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Chapter 266

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    As more and more poems were copied, Xu Qi'an gradually figured out the trick of "showing the sage" of a scholar, answering what others ask, this is something that melon skin can do.

    Be sure to whet your appetite, whet your appetite.

    Just like it is now, from number four to the drinker, from the drinker to the oiran, from the oiran to the maid serving the banquet, they are all watching him, waiting and waiting.

    In full view of everyone, Xu Qi'an got up and paced the hall. After seven steps, he stopped and said leisurely: "Ten years of sharpening a sword."

    Chu Yuanzhen was taken aback, he just said that he was raising a sword, Xu Qi'an immediately said this, and he didn't run away, this poem was written for him.

    No. 4 was immediately moved. He had never met Xu Qi'an before, and after a few chats with him, he was willing to compose poems for him. It was really ashamed that he was so friendly and enthusiastic.

    No. 3 is a chivalrous and courageous scholar. Although he has some minor problems of chasing profit, he is generally a person worth making friends with.  His cousin is more honest-hearted than him, and he is indeed a brother.

    At the same time, Chu Yuanzhen thought of the example of Layman Ziyang, and his heart became a little hot. He is also a scholar and loves poetry. When encountering such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, it makes no sense not to look forward to it.

    Xu Qi'an looked around at the crowd, and read out the second sentence: "Shuangren has never tried it."

    Ten years of sharpening a sword, never tried the frost blade The officials present were chewing this poem, smiling, and their eyes were shining.

    This couplet has neat antithesis, whether it is in charm or artistic conception, it is like Xu Qi'an's previous poems, but the charm of poetry is not only in charm and artistic conception.

    After ten years of sharpening a sword, I have never tried the frost blade!

    In a short sentence, the ambition and pride are vivid on the paper.  After ten years of sharpening his sword, this kind of pretentiousness can only be written by a character like him who has achieved his ambition at a young age.

    Chu Yuanzhen's eyes were bright, he straightened his back unconsciously, half bent over the desk, and made a posture of leaning forward, looking forward to the next couplet.

    So apt, so apt.

    He traveled all over the years, opened his eyes, cultivated his sword energy, this Renzong's top-grade magic weapon has always been hidden in the scabbard, and has never been displayed.

    It will eventually come out of its sheath, but Chu Yuanzhen himself never thought about what would happen in the future to make him pull out the sword.

    It wasn't until recently that Ren Zong Dao Shou Feijian sent a letter calling him back to face Tian Zong's disciple Li Miaozhen, and Chu Yuanzhen suddenly realized that he was waiting for this time.

    It's just how much regret in my heart, this sword will be earth-shattering when it is drawn out of the sheath, and it is not what he wants to use to kill Li Miaozhen.

    "What is the next couplet? After ten years of sharpening a sword, under what circumstances will it be unsheathed?"

    Chu Yuanzhen murmured in his heart, full of eagerness to "learn from others".

    At this time, Xu Qi'an shook his head and sighed: "I haven't thought about the next couplet yet."

    "!!!"

    "This, why is this gone? It can't be without it. How can a poem only have the first couplet."

    "Master Xu, don't be willful, we are still waiting."

    "What is the second line, think again, think again"

    In the hall, everyone's eyes widened, unable to accept this fact.

    Xu Qi'an spread his hands, returned to the table holding the wine glass, and said helplessly: "I really didn't think about it, how about this, I will make half of the song first, and I will make up the other half for Brother Chu later, how about it?"

    "That's the only way to go." Chu Yuanzhen said disappointedly.

    Everyone reluctantly accepted this result.

    The drinking orders continued, although Ya Ling was elegant, but the atmosphere was a little dull, Fu Xiang proposed punching, which was unanimously approved by everyone.

    The oirans were having a great time playing boxing games with the drinkers.

    "Why don't we play pot throwing."

    Proposed by Chu Zhuangyuan, who was not accompanied by beauties.

    This banquet is specially for him to clean up the dust, he is the protagonist of the banquet, he has the final say.

    There are rules for throwing pots. It is very simple. A pot is placed in the hall, and the drinkers each shoot three arrows. Those who fail to hit are fined with alcohol. Those who hit the pot can order anyone in the field to drink.

    After a few rounds, this group of high-status officials got slightly drunk, and gradually changed from game participants to bystanders, and then from bystanders to cheering crowd.

    On the court, only Xu Qi'an and Chu Yuanzhen were throwing pots, and they were sure to hit every pot. The two seemed to be angry, and neither of them would admit defeat.

    The oirans were waving their flags and shouting, if either Xu Qi'an or Chu Yuanzhen made a shot, they would applaud loudly, their faces flushed with excitement.

    Such a wonderful pot-throwing duel is very rare.

    At the beginning, the oirans were able to treat each other fairly and did not favor any side. Slowly, the twelve oirans were divided into two groups.??

    "I met number three today."

    Chu Yuanzhen felt a little regretful that he didn't bring peanuts, there was wine but no food, and he always felt that something was missing.

    Heng Yuan nodded.

    "No. 3 pretended not to know mewith his ingenuity, I believe he recognized me at that time. I don't know why he pretended not to know me."

    Chu Yuanzhen shook his head helplessly, and said: "The eighth-rank cultivation level, the cultivation level is a little shallow."

    However, he knows the secret of No. 3. No. 3 is related to the Qingqi of the Sub-Holy Temple. When dealing with No. 3, one cannot simply look at the surface.

    Master Hengyuan took a sip of wine, pondered and said: "Compared to No. 3, the poor monk has a better relationship with Mr. Xu. You may not know that he didn't die in Yunzhou"

    After No. 6 finished explaining Xu Qi'an's resurrection from the dead, Chu Yuanzhen nodded: "Although the bodiless pill is good, but the restrictions are too great, his survival depends on his own luck.

    "I just met Xu Qi'an in the Jiaofang Division. I have a good impression of her. I think it's because you have discussed too many times in the fragments of the book from the ground, so I don't feel unfamiliar with him."

    After a pause, number four smiled and said, "I've never gotten along with number three, but Xu Qi'an really likes me."

    After drinking the turbid wine in the altar, Chu Yuanzhen proposed to go and see the child. After watching, his expression was quite depressed.

    "Although I don't like Buddhism, they are right in saying that the world is like a sea of ??suffering, and all living beings are struggling in it." Chu Yuanzhen said with emotion.

    Master Hengyuan glanced at him.

    Chu Yuanzhen hurriedly said, "No offense intended."

    Only then did Hengyuan look away.

    "The second test will be held in three days. Let's go and see No. 3 together." Heng Yuan said: "No. 3 is not willing to reveal his identity to us. He said that if we meet, we just need to meet and smile."

    "That's it." Chu Yuanzhen suddenly realized

    In a flash of time, three days passed.

    At dawn, Xu Erlang, accompanied by his family, arrived at the Gongyuan.

    "The Ninth Rank of Confucianism has the ability to never forget. This test is about the classics and righteousness. Erlang must not be under pressure." Xu Qi'an patted him on the shoulder and encouraged him.

    Uncle Xu and Auntie smiled.

    According to Erlang himself, he performed very well in the strategy question on the first day. He was already good at strategy question, and the second round was not a big problem.

    In the eyes of the second uncle and aunt, Erlang's becoming a Gongshi is a sure thing.

    Xu Nian raised his chin slightly, and said arrogantly: "There are many talented people in the world. Don't be careless. There may be some who are stronger than me."

    Possibly alsoXu Qian said at ease, you are better at pretending.

    Farewell to his family, he walked towards the entrance of the Gongyuan, intending to line up to enter the arena, at this moment, a loud voice came from his ear: "Amitabha."

    Xu Xinian looked sideways and saw two people standing on the side of the street, one was a burly monk and the other was a swordsman in blue with a sword on his back.

    Seeing him, both the monk and the swordsman showed secretive smiles.

    ?¡­ Xu Xinnian's face froze, he lowered his head, and hurried back to his father and elder brother, feeling a sense of security in his heart.

    "Father, brother, I suspect that someone is plotting against me." Xu Nian said in a deep voice.

    Hearing this, Xu Pingzhi immediately raised his eyebrows, and his eyes were like lightning: "Who?"

    He is the imperial sword guard who patrols the city, and he knows that a large number of knight-errants have poured into the capital recently, which is an extremely unstable factor for public security.

    The most obvious thing is that there are more gentlemen in the Liang Dynasty. Those low-ranking people in the capital have spent all their money in the capital and have no money to make a living. The first choice is to steal and rob.

    "A monk and a swordsman." Xu Nian turned around and pointed to somewhere behind.

    Xu Qi'an looked at it for a moment and said, "Who is there?"

    "???"

    Xu New Year showed a look of panic: "It was there just now."

    "Okay, I also said that you are not under pressure, I think you are hallucinating." Xu Qi'an patted the little brother on the shoulder and said:

    "Erlang, those who don't know, those who behave strangely, you must not talk to them."

    As he spoke, he put his hand behind Xu Xinian's back.

    Xu Erlang looked behind himself, puzzled, and said, "Brother, what do you mean by that?"

    "It's okay, help you carry the pot back."

    ps: The cleaning was over today, I was drenched all over, I felt dizzy for a while, I almost passed out, so I turned on the air conditioner to save my life My life was indeed given by the air conditioner.  It's so hot.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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