaowu seemed to know this white screen very well. When he heard the poem, he was a little surprised, waved his hand and said: "What poem, read it and listen to it."

offstage.

The royal relatives and nobles also showed curiosity and listened attentively.

Only An Guogong seemed to have expected something, his face was a little unsightly, he lowered his head, and kept picking up vegetables.

"Returning to the Holy One, what the son of An Guogong is reading is... Holding the sun and the moon and picking the stars, there is no one like me in the world."

The voice fell.

Everyone fell silent instantly.

The entire high platform was silent.

Emperor Zhaowu's expression was a little strange, after a long silence, he waved his hands and said, "Got it, let's go down."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The eunuch responded and returned to his seat.

The surroundings were quiet for a moment, and gradually returned to the original atmosphere.

Everyone tacitly did not mention this poem.

until after a stick of incense.

Finally someone couldn't hold back, looked at An Guogong, and raised his eyebrows: "I didn't expect this one of yours to be able to compose poems. He writes well, with lofty ambitions and great momentum."

It was Duke Ding who spoke.

Only the Duke dared to ridicule the Duke like this.

"Cough cough cough cough cough."

On the side, Dingbohou heard Dingguogong's words, thought of those two lines of poems, and the picture presented in the Xuanji mirror, accidentally spewed out the wine in his mouth, and choked and coughed.

This cough.

With several nobles around him coughing.

"Cough cough cough ha. cough cough ha ha ha."

There was a nobleman who couldn't hold it back anymore, and laughed out loud.

Old Mr. An blushed slightly, ignored him, and continued to eat.

Among the royal family and nobles.

Only Liu Yunmeng's eyes were shining, and he recited in a low voice: "Pick the stars with the sun and the moon in your hands, and hope that one day Ren can pick the stars in his life like this poem said, and give them to me."

on the high platform.

Emperor Zhaowu glanced at his daughter, sighed in his heart, looked away, and looked at Xuanji Mirror.

The royal family and nobles laughed for a while, and then turned their attention to the mysterious mirror again, wanting to see who among this group of people can seize the opportunity.

I watched it for a while.

Their expressions changed again.

There are doubts, but also at a loss.

"The prince of Zhenbei and the three of Zhenmasi, why don't you move?"

(End of this chapter)