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Yangzhou City, on the official road in the southeast direction.

A group of horsemen galloping, looking panicked, were fleeing for the road.

Behind the rolling dust and smoke rolled up by the horse's hooves, a group of dense figures could be faintly seen, and among the figures, some voices came: "Mr. Zihua, stay for a few days before leaving!" "Mr. Zihua, go to my house for a few days!" "Mr. Zihua, my family has a seventeen daughter, who is in her prime, how about marrying a little girl and leaving?" "Mr. Zihua, don't go......"

The group of people galloping on horseback in front of them didn't seem to hear these words, but instead sped up and desperately left these pursuers behind.

In a wood.

Seeing that all the "pursuers" behind them had disappeared, the group of riders stopped, dismounted and landed, and let the sweaty horses rest for a while.

"It's so dangerous, I was almost blocked by them just now. Classmate Zhang Yuan patted his chest and said with palpitations.

"It is said that Yangzhou people are hospitable, and when they meet a distinguished guest, they will use various means to keep the guest, and even send it to Meiji and marry their daughter, now it seems that this is true at all!" Cui Shi'an wiped the sweat on his head with his sleeve.

Zhou Ming, whose breath was also a little messy, was still a little frightened at the moment.

The forced scene two days ago was too big, and the response was so enthusiastic that it almost put me in.

In fact, his strategy was very simple: after arriving in Yangzhou, he stayed in the "Deyun Tower" and burned incense for five days, and he would not be a guest.

During these five days, he sent his classmates Zhang Yuan and Cui Shi'an out to participate in several high-class social activities in Yangzhou City, such as poetry parties, cocktail parties, banquets, etc., which made enough warm-up and foreshadowing for the upcoming appearance of his "Mr. Zihua".

Why?

Because these two classmates of Zhou Ming are not idle people.

Zhang Yuan, 24 years old, medium height, good facial features, good at writing poems, especially the five-character poems he wrote, even Zhou Ming thought that if there was no [Tang Poetry and Song Ci Daquan] in his head as a reference, the original poems he wrote by himself would definitely not be as good as this talented classmate.

Cui Shi'an, 26 years old, tall and handsome, from a poor family, because of the good writing of the article, was admitted to Wenyuan Academy, and the academy also exempted him from some tuition and miscellaneous fees, his articles are vast and majestic, and he is recognized by everyone in Wenyuan Academy, and the article is the only person who can be compared with "Qingzhou Xueba", Zhou Ming also admitted that in addition to the breadth of knowledge, Cui Shi'an is worse than himself, and his pattern momentum is not much worse than himself.

Zhou Ming brought two talented classmates with him, the intention is like this, geniuses and geniuses together, only then can they have a common topic, in order to learn from each other's strengths, Zhou Ming got a lot of inspiration from them, and under the long-term mutual influence, Zhang Yuan and Cui Shi'an, naturally draw more nutrients from him.

Therefore, if Zhou Ming himself is the world's first-rate celebrity, these two classmates, not to mention the same first-class, quasi-first-class and second-rate celebrities definitely have the level, and they still hold on to some "small scenes".

Therefore, in the five days of burning incense and bathing, Zhou Ming's two classmates each gained a lot of fame points and had a lot of fans in Yangzhou City.

And the role of these two classmates is just to make a publicity warm-up for his debut, so when each upper-class activity is about to end, in the praise, Zhang Yuan and Cui Shi'an will modestly say: "Mr. Zihua's talent is ten times better than ours, and we are far inferior!"

Even, the two of them also made an image analogy: "There is one stone in the world, we can get half a bucket, Fan Yang Lu Zhaolin can get half a bucket, the world can be divided into one bucket, Mr. Zihua, you can get eight buckets!"

After the allusion of Cai Gao Badou came out, Yangzhou up and down, for the already famous "Mr. Zihua", the inner expectations were more eager, and the letters of worship and requests sent were piled up.

It wasn't until Mr. Zihua's classmate Lu Wencai stood up and announced that the "Taihu Poetry Meeting" would be held on the shore of Taihu Lake, and when Mr. Zihua would also come to the stage, the entire Yangzhou City was a sensation, including Yangzhou's wealthy businessmen, Yangzhou Thorn History, literary figures from all walks of life, and officialdom figures, almost all of them went to the scene of the "Taihu Poetry Club" twenty miles west of the city, and saw the long-admired "Mr. Zihua" - a young and handsome, green shirt and white clothes, long sword and jade, gestures, looking forward to it, all like a god and a fairy Mr. Zihua.

The story that happened after that is why people are fleeing in confusion today.

"Go to Guangling County, Guangling County is only more than 200 miles away from Yangzhou City, the Guangling Tian family, and my Anping Tian family, or two branches in the same line, Anping Tian's family is a branch of the family, and the Guangling Tian family is a branch of the family...... However, this order has now been reversed by the Guangling Tian family, and it's time to go and say hello to them, tell them to pay attention and fix this problem......"

After resting, Zhou Ming took everyone and headed in the direction of Guangling City!

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Guangling Tian is the land of Yangzhou, the home of a giant who has stood for 500 years and has been prosperous!

Even, in this prosperous era, the Guangling Tianjia has a more prosperous development trend!

Sixty percent of the world's salt industry is in the hands of this family.

Of the 80,000 people in Guangling City, eighty percent are from the Tian clan.

In Yangzhou, there are countless industries, countless resources, and countless high-ranking officials, all of which are closely related to this family.

Even, in Yangzhou City, those salt merchants who are as rich as dirt and extremely luxurious are just small minions attached to this family.

After all, how can a 500-year-old giant be taken lightly?

Therefore, although Zhou Ming came to Guangling City with the purpose of finding faults, after entering the city, he still sent someone to send a message of worship in a low-key manner, and visited the family in the name of the son-in-law of the Haipingtian clan and the relatives of the Guanglingtian clan.

"Father, this Tian Zihua, since he was a child prodigy, in Wenyuan Academy, known as Qingzhou Xueba, and then founded Zihua Book House, in the field of articles, poems, novels, etc., has special talents, in the field of painting, but also created a school of comics, known as Haiping Wenxian! Recently, it is rumored that Tian Jiantian Zihua, who is rumored to be 'a genius and has a total of one stone, and he has eight buckets'! Unexpectedly, he is actually a side line disciple of our Guangling Tian family, and I should call him a cousin, hahahaha! Father, this cousin, let the child receive you!"

In the room, an adult man with a short beard looked at the greeting post on the table, his eyes flashed eagerly, and he said to the middle-aged man in front of him with an excited face.

"Cheng'er, you go, treat yourself as a first-class guest. ”

The middle-aged man was expressionless, handed the worship post to the eldest son Tian Cheng, saw his son holding the worship post, and rushed out of the room, the middle-aged man's face suddenly turned cold, and he snorted coldly: "It's only eight buckets, and I'm not afraid of the wind flashing my tongue!"

As a distinguished guest, in the castle-like VIP room of the Tian family, stayed for three days, and on the fourth day, as Zhou Ming expected, some young and vigorous juniors of the Guangling Tian family, finally a few, couldn't help jumping out, and at a banquet, they wanted to "ask" Mr. Zihua by name.

Of course, Zhou Ming is willing to accompany him, poetry and songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, the six arts of gentlemen, and even some side roads, you can let the horse come.

Even, Zhou Ming also increased the code, made a bet, at the banquet, in front of Tian Kuang, the head of the Tian family, let out a wild speech: "If you lose any game in Xia, from now on, you will withdraw from the literary world, and you will no longer deceive the world and steal your name in front of everyone! If you win in Xia, should the ancestral tablet and genealogy of the Tian clan be returned to the Anping Tian clan?"

The family and the country, the family first, the ancestral tablet and genealogy, such as religious beliefs, is the world, is the most important thing for people, and the Guangling Tian clan, from the hands of the Anping Tian clan, the means of snatching the ancestral genealogy is not bright, fifty years ago, it was Tian Yin, the head of the Guangling Tian clan, personally took three thousand elite soldiers, rushed to Qingzhou, in the name of "borrowing the ancestral genealogy, one year later, it will be returned", the means are extremely despicable.

Because the time when this incident happened was not long ago, the younger generation of the Guanglingtian clan did not have any impression, or did not know that there was such a thing at all, and there was an uproar, but among the middle-aged and elderly generation, they still knew about this matter and knew it very well.

Therefore, as soon as Zhou Ming's words came out, Tian Kuang, who was already hostile to his arrival, or the head of the family who was a little weak-hearted, did not dare to accept this stubble at all, nor did he dare to agree to this bet.

However, when he saw that the juniors in the family who were outstanding in learning were angered by his wild words, and stood up one by one to challenge this "Mr. Zihua", Tian Kuang, the head of the family, had to pick out the most outstanding dozen children of the clan after this banquet, ready to suppress the arrogance of this Haiping Tian family's son-in-law!

Tian Kuang muttered: "Thinking of my Guangling Tian family, there are countless young talents, and there are many people with extraordinary talents and outstanding talents! An will be afraid of you, a hairy boy? Boy, this time, you will not only flash your tongue! In the future, you will have to obediently withdraw from the literary world and become the retired Tian Jiaweng!"

Tian Kuang's heart is full of confidence!

Three days later, the sky was clear, and the suburbs of Guangling City were a place where outings and gatherings were often held!

A talent competition is being held!

Haiping Wen Xian Tian Zihua VS Guangling Tian Jia Eighteen Best Young Talents.

A disparity competition between more against less, home against away, and 3,000 home supporters against more than a dozen away supporters has officially begun!

However, at the beginning of the competition, the performance of the Guangling Tian family, the eighteen best young talents, was shocking and in an uproar.

Tian Qian, a poet, wrote a seven-word quatrain that can be sung through the ages, which attracted applause from the audience, but instead, he was shocked by a more brilliant seven-word poem, and he sighed to himself.

Tian Ming, as an empowered hand, wrote a good article, he once wrote a "Yangzhou Fu", in Yangzhou City, caused the phenomenon of "Yangzhou paper expensive", he should not miss again, right? Sorry, the article he wrote today, although it can be called a first-class masterpiece, but compared to Tian Zihua's creation, which can be called the first Fu of the ages, "Heaven on Earth", rhetoric, battle, rhyme and other aspects, are inferior. The world's paper is expensive", "Heaven on Earth" is okay.

Tian Qi, a young Go genius, the most powerful Go player in Yangzhou, was once his defeat, but in today's Go project, he only took 120 moves, and he lost.

Tian Shu, a mathematical genius, was beaten tragically.

There are also competitions in strategy, painting, calligraphy, swordsmanship, archery, etc., all of which were completely abused by Tian Zihua.

After a series of seventeen projects, Guangling Tian's talents were defeated in every game.

A feeling of pessimism, frustration, despair and powerlessness enveloped the hearts of the young talents of the Tian family and more than 3,000 supporters.

Looking at Tian Zihua, who was personable and confident on the stage, a question arose in everyone's hearts: Is there really someone in this world who can be evil to this extent?

"Don't be afraid, we still have Sister Fuxiang! Sister Fuxiang's piano skills are unparalleled in the world, even her mentor Mr. Ji Kang said that in this world, there will be no second person's piano skills, we can surpass Sister Fuxiang, we will not lose, we still have hope!"

A deafening voice came from the crowd.

Everyone in the Tian family was shocked!

"Yes, we still have Sister Fuxiang, how can we lose?"

"I have heard the sound of Sister Fuxiang's piano, and I stood there stupidly for a long time, and I felt in my heart: The sound of the piano in the world is better than this, and it should be impossible to hear it elsewhere, right?"

"I heard that there was a cow that had not eaten grass for three days and three nights and almost starved to death after listening to the sound of a piano played by Sister Fuxiang...... In order not to kill in vain, I heard that Sister Fuxiang dared to play a song only in a place where there were no living souls. ”

"I'm going to win this game! That Haiping Wen Xiantian Zihua, who has attainments in music and rhythm, has no name, and when he meets our Sister Fuxiang, he will definitely lose!"

"If Tian Zihua can win here, I am willing to put my head under the throne of the monarchs!"

The people of the Tian clan seemed to have been injected with a shot of strength, and they were full of confidence.

In the enthusiastic discussion of everyone, a woman wearing a white dress, her skin is like ice and snow, and her temperament is like a fairy out of the dust, holding a strange piano with black color, simple shape, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, she stood opposite Zhou Ming after walking on stage.

The air around seemed to be windless, and from the body of the woman holding the qin, Zhou Ming felt a strong pressure.