My talent is resurrection

Chapter 315 Who else?
the beginning of the month.

The Autumn Ci Poetry Conference, which has been brewing for a long time in the academy, finally opened.

It was extremely lively early this morning, and there was an endless stream of monks coming and going at the gate, all of whom were big and respectable monks in Middle-earth China.

This is a scene that Taoism has never seen before, because Taoism basically does not hold any activities, but only pays attention to a dedicated practice.

Xuegong has a lot of good ties and treats people gently, so they have some friendship with various sects in Central China.

It is hard to say who is right and who is wrong according to what the two sides have done, only that the roads are different.

The monks received by the Academy are divided into three levels, consisting of the disciples at the registration office on the outermost level, the lecturers who allocate accommodation inside, and the gentlemen who communicate with the leaders of the various sects at the end.

The gathering of many sects this time is not so much a poetry meeting, but actually more like a sorting, and the academy ranks the major sects who come here.

The ten major sects of Middle-earth China from ancient times to the present are actually all evaluated by the Academy, and then widely disseminated by other monks in Middle-earth China.

Taoism doesn't care about this matter, mainly because they don't have the mind and are too lazy to take care of it.

Xuegong Baijia has this energy, and can be more carefully classified, and not only ranked according to strength, but also according to the merits of each sect. the tall one.

Therefore, the top ten in Middle-earth China made by the academy is really convincing, and it is also the most trusted list by Middle-earth monks.

The most important thing in this Autumn Poetry Festival is the ranking, and for the sects that are not ranked well, it is just to watch the fun and get acquainted with each other by the way. , not always be able to see.

Zhou Xian put on that Fengxia shirt today, put on some light makeup, waited in the venue, kept looking out, looking for Chen Jiu's figure.

Before Chen Jiu arrived, the venue was full of people coming and going. Although it wasn't crowded, it was hard to find someone.

Many sect disciples who came and went around looked at Zhou Xian when they passed by. They were quite amazed. I didn't expect that there was such a woman in the academy. Many sect disciples would stop and watch for a while, sighing that it was wonderful woman.

The well-informed monks around began to popularize science, saying that this woman is a closed disciple of the sage Zhang surnamed in the Academy, named Zhou Xian, with profound knowledge.

After hearing this, the surrounding monks became more and more ashamed of themselves, and dared not speak to the disciples of the saints, so most of them left one after another after taking a few glances.

However, there are still a few monks who stay not far away, and they are not stage-frightened because Zhou Xian is a disciple of a saint. After all, their backgrounds are only slightly inferior to Zhou Xianlai, so it should be fine to chat and get to know each other.

So they hesitated for a moment, then took courage and went forward to talk.

"Miss Zhou, I am Yu Hao, a direct disciple of Broken Sword Mountain."

Zhou Xian had no expression on his face, he didn't even look at this person carefully, and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

The man's face froze, and the words he was about to say were blocked in his mouth. He couldn't speak half of it, so he could only falter, "No...it's okay."

After the man finished speaking, he hurried away.

Zhou Xian's eyes were still looking around, feeling annoyed in his heart, so why don't you come here, Chen Jiu.

Seeing that noon was approaching, there were more and more monks in the venue, and many real disciples from the great sects also officially entered the venue, and some of them were even similar to Zhou Xian in terms of status.

However, he did not surpass Zhou Xianzhi. After all, if the closed disciples of Xuegong Saint want to surpass, it is estimated that they must be the disciples of Xuegong Saint and Taoism Supreme.

For example, Chen Jiu.

The disciple of the old sword god Yao Tianchang, in terms of status, it is estimated that he is the only one in the world.

Zhou Xianyue waited, his complexion became colder, so that although the monks around wanted to have a conversation with her, but seeing Zhou Xian's face, they stopped walking and felt that it was better not to touch this bad luck.

At the gate of the academy, two men came, one of them talked a lot, and kept talking to the people around him.

"Let me tell you, it's a coincidence that today we arrived at the Autumn Ci Poetry Meeting in our academy. It was really lively. It will definitely be an eye-opener for you to go in."

The man beside him stretched out boredly, and asked, "I'd rather go back to Tianguangzhou. I don't know how Chen Jiu is. Did he come out?"

Another person replied: "Don't worry, I'll ask the sage when I go back, and I can do some deduction and calculation."

The two of them were exactly Zhou Yu and Niu Mo who ran out from the border. They were thrown out from the extreme south of China, and they walked all the way with their seriously injured bodies. They stopped and stopped today and arrived at the Middle Earth Academy.

The disciple in charge of reception at the gate saw Zhou Yu, was stunned for a moment, and then excitedly said: "Senior brother Zhou, you are back. Even the school rumors that you died at the border gate, I don't believe it, you really came back."

Zhou Yu was taken aback for a moment, then nodded and smiled and said, "Fortunately, I was so lucky that I barely survived."

The Xuegong disciple looked admiringly and said: "You can survive on a battlefield like the border, you are worthy of Senior Brother Zhou!"

Zhou Yu waved his hand, "It's just a trivial matter, not worth mentioning."

He asked again, "Has the poetry meeting started?"

The disciple nodded, "The number of people going to the meeting place is almost gone."

After saying that, Zhou Yu hurriedly waved his hand, and walked in quickly with Niu Mo.

At noon, the sun shines.

Chen Jiu, who was dressed in tight and inconvenient clothes, walked slowly to the meeting place. He really felt that the clothes were not for human beings, and they were just playing with bondage.

Seeing Chen Jiu's compact clothes, Zhou Xian, who had been waiting for a long time, was immediately annoyed and funny, and asked with a pout, "Why are you here now?"

Chen Jiu kept tugging at his clothes, looking for a comfortable position, and replied, "I said I've been wearing these clothes for an hour, do you believe me?"

Zhou Xian helped Chen Jiu pull his shirt, stretched it a few more times, and complained softly, "What an idiot."

Chen Jiu rolled his eyes, who could understand this dress.

The appearance of the two bickering here is extremely intimate in the eyes of others, and everyone in the venue suddenly boiled up, wondering who is the handsome man who can have such a close relationship with Zhou Xian.

After everyone kept asking, they finally got the answer.

Just a doorman.

Although I heard that the doorman was unusual, everyone ignored him. After all, how could a truly extraordinary person be a doorman?
Everyone sighed and mourned for a while, how could a woman of Zhou Xian's status fall in love with a school guard.

If you can't figure it out, you will be upset.

Some of them stepped forward and sneered at Chen Jiu: "Hey, isn't this the guard of the academy? Why did you come here?"

Chen Jiu knew this person, it was Bai Junye who scolded him on the first day he came to the academy.

Chen Jiu tugged at the robe on the back of his shirt, and grinned at Bai Junye.

"roll."

Bai Junye was taken aback for a moment, and then cursed angrily, "You lowly bastard, you dare to speak rudely to me, really..."

Before he could finish speaking, Bai Junye felt the world spinning, his body hurt, and when he realized it, he fell to the ground, his head was firmly trampled by Chen Jiu.

Chen Jiu tugged at his robe, his golden pupils were shining brightly, and he asked loudly to those present with murderous intentions.

"who is the next?"

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PS: Because there are more updates and I am busy now, it is inevitable that there will be typos. Brothers point it out and I will correct it immediately.

(End of this chapter)