Yan Li entered the palace with an ugly face, and came out with an even more ugly face. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The only difference is that after changing into a clean robe, the wound seems to be intact.

As soon as he came out, the palace gate happened to be under the key, and he walked out of the imperial city bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, suddenly paused, turned around, and showed a smile for some reason, "Others laugh at me for being too crazy, I laugh at others and can't see through it." ”

When I returned to the Resentful Kite Tower, I called a bucket of hot water, took a shower, and changed my clothes.

During the process, I checked my body and found that the trauma was indeed healed. Although the unknown ointment had brought him inhuman suffering, it did have a miraculous effect.

Not long after meditating, he suddenly heard footsteps, he opened his eyes, and estimated that Lian Haichang was coming today.

Sure enough, there was a knock on the door, and even Hai Changjin's voice rang out: "Brother Yan, I heard that you have been released, and I said that I can't make the trip tonight." ”

"Come in. ”

The door was pushed open, and Lian Hai Changjin walked in with a jade fan, and when he saw Yan Li intact, he said with a smile: "It seems that the Holy Lord is quite serious to you, and even helped you heal your injuries." ”

Yan Li said lightly: "Your news is very well-informed. ”

Lian Hai Changjin smiled: "It's not that I can't help him, and there are a lot of joints." Moreover, not long after you were caught, you were summoned by the Holy Lord, and you lost your usefulness below. ”

Yan Li sneered: "Don't be sentimental. How do you know that I am doing things for the Holy One?"

Lian Hai Changjin blinked and said, "Oh no, it's not good, it's a leak, this is indeed a secret, Brother Yan won't kill it, right?"

Yan Li was surprised by the intelligence network of the first village, and his face was silent, "You leave right now, you can pick up a life." ”

Lian Hai Changjin smiled and said, "That's not good, Brother Yan forgot about our transaction yesterday?"

Yan Li said angrily: "I was just seriously injured, how can I have the energy to drink flower wine, you can go by yourself!"

"I heard below," Lian Hai Changjin said with a smile, "The second prince of the Martial God Mansion will also come to Caiyunfang tonight, and he is the noble son who is most likely to be received by Miss Youwei." ”

"Wang Yuanqing!" Yan Li's eyes were cold.

Immediately looked at Lian Hai Changjin coldly, "Do you think I will be used by you?"

Lian Hai Changjin closed the jade fan and said innocently: "Does Brother Yan feel malicious to you below?"

"Malicious or benevolent. Yan Li sneered, "You can't escape the use value." ”

Lian Hai Changjin said with a smile: "Regarding this, I will not deny it, and I will not let Brother Yan contribute in vain." ”

"You want me to be your gunman, there are no doors, let alone windows......"

"Ten Shadowless Star Silks. Lian Haichang smiled today.

"Hu ......" Yan Li spit out the last word in a daze.

Then with a smile on his face, he warmly shook Lian Hai Changjin's hand, "Brother Lian Hai, it is useful for me to leave Yanli, just say, hahahaha......"

The smile on Lian Hai Changjin's face stiffened for the first time. It took a while to squeeze out a sentence, "You are the most elusive person I have ever met." ”

Caiyunfang is the first brothel in the land of China, and there is no one.

Covering an area of 17 acres, Caiyunfang is the largest archway in Yongling. Seventy-two large houses are scattered and brightly lit, which is a fantasy town for ecstasy and a paradise for men. Compared to the silence of Yongling after nightfall, it was like another world.

This night is especially lively, because today is the day when Caiyunfang's top brand Yu Youwei picks up customers.

Today is also a good day for the other girls, because the men who come to see this kind of excitement rarely control the lower half of their bodies.

The noisy entrance of Caiyunfang was crowded with spectators.

"The bustard hasn't come out to preside over the welcoming ceremony?"

"That's right, I've been waiting for so long, when will the three levels of entry start?"

A high platform was erected in front of the steps, and in the murmur of the spectators, the old bustard with heavy makeup was late.

"Uncles are really anxious. When the bustard saw the crowd of people, it was like seeing a moving silver ticket, and he smiled from ear to ear.

"The old rule is that before the entry level, there are only three places, and the one with the highest price wins.

The bustard's voice fell, and a fat man in gorgeous clothes said loudly, "Ten thousand taels!"

For 10,000 taels, you can already buy a shadowless star silk. Just for a spot, it's a little too expensive. Those eager prostitutes couldn't help but hang their heads.

The fat man in Chinese clothes triumphantly swept over the group of prostitutes and said, "10,000 taels to buy a place, who can be more sincere than me?"

"One hundred thousand. ”

At this moment, three voices rang out in the crowd.

The audience was silent, and the fat man in the fancy dress had an ugly face, and finally gave up.

"One hundred thousand taels, is there any higher? Is there anything higher?" the old bustard was happy.

The three people who gave out 100,000 taels were invited to the stage, and the audience immediately whispered.

"It turned out to be the young owner of Lianhai Money Village, no wonder he is so rich!"

"Isn't that the second son of the Martial God Mansion?"

"That's Wei Jun, the son of Da Sima......"

Yan Li stood behind Lian Hai Changjin, he deliberately wore a black coat with a hood, covering most of his face, so Wang Yuanqing didn't recognize him.

Not only did Lian Hai Changjin have helpers, but there were two people standing behind the other two.

Yan Li's gaze swept over Wang Yuanqing and fell on the third person.

From the whispers from the audience, he learned that this person's name is Wei Jun, and his father is the great Sima Wei Xi, who is in charge of the world's soldiers and horses, and his status is still above the Martial God Mansion.

But the influence of the martial gods in the folk is unmatched, so it can be regarded as equal.

Wei Jun looks about twenty-five or sixteen, he is the oldest, and he looks quite heroic, but he has no arrogance in his eyes, and he doesn't hide it at all, and he knows that he is a second ancestor at a glance.

"Since there is no higher bid, the quota belongs to the three sons. The old bustard smiled and took the silver ticket from the hands of the three people, "The three sons wait a minute, and the slave family will go to ask for the three passes." ”

After that, he turned around and went in, and soon came out, with a masked woman in white behind him.

The woman in white said in a cold tone: "The first level of the three levels of entry, the song is high and low, please compose poems by the passers, and the topic stem is of your own choice, and the time is two quarters of an hour." ”

After saying that, he turned around and left.

The first level is not a decisive victory, but the poems made need to be approved by Yu Youwei before they can enter the next level.

The old bustard smiled and said: "The three sons, please come to the building, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone have been prepared." ”

The group suddenly moved inside.

Yan Li suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye, and looked at it fixedly, but it was a man who was following Wang Yuanqing, and when he saw the person's face clearly, he couldn't help but be stunned, wasn't that person Lu Cuiche, the master of the Qin Dao?

Three people, or three teams, each went into the attic.

Lian Hai Changjin said with a smile: "Brother Yan take a rest first, I'm going to hurry up." ”

"They have all invited Master Rulin to help, why don't you find one?" Yan said.

Lian Hai Changjin sighed and said: "Wang Yuanqing Weijun invited them all from their childhood enlightenment mentors, how can those people be so easy to invite, all of them are above the top, there is no name, just gold and silver treasures, please do not move." ”

"Fake Qinggao!" Yan Li sneered disdainfully.

"Who said it wasn't!" even Hai Changjin thought deeply.

Yan Li's heart suddenly moved, and he remembered "Fixing the Storm".

If he were to do it, he would definitely not be able to do it, but if it was that poem, he might be able to monopolize the turtle's head before the three levels of entry.

"How's it going, are you inspired?" he asked quietly.

Lian Hai Changjin smiled bitterly and said, "After a while, how can you make words worthy of Brother Yan." ”

Yan Li's eyes were cold, and his heart was sure enough. But he didn't rush to debunk it, just said lightly: "I was fortunate enough to see a poem, you listen to it......"

He read out "Fixing the Storm".

The more he listened to it, the more shocked he became, the more surprised he became, and finally he wrote it on the paper without hesitation, and the payment was not ambiguous, and his name was written before Yan Li stopped him.

Yan Li frowned, a little uncomfortable.

Two quarters of an hour passed in a blink of an eye, and the three of them each presented the written writing, and the woman in white sent it to the warm pavilion.

Of course, the first level will not be in a hurry to announce the answer, only the result of passing the level.

It didn't take long for the woman in white to come out and say, "The three sons have all passed the level, please go to the next level, and the antelope will hang its horns." ”

The three of them had already prepared, and each took out a brocade robe and handed it to the woman in white.

The name of "antelope hanging horns", although it is called mysterious, is actually a gift. And it's not an ordinary gift, at least it should make the recipient feel novel, that is, they have never seen it, or heard it but haven't seen it.

There are a lot of strange things, but who knows what Yu Youwei has seen and what she hasn't seen.

Yan Li became more and more disgusted with this tricky way of breaking through.

Not long after, the woman in white came out and asked the three of them to prepare for the third level, and listed the title: "Miss said, ask the three to play the piano and sing the works of Fang Cai on the spot, whoever has a higher realm will be the guest of honor this year." ”

This is not only the competition between the third level and the three stacks, but also the competition between the high and low of the first level.

Interpreting one's own works means that the interpreter has to play and sing at the same time, which is a great test of technique and mood.

"I'll come first!" Wei Jun was the first to shout.

Then he turned around and said to an old gentleman behind him: "Sir, as long as you win this game, you will be prosperous and rich for the rest of your life!"

The old gentleman nodded faintly and went to the stage.

At this time, the people in the audience were shocked and knew that the climax of this year's three levels was coming.

The old gentleman ignored the audience, sat on the piano platform, touched the strings with his hands, and fell into the realm of himself. He played the piano song "Yangguan Three Stacks".

"The winding path of Qianmo is actually cold......"

is a poem, and the first sentence is full of simplicity and desolation, as well as the cruel helplessness of reality. I think that the old gentleman's situation is really not good, otherwise he would not have fallen to this point.

His piano skills are not particularly clever, but with his old and hoarse voice, it sounds unique.

"Hundreds of generations of people taste ......"

The years are close to ancient times, and after how many winds and rains, I am tired, and I am embarrassed.

"Tonight, watching the ancient and modern times and the moon, like a lonely fluttering firefly......"

After a song, the old gentleman stood up and went back to the building.

The audience immediately burst into loud applause.

Wang Yuanqing said to Lian Hai Changjin: "Brother Lian Hai, it's better for you to invite first, I'm afraid that the people you bring will not have the face to come to the stage." ”

Lian Hai Changjin said with a smile: "Brother Wang doesn't need to be polite, just invite first." ”

Wang Yuanqing was not reluctant, and bowed his hand slightly to the man next to him, "There is Master Lao." ”

The man who is called the master is not Lu Cuiche, the master of the piano road?

Rutrai also has a great reputation in Eireung, Kyoto. As soon as he stepped on stage, he immediately ignited the excitement of the audience.

"I didn't expect to hear Master Lu's performance in my lifetime......"

"Yes, the second son can invite him, which shows his sincerity......"

"The guest who entered the curtain tonight is undoubtedly in the bag of the second son. ”

When Rutricher heard the discussion, he was smug. But as soon as he sat down in front of the piano table, his expression changed.

"The smoke is vast, the red dust is obscure, and the road is endless. ”

This is undoubtedly a word, beginning with the vast and the small, revealing a magnificent atmosphere. In the end, the three words "inexhaustible" are even more wonderful. On the basis of the magnificent atmosphere, it adds a kind of indifference to the world, and in terms of artistic conception alone, it far surpasses the poems of the first old gentleman.

Lu Cuiche played "Xiaoxiang Water Cloud", which was originally a song that expressed unintended emotions and depression, but when he played it in his hand, it had a sense of seclusion in the world.

"New dreams, wake up silver threads, thousands of years of difficulty and relatives, wind fluctuations, swaying grass, the world only asks about fame. ”

The style of the song suddenly changed, and it became extremely emotional. Ruttricher's voice also became hoarse, like a whisper lingering in his ears.

Everyone seemed to be floating in front of them, and they couldn't help but be moved by his feelings of worrying about the country and the people, and sighed secretly.

"Who dares to climb to the sky alone, climb to the sky!"

The tune suddenly soared, raising everyone's hearts high.

"Ten Years of Dream Mu Taixu ......"

But it turned out to be a big dream, and my heart fell down again.

"Leisurely, the finishing touch in Ruyang Palace. ”

In the end, the "leisurely" here, revealing the freedom of the landscape, echoes the indifference of the first sentence of "the road is inexhaustible", and completes this poem.

Before he could get up, there was a thunderous cheer from below.

Wang Yuanqing clapped his hands with a faint smile and said, "Master Lu's piano skills are getting better and better. ”

Wei Jun is a straw bag, he doesn't know how to appreciate it, so he has to look at the old gentleman and say, "What does the gentleman think?"

The old gentleman said lightly: "The old man sighs to himself. ”

Wei Jun's face suddenly turned pale.

Wang Yuanqing looked at Lian Hai Changjin and said with a smile: "Brother Lian Hai, what do you think?"

"Who knows?" Lian Hai Changjin turned to Yan Li, "Brother Yan, please." ”

Yan Li took off his black robe and walked out.

Wang Yuanqing was stunned when he saw Yan Li, and then sneered: "It turned out to be you, it seems that you still don't understand the meaning of humility." ”

Lu Cui Chezhi walked in proudly, and when he saw Yan Li's face, his face suddenly froze.

Yan Li didn't look at him, he crossed over, and when he was about to reach the stage, he suddenly turned around, looked straight at Wang Yuanqing, and said, "I will let you know what is truly humble." ”