With his level of cultivation, it was really incredible that he didn't notice someone approaching him.
Turning around, I saw a woman walking towards me. It was the woman who was sitting in the carriage during the day.
"Not only is this woman's identity not simple, but her cultivation is also not simple."
This thought flashed through Ye Qiu's mind. He looked at the woman and smiled: "It's you!"
"I've met the young master." The woman bowed.
Looking closely, Ye Qiu found that women were more beautiful.
She is like morning dew, fresh and pure, her eyes are like the brightest stars in the night sky, shining with pure light. Her skin is as white as snow, smooth and delicate, without a trace of blemish. Her lips are delicate and tender,
It reveals a faint pink color, like a blooming cherry blossom.
She was wearing a white dress, her figure was slender and elegant, like catkins dancing lightly.
"What a coincidence, we meet again." The woman's eyes curved into crescent shapes, the corners of her mouth raised, revealing a sweet smile.
Suddenly, the dark night seemed to become brighter.
A flash of surprise flashed in Ye Qiu's eyes, but he soon regained his clarity and asked politely: "I don't know what to call the girl?"
"Young master, you can call me Rou'er," the woman said.
Rouer?
It sounds like it's not your real name.
Just like in the club, the girls are either called Mengmeng, Fangfang, Jingjing, Qing Ning, Mango...
It's just a code name.
However, it is understandable that a young woman with good status and appearance should naturally be more cautious when going out.
"Hello, Miss Rouer, my name is Ye Qiu." Ye Qiu directly reported his real name.
Not many people in the world of cultivation know his real name, and more people only know Ye Changsheng.
Moreover, those who know his real name are basically in the Eastern Wasteland. This is his first time stepping into Central Continent, so naturally not many people know his real name.
"Ye Qiu?" the woman said with a smile: "One leaf falls and the world knows autumn. It's so good that the young master's name was chosen. Moreover, the young master's lyrics are also very good."
She looked at the plantains that were beaten by rain in the courtyard and said softly: "The flowing light can easily throw people away. The cherries are red and the plantains are green. This sentence is appropriate for the time and the situation, and it has a profound meaning. It is a wonderful sentence that you can pick up at your fingertips. Little
Women admire it."
Ye Qiu burst into tears.
I thought that if I had this talent, I would not be a doctor in the secular world, but a poet or a writer.
He didn't expect that just by casually reciting an ancient poem, the woman would look up at him.
Ye Qiu said: "Girl, I have misunderstood. I am just a rough person and don't understand poetry at all. This poem was written by someone else."
"Oh? I wonder who wrote it?" the woman asked.
"Yes..." Ye Qiu was about to talk about Jiang Jie, but then he realized, do people in the world of cultivation know who Jiang Jie is?
Suddenly, he realized a question: Do people in the world of cultivation not know the poetry of the secular world?
Ye Qiu hesitated for a moment and said, "This poem was written by a senior named Jiang."
"Really?" The woman smiled faintly and asked, "Mr. Ye, I wonder where you come from?"
Ye Qiu said: "To be honest, I am a casual cultivator."
This time he didn't tell the truth.
If he said he was from the Eastern Wasteland, then someone would definitely connect him with the Qingyun Sword Sect.
After all, the Qingyun Sword Sect now dominates the Eastern Wasteland.
The woman asked again: "Mr. Ye, did you come to Pingshui Town to do something?"
"No." Ye Qiu said, "I was passing by."
"Then where is the young master going on this trip?"
"Imperial City!"
The woman said: "The Imperial City is not far from here. Young Master, please be more careful along the way."
"Thank you." As soon as Ye Qiu finished speaking, a strong wind blew suddenly. Suddenly, countless flowers in the courtyard left their branches and fell to the ground with the wind.
Immediately afterwards, the rain became heavier, and soon there was some water on the ground. The withered flowers floated on the water, which was very sad and beautiful.
When Ye Qiu saw this scene, his heart moved, and he whispered softly: "The flowers in the forest have faded the spring reds in a hurry. The cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening."
"The tears of rouge make us drunk, and we will never see them again. Of course, life grows and hates the water."
good words!
The woman's eyes lit up and she asked: "Master Ye, don't tell me that this poem was written by someone else?"
Ye Qiu replied: "It was indeed written by someone else."
"Is it written by another senior named Jiang?"
"No, it was written by a senior named Li."
Haha, it’s weird if I believe you.
A flash of curiosity flashed in the woman's eyes, and she secretly said: "Young Master Ye is obviously very talented, why don't you admit it?"
"If these poems he wrote are spread, they will become famous all over the world."
"I understand. The reason why he doesn't admit that he wrote it is because he doesn't want to attract attention."
"I didn't expect that he is so young, but he regards fame and wealth as nothing. How many young people in the world can do what Mr. Ye is like?"
For a time, the woman admired Ye Qiu even more.
Little did he know, after seeing the woman's reaction, Ye Qiu became convinced of one thing.
Very few people in the world of cultivation know the poetry of the secular world. Otherwise, the woman would not have even heard of Li Yu's poetry.
"Does this mean that I can use ancient poems to pretend to be beeping in the future?"
Ye Qiu quickly rejected this idea.
Because people who came to the world of cultivation from the secular world, besides him and Master Changmei, there were others, such as...
Dragon Bodhisattva has become a eunuch!
"If you use poetry from the secular world to pretend, the secret will be exposed sooner or later. It seems that it is better to give up this idea as soon as possible."
Ye Qiu put away his random thoughts and asked, "Miss Rou'er, are you from Pingshui Town?"
"No, I passed by here when I was going home." The woman said, "My home is in the Imperial City, Master Ye. If we are destined, we may meet again in the Imperial City."
"By the way, Mr. Ye, what are you doing in the imperial city?"
Ye Qiu said: "I'm going to find a friend."
"Is that so..." A trace of disappointment flashed in the woman's eyes, and she said, "I thought Mr. Ye went to the imperial city to compete for the consort."
"Competing for the consort?" Ye Qiu was stunned: "What do you mean?"
"Master Ye, don't you know?" The woman was very surprised.
Ye Qiu shook his head and said, "I am new to Dazhou and I don't know much about the situation here."
"That's it." The woman smiled and said, "That's right. The emperor issued an order some time ago to choose a husband for the princess. Therefore, many young talents in Zhongzhou are rushing to the Imperial City of Great Zhou to participate in the election for the son-in-law."
"I just heard that the young master said that he was going to the imperial city. I thought that you were also going to compete for the prince-in-law."
The woman smiled and said: "Master, do you want to try? With your talent, maybe you can win the heart of the princess?"
Ye Qiu said: "I'm not interested in being a prince-in-law."
Hearing this, a trace of disappointment flashed in the woman's eyes.
"It's getting late, girl. I'm going back to my room to rest. Good night." After Ye Qiu said that, he turned around and left.
The woman froze on the spot.
At such an age, no man would find any reason to talk to her or stay with her for a while when he saw her. But Ye Qiu just threw her away and went back to the room.
"Am I not even remotely attractive to him?"
The woman was a little unconvinced.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, murderous intent suddenly appeared.
