After searching for a while, Bai Yujun found that the smell was getting weaker and weaker, indicating that the monster was gone.

"Wolf, let's go."

Now that he's gone, there's no need to chase him. It's the responsibility of the local monks to deal with the evil monks and evil demons. For example, the special forces walk on the streets and find traces of criminals. If the situation permits, they can step forward to help arrest them. If the criminals run away, then

It has nothing to do with the special forces, it is purely a matter for the local police station.

Most cities in the world have monks who specialize in dealing with similar situations. Since the demon left, Chu Zhe didn't care and continued to visit Qingyuan.

The four of them never imagined that they would meet the wolf demon again...

At the gate of Qingyuan, an inconspicuous man turned around and looked carefully at the four figures in the crowd, especially three of them. The aura exuded from a distance made him nervous and had to leave early. He knew that he would meet a real person today.

Now that he is an expert, he disappears into the crowd and quickly disappears.

"Let's go and look at those poems." Chu Zhe suggested to look at the works of scholars. After the poems were written, they would be hung up for people to appreciate. Naturally, they were of average quality and not easy to show off. There were no handed down works, so most of them were just for fun.

"Okay, okay."

Xu Ling was very happy and walked to the corridor where the poems were hung.

Bai Yujun also went over to take a look. As for the poems, they can only be said to be readable. They are not qualified to say that they are shocking in ancient and modern times. Compared with famous poets such as Li Bai, the difference is not only the distance between time and space.

"They are all really good poems. They are indeed more interesting than the mountains." Xu Ling said happily.

"No, there are many good poems on the mountain, but you just don't pay attention to it at ordinary times. For example, there is a stone carving under the Lotus Peak, which was written by Taoist Wuwei, a senior in the sect."

Yang Mu had an expression on his face that said he knew you couldn't remember anything.

"real?"

Xu Ling felt unbelievable.

"Absolutely true."

This sentence stimulated Xu Ling. He glared at Yang Mu fiercely and turned to look at Chu Zhe. He immediately put on a cute expression. Yang Mu was amazed by the speed of the face change.

The poems were written on paper and hung on both sides of the corridor. The breeze blew through them and filled them with the strong fragrance of ink.

Ink in ancient times was not as pungent and smelly as those made from chemicals today. Those synthetic inks may cause body organ failure if eaten. Ancient ink is very safe and will not cause any harm if you accidentally eat it.

What a big reaction.

Stepping lightly, Bai Yujun finally stopped when he walked to a certain poem. The poem was good and the writing was good. Although it was a bit unfamiliar, it was rare, especially when there were so many ordinary works around it, it made it stand out.

People were coming and going in the corridor, and there was an endless stream of scholars and ladies, all gathered in front of their favorite poems to linger.

Bai Yujun was about to turn around and leave, but unexpectedly he stepped on someone else's foot.

The scholar turned around leisurely and looked indifferent as a handsome young man. He was still so calm and composed with a smile on his face after someone stepped on his foot. This showed that he had practiced countless times on weekdays.

"Sorry." Bai Yujun tried hard to finish these two words.

The scholar was stunned for a moment, then relieved.

"It doesn't matter, miss, do you like this word? If you like it, just take it. Meeting each other is fate. May I ask where Miss Fangming lives."

Bai Yujun looked around, and belatedly figured out that the scholar was calling him miss. However, why was this routine so cliché? Did he mean to be stepped on just now?

Suddenly, I thought the calligraphy was good just now, but suddenly I felt it was not pleasing to my eyes, so I turned around and left without answering.

The scholar was angry and reached out to grab Bai Yujun's shoulder.

Suddenly, there were more people blocking the way in front of him. Yang Mu looked at the thirty-year-old scholar unhappily, and secretly sighed in his heart that what he said about unofficial history and unpopular books was indeed true. These scholars and good people are known all over the world.

The villain is so admirable that he deliberately strikes up a conversation and actually wants to take action. I wonder if Dabai would give him some snake venom to sober up if he was offended.

Seeing that although the young man in front of him was unfamiliar, he had an extraordinary spirit. The scholar could only hold back the urge to offend. The girl just now had no valuable jewelry and was not wearing expensive fabrics. She must be the daughter of a poor family or a maid of a wealthy family. Find her.

It's not difficult for the rightful owner to say a few nice words to win him over.

Exchange of concubines was very common in ancient times.

Bai Yujun, who had gone far away, did not care about the unpleasantness just now, and happily went to see the literati in the attic sitting in front of the window, reciting poems and composing poems. Whenever a good poem was written, it would always attract applause from the surrounding people, and I don’t know which one.

The young lady's sachet and handkerchief are given to her, and courtesans from the city's brothels will also sincerely invite their courtesan to tell tales. It is very common for them to recommend themselves to pillow seats with talented people.

The poems constantly aroused cheers from the crowd, but Bai Yujun felt ordinary listening to them.

Fortunately, the food was very satisfying to the snake and the price was quite reasonable. Bai Yujun had no money and Xu Ling didn't bring any money either. Yang Mu somehow got a pile of money and bought a lot of desserts to eat.

Chu Zhe looked at Bai Yujun speechlessly as he grabbed the dessert and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it without chewing and swallowing it. Xu Ling wanted to compete with Bai Yujun on who could eat faster, but was defeated after a while.

In fact, the poetry meeting is not interesting, and ordinary poetry becomes more numb and boring after listening to it too much.

This is an exclusive gathering for the scholars and the ladies waiting to be married. The scholars tried their best to attract the attention of the ladies. Feeling a little bored, the three of them decided to go back to the inn to rest, and finally passed through the crowd and left Qingyuan.

In the attic of Qingyuan.

The scholar who struck up a conversation with Bai Yujun before was trying to please a richly dressed young man in brocade.

"Master Zhang, how did that one look just now?"

The young man in brocade clothes nodded when he heard this.

"Yes, she is pure and delicate and unforgettable. Her waist is very thin and her legs are also very thin. She is my type. Do you know whose family it belongs to?"

"Back to Mr. Zhang, I saw someone at the Jufu Inn on East Street. He must be an outsider."

"Where has Brother Lang gone? Let Brother Lang bring that girl over tonight and tell him not to touch her, otherwise he will stop hanging out with Liu Cheng in the future. I am not joking."

"Yes, Master Zhang."

The servant went to deliver the letter, while the attic continued to watch singing and dancing, embracing beauties and drinking water, and the poetry conference downstairs seemed to have nothing to do with the thing upstairs...

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late at night.

A black shadow ran and jumped silently on the roof, stopped briefly on a certain tower, and stood on the top of the tower to confirm the direction of Jufu Inn.

In the inn.

The doors of the four guest rooms opened, and three people walked out of the room.

Bai Yujun and the other three felt something approaching, and Chu Zhe had already sensed the person's location. He quickly made special gestures with his palms to hide his aura. There was no expression on his face. Yang Mu and Xu Ling were yawning again and again, scared?

There is no need at all. The person standing next to him is the disciple of the head of Chunyang. To be honest, I am afraid that even the elders of Chunyang Palace cannot defeat Chu Zhe. Unless the top master of the Demon Sect comes in person, there is really nothing to fear.
Chapter completed!