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Volume Two: The Edge of the Sword Appears Chapter 242: Rumors (Happy Dragon Boat Festival)

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    After the second son of Ximen left, Ye Junmei simply closed the door and turned away guests behind closed doors, fearing that someone would come to disturb him again.

    Brother needs some rest, he needs it very much.

    In addition, she also needed to take supplements, so Ye Junmei decided to go out and buy some good medicinal materials to make soup for her brother.  As for guarding the house, leave it to the pig demon.

    In the room, Ye Junsheng closed his eyes and lay quietly.

    The appearance remains unchanged, but the soul world is already boiling.

    The battle with Evil Ancestor was a lot of sacrifice, but there was also a lot of gain.  Millions of people's opinions pass through, and leveraging their strength is very beneficial to the growth of Soul God.  It seems as if it has been washed again, more condensed, and the realm has improved dramatically. It is only a short step away from breaking through the Dharma and becoming a loose immortal.

    Leaving aside the cultivation of itself, the ban on the seal of the heaven and earth Xuanhuang stubborn stone was also washed away by the vast power of the people's hearts, and one 13 forbidden control was solved. Now Huo Ran has broke the fifty -nine weight.

    The restrictions are lifted and the power is revealed.

    The space of the Qiankun world inside has increased by more than several times. It is stretched out and suspended above the head, giving a faint sense of stability as Mount Tai above the head.

    Well, the top of the head of Taishan is not stable, but heavier, and people want to die.

    ¡° Anyway, it¡¯s not much safer than before.

    In addition, I have to mention that the natal flying sword "will enter the wine", the benefits it obtains are even more remarkable. The body has been severely tempered, and the texture has doubled several times. The breath in it flows, connects with the body, and breathes.  Interconnected, I even feel that this sword has charm and inspiration, can breathe, and can feel joy, anger, sorrow, and joy.

    Feijian seems to be coming back to life.

    ?????? In one word.  A life and death struggle is also a great opportunity.

    Thinking of the gods of the thirty-three days.  I don¡¯t know how much effort it took to make the layout appear, and then it became a god, living in the temple and accepting incense and offerings from the people.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? If it were not for the dark clouds of the Evil Ancestor, making trouble, and facing the calamity of the whole city, then the people of the whole city would not be so united in their hatred of the enemy.  The minds are unified and used by Ye Junsheng.

    Time is also fate, I am afraid it will be difficult to happen again.

    The soul is too exhausted and has not fully recovered yet, so it is still unable to leave the body, so it has to shrink into the body and rest quietly.

    Outside the room.  A pink pig demon was lying down, looking a little bored: the master had fought to the death with the evil ancestor that day, and it was naturally too weak to show off, so it hid in the courtyard.  After knowing that the evil ancestor was only repelled, not not killed, I felt deeply regretful.

    They are not dead.  There is no way to collect loot.

    The pig demon refused to give up and ran to the cave where the evil ancestor was found before, only to find that the cave was empty. Except for the withered trees all over the mountain, there was no trace of the evil spirit.

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? And shed a few drops of pig tears to express the "sadness" of getting nothing

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    Escaped the disaster.  Under the wise and wise arrangements of Yangzhou Zhizhou, order in the city slowly returned to normal.

    Among the people in the market, people are fond of talking about it after dinner, and they have regained a strong interest in the final result of the competition for the best talent in the world.

    All competition units were completed two days ago. According to the procedures, the much-anticipated final results will be announced tomorrow.

    ??The glorious halo of the world's most talented man, who will receive the golden lacquer plaque given by the Holy Emperor, will be known tomorrow.

    I¡¯m really looking forward to it!

    Not only the talented people who were involved in the situation, but also the ordinary people who had nothing to do with it were discussing it even more excitedly. What inside stories and gossips were flying all over the sky.

    It goes as the old saying goes: Everyone has the desire to gossip, and they also have a sense of belonging.

    "The result of the talented leader came out, and he was won by Mei Xuehai."

    "I told you a long time ago that it was him."

    "Damn it, who started this rumor? The academy hasn't posted an announcement at all."

    "Sooner or later, who is the opponent of the great talent Mei?"

    ¡­¡­

    "Speaking of this competition, in the end, Ye Junsheng from the north painted a large-scale painting in a quarter of an hour and even wrote a poem. Is this true?"

    "Of course it's true. You didn't see it. This guy is really awesome. His hands are flying with ten pens between his fingers. If someone paints with one pen, but he has ten, of course he's going to die."

    "Hu Laosi, it's as if you were here. Let me ask you, how can you hold ten pens? Do you dare to believe that Ye Junsheng is the reincarnation of a god?"

    "Well, I heard that, anyway, everyone said so"

    "cut."

    The news of the trails flew up, and the three became tigers, and there were rumors.??It's too mysterious to look good.

    Climbing upstairs, Mei Xuehai was surrounded by a group of talented people like stars holding the moon in their arms. Although the final result had to wait until tomorrow, in their minds, Mei Xuehai was already the well-deserved number one.

    When Mei Xuehai came to the scene, he was inspired by the peach blossoms, which led to the painting "Warm Spring Peach Blossoms", plus the lyrics "Butterflies in Love with Flowers", which were also painstaking works and complemented each other; in addition, the previous two units were outstanding.  Chen Chen¡¯s performance is very good. If he doesn¡¯t get the first place, who can get it?

    When I think of the results being announced tomorrow, welcoming the plaque given by the Holy Spirit back to the mansion, hanging it high in front of the door, and enjoying the supreme honor of civilian officials getting off the bridge and military attaches dismounting their horses, my heart beats loudly and I am so excited that I can¡¯t help myself.

    "I heard that after Ye Junsheng's competitive examination, he returned to the courtyard and recited two lines of poetry, which was very good."

    "Yes, I heard about it too, it was leaked from the Second Young Master Ximen."

    "Haha, in order to make his fianc¨¦e, Miss Guo San, happy, the Second Young Master Ximen wrote these two lines of poems. It is said that beautiful women love each other very much. The two of them love each other very much when they are together, making others envious."

    "Haha, you only know one, but not the other."

    "Brother Liu Yang, what do you mean by this?"

    "Hey, it's true that the Second Young Master Ximen copied the poem to coax the beautiful woman, but Miss Guo San asked for the whole poem as soon as she read it. However, the Second Young Master Ximen only heard two sentences from Ye Junsheng, how could he have the whole poem? Miss Guo San  Buyi said that if Second Young Master Ximen can¡¯t get the whole story, he won¡¯t marry him; if he can get it, he will agree"

    "Promise what?"

    A group of people listened with rapt attention, their eyes shining.

    The man coughed dryly and said, "I don't know that either."

    "cut."

    There were boos everywhere.

    The topic at the table changed to the matter of Ye Junsheng, which made Mei Xuehai quite unhappy, as if a small stone had rolled in under her feet, which made her feel very uncomfortable. She coughed dryly and asked, "How can this happen? What about Ye Junsheng?"  What kind of poem did you create that is so magical?¡±

    The man hurriedly answered, and slowly chanted: "The clothes are getting wider and wider, but I will never regret it. I am so tired that I feel haggard."

    When Mei Xuehai heard this, she was immediately shocked.  As the leader of talented people in the south of the Yangtze River, he has great literary talent and profound attainments.  You can tell whether a poem is good or bad as soon as you hear it.

    Although I have only heard two sentences at the moment, it is evident that the charm in it has written the lingering emotions to the extreme and written them into my bones.

    What a good sentence!

    At this time, someone suddenly said: "Could it be that this sentence was written by Ye Junsheng for Danqing? In this way, the whole article will be published when the list is announced."

    "I didn't think much about it. That day in the square, I had a glimpse and saw that Ye Junsheng was painting mountains, which seemed a bit out of place."

    "Why is it wrong? It's just right to climb high and cherish others."

    The sound of the argument reached her ears, and Mei Xuehai became agitated for no reason. The twenty-year-old wine became tasteless when it entered her throat.
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