After being divorced, my identity as a poet was exposed

Li Chenan didn't know what kind of situation Xijianlou was facing.

But his master is Wu Xichen!

Since the master of Xijianlou is the master's younger brother, he is his own uncle.

If Xijianlou is really in trouble, he will help him no matter what——

Regardless of whether you can help or not, you must do your best to help, because there is also a grave of the master in the Xijian Tower!

Of course, if I can enter the Wangqingtai and understand the Eighteen Forms of Buer Zhou Tianjue, it will be easier to help Xijianlou.

Should have made some arrangements.

For example, sneaking the Xuanjia Camp into the Jianjian Building.

After all, it sounds like the danger facing the Jianjian Tower comes from the royal family of the Wu Kingdom... In the face of a country, even if you really become a great master, the most you can do is save a few more people.

If the Xuanjia Battalion were in the Jianjian Tower, they might be able to rescue a few more swords.

The extinction will definitely be wiped out by the state's machine. It would be better to dig out the urn of the master's ashes and bring it back to the Peach Blossom Mountain in Guangling City for a joint burial.

But now his identity cannot be revealed.

Then the Xuanjia Battalion cannot be summoned.

Then it is necessary to delay the opportunity for the Wu royal family to take action against Xijianlou, and wait for more than a year.

After more than a year, it will be clear whether Zhongli Ruoshui can be rescued.

Thinking of this, Li Chenan put his arms around Zhongli Ruoshui's waist again.

His dantian became hot again, and his internal energy circulated faster.

After all, nothing more can be done.

Why does this dog-saying formula of inexhaustibility torture people like this?
In Xia Hua's line of sight, Li Chen'an suddenly let go of his left hand, raised it to his eyes and looked at it, with a look of lovelessness on his face.

Sin!

I can't even use my hands anymore!

This is God's greatest punishment for the sins I committed in my previous life!

……

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Sad or happy, you can't stop on your feet, because hope is ahead.

The 24th day of the eighth month of the [-]th year of Shi Zhaohua.

Li Chen'an and his party arrived at Xilan City in Hexi Prefecture in the State of Wu.

At their speed, it was roughly only three days away from Dongxu City, the capital of Wu Kingdom.

After passing through Hexi Prefecture, it is Hedong Prefecture.

Dongxu City is located in Hedong Prefecture.

The Jianjian Tower is just a hundred miles outside Dongxu City!
As the state capital of Hexi Prefecture, Xilan City is very large and prosperous.

But this kind of prosperity belongs to them, Li Chenan... has nothing to love in life.

It's getting late, and he can only live in Xilan City tonight, because Zhongli Ruoshui is getting more and more tired.

Xia Hua is leading the way.

She seems quite familiar with this place.

When the carriage stopped, Li Chenan led Zhong Liruo under the carriage and stood in front of the door of the inn, Li Chenan looked up at the lantern hanging at the door*——

"Pleasure Inn!"

He found that the Yuelai Inn was not simple, so he looked at Xia Hua and asked:
"Is this inn... opened by one person? Or is the name a coincidence?"

Xia Hua was taken aback, she didn't know either.

"It's probably a coincidence. Who can have so much financial resources to open so many inns in all countries?"

Also.

How many Yuelai Inns have you met along the way?
If it's the same boss... this one is truly rich and incomparable!

Li Chenan didn't think too much, they walked into the inn, and just stepped into the lobby of the inn, they saw the lobby full of people, and heard the lively noise:
"Tomorrow's Mid-Autumn Festival, the talents of Hexi Prefecture will gather together to hold a Mid-Autumn Festival in Yuejian Academy in Xilan City!"

"Everyone, this time at the Mid-Autumn Festival, there is an old Confucian who came from Kyoto. It is said that he will judge three poems with our masters from Yuejian Academy and send them to Kyoto!"

"Our Yuejian Academy has lost to Wanlin Academy in Dongxu City for the past ten years... This time, we must win back some face for Yuejian Academy!"

Xia Hua turned her head to look at Li Chenan.

Li Chenan has no interest in this.

He is now fully focused on the Heavenly Art of Fuer Zhou.

He just wanted to get to the Sword Washing Tower as soon as possible, enter the Wangqing Terrace as soon as possible, and be able to break through the Eighteen Forms of the Heavenly Jue of Wu Er as soon as possible and become a great master!
Because only in this way can Zhongli Ruoshui be cured, and also can he get the sexual blessing he desperately wants!

As for the others... Fuck it!
Xia Hua didn't know why her husband was in such a hurry to wash the sword building, she naturally hoped that her husband could also attend the Mid-Autumn Festival, if he recited a poem at the literary meeting, it would definitely make these conceited students feel ashamed.

It will also be passed down as a good story.

It's a pity that Mr. has no intention.

That's right, Mr. is indifferent to fame and fortune. With Mr.'s disillusioned state of mind, he definitely won't take such a poetry meeting seriously.

She went to the counter.

It seemed to show a sign to the old shopkeeper.

Li Chenan saw that the old shopkeeper gave them a very surprised look, and then said something to Xia Hua very carelessly.

After a while, the old shopkeeper beckoned, and a waiter ran over.

Xia Hua turned around and came to Li Chenan's side, "Mister, Mrs...."

Zhongli Ruoshui didn't resist this title, and was very happy.

"The journey was tiring. The student thought that the husband and wife were tired and needed a quiet rest, so they reserved the South Campus... Sir, wife, please!"

Under the guidance of the mistress, Li Chenan and his party walked through the lobby and came to the Moon Gate leading to the courtyard.

Just as his front foot stepped over the moon gate, he heard a voice in his ear:
"Do you think it's interesting for Yuejian Academy and Wanlin Academy to compete in this Mid-Autumn Poetry Fair?"

Li Chenan turned his head, and saw a handsome young man holding up his wine glass, sighed and said:

"I'm sure you all know about the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting held in Ningguo's literary world during the Mid-Autumn Festival last year."

"I think you all memorized the fifteen poems from that poetry meeting backwards."

The boy drank a glass of wine, looked at the eyes on his face, and said indifferently:

"Li Chen'an, the poet fairy, wrote sixteen poems."

"He wrote about the reunions and partings of the Mid-Autumn Festival, even if there are still some left... Everyone,"

The boy glanced at those students, raised his eyebrows: "Who do you think can write better Mid-Autumn Festival poems to surpass him?!"

The young man stood up suddenly, and let out a smirk, "It's not that I object to you writing the poem about the Mid-Autumn Festival, but...with Li Chenan's pearls and jades in front of you, with your talents, I'm afraid it's hard to beat it! "

"The poems finalized by Yuejian Academy and Wanlin Academy can't escape the comparison with Li Chenan's poems by scholars all over the world..."

"After comparing the ending, it is of course obvious that Li Chen'an's reputation as a poetic fairy is not a vain name... Even if you win the first place in this poetry competition, what's the point?"

At this moment, a young man at the other table also stood up suddenly, and asked with a sullen expression:

"Pandonzi, since ancient times, literature has never been the first and military has not been second. According to you, don't we scholars no longer need to write poems and articles?"

The young man surnamed Pu grinned: "Of course you can write. After all, you can also cultivate your sentiments, but your purpose is to compare!"

"You were no match for him before he was alive, but after his death..."

He walked towards the door, "After he died, his poems became the swan song, you..."

He suddenly turned around, stretched out his hand and pulled it: "All future scholars will not be able to beat him again!"

"Because there is only one Shixian!"

"He has become a legend. Even if you want to win him, you have to go to the underworld to find him!"

The corner of Li Chenan's mouth curled up, this dandelion is quite interesting.

It's just kind of interesting.

He didn't take it to heart.

He was about to withdraw his gaze and step into the courtyard when suddenly, a voice came from outside:
"Master, Bu Jinghong is here!"

"Well, go in and kill him!"

The boy surnamed Pu just stepped out of the lobby door with one foot.

He just ran into the first person who rushed in!

The man didn't even look at him, and slashed at him head-on with a knife.

Everyone's expressions changed.

Li Chenan sighed slightly: "Hey...!"

The boy surnamed Pu respected him after all, Xiao Wu said that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda.

So, he waved his hand. (end of this chapter)