Qingyunxian

Chapter 106 Meng Qingyi

"Three carts and two buckets! It's actually three carts and two buckets!"

When Liu Xun heard the sound and looked over, he saw three vehicle frames and two fighting weapons flying out from Cai Dao Yun Bao on the high platform.

This shows that someone's article has aroused great talent!
It is not an exaggeration to call such an article beautiful.

All the candidates were amazed and envious, and Elder Jin Miao showed a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

It is well worth the Wu Miao people’s effort to set up this process of selecting a son-in-law. This article alone can fill the gap in talent.

A good article attracts talent and can add more cloud patterns to the talent cloud treasure.

When one's talent is sufficient, the cloud patterns will transform into Taoist patterns and immortal seals, and will naturally become a mysterious Taoist treasure of the gods.

The ink ball fell into the crowd. Everyone looked and saw the ink ball hanging in front of a defiant-looking young man.

A look of joy appeared on the young man's face, then he looked around with disdain and snorted, as if he was looking down on the people around him.

So far, no one has been able to match his writing skills, so he has reason to be proud of it.

"What's your name?" It was rare for Elder Jin Miao to ask someone's name, and he was in a good mood, not sparing with his words.

The young man restrained his rebellious emotions a little, and said in a somewhat excited voice: "Senior, my name is Han Baiyuan!"

Elder Jin Miao stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Not bad young man."

There was no more words said after that, but Han Baiyuan clenched his hands excitedly.

Not everyone can catch the eye of a Seventh-Rank Cloud Immortal.

"Han Baiyuan? Who is this person?"

Everyone was whispering, and had no impression of the name.

I guess he's just an independent person.

When the people around saw that Han Baiyuan was just an independent person, they were amazed and envious.

Only those who came from mountain gates or families did not have too much envy, because they knew that it was not easy to pass the five rounds of selecting a son-in-law of the Wu Miao.

Then the exclamations continued, because the scene of three carts and four buckets appeared again.

"Wei Zhu, he is Wei Zhu!"

"Feed the pigs. That's the name."

"Shh, don't shout like that, this guy is a disciple of Sanwei Mountain!"

"From Sanwei Mountain? Hiss!"

The people of Sanwei Mountain are all vengeful. Although they belong to the righteous path, they sometimes act in a way that is both righteous and evil. However, they are tolerated by the righteous path because of their complex heritage. They specialize in eliminating some strange disasters for local cities, and most of them can also ward off attacks by some strange beasts.

Wei Zhu remained calm despite being talked about by others. He hugged his fat arms and looked at the only three ink balls left on the stage with great interest.

In other words, there are three other people whose fu are better than his!

When Liu Xun heard about the Three Wei Mountains, his eyes changed slightly, and then he regained his calm, but the frequency of his finger twisting increased.

There were only three ink balls left on the stage, and everyone was guessing who wrote the poem.

Because when the ink ball returns to its owner, it will manifest as ink marks on the article, but it will only exist for a moment.

There were too many people present, and everyone could no longer remember whose Mo Tuan had returned and whose Mo Tuan was still on the platform.

That's why Liu Xun was able to stand here safely without attracting other people's attention for the time being.

His article is among the three ink balls on the stage.

Elder Jin Miao was a little surprised. There seemed to be several good candidates for the son-in-law this year.

At least this first level is much better than in previous years.

The Five Cars and Eight Bowls Yunbao moved again. One of the ink balls circled, and the three cars and eight bowls appeared below, facing the ink ball from a distance.

Three carts and eight buckets!

Wei Zhu's three carts and four buckets had already shocked everyone, and now there were four more buckets, which completely overshadowed Wei Zhu.

When the ink ball turned into an article hanging in front of him, everyone saw the man's true face.

A slightly sloppy drunkard, much older than the people around him, but within the age limit for choosing a son-in-law for the Wu Miao family.

However, despite his sloppy appearance, his looks are truly extraordinary, and his pair of peach blossom eyes are enough to arouse the springtime love of young girls.

No one recognized this drunkard, and everyone was guessing who he was. The drunkard burped drunkenly, his peach blossom eyes slightly opened, and he patted the wine pot in his hand. Seeing that everyone was looking at him, he smiled and said, "I am Zhong Yan, a casual cultivator!"

Zhong Yan moved his feet lazily, took a sip of wine and stopped talking.

Seeing how lazy he was, others lost interest in chatting with him.

This casual personality is not very pleasing in this kind of occasion.

However, the Wu Miao people tend to choose sons-in-law from the Baiyu region, and there are many with strange personalities. There are people like Zhong Yan among the Wu Miao people.

Therefore, Elder Jin Miao did not blame him.

The next ink ball attracted another three carts and eight buckets!
Mo Tuan returned, but he was an ordinary-looking boy.

The young man had a confused look on his face. When he saw everyone looking at him, he smiled naively and touched the back of his head. He seemed a little uncomfortable with the feeling of being the center of attention.

He looks like an extremely ordinary young man.

Everyone murmured in their hearts that this person should also be a casual person.

It’s not that there are no talented people in the mountain gate or family forces, but they are burdened with inheritance. If they join the Wu Miao, there is a risk that their own inheritance will be leaked out.

Most of them are people whose cultivation methods are incomplete, or those whose families or sects are declining, who come here to try their luck.

Top forces such as Guantian Pavilion and Liyuan Sect would naturally not allow their disciples to become sons-in-law.

But among the outstanding people, Wei Zhu is a special case.

The Sanwei Mountain is famous in the Baiyu, no less famous than the Liyuan Sect.

The sect is called Sanwei Mountain. It is a place that embraces all kinds of things, with a variety of schools of thought flourishing. It has many branches of the Yundao tradition, and its thinking is not as rigid as that of other mountain sects.

Therefore, it was fine for Wei Zhu to be the son-in-law of the Wu Miao people.

The Three Wei Mountains will not stop it.

This honest young man waited until Elder Jin Miao asked before he gave his name.

This person was indeed a wanderer named Meng Qingyi.

Liu Xunmu, who was originally not interested, stared at him and murmured, "Meng Qingyi?"

There is nothing special about this name, but Liu Xun immediately thought of someone from his previous life.

The immortal guest in green, the master of the underworld!

"Are these two Meng Qingyi the same person?" Liu Xun frowned.

Because the man named Meng Qingyi in his previous life stirred up the situation in the five realms, and his strength was so mysterious that even some veteran seven-turn cloud immortals could not hurt him at all.

No one knows where he came from, and no one knows what he looks like. All day long, there is only a ghost mask covering his face.

This man created an extremely mysterious organization called "Yinsi" and called himself the Lord of Yinsi. Only the name Meng Qingyi was circulated, and nothing else was known about him.

Liu Xun put aside all distracting thoughts and shook his head secretly.

This young boy who has just started practicing should not be that one.

The previous poetry and prose articles written by Meng Qingyi were displayed in front of everyone. The words in them were gorgeous, and when reading them, one could feel a sense of grace, as if it was not an article, but a living noble bird showing its dignified posture.

"This Hong Hu Fu is the best among all fu. I'm afraid no one can compare to it!"

"No, there's an article there whose owner hasn't been revealed yet!"

Everyone was talking and looking at the ink ball hanging high in the air. This was the last one left.

Han Baiyuan's "Fu on Flying Birds in Spring Stream" and Wei Zhu's "Fu on a Hundred Ducks" are not as good as Meng Qingyi's "Fu on the Swan". Although Zhong Yan's "Fu on the Startled Magpie" is of the same talent, it is much smaller in scale.

Now there is a piece of writing whose talent can surpass the majestic and magnificent Honghu Fu. How can the people present not be shocked?

Meng Qingyi scratched his head and moved his lips twice as if he was whispering.

"Old Ghost Li, are you really a great master of the ancient Taoism?"

"Why is there anyone who can write a better fu than you now?"

"And you, Old Ghost Su, you embellished the Honghu Fu a little more at the end. Is this the so-called literary ability that is not tolerated by heaven and earth?"

Meng Qingyi complained a few times, his mind was already boiling with anger, and those "tenants" living there had already started to complain.

(End of this chapter)