A new system every week, how should you deal with it?

Chu Yunxuan was really curious about what was going on behind the Xianmiao Tower.

A group of them also read these poems.

Then a few people came in.

Everyone looked over.

There were three women, with their faces covered with veils.

There was also an old man.

However, it seems that the temperament of these women is indeed better than those women I have seen before.

wow——

When someone saw the old man, they couldn't help but show a surprised expression.

"It's Mr. Huang?"

"Hiss - what is the background of this Xianmiao Tower? Why was Mr. Huang called here by them?"

"Mr. Huang is the great elder of Xiaoyao Sect, a famous strong man and poet. How could he be in Xianmiao Tower?"

"A place like Xianmiao Tower is not a place that a prominent figure like Mr. Huang would come to. What is going on?"

"..."

Many people couldn't help showing surprised expressions.

Mr. Huang's expression was a little strange.

Bai Mo was also shocked!

Although Mr. Huang is a powerful person in the first heaven, many people in the second and third heavens are also aware of his fame.

He knows it even more clearly.

Unexpectedly, Xianmiao Tower actually found him?

What do you mean?

"Meet Mr. Huang!"

Bai Mo clasped his fist.

"Oh? Little friend Bai Mo? What brings you here?"

Mr. Huang asked.

"Hahaha, I just came here to take a look. Why is Mr. Huang here?"

"Cough cough."

Huang Lao sighed and said, "I need to explain something. Some time ago, I competed with someone from Xianmiao Tower and accidentally lost. The bet at that time was that I would come to Xianmiao Tower to do the evaluation for a few days."

Everyone suddenly understood and nodded.

But it's also normal.

It seems that this Xianmiao Tower is really something special, and it is not just a gimmick to attract customers with talent.

"Gentlemen, please take your seats." said one of the women.

Everyone found a seat and sat down.

The space is big enough.

"Perhaps some of you are still not clear about the rules, so let me explain them."

A woman with her face covered by a veil glanced at everyone.

"The following rules require that you compose an impromptu poem within the time of one stick of incense. The poem can be just one sentence. Of course, if you have the talent and ability to compose a complete poem, that would be even better."

"We will evaluate them later, and those who meet the standards will be able to choose a middle-level girl from Xianmiao Tower to accompany them."

Bai Mo said calmly: "What if it exceeds the standard by a lot?"

"This gentleman asked a good question. If it exceeds the standard by a lot, then we can choose a more outstanding girl. Everyone present here is talented. I think everyone should be able to give a sincere answer to whether a poem is good or not, especially with Mr. Huang's evaluation, everyone can be more convinced."

"That's good." Bai Mo nodded.

"It can be seen that the young master is very confident." The woman looked at Bai Mo and smiled.

"It's okay." Bai Mo fanned himself and said.

"Well."

She glanced at everyone and said, "Today's poetry theme is scenery. Please start writing. After you finish writing, please remember to attach your signature and submit it."

Mr. Huang was also feeling a little uneasy.

After all, it is absurd to appreciate poetry for others when it comes to romance.

The appraisal also needs to help classify the levels, and then let this person choose the girls of the corresponding levels.

In a place like this, even if there are talented people, how talented can they be?

But there is no way.

If he loses, he loses. If he gambles, he has to admit defeat, otherwise he will be laughed at by the world.

However, he did admire some talented people in Xianmiao Tower.

"let's start."

Mr. Huang said this calmly, then sat there sipping his tea.

“Jing…”

For Chu Yunxuan, this was too easy.

Many people also sit there, holding a pen and start thinking about how to create.

Chu Yunxuan was thinking about which one to copy.

Bai Mo glanced at the beautiful river outside the window.

"Simple."

He then picked up the pen.

"Mr. Huang, is any scene okay?"

A fat man who looked lazy asked.

"Yeah, everything is fine."

Mr. Huang said impatiently.

"That's easy."

Soon, Bai Mo put down his pen and finished his work.

He glanced at Chu Yunxuan not far away and saw him sitting there.

It was obvious that he hadn't started writing yet and didn't know how to start.

"idiot."

There is no need for him to care about such a clown.

The time of one stick of incense is soon up.

Several women came down and collected all their papers.

"Brother Chu, how is the writing going?"

Ye Xiao asked.

"good."

Chu Yunxuan said.

"I don't have any great talents, I just want to accompany you for a trip."

"No problem."

Bai Mo stood up and asked with his hands behind his back, "Young lady, if you write good poems, can you even see the mysterious woman in your Xianmiao Tower? I have heard a lot about this and I am very curious."

"Of course you can, but it's very difficult. So far, three people have met my young lady, but they all left in disgrace."

What she called a meeting was not a real meeting.

If you want to really meet this woman, you need to pass her own test.

Those three are really talented.

But unfortunately, he failed the girl's test in the end.

I had to leave in disappointment.

"That's fine."

Bai Mo said confidently.

"Mr. Huang, thank you for your trouble."

The woman placed all the poems she had collected in front of Mr. Huang.

"Ah."

Mr. Huang put down the cup and looked at the poems.

The more he looked, the more solemn and unhappy his expression became.

In his opinion, watching this garbage was an insult to him!

But there's nothing he can do, who made him lose?

Finally, Mr. Huang saw a poem and his brows relaxed a little.

Then he handed the poem to the woman.

The people below were somewhat surprised.

What?

After reading so many poems, is there only one that passes?

Is it that strict?

Mr. Huang looked at it again.

Then I saw his eyebrows slightly raised.

Then, he even whispered a few words with the three women.

Then he handed the poem to one of the women.

Suddenly, Mr. Huang saw a poem and his expression froze.

Then he took on a serious look.

Then, he frowned, raised his head, and glanced at the crowd with some surprise, not knowing who he was looking at.

"Miss Li, take a look at this poem."

"Oh? Did Mr. Huang think it was good?"

"It's not just good, it's stunning." said Mr. Huang.

It is hard to imagine that someone could write such a poem in such a place.