C145 In Terms of Beauty!
... "" Zhou Hao was stunned. He looked at his pants in a daze...
There was a hole in that spot.
The fat girl's roar was very loud. Many people who heard the sound forgot to look at Zhou Hao's body and made sarcastic boos.
Faced with such a situation, Zhou Hao could be said to be so embarrassed that he wanted to find a hole in the ground and hide in it for the rest of his life.
"It's really not suitable to go out today..." He sighed heavily.
Fortunately, his pants were wide like ancient times. He could fold the hole and fix it so that he could not see the hole.
With an awkward expression, he walked up the mountain to get rid of these people who were watching him make a fool of himself.
There were indeed many cultivators who came to the Chrysanthemum Sword Poetry Guild. They all wore delicate Longsword, and they had the charm of the Jianghu.
The dressing of young men and women was even more so accompanied by a wave of immortal energy!
It was as if this poetry gathering was a gathering of fairies from the Nine Heavens above, everyone carrying a wave of immortal energy!
The greatest benefit of coming to this type of place with many people was what kind of news they wanted to know, what kind of things, they could find out everything perfectly here!
Just like how Zhou Hao had heard all kinds of discussions about the Taixuan Sect's Winter Hunt Trial along the way up the mountain. He had even heard about the whereabouts of many disciples of the Taixuan Sect, and he remembered about seventy to eighty percent of them.
It was a pity that he didn't hear any news about Yun Yan.
On the mountain peak, there were the most people and the most people.
Everyone's purpose for this trip was to attend the Chrysanthemum Sword Poetry Meeting.
As the name suggested, the Chrysanthemum Sword Poetry Conference was a small gathering to admire chrysanthemums, discuss swords, and review poems.
Of course, it was not limited to admiring chrysanthemums, discussing swords, evaluating poems. There was also painting, tea, tasting wine, planting flowers and so on, as long as it was something that could be done at the beginning of winter at the end of autumn. As long as there was a skill, it could be displayed here to appraise everyone.
Because every Chrysanthemum Sword Poetry Festival was held before the Winter Hunt Trial of the Taixuan Sect, there were more topics regarding the Taixuan Sect, sword techniques, and cultivation.
There were also some small circles that discussed the Taixuan Sect's participation in the Winter Hunt Trial.
It was as if the disciples of the Taixuan Sect they mentioned were idols!
Zhou Hao couldn't help but think of the 'rice circle' in his previous world. It was similar to the current circle of discussions between men and women.
Because he was eager to know about Yun Yan, he wandered around in those circles and was very diligent.
Unfortunately, after a few circles, he did not hear any circles talking about Yun Yan.
In a circle where most of the young men were talking, Zhou Hao finally got some news about Yun Yan.
He only heard this circle of discussions, discussing the Taixuan Sect's... Goddess Ranking!
As expected, if a group of men gathered together, the one they would talk about would definitely be a woman!
As soon as the topic started, a youth shouted: "In the Taixuan Sect, the most beautiful one is Senior Sister Xiaohe from the Clear Water Courtyard!"
As soon as his voice faded, a person came out and refuted: "Wrong, wrong, Senior Sister Xiao He from the Clear Water Courtyard is too weak, and lacks heroic spirit. She cannot be regarded as the most beautiful person in the Taixuan Sect!"
The young man who was refuted immediately said: "Senior Sister Xiao He's beauty is originally weak and lovable, she doesn't need heroic spirit! If she needs heroic spirit, then in your opinion, who is suitable?"
The youth who refuted her just now smiled faintly and said, "I think that Senior Sister Huang Ying from the Lan Yun Courtyard is the most beautiful in the Taixuan Sect!"
When these words were spoken, everyone was in an uproar. Some agreed with it, and some opposed it.2
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