A sword, a donkey, and a pot of wine

Becoming restless again.

"Excuse me, young lady, what is this surprise? Could it be that this graceful young lady wants to have her hair combed?"

A handsome young man shouted.

His words made everyone present burst into laughter.

"As you all know, my sister only sells her art and not her body. However, today I am willing to make an exception, but there is one condition!"

Qingyue's words instantly ignited the men's passion.

Euna, who is that?

That’s the best in Zhongzhou.

Appearance first, talent first.

Such a beautiful lady with both talent and beauty.

But I have to comb it up tonight.

How could this not drive these men crazy?

"May I ask what conditions the young lady is talking about?"

Someone asked the question that every man wants to ask.

"The condition is very simple. Just leave a poem on this Xuanhuang Jingshi!"

Qingyue finished speaking and clapped her hands.

Four burly men walked onto the stage carrying a stone tablet.

The stone tablet seems to weigh ten thousand pounds.

Even for four Jindan realm cultivators, it was quite difficult to lift it!

"Are you kidding me? You call this simple? This is the Xuanhuang Essence Stone. If you want to leave a message on it, you have to be on the throne of heaven!"

Everyone saw this.

It immediately looked like an eggplant hit by frost.

People kept complaining.

The Xuanhuang Essence Stone is something that all the big sects and big families dream of.

It is only one word different from Xuanhuang Stone.

The price difference is more than a hundred times.

If for no other reason, it is simply because the Xuanhuang Essence Stone is harder than the Xuanhuang Stone and has stronger self-healing ability than the Xuanhuang Stone.

More importantly, this Xuanhuang Essence Stone.

If a warrior attacks forcefully, he will be counterattacked.

Not to mention the young masters present.

Even a Saint-level expert cannot leave even the slightest trace.

Even a powerful person at the Mountain Moving Realm has to use all his strength.

Only then can a trace be left.

But the conditions of this graceful girl.

It was on the stone tablet made of Xuanhuang Jingshi that the poem was written.

Looking at the stone tablet in front of them, a group of young men shook their heads in annoyance!

"Miss, are you kidding me?"

"What? Is there a throne staying overnight in Mingyue Tower today?"

For a moment, everyone was complaining.

……

"Sure enough, this Mingyue Tower is obviously coming for me, or that Li Taibai!"

Xu Tianjiao understood.

Mu Bai and Dan Chen frowned.

"Brother Jian, this is a big trouble. This Xuanhuang Essence Stone can only be shaken by the throne!"

Mu Bai shook his head and Dan Chen remained silent.

"It's okay, someone can do it."

Xu Tianjiao was not in a hurry because he saw two people in the crowd.

Lu Qingxue and Feng Zhishui.

"I guess Shishui and Master Lu came here because they heard the news that there is Qi in Mingyue Tower."

Xu Tianjiao thought.

"Are you talking about them? They look nice, but I'm afraid they're just like silver spears with wax heads, all show and no use!"

Following Xu Tianjiao's gaze, I saw two handsome young men standing in the crowd with calm expressions.

"Everyone, is there anyone who can come forward and give it a try?"

Seeing that no one came forward, Qingyue frowned and asked.

But her words made everyone shake their heads and sigh.

No one came forward for a long time.

There was a hint of anxiety on Qingyue's face.

"I come!"

At this moment, a voice came.

I saw Lu Qingxue, a woman dressed as a man, step forward.

"No way, has this kid been blinded by desire? This Xuanhuang Essence Stone is not Xuanhuang Stone. If you force it to leave a mark, you will be counterattacked."

Someone in the crowd raised doubts.

Lu Qingxue stepped forward and asked, "Miss, do you really have to write a poem?"

"Yes!"

Qingyue answered very straightforwardly. He stared at Lu Qingxue with a hint of smile on his lips.

"May I ask, what constitutes poetry?"

Lu Qingxue asked again.

"Let's make it about the dance my sister just performed, okay?"

"Can!"

Lu Qingxue stood in front of the stone tablet but did not move for a long time.

"Hey, can you do this? If not, just get down and stop embarrassing yourself here, okay?"

In the audience, a young man laughed.

Lu Qingxue stood on the stage, her cheeks flushed, and finally said, "I can't write poetry!"

"Tsk, look at him, he's educated, but he clearly has no ability, yet he just brushes it off by saying he can't write poetry!"