"Although there are some questions about Junior Brother Liu's origins, nothing he does is questionable. He is even more concerned about Jiang Hao's affairs and will never show any favoritism in this matter." The man in black robe said truthfully.

Bai Zhi didn't suspect anything. She hesitated and asked, "Is there a disciple named Han Ming in Duanqing Cliff?"

"Yes." The man in black robe nodded.

"What is the purpose of cultivation?"

"In the later stage of Yuan Shen, he has gained a lot in this great world. It may not take long for Yuan Shen to be perfect."

"Does the sect have many resources left?" Bai Zhi asked.

"Not much, but enough." The man in black robe said.

"Okay, lean resources towards him and help him improve his cultivation as soon as possible. Mingyue Sect's guidance will send him in."

"yes."

Although the man in black robe was puzzled, he nodded in agreement and didn't ask any more questions.

After the others left, Bai Zhi looked at the center of the lake and said silently to herself: "Use Han Ming to test whether there is any hidden cultivation level. It's just that you can't test the upper limit, but you can't use extreme methods on him."

So far, we can only check whether the cultivation level is hidden or not.

"But if he continues to improve, he will be close to the tenth chief. If he really wants to be the chief, maybe he can force himself here."

Bai Zhi has many ideas, but she can't be anxious.

Otherwise, you will offend the people behind the other party, and the gain will outweigh the loss.

Do it step by step.

But there was one thing that troubled him, and that was Mingyue Zongyao's poems.

This is a magic sect with many talented people.

But there is no one who is eloquent in writing.

"Forget it, let's deal with the Lawless Tower first, as for the poems"

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"What? One poem per person?"

The next day, when Jiang Hao came to the elixir garden, he heard someone exclaiming.

"Ordinary people want it too? Isn't it too embarrassing? They don't know the word."

An outer disciple said.

Jiang Hao was a little surprised when he came. What happened to the sect that he still had to write poems?

After asking, I wanted a poem about wine.

As for what it is used for, no one knows.

Cheng Chou also knew nothing.

If you don’t even know about the golden elixir, then very few people will know about it.

"What verse do you plan to use, senior brother? He said it must be handed in within three days." Cheng Chou asked.

A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date?

I would like to advise you to drink another glass of wine. If you leave Yangguan in the west, there will be no old friends?

If you cut off the water with a knife, the water will flow more. If you raise a cup to relieve your sorrow, your sorrow will become even more sorrowful?

Drinking and singing, how is life?

When you are drunk, you don’t know that the sky is on the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams that overwhelm the stars?

Many, Jiang Hao hesitated for a while and came up with an idea, and then wrote his own poem.

“One cup after another, two cups, three cups, four or five cups.

"Six cups, seven cups, eighty-nine cups, even if you pour it into your mouth, it's gone."

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Chapter completed!