Early in the month.

The autumn poems and poetry meeting that had been brewing for a long time in the Academy has finally opened.

It became extremely lively early this morning, and there were endless monks coming and going from the gate, all of whom were famous monks in the Middle Land and China.

This is a scene that Taoism has never seen before, because Taoism basically does not hold any activities, but only focuses on one's concentration in practice.

The school has made good friends and treated others gently, so it has some friendships with all the sects in China, China.

Both sides cannot tell who is right or wrong, they can only say that the paths are different.

The monks received by the academy are divided into three levels, including disciples from the outermost registry, lecturers who are assigned accommodation, and gentlemen who finally communicate with leaders of major sects.

This time, many sects gathered together, which is more like a sorting than a poetry meeting, with the Academy placing the sequence numbers for the major sects coming here.

The ten major sects in China, China, from ancient times to the present, were actually evaluated by the Academy and were widely spread by other monks in China, China.

Taoism doesn’t care about this matter, mainly because it’s because it’s too lazy to care about it.

The hundreds of schools in the academy have this energy and can be carefully divided. They are not only ranked according to their strength, but also based on the merits of each sect. If the strengths of the two sects are not much different, they will be ranked higher in the merit score.

Therefore, the top ten Chinese states in the Middle Earth that the Academy discussed are really convincing and are also the most believed list of the Middle Earth monks.

An important thing about this autumn poem meeting is sorting. For sects that cannot be ranked, it is just to watch the fun and get familiar with each other. After all, this scene of the gathering of sects in China's China is not something you can see at any time.

Zhou Xian put on the Fengxia clothes today, put on some light makeup, and waited in the venue, looking outward, looking for Chen Jiu's figure.

Before Chen Jiu arrived, there was a constant crowd in the venue. Although it was not crowded, it was rare to find someone.

Many disciples of the sect who were coming and going around would look at Zhou Xian when they passed by, which was quite amazing. Unexpectedly, there was such a woman in the academy. Many disciples of the sect would stop and watch for a moment, sighing that they were such a wonderful woman.

The monks around him who had a lot of knowledge began to popularize science, saying that the woman was a closed disciple of the saint Zhang of the Academy. She was named Zhou Xian. She was knowledgeable and said that she seemed to be serious on weekdays. Now she is standing here.

After hearing this, the monks around him gradually felt ashamed and did not dare to speak to the saint disciples, so most of them took a few glances and left one after another.

However, there are still a few monks who stayed not far away and did not frighten because Zhou Xian was a saint disciple. After all, their background is only slightly inferior to Zhou Xian. It should be fine to talk to each other and get to know each other.

So they hesitated for a moment, then they plucked up their courage and stepped forward to talk.

"Miss Zhou, I am Yu Hao, the direct disciple of Duanjian Mountain."

Zhou Xian had no expression on his face, and didn't even look at the man carefully, and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

The man's face froze, and the words he was about to come out were blocked in his mouth. He couldn't say half of it, so he could only stammer, "No... it's okay."

After saying this, the man walked away in a hurry.

Zhou Xian was still looking at the outside, and he was angry, "Oh, why haven't you Chen Jiu come yet?"

As noon approaches, more and more monks are on the venue, and many real disciples of major sects have officially entered the venue. Among them, some of them are even similar to those of Zhou Xian in terms of identity.

However, it has not surpassed Zhou Xian. After all, if the saints of the Academy Palace want to surpass them, they must be ranked higher than the saints of the Academy Palace and the Supreme Taoist disciples.

For example, Chen Jiu.

The disciple of the old sword god Yao Tianchang is really the only one in the world in terms of identity.

The more Zhou Xian waited, the colder his face became, so that although the monks around him wanted to talk to her, they immediately stopped their pace when they saw Zhou Xian's face and felt that he should not touch this bad intention.

At the gate of the school, two men came, one of them spoke a lot and kept talking to the people around him.

"I tell you, it's a coincidence today. When we arrived at the autumn poem festival in our school, it was so lively. You will definitely be eye-opening when you enter."

The man beside him stretched his waist boredly and asked, "I want to go back to Tianguangzhou even more. I don't know how Chen Jiu is doing, did he run out?"

Another person replied: "Don't worry, just wait for me to go back and ask the saints, and make some calculations."

The two of them were Zhou Yu and Niu Mo who ran out of the border. They were thrown out from the extreme south of China and the countryside. They walked along the way with their seriously injured bodies, resting and stopping to arrive at the Middle Earth Academy today.

The disciple in charge of reception at the door was stunned when he saw Zhou Yu, and then said excitedly: "Senior Brother Zhou, you are back, and there are rumors in the school that you have died in the border area. I don't believe it, you are back."

Zhou Yu was stunned, then nodded and smiled, "Fortunately, I'm lucky that I'm very lucky and I barely survived."

The disciples of the school looked admiringly and said, "He can survive on the battlefield like borders. He is worthy of being Senior Brother Zhou!"

Zhou Yu waved his hand, "It's just a small matter, not worth mentioning."

He asked again, "Have the poetry meeting started?"

The disciple nodded, "There are almost all the people going to the venue."

After saying that, Zhou Yu waved his hand and walked in quickly with Niu Mo.

At noon, the sun shines.

Chen Jiu, who was compact and inconvenient, walked slowly to the venue. He really felt that the clothes were not worn by humans, so he was tied up while playing with them.

Zhou Xian, who had been waiting for a long time, saw Chen Jiu's tight clothes, and was immediately angry and funny. He pouted and asked, "Why are you here now?"

Chen Jiu kept pulling his clothes, looking for a comfortable position, and replied, "I said I've worn this clothes for an hour. Do you believe it?"

Zhou Xian helped Chen Jiu pull his clothes, stretched it out a few more times, and complained in a delicate voice: "What a fool."

Chen Jiu rolled his eyes. Who could understand this dress?

The two of them were quarreling here, and they looked extremely intimate in the eyes of others. Everyone in the venue suddenly became excited and guessed who the handsome man was, who was so close to Zhou Xian.

After the constant inquiries of everyone, the answer was finally obtained.

Just a doorman.

Although I heard that this guard is not very ordinary, everyone didn't take it seriously. After all, how could a truly extraordinary person be a guard?

Everyone sighed for a moment, why would a woman with such an identity in Zhou Xian look down on a school gatekeeper?

It is unfair to think through the indifference.

Someone came forward and laughed at Chen Jiu and said, "Oh, this isn't the guard of the academy, why did you come here?"

Chen Jiu knew this person, Bai Junye, who scolded him on the first day he came to the academy.

Chen Jiu pulled the robe behind his clothes and grinned at Bai Junye.

"roll."

Bai Junye was stunned and then cursed angrily, "You lowly guy, you dare to speak rudely to me, really..."

Before he finished speaking, Bai Junye felt the sky was spinning, his body hurt, and when he reacted, he had already fallen to the ground, and his head was trampled by Chen Jiu.

Chen Jiu pulled his clothes and his eyes were shining brightly, and he asked loudly at the murderous intent present.

"Who is the next one?"

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Chapter completed!