If it were in the past, Su Yun would definitely sneer when he saw such a scene, he would definitely sneer, superficial!

But after seeing Miss Linglong, he just wants to pay the money now.

Several women around him were still rubbing against him. With the effect of wine, Su Yun felt a little hot at this moment.

After realizing this, I immediately suppressed it with my cultivation.

I glanced at Qin Xiao and it was all my fault that this dog was better than the young master, and he had ruined himself!

【Road Point 1】

【Road Point 1】

Qin Xiao was not surprised. It would be strange if he brought Su Yun to a place like this.

"Go, go and exchange some silver coins!" Qin Xiao took out three low-grade spirit stones and handed them to Su Yun. He didn't have enough money.

Su Yun didn't ask, but just took the spirit stone.

He even felt a little excited. From this point of view, he would have a chance?

There is a place in the garden for money, and Su Yun quickly exchanged it for 600 taels.

The price of spirit stones is self-evident. For sect veins like the Northern Spirit Vein, outer disciples can only distribute one low-grade spirit stone in a month.

In exchange for 600 taels, Su Yun excitedly handed it to Qin Xiao.

"Are there any more? Are there any more people participating?" Mom Sang shouted on the platform.

"Mom Yang waits for a while, my people will come back to withdraw money."

"Brother, let's get together, let's write a poem one by one!"

"You don't have to do 999 on the spot, just one or two to watch the wonderful performance of the broken eyebrows!"

Mother Yang stood on the platform and watched the scene with a smile on her face.

At least one hundred people participated in this event!

This is ten thousand taels!

Usually, Miss Linglong is only three thousand taels to accompany her.

I just started a small event and I could actually make so much more money!

Mama Yang decided to hold more such activities next time.

As for Miss Linglong, she slowly sipped the tea on the second floor, and she only needed to choose one at will.

At most, choose one with a better impression.

She didn't think these ordinary people could make any good poems.

Even if it is an immortal cultivator, not many people can write decent poems.

Perhaps, the top scholar in a country can still be like a little bit.

Qin Xiao waited and watched for a while, then took out a hundred taels and handed them to the woman beside him.

"Register me."

The woman covered her mouth and smiled, "Young Master is a person who reads poetry and books at first glance. Maybe it's really possible tonight."

"Hmm? What about me?" Su Yun asked Qin Xiao with a puzzled look on his face.

He wants to participate, too!

"Don't think about it, I've participated and you won't have a chance."

"you!"

Su Yun slapped the table, but he didn't dare to get angry.

Besides, who made me lose money?

All his spirit stones were robbed by Qin Xiao, and there was no penny.

"What? Don't you believe it? Come on, please sign up for me as a brother."

Qin Xiao took out another 100 taels, and it seemed that he would not give up if he didn't let him go to the Yellow River.

【Road Point 1】

Effectively use your mental state to get lucky points.

Su Yun was excited inside. This young master is still very good.

"Two young men, please."

The woman came back soon and took out the four treasures of the study.

There is also a number on the tissue paper for recording.

"Okay, the registration is over now. Everyone has a stick of incense. Let's start writing poetry. The most talented person will become the guests of Miss Linglong tonight!"

As soon as Mama Yang finished speaking, everyone sat down to lay down the paper and began to think about it.

Including Su Yun, he also tilted his head and thought.

He studied in a private school for two years before he entered the Northern Spiritual Matrix, which was considered to be literate.

But for writing poetry...

Qin Xiao did not rush to write. Once he started writing, it would be like a cheat.

Perhaps he did not recite many ancient poems in his previous life, but in this life, after his cultivation reached Lingxu, he could remember everything in his previous life.

For example, all the ancient poems he has read and heard!

There are sounds of scratching your head below, and some people have already started writing.

The speed is fast, all the manuscripts have been submitted.

"Miss Linglong is so beautiful, she looks like a flower, her smile is as beautiful as a flower, and the flowers bloom all year round warm my heart..."

A woman read the poem in public.

"Good poems and good poems!"

"Young Master Zuo is very talented. It seems that the chance of winning the championship tonight is very high!"

A young man in his thirties was filled with pride.

"Forget it, do you understand poetry?"

"Look at their attitude, like a clown!"

Anyone who understands poetry is immediately unhappy. Is this a poem considered?

Next, one song after another.

Most of them are full of dross, and some even fail to even make statements.

Until half a stick of incense stick, a poem that made everyone cheer appears.

"The Lantern Festival is like a candle, and the drama is full of friends. If you ask what beauty is tonight, Linglong will be unparalleled in the world."

As soon as this poem was released, most of the people present applauded.

"Good poem!"

"I don't know which young master did it, this must be a literary master!"

In the second floor private room, a man in his twenties walked out.

He bowed to everyone.

Even Yang's mother glanced at her, and then a woman quickly handed the poem to Miss Linglong.

Su Yun had already written halfway through the poem, but after hearing this poem, he could not continue to write the following one.

It’s not that he is not calm, but that he feels that what he wrote may not be as good as others.

"Young Master, are you not writing anymore?" asked a woman.

He was not asking Su Yun, but Qin Xiao, who had never started writing.

Su Yun looked at it in confusion, and then shook his head. At the age of seventeen, he probably spent all his time on his cultivation in the late stage of Ningyuan. He could still write poetry?

"No hurry, no hurry."

Qin Xiao looked at the hundreds of poems below with interest.

There are about ten songs below, but none of them are good.

Su Yun forcibly wrote the following two sentences. After thinking about it, Qin Xiao waved his hand.

"Don't hand it over, so as not to lose my man."

"Don't lose you? You haven't written a word yet!" Su Yun immediately retorted.

"That's right, I spent money at least, I'll try it."

"The time for an incense stick is coming soon, young master?"
To be continued...