Immortal Cultivation Simulation, I'm Not a Bad Woman

Gradually, everyone's mood fluctuated with the ups and downs of the story. Some people tightly grasped their wine glasses, some bit the oranges in their mouths fiercely, and some stared at the flickering candlelight in a daze.

The story lasted a long time.

"Heroes have always been so lonely!"

Someone let out a long sigh, breaking the silence, and then many sighs were heard one after another.

Xu Xianxian, who was standing next to Lu Zhiqiu, also lowered her head and raised her shoulders, obviously sobbing.

Seeing Lu Zhiqiu looking at him with doubt.

Xu Xianxian quickly wiped away her tears and smiled sweetly:

"I'm fine. It's just that your story was so well told that after listening to it, it felt like I was really back five hundred years ago and became that helpless and bewildered woman."

Lu Zhiqiu touched Xu Xianxian's head without saying anything.

Xu Xianxian’s words actually expressed everyone’s thoughts.

at this time.

Everyone looked at Lu Zhiqiu with admiration and respect.

When crossing the ferry, I noticed the small tomb, then I looked through books and salvaged this sad and beautiful story lost in the years.

Doesn’t this show how careful this person’s observation is and how widely he reads?

This is exactly the talent that a scholar needs.

They are convinced!

But some people were unhappy because the admiration that Lu Zhiqiu was enjoying now should have belonged to him.

The man in brocade robes stood up, his face slightly grim, and said in a cold voice:

"I admire your ability to make up stories on the spot."

"However, how can you prove that this story is true? It's clearly not even circulated in the martial arts world."

"Also, even if the story is true, how can you prove that Senior Lu Mangmang wrote this poem specifically for this story?"

"Are you the worm in Lu Mangmang's stomach?"

Qingyun Paves the Way to You: Chapter 50: Not About Reunion, But About Parting

The man in brocade robe made aggressive remarks.

This made the five teachers in the front row frown slightly.

There is too much tension and people are too concerned about gains and losses.

On the field.

All the contestants and guests also felt that such questioning was ungraceful.

It’s not that you can’t raise objections.

But this tone of malicious speculation is so embarrassing.

Although the blue-robed scholar who presided over the poetry meeting was also somewhat unhappy at this time, he had to admit that the questioning of the man in brocade robe could not be ignored.

At the moment, I could only bow with apology and say:

"What this gentleman said makes sense. I wonder if the young lady could explain it to everyone?"

Xu Xianxian's face was a little nervous because she felt that this question was too tricky.

The first question is easier. You can find someone who knows the story to testify, or find the book that records the story.

The second question is, unless we find Lu Mangmang himself to come forward, how can we prove it?

Many people present thought of Xu Xianxian's worries.

Therefore, many people looked at the man in brocade robe again with surprise.

For example, the woman in yellow before.

She put down the teacup and slapped her thigh angrily.

I used to think that the man in brocade robe was a knowledgeable, gentle and reasonable person, but I didn't expect him to be so narrow-minded.

And this man in brocade robe.

Seeing everyone's surprised looks, he realized that his tone was a little inappropriate, but it was too late to save himself. He simply stopped pretending and looked at Lu Zhiqiu coldly to see how she would answer.

Lu Zhiqiu's expression remained unchanged. He casually took out a booklet from his pocket and handed it to the staff member.

"This is the ancient book where I traced the story."

The staff took it and handed it to the five great Confucian scholars and the presiding Confucian scholar in blue robes.

After reading it, the scholar in green robes nodded and said:

"It is indeed a century-old book, and the story recorded in it is consistent with what the young lady said."

Lu Zhiqiu immediately showed a happy smile.

This is of course a century-old book.

The props she created with the Jade Words Technique could be transformed at will over not only hundreds of years but also thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

VIP seats off the field.

The representative of the Lingchan Sect is a woman in blue.

She was silent for a moment, then slowly stood up and said:

"I can also prove that what she said is true, because that disciple is none other than the founder of my sect."

She turned to look at the Tianshan Gate representative and said proudly:

"Tianshan was at fault first, and because of their reputation, they didn't dare to publicize the matter. Even the ordinary disciples didn't know about it, but we in the Lingchan Sect don't care. We have always remembered it, but we didn't make it public to avoid affecting Tianshan's image."

"After all, Senior Guan Qiuyun is considered the eighth leader of Tianshan."

Tianshan represents silence.

It is indeed shameful to deliberately create misunderstandings and turn a loving master and disciple into enemies.

Seeing that the two seemed to be on the verge of a fight, Lu Zhiqiu quickly changed the subject and said loudly:

"As for the second question, how can we prove that this story was the original intention of Senior Lu Mangmang when he wrote the poem..."

Lu Zhiqiu was about to secretly reveal the aura of a martial arts legend, but without revealing his location, and then declare that he was Lu Mangmang and admit it all.

In this way, everyone only knew that Lu Mangmang was actually attending a poetry meeting on the ninth floor of Yujing Tower, but they had no idea who it was, let alone trace it back to her.

After all, there are more than a thousand people here.

She was confident that she could do it. Even Xu Xianxian, who was sitting next to her, would not be able to tell that Lu Mangmang was her.

But she didn't expect that someone would come to her rescue.

"I'll prove it."

"I was there when Senior Lu Mangmang wrote his poem. I saw with my own eyes that he stroked the stone tablet for a long time in front of the grave, then paused in front of the wooden house and sighed. Finally, he wrote the poem on the wall. It was obvious that he had come there specifically to pay his respects."

"If you say that the senior doesn't know the story and that this wasn't the purpose of this work, I don't think anyone would believe it."

Shen Xiong, the representative of the Baopu faction, stood up and said seriously.

The second question is easily resolved.

After a brief silence, the loudest applause of the night finally rang out in the arena.

Even the five teachers in the front row started to applaud and looked at Lu Zhiqiu with smiles on their faces.

in applause.

The man in brocade robe fell to the ground, his face pale.

Because he knew that not only did he fail to win the championship, but his reputation was also ruined.

Lu Zhiqiu slowly walked to the front and took the jade pendant from the blue-robed scholar.

The scholar in green robe said solemnly:

"This is no ordinary jade pendant. With it, if you are willing to enter the court, you will be immediately promoted to the position of Junior Tutor. If you are in the opposition and prefer to teach leisurely, you can take up a position at any academy in the Dayan Dynasty."

Lu Zhiqiu took the jade pendant with a strange look on his face.

She is the young master now.

Every day, he accompanies the little princess Xu Xianxian in eating, drinking, and having fun, and at night he gives her secret lessons in love.

No wages yet.

below.

While Lu Zhiqiu was on stage receiving the award, Xu Xianxian quietly knocked on the jade table three times while applauding. Butler Zhang appeared beside her without her noticing.

Xu Xianxian asked softly:

"How is it, did you find anything?"

Butler Zhang said:

"We found out. This person's name is Wang Jun, the son of Dali Temple Minister Wang Yongming. He used his family's influence to get the competition questions in advance, and then he specifically inquired about the environment of Tiancang Ferry."

"He himself has never been to Tiancang Ferry."

Xu Xianxian sneered:

"The son of a mere third-rank official actually found his way to my place through the backdoor. Tell those great scholars about his story. They will handle it impartially."

soon.

A letter was placed on the desks of the five great scholar judges.

After reading it, their faces turned pale.

He quickly called down the blue-robed scholar on the stage and began the discussion.

At this time, Lu Zhiqiu had already returned to the stage.

After a while.

The scholar in green robes walked up to the stage with an unpleasant expression and said:

"Unfortunately, someone cheated at this poetry gathering!"

"Contestant Wang Jun used his family's influence to steal exam questions and access the records of Cang Tianjin Ferry. In fact, he had never been there."

"He has talent but no moral integrity. This person will be disqualified from the competition immediately and will be banned from any official position for life."

The man in the brocade robe, Wang Jun, now looked as pale as death.

He opened his mouth and was about to protest, but was immediately dragged down from the ninth floor of Yujing Tower by several tall and strong warriors.

In fact, logically speaking, this punishment is too heavy.

But who was it that stamped the imperial seal on the letter paper presented to the five great scholars?

The episode ends.

The moonlight outside the building is still bright. Although it is a crescent moon, it is still bright.

The faint sound of firecrackers also added a bit of heat to the atmosphere.

soon.

Everyone adjusted their mood and once again looked eagerly at the scholar in blue robes in front of them.

The scholar in green robes naturally knew what everyone was expecting. He smiled slightly and said loudly:

"Next, it's the second stage, which is also the most important and most anticipated stage, the creation stage."

"New Year's Eve is a night of reunion, but there are always some people who are separated from their relatives and friends by thousands of miles, unable to complete their celebration. They have no lights to sit together under, no fireworks to snuggle up to, only cold beds and lonely ice and snow."

"What's worse, maybe you are already buried in the underworld, and I am living in the human world."

"This time, the title of my poem is 'Farewell', in memory of those who passed away on New Year's Eve, and whom I will never see again in this life."

On the reunion night with bright lights, why not write about reunion but about separation?