Looking at his wonderful flower, a wardrobe-sized space, which was almost full, and everything was eaten, drunk, worn, and used, ranging from peanuts and sesame seeds to benches and iron pots. At this time, Zhang Wei was a little satisfied with his space magic weapon. If he had no it, he would probably carry a big bag and go to the Tongbao Secret Realm to be ugly.

After walking over a street, Zhang Wei's golden leaves were left. Looking at this lonely golden leaves, he felt that he had to make more money in the Tongbao Secret Realm, otherwise he would be uglier after a while and face He Dongjiang with empty hands.

Back in the room of Zhong'anyuan, he looked at the rich energy of heaven and earth in the room and continued to meditate and practice. After the true energy in his body was filled, he began to practice the Wuji stick. This cycle was repeated, wasting the energy of heaven and earth in the room, and actually practiced his Wuji stick more proficiently. If he did not have such good conditions to practice, he would probably have a pitifully low hit rate of Wuji stick. However, after so many practices, he was extremely familiar with the recoil of the Wuji stick. To put it bluntly, the person who created the Wuji stick might not be as proficient as Zhang Wei.

After practicing like this for a day, fortunately, he was the only guest minister in Zhong'an Court, and no one disturbed him. In the end, he was so sleepy that Zhang Wei fell to bed.

In the royal city, the closer you get to the house to the north, the more you move away from the palace, the more noble the identity of the owner living in the house.

A street from the palace, the Luo Mansion's villa is here. Such a precious area is just a villa of Luo Mansion.

Today, many servants in the yard didn't even dare to show off their anger, for fear of annoying the young master.

Because Luo Yufan was in a bad mood, how bad was it? One maid who was serving washing still had a warm body, and the other cook was beaten to death again. The maid accidentally sprinkled water from the basin, while the chef was because the fried beans made today were not cleaned.

Suddenly, a sound seemed to be the sound of porcelain breaking, and many servants were already holding their breath.

In the room, Luo Yufan's voice sounded: "The reward for this Immortal Fairy Conference list is clearly the Tongbao Secret Realm. I have been waiting in Huixianlou for so long, but I actually gave me a top-grade treasure and beat it?" At this point, the servants heard another loud noise, and the table in Luo Yufan's room seemed to be broken into powder.

At this time, a servant entered the house tremblingly, presented an envelope to Luo Yufan, and said, "Young Master, the news is back."

Luo Yufan tore the letter apart, and the content inside was very simple: Zhang Wei hosted the sixth Tongbao Secret Realm.

After reading it, Luo Yufan sneered, and the letter in his hand gradually turned into ashes.

The servant who delivered the letter heard Luo Yufan sneer and trembled all over. He tried hard to pinch himself, trying to calm himself down, but he still couldn't help but tremble.

Luo Yufan walked to the desk, wrote a letter, handed it to the trembling servant, and said, "Transfer to Beiyuan by using the formation."

After receiving the letter, the servant walked out tremblingly until he walked out of the room, feeling like he was a different world.

Between the mountains, Wenjumen’s inner hall, and doors and windows are closed.

Yu Dingyu felt annoyed when he looked at the burnt rest page in front of him. The article "Spring River Moon Night" was already being memorized by him. His realm was only improved once, while Zhao Wenyuan from the branch office rose twice in one breath. Although no one said anything, everyone more or less believed that his literary attainments, understanding, and perception were worse than Zhao Wenyuan.

Zhao Wenyuan went straight from the middle stage of the domain to the peak of the domain, but he only went from the late stage of the domain to the peak of the domain. If he could go further, breaking through this bottleneck, he could reach the level of Transformation Saint. So Yu Dingyu looked at the broken page over and over again, and said, "The river goes east, the waves wash away, and the eternal heroes. To the west of the old building, humanity is... What is humanity? What is behind? If he can realize it, I will definitely break the realm."

The door of the inner hall was pushed open directly, and Yu Dingyu didn't look back and said, "You are really tough. It's enough to sleep for a while? If you don't sleep, come and help me comprehend. What's behind? You can't improve two levels in a row. I will only improve one level, so where can I put my old face?"

A woman's voice came from behind and said, "Grandpa, what are you looking at? Why are you like a ghost drawing talisman? There are so many typos."

Yu Dingyu put away the work in his hand and looked back. It turned out to be his granddaughter Yu Minglan. He immediately said with a stern face: "It's big or small, and you don't knock on the door when you enter the hall? When did you come back?"

Yu Minglan smiled and pulled Yu Dingyu's arm and said, "Grandpa, you'll know how to scold Lan'er after not seeing you for a few months."

After being pulled by his baby granddaughter, Yu Dingyu couldn't help but feel stern and asked, "How was it going to Pingshan Academy this time? How did you get it?" After saying that, he looked at Yu Minglan carefully and continued, "It's still the peak of entering the air. Haha, it's so simple to break the realm."

"Don't talk about the gains. The literary scholars of Pingshan Academy are all stupid. What good poems can they produce. By the way, grandpa, show me what you have?" After saying that, Yu Minglan reached out to get them.

Yu Dingyu immediately received the brocade box and said with a stern face: "No, who told you to watch it? Go out quickly."

Yu Minglan was scolded and was not angry. Instead, she hugged Yu Dingyu's arm and said, "Grandpa, Lan'er is also Wen Xiu, do you just call Lan'er to see?"

Yu Dingyu hesitated for a moment, looked at his precious granddaughter, and said nothing.

Yu Minglan continued to act coquettishly for his grandfather, shaking his grandfather's arm and said, "Grandpa, Lan'er has been at her peak for two years, and she can't overcome that hurdle. If you have good works, don't hide it, okay, grandpa~"

Yu Dingyu thought for a long time, and thought that he was just such a precious granddaughter, then sighed and decided to read the article for his granddaughter.

But he did not take out the brocade box, but said sternly: "You must not tell anyone the article you have shown, have you heard it?"

Seeing that his grandfather was so strict, Yu Minglan nodded seriously and said, "Okay, grandpa, your precious granddaughter will never tell you about this."

Hearing this, Yu Dingyu walked to the desk, wrote a lot of writing, wrote "Spring River Moon Night" and handed it to Yu Minglan and said, "This is a masterpiece of a scholar who is copied by grandpa. You can take a look and understand it carefully."

Yu Minglan looked at Yu Dingyu and said funny: "Grandpa, you feel sorry for me. I didn't even want to show it to me. Could it be the handwriting that Mr. Mo is not known to the world?" After saying that, Yu Minglan still teased and said: "Grandpa, your writing is getting better and better, I'll see..." Yu Minglan stopped talking, his eyes began to flow on the paper, with a serious expression.

A moment later, Yu Minglan was still silently chanting: I don’t know how many people will return on the moon, and the moon will shake the love of the river trees. It seems that he is still savoring the artistic conception in the poem.

Yu Dingyu smiled and stroked his beard, thinking to himself: His granddaughter has a good understanding. After reading the article, she actually broke through the realm. At this time, she seemed to be able to improve her cultivation level.

Taking into account factors such as stability in the realm, he said: "Lan'er, your realm has just been upgraded to the early stage of the Environmental Protection Department. The most important thing now is to stabilize the current realm."

Yu Minglan didn't care so much about her breaking the situation. At this time, she was still chanting the poems in front of her, as if every poem was like a spring breeze and willows, brushing in her heart.

After a moment, Yu Minglan slowly returned the work in his hand to Yu Dingyu and asked softly: "Grandpa, I wonder which great scholar was written by?"

Yu Dingyu shook his writing work and turned into ashes. He shook his head helplessly and said, "I would have liked to find this person."

"Ah? Grandpa, then where did this work come from?"

Yu Dingyu thought that since he had shown it to his granddaughter, it would be okay to say it, so he told Yu Minglan in detail about the scene that Zhao Wenyuan appeared and the details of taking paper from the stove in the cemetery.

When Yu Minglan heard this, she actually had other works and immediately begged Yu Dingyu to show her another article.

Yu Dingyu shirked several times. In reality, the reality could not get entangled with his granddaughter, and handed Yu Minglan the few copies he copied.

As soon as Yu Minglan took it, she looked carefully. It turned out that she didn't look at it. At this moment, she only had a few short sentences, but the spirit and artistic conception in it all made her fascinated.

Seeing that his granddaughter was still watching the three pieces of work, Yu Dingyu took back the three pages he copied, took out a bottle of solid Qi pill and handed it to Yu Minglan, and said, "You are just moving around the mansion, and you are still mainly stable. This bottle of solid Qi pill is two tablets a day, and you will talk about it after you finish eating it."

Seeing that grandfather had collected the copied three pages, Yu Minglan took the Kuqi Pill angrily and left the inner hall.

When he walked out of the hall, Yu Minglan felt a little unconscious and always thought about the author of the article. He had such talent but did not show it to everyone. He really admired his literary character and his character as a person who did not enter the mortal world.

In a dark corner in the distance, a man stood in the shadow, looking at Yu Minglan walking out, his eyes lit up in an instant, and he said silently: "Hmph, you will break the realm in less than an hour after entering, and the things must be there. You old man, you said that you are a long time for the Wenju Sect to be forever, but it is not..."

(End of this chapter)
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