The jade slips were gathered together and a special screen wall projected out for the female family on the upper, middle and lower levels of Rongshou Hall to appreciate and evaluate.

As the couplets were projected onto the huge screen wall in turn, Rongshoutang occasionally heard a cute cheer;

An Ran didn't find someone to write for her, and she didn't know Li Ji's past of Wei Guoguang; although she was not very interested in Resurrection, her poetry ability was pretty good. For the old man's birthday, she also did her best to write a couplet to make a smile.

The so-called "literary is first and martial is second" is very reasonable. The works of literati, especially works that are similar, have to compare the height and make everyone satisfied and convinced. That is basically impossible, so it is actually very simple. Whoever the old birthday boy likes and wants to give the precious fragrance of resurrection to whom, whose couplet is the best, that's all,

My cousin couldn't see through this, so her efforts were destined to be useless; but the person she entrusted this time did not disappoint her. Although she might not be able to compete for a strange treasure, it surprised all the guests.

When it was her turn to write the couplet, the huge screen wall projection was written like this:

My daughter is sad, marrying a man is a turtle!

My daughter is worried, and the bridal chamber is full of a big horse monkey!

My daughter is happy, and a shoulder pole is hidden in the forest!

My daughter is happy, and her two hammers show the same spring scenery!

As soon as the projection came out, hundreds of female relatives on the third floor were silent!

The old birthday star's expression remained unchanged, and he only stared at his cousin's eyes. His cousin's face was ashamed, and Qiqiai Ai said:

"Old ancestor! It's impossible. There must be any conspiracy here. My Xiaofeng would never be so bold to write such lustful sentences on such occasions. It's impossible. He must have been framed. Ancestor, please be careful...!"

With the current trend of the East China Sea, if such unstoppable sentences are in the boudoir, they must be a good tone for flirting and fun; if they are in a small private gathering between friends, it is just a smile, and no one will take it seriously.

But today is different. This is the birthday, a handkerchief party once every thirty years. It is a large gathering attended by hundreds of the most prestigious ladies of the An family. This sentence appears here. If it is spread, others will not laugh at the Huang family. What a big lewd nest?

This is the following crime! It is a death sentence!

The old birthday star turned his head and signaled to the woman who had been standing beside her. This was the confidant and heart-warming monk who had followed her for a long time. The woman then rushed out of the hall and returned within a moment. The voice was not loud, but every word was clear.

"It's sure that it was written by Ye Zifeng himself, and it can be proved by more than a dozen guards in the corridor!"

The little cousin said tremblingly: "Old ancestor, I'm not asking me for the crime. Is it a bit too hasty? Maybe there is still unknown secret here?"

The old birthday star raised the tea and took a sip of it, ignored her, and said in a low voice: "Do it be handled on the spot!"

Secret? What is secret? I am afraid that if I continue to investigate such things, I can find a large basket of secrets and implicate a lot of people! The best way to do things in the back house is to cut the mess quickly, treat the head with headaches, and treat the feet with feet with pain. The most important thing to avoid being entangled, which makes everyone look ugly; if they really tear them apart, how many are innocent?

Just a little consecrated little practice, who will he die if he doesn’t die?

The servant rushes out again, this time faster, and returns in a few breaths. The consecration is three levels away from the heartbeat, and there is no chance to struggle. It is even more pitiful Ye Zifeng is waiting for the couplet to win the big prize and get the first prize. Unexpectedly, what he waits for is a fatal blow in front of all the hundreds of followers.

"Xiao Ran's couplet is good, the old woman likes it very much... Let's part with you today!"

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An Ran, Li Ji walked slowly towards the Emerald Valley at night, and was extremely silent. After walking for several miles, the beauty An couldn't help but wonder. The Rongshou Hall was full of cultivation, and Li Ji, who could detect it if he did anything?

"Li Ji, did you do it?"

Li Ji shrugged, "He wants to find someone to notify the secret line of the Northern Region to check my Pan An's background. What is the investigation of this identity? I can't say it, it's going to kill it! Hehe, don't think that if I don't shoot out the sword, I can't kill anyone?"

An Ran said seriously: "I grew up in Chonghuang. I know the virtues of those servants and servants, who are good at making big talk. With his status, how likely is it to motivate Chonghuang's foreign affairs disciples to do things for him? I'm afraid even if he motivates his master, this possibility will be one in ten, so why bother you..."

Li Ji said seriously: "The biggest reason I can live to this day is to treat 10% of the possibility of 10% of the risk. Who made me timid? That guy should never have threatened the most timid person in Xuanyuan, and he also asked for it."

An Ran was a little angry, "You! You write such a poem on such an occasion... Can't you notify me? I asked the ancestor to solve him in minutes!"

Li Ji rolled his eyes and said, "That's a big deal, but a big man, and you know your ancestor? You know your husband's habit of killing people for a night... Besides, you can't blame me for making this look like this when you do this. The whole person who is on the target of public criticism has no good face, just because I'm afraid that I will seduce their master's family and take their soft jobs. What's this called?"

An Ran couldn't help laughing, and laughed...

"Li Ji, Grandma Zu gave me the resurrection incense, put it there with you?"

Li Ji glanced at her and grabbed her hand, "Please put it here, are you afraid that I will come to save you one day? Or put it there and be ready to save me at any time?... This kind of thing is more troublesome than not. I hope that the two of us will never use it!"

An Ran whispered: "Well... Then I will put it in Xuanyuan City's house. As long as Xuanyuan is there, things will be indispensable..."

The Rongshoutang erotic poetry incident passed quickly, and An could not investigate such a shameful thing to the end. Anyway, no one paid attention to it on the surface, so I don’t know if anyone pays attention to it in private.

An Ran was gradually getting on the right track, but Li Ji was not clear about her direction of Killing Dan, and this was not something he should worry about. At this stage, it was the monk who used his life experience to decide his future, including the things in his own feelings. It sounded a bit idealistic, but it was a fact.

Li Ji's cultivation is done step by step, and it is impossible to set up his spiritual guide array here. The movement is too great, so he directly uses spiritual jade instead. He holds one with his left and right hands at a time, and it can be used up. Practice twice a day in the morning and evening, which means that four spiritual jades are consumed a day. This consumption is quite large, which means that he can stick to this way of cultivation.

It is more troublesome to practice swordsmanship. The place is small and cannot be used. As soon as the flying sword comes out, he basically goes out of the valley. So he kept wondering if he should find a quiet place outside Chonghuang Temple?

You can't worry about this. When will Anran start to be locked in, he will consider it. Now, we need to see if Anran has any other needs.

This is his plan, but unfortunately, the plan cannot keep up with the changes.
Chapter completed!