There are five peaks in Jiudao Gate, namely Yizhu Peak, Qingtian Peak, Shangxia Peak, Jishou Peak and Yiniao Peak.
Xie Huaigu happened to be in Yizhu Peak and was from the same sect as Taoist Zhang.
Zhong Ting read several so-called arty poems one after another. In Mu Nan's opinion, there are not many treasures, but there are many unworthy ones. Now she happened to read the "oil oil" poem written by Xie Huaigu, which made him feel embarrassed.
"Brother Nan, think of another poem quickly, I have to regain my face!" The reason why Xie Xuan dragged Mu Nan to the poetry meeting was because ten poems were selected to enter the second round of competition.
After the second round, the three most outstanding ones will be selected to show their silly side on stage.
There are no jackpots and no rewards in the Poetry Club, but facing a group of foundation-building monks, especially female monks, being rewarded for showing off one's face is equivalent to having priority in choosing a mate.
"Didn't you go off topic? Can you still make it into the top ten?" Mu Nan asked with a puzzled look on his face after listening to Xie Xuan's rules.
"Hey, Brother Nan, I have to talk about my popularity..." Xie Xuan said slightly mysteriously: "Although that poem is a bit unclear, it is definitely a good poem, plus the praise from the brothers, eh eh , the judges allowed me to write another one!”
"Did you spend money?" Mu Nan looked at the ten judges in the front row and asked directly.
"Little money! Ten spiritual stones!" Xie Xuan whispered in his ear.
Mu Nan glanced at him, lowered his head and leaned into his ear and said: "Xuanzi, there is a saying that you can't lose your brother to anyone. In this way, I can write poems for you at any time to support the scene, and you won't let me You can’t write it in vain, can’t you be a loser to your brother? One poem will cost you ten spiritual stones, but it will guarantee you to be in the top three.”
"Deal!" Xie Xuan's face was full of excitement and he was already preparing his speech on stage.
The new moon is like a silver hook, bending to hang visitors' worries. I miss you thousands of miles away, leaning on the floor in the dusk.
The focus of Yu Qian's song "Feeling Nostalgic after Seeing the New Moon" is to express his homesickness, and to live with Jiuyimen who came all the way across the country.
Mu Nan took out the poem, and even Xie Xuan, a big boss, couldn't help but give it a thumbs up.
When Xie Xuan handed over the poem as though he was not acquainted with his relatives, Mu Nan began to take a serious look at the poetry recital meeting.
The venue was not spacious, and there were indeed many people coming, so the entire courtyard was almost overcrowded.
Among these people, there are those who really like poetry, and there are also those who take the opportunity to talk to others.
What's even more surprising is that there are monks in the alchemy stage mixed in among them.
Of course, there were many familiar faces here. Mu Nan's eyes swept over them one by one and stopped on Xie Huaiwei.
After all, he has a peerless appearance.
The monks in groups around her were trying their best to be attentive: those who served tea and poured water, those who asked questions, those who asked about the welfare, and so on.
Fortunately, Xie Huaigu's mind was on the poetry recital party instead of staying with his sister. Otherwise, Mu Nan suspected that Ke Yunjian would be more lively than now, and maybe the poetry recital party would become a gay friend meeting and be held in advance.
"...After voting by fellow Taoists, the top ten winners of the poetry recital meeting are: Deng Jing, the fourth flag officer of the Xuntian Prison, Xie Huaiwei, the inner gate of the Yinyi Peak of Jiuyi Gate, and the first flag officer of the Xuntian Prison Xie Xuan, Jiuyimen... Congratulations to the above fellow Taoists! Please also ask the above fellow Taoists to prepare poems for the next round."
When Zhong Ting revealed the selection results, Mu Nan was not surprised.
It is not easy for a group of monks to write one or two poems and essays after painstaking practice. How can it be better?
"Seeing the New Moon and Feelings" Among these poems, Yu Qian's use of excellence seems to be a bit tarnished.
But he came a little later and didn't hear what Xie Huaiwei wrote.
Even if she is not very good, she will definitely be among the top three. After all, appearance determines everything.
While Mu Nan was making random guesses, Xie Xuan rushed back, looked at him with a stern look for a long time, stuffed a small bag of spiritual stones into his sleeve, and said impatiently: "Next song, next song!"
The Taoist Immortal's pampering towards Xie Xuan has reached the point where it can be overwhelming, let alone a mere spiritual stone?
So much so that Xie Xuan's spiritual stones were as strong as the wind, and he was never short of them, and he was generous with them.
"Remember it, the next song is definitely a masterpiece!" Mu Nan weighed the spirit stone and blurted out happily: "Upstairs at dusk, desire rests, the jade staircase stretches across the moon like a hook. The plantain does not show the lilac knot, and the same Let each of you worry about the spring breeze."
"It's not bad, it's really not bad. Brother Nan is such a talented person. It would be a pity not to come and recite poems!" Xie Xuan wrote quickly, and from time to time he would ask a few words about which words and how to write them, and then continued to run to the stage to hand in poems with an excited look on his face.
Mu Nan touched his pocket and wondered, if he was a pushy person and participated in some poetry recitation meeting, how could he have any white spiritual stones in his account?
Sometimes, strategizing is more interesting than charging into battle.
Listening to Zhong Ting on the stage reciting poems one after another for the second round, and explaining a few sentences, Mu Nan was bored, so she used the storage ring to store the spiritual stones piece by piece.
While we were having a great time, a woman's voice came to our ears: "Fellow Taoist, are you coming to the poetry recital?"
"Participate with friends!" Mu Nan followed the voice and turned his head, only to see a woman staring at him with a smile.
The woman's bright eyes are good at gazing under her curved eyebrows, her straight nose is set off by pink cheeks that are slightly red, her lips like dripping cherries are embedded in her crystal-like jade face, and a lock of beautiful black hair is flowing down like a waterfall, saying Unrivaled agility.
"I'm in Xia Mu Nan, a disciple of the Three Banners of the Xantian Supervisor, and I've met fellow Taoist disciples!"
Mu Nan did not report his identity as deputy flag commander, and only used the word "disciple".
The female cultivators from the Tianxian Prison, especially those in the Foundation Establishment stage, are basically familiar to him, but when they come to Renque, they meet him for the first time. They should be from the Jiuyi Sect.
If the name of deputy flag commander is reported, it will be somewhat intriguing. If the other party asks for the reason, it will take a lot of time to explain.
"My name is Zhu Zi, from Jiuyi Gate." Zhu Zi introduced herself smoothly and generously. Mu Nan listened carefully, but she suddenly changed her face, stretched out her jade-like hand, and said, "It's from your pocket." Give me half of the spiritual stone."
Mu Nanhe jumped back like a cat that had stepped on its tail, and blurted out: "Why?"
You can't be so rude even if you're good-looking! How could you ever ask someone for a spiritual stone?
Moreover, it is Mu Nan’s spiritual stone!
"I heard everything you and Bangchui said! If I reported you for cheating, huh, it would be a shame for the three flags of the Patrol Supervisor." A hint of cunning flashed in Zhu Zi's eyes, and he continued: "If If you are willing to share half of it with me, then my ears must have heard it wrong."
"Does this count as blackmail?" Mu Nan looked helpless.
Although Sanqi doesn't have much face to speak of, he still wants to keep this level of skin in front of everyone.
"Forget it!" Zhu Zi admitted openly.
"Blackmail is illegal!" Mu Nan muttered with a pained face, and at the same time used his spiritual consciousness to retrieve half of the spiritual stones from the storage ring, and counted them to Zhu Zi one by one.
It seemed like he was given spiritual stones, but in fact, he was given a lot of bitterness.
In his opinion, the satisfaction and joy of the emperor's conspiracy was more like a gluttonous ferocity.
"... Congratulations to the above three Taoist friends for winning the top three, which is the number one, second and third prize in this poetry competition!"
Mu Nan's mind was all on Lingshi. Not only did he not listen to what Xie Huaiwei wrote, he didn't even know who the top three were.
At this time, he also stretched his neck and listened carefully to what Zhong Ting said next.
"Please visit the flowers. The nine-door gate has beautiful peaks and purple flowers!"
Zhu Zi is concentrating on counting the spiritual stones, how can he have time to appear on stage? Until Zhong Ting shouted three times, she was still indifferent, and Zhong Ting continued: "It seems that Fellow Taoist Zhu Zi is an expert and does not show his appearance. In this case, we respect her choice. Now, we have the second place, Xie Xuandao from the Xuntianjian First Banner friend!"
Xie Xuan was already waiting impatiently. As soon as Zhong Ting finished announcing her name, he jumped up with a swoosh and waved desperately to Xie Huaiwei in the audience. It wasn't until there were boos below that he said, "Here it is." , I would like to thank my master for his sincere teachings, allowing me to always use books as a pillow, so that I can be as knowledgeable and rich as I am today. At the same time, I would like to thank..."
"Oh my god!" Mu Nan listened to Xie Xuan's acceptance speech and wiped his face with both hands: "This is so embarrassing!"
Anyone who knows Xie Xuan knows that he can read seriously for half an hour only to see which way the sun comes out.
It is true to use books as pillows. After all, everyone knows that they want to fall asleep when they see books.
For him, Daoli worked hard.
"One thing must be admitted, Taoist Mu's poems are very good." Zhu Zi received the spirit stone, listened to Xie Xuan's acceptance speech, stood next to Mu Nan, and praised.
Mu Nan's heart was still bleeding, and he was very resentful towards Zhu Zi. He completely ignored her compliments and said helplessly and bitterly: "...What's the use? You've knocked away seventeen spiritual stones."
After a second thought, he remembered that the woman in front of him was actually the third one, and continued: "Why don't you go to the stage and show your face?"
