When Erto Saburo saw Huang Daming and led people to guard the Daoxia intersection, he knew that they were waiting for Lin San to come down the mountain there.

A ghost soldier asked, "Sir, are we going to help Chen Sang?"

"No, no, no, do you know that there is an old Chinese saying that 'the praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch follows'?"

"Understood! After Huang Daming and the others catch Lin Sancai, let's go and take the people away!

Huang Daming is very cunning, flattering me on the surface, but in fact he is full of calculations. I'll have to see if he's really loyal, or if he's deceived the Imperial Army. He has ambition and I like it, but if you dare to deceive me, give me death!"

Saburo Nito made a head-cutting gesture to his subordinates, but there was an ambiguous smile on his face. He thought about it in connection with Huang Daming's desire to be the mayor of the town, and felt that Huang Daming was ambitious, but he didn't seem to be loyal enough.

"Hey!"

"Take me up to the watchtower!"

"Hey!"

After Saburo Nito ascended the watchtower, the watchtower could see everything at the intersection from a distance, and you could also see the mountain road on the Dao Gorge.

On the Daoxia Mountain Road, Chen Lisong said to Huang Xiaoming and Lin Sancai: "I took you on another road, but it was a little more difficult. ”

Lin Sancai asked, "Is there another way?"

"There are thorns, and when I used to catch the muntjac, I was afraid that my husband would suffer. ”

"Sir, he can go down the mountain from this road. ”

"No, sir is going with us. I'm worried that this black light will blind the fire, and someone will put a black gun. ”

Huang Xiaoming smiled: "Don't worry, my own brother won't give me a shot." ”

"I paid close attention to it, and the fire seemed to have three pulls in succession, and the last one was Captain Huang's garrison. Chen Lisong clearly analyzed that if Huang Xiaoming rashly went down the mountain, of course Huang Daming would not shoot his brother, but he didn't dare to guarantee that the other two groups of people would not be blackmailed, so he said that he would not let Huang Xiaoming go alone, "Come with me." ”

Lin Sancai and Huang Xiaoming both knew that Chen Lisong had crossed the woods in Fengshan Daoxia, and they also understood that they could only listen to Chen Lisong at this time, so they both followed him and walked through the forest.

The mountain road is indeed difficult, it is summer at this time, the grass is high and the forest is deep, not to mention the thorns, Lin Sancai and Chen Lisong are naturally not afraid, but they suffer Huang Xiaoming.

"Be careful, sir, but don't worry. Rest assured, after this road goes out, it will go directly to Wangjiazhai. ”

When it came to Wangjiazhai, Huang Xiaoming suddenly came to his senses: "Wangjiazhai? The two of you said that it was a coincidence or not, Daming and I are twins, and my classmates Wang Wendong and Wang Wenliang are also twins!"

"Wang Wendong and Wang Wenliang I know that Wang Wendong, like Mr. Li Chaoshan of Lijiazhai, is the chief of Wangjiazhai. ”

"Actually, they are all scholars, and they are very dignified. ”

"Sir, let me tell you secretly, the exit of this road is exactly the back door of Wang Wendong's courtyard of Wang Baochang. ”

"Then I can go to him and talk about the funeral at home. Huang Xiaoming knows very well that his brother Huang Daming is unreliable in handling his grandfather's funeral, and he can only do it by worrying about himself.

The twin brothers Wang Wendong and Wang Wenliang mentioned by Huang Xiaoming are the grandsons of Wang Zhile, the patriarch of Wangjiazhai: Wang Wendong is the elder brother and the chief of Wangjiazhai, and Wang Wenliang is the younger brother who is idle all day long. Since they are both Huang Xiaoming's classmates, they are naturally also elegant readers.

At this time, in the south study of Wang Wendong's courtyard, Wang Wendong, who was wearing a thin long robe, was studying ink on the painting table, while Wang Wenliang, who was wearing a white shirt, was standing behind his brother with a stack of manuscripts.

"I said Wendong, you can give me a manuscript of poetry! My new poetry collection will be Tiancheng's first collection of 100 poems, gathering 100 Tiancheng poets, one for each person, will represent the best important poets of this era, and after publication, it will definitely set off a new wind in Tiancheng's poetry circle. ”

Wang Wendong put down the ink block and asked, "Are you the editor-in-chief?"

"Yes, I'm Wang Wenliang, editor-in-chief!"

"Are you a poet? I said Wen Liang, you are also in your thirties, today grandpa was just robbed by Li Feijiao and broke some money, so don't ask grandpa for money to publish any poetry collections for you!"

"Of course I'm a poet Luo! Don't worry, I don't need to pay for this collection of poems this time! Look at a poem I just wrote recently, show it to you, and you can help me comment on it!"

After speaking, Wang Wenliang took out a piece of paper from his arms, opened it and put it on the painting table.

Wang Wendong glanced at it and saw that it was written on the paper:

Sun

The mosquitoes of the summer night ate a cow,

The iron lock cylinder rusted in the ditch of the back door,

Martial arts for a long time,

Shouting that I want my love,

Three small tadpoles,

My girl sits with me and sings in the rainy season!

Wang Wendong felt a nameless aura rushing to his head and asked, "Is this a poem?"

"Nature is poetry. Look at what a good poem it is, and who understands what I mean?"

"Oh my God, you're calling poetry too?"

"Of course, how profound this poem is! ”

"You have no rhyme and no rhythm, it's also called poetry?"

"New poetry should break with old thinking. ”

"What do you write and what do you want to express?"

"Poetry is good if it is incomprehensible!"

"Bullshit! Put away your bullshit poetry theory! If you want to publish it, you can publish it, don't ask me for poetry! I can't give you such a profound poem! I have to paint, you can go home and sleep for me." Wang Wendong's face was full of anger, and he directly wanted to drive his younger brother out.

"Brother Wendong, you will reward me with a poem! If the "Tiancheng Poetry Hundred Collection" does not have you Wang Wendong, this poetry collection is not authoritative enough. The most important thing is that Taijun Tanabe thinks that this poetry collection must have your poems! This poetry collection does not cost our Wang family a penny this time, and all the publication funds are funded by the imperial army!"

"What? Tanabe Tai-kun? you, you, you...... You're so angry with me! I thought you were just spending some money to make up a piece of, but I didn't expect you to ...... You're actually a traitor! What an insult to my Chinese scholar! Get out of here! Get out!"

Wang Wendong could hear that his younger brother Wang Wenliang was willing to be a cultural traitor in order to publish a collection of poems that cost nothing, and became a lackey of the field to win over his brother for his master!

However, Wang Wenliang still relied on not leaving.

Wang Wendong opened the door of the study, dragged Wang Wenliang all the way out of the courtyard, pushed him out of the door, and scolded: "Don't enter my house in the future, you can go out if you want to, don't tell people that you are my brother, don't lose the face of our Wang family, get out!"

"You listen to me, you listen to me!" Wang Wenliang still wanted to explain to his brother, but Wang Wendong had already closed the door.

"Wen Dong, open the door, let's discuss again!"

Wang Wenliang continued to bang at the door, but Wang Wendong just didn't open it.

At this time, it was already night, Wang Wenliang felt bored after filming for a while, and turned around and went home.

Wang Wendong in the courtyard could no longer paint, sitting at his desk and angry with his brother.

At this moment, there was a knock on the courtyard door.

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