Qin Yan walked to the front and sat down beside Master Yu.

Master Yu was in his sixties, with a gray beard, wearing a pale blue dress, half-squinted eyes, and full of mastery.

He found a person sitting next to him, and he thought that the other party would take the initiative to compliment him, but after waiting for a few seconds, the person was still sitting next to him, without saying a word.

"Who are you?"

Master Yu was a little angry, looked to the side, and found a strange young man sitting.

Qin Yan replied, "Qin Yan, is there something wrong?"

"Is there something wrong?"

Master Yu's eyes widened, his anger continued to soar, and he roared: "You are sitting next to the old man, and you actually ask me if there is something wrong, let me ask you, can you sit in this position?"

He was almost mad, with his identity as Master Yu, even if Shen Qiansheng came over, he would take the initiative to show goodwill, but a young man he didn't know actually set up a fight with him, what was the reason?

Qin Yan frowned, and said softly: "This position is in the first row, the view is good, you can sit, why can't I sit?"

The voice fell.

Master Yu's body trembled, and his beard rose because he was angry.

"Hehe, young man, I'm afraid you don't know who I am, right?" Master Yu said with a cold face: "Old man Yu Wenqing." ”

Master Yu reported his name, with a smug look on his face, in the entire Beifeng City, as long as he is a lover of literature and art, there is no one who does not know him.

In his opinion, as long as he said his name, the young people around him would definitely be startled, and then leave in disgrace.

Unexpectedly, Qin Yan didn't raise his eyelids, but just said lightly: "Uncle Yu, look up for a long time." ”

Uncle?

Master Yu didn't come up in one breath, holding his chest, coughing constantly, he was the first person in the calligraphy and painting industry in Beifeng City, and he was actually called an old man by a junior?

"Get out, old man orders you, get out of this position immediately. ”

He couldn't bear it anymore and was on the verge of going crazy.

Qin Yan turned around, glanced at Master Yu, and asked, "This literary party is held at your house?"

After speaking, he added: "I see that you are old, is it wrong to call you an old man, besides, what qualifications do you have to let me go?"

"You, you ......"

Master Yu gritted his teeth and roared, "You wait, see if the old man is qualified?"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, attracting the attention of many people.

"Old man Yu Wenqing, you are all literature and art lovers, you come to judge, this guy is qualified to sit here?"

The others gathered over, and when they heard Master Yu's name, their faces showed compliments.

"Boy, who gave you the guts to sit next to Master Yu?"

"Master Yu is the leader of the calligraphy and painting world, what are you?"

"There are so many of us who are in the same company, and we are not qualified to sit with Master Yu, are you also worthy?"

……

Invective.

Laughter.

Sarcasm.

At this moment, like a raging storm, it crushed towards Qin Yan.

There were a few young people, in order to please Master Yu, rolled up their sleeves, wanting to teach Qin Yan a lesson.

At this moment, Shen Qiansheng's voice came.

"What's going on?"

Everyone turned around and saw Shen Qiansheng leading a group of apprentices to the front.

"Master Shen is here!"

"There's a good show to watch now!"

"Shen Qiansheng is the organizer of this party and has the right to drive people out. ”

Master Yu's eyes lit up, glanced at Qin Yan, and said to Shen Qiansheng: "Old Shen, you came just in time, there is a guy here who doesn't have long eyes, what do you say?"

"Who is so bold?"

Shen Qiansheng frowned, in the literary and artistic world, the most important thing is conduct, if you don't have cultivation, you will be spurned by many people, no matter how good the work is, you can't enter their circle and won't be recognized by everyone.

Everyone showed a gloating look and looked towards Qin Yan.

Shen Qiansheng exclaimed, "Master Qin, why are you?"

Master Qin?

What Master Qin?

Could it be that this young man, what is the origin?

What status does Shen Qiansheng have, and those who can make him a master, let alone a famous literary artist.

The crowd was secretly frightened and did not dare to speak nonsense, for fear of offending people.

"Old Shen, do you know?" Master Yu frowned, a look of displeasure on his face.

Qin Yan was calm and calm, still sitting on the chair, without the consciousness of getting up.

Shen Qiansheng said embarrassedly: "Old Yu, Master Qin is a distinguished guest this time. ”

As he spoke, he walked up to Master Yu and whispered a few words, motioning for Master Yu to give him a face.

Unexpectedly, Master Yu's face turned cold, and he raised his voice: "Nonsense, what's wrong with the sponsors, can you sit at the front with a few broken money?"

"Lao Yu, what are you doing, don't shout. Shen Qiansheng hurriedly dissuaded.

Master Yu's face was full of anger, he snorted coldly, pointed to the people around him, and said impassionedly:

"Hmph, the old man Yu Wenqing, the title of painting maniac, has lived for more than 60 years, what kind of wind and waves have not been seen, just a sponsor, and I still want to sit with the old man, and I am also worthy?"

The more he spoke, the higher his emotions became, and he roared: "Look around, we literati and ink writers, the pride of the poetry world, the wild and uninhibited calligraphy world, and the Zhengzheng style of the music industry, this is a literary gathering, you let an outsider come in, I Yu Wenqing didn't say anything, but let him sit in the most conspicuous position, hehe, Shen Qiansheng, you take money too seriously, right?"

His words were very inflammatory and aroused the emotions of the people around him.

"Yes, the ancients didn't bend their waists for five buckets of rice, why can't we?"

"What's so great about the sponsor, if he doesn't go, we'll go. ”

"Yes, Master Yu is right, we will never bow to money, if we don't have this arrogance, we don't have the face to say that we are people in the literary and artistic world. ”

……

For a time, the audience was completely boiling.

Because of Master Yu's few words, all the literati participated.

Shen Qiansheng's eyes widened, he never thought that things would come to this point, and he couldn't control it.

As for Cheng Qingxuan, she shook her head and sighed, she had long expected this kind of result.

Master Yu said: "Old Shen, you are the organizer of this literary gathering, you can handle this matter yourself, if you don't let him leave, we will leave immediately." ”

Shen Qiansheng's face turned pale, on the one hand, all the literary artists in Beifeng City, and on the other hand, the sponsors of the Han Group, neither of them wanted to offend, especially the former, if he didn't settle this matter, he Shen Qiansheng would not only be discredited, but also this life would be over.

"Qin, Master Qin, please ......"

Shen Qiansheng gritted his teeth, and under the pressure of everyone, he made a decision and looked towards Qin Yan.

Qin Yan sat on the chair and sighed only now.

He slowly stood up, glanced around, and said lightly: "The literary and artistic circles of Beifeng City, today is considered to be an insight!"

After speaking, Qin Yan sneered and turned to leave.

If he wanted to, he could compare himself with these people, no one was his opponent, but Qin Yan didn't care about it at all.

Unexpectedly, when he left, everyone cheered, as if they had won a victory, and several people continued to ridicule.

"Get out!"

"Haha, that's a shame. ”

"See, this is the unity of the literary and artistic circles. ”

……

Master Yu was triumphant and poetic, and said mockingly: "Boy, I said, you can't afford to sit in this position, hum, look at the face of the sponsor, the old man will send you a poem." ”

"Money is like dung, and talent is worth a thousand gold. ”

"No matter how much money you have, my generation of literati will not be cheap to please you. ”

The voice fell.

He stopped, turned around, and looked at Master Yu.

"Do you have an opinion?" Master Yu sneered.

Qin Yan said lightly: "Of course there is no opinion, but I also want to send you a poem." ”

"Hehe, you are not from our literary and artistic circles, and you can also write poems, okay, let's be happy. ”

Master Yu's face was full of sarcasm, and the others also burst into laughter.

Qin Yan stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes were cold, his face showed an arrogant look, and he raised his voice:

Slaughter millions of soldiers in the world,

The sword in his waist was bloody.

I smiled to myself,

Who dares to speak out again?

……

When he finished reading the last word, Qin Yan's eyes swept away, the killing intent in his eyes was vertical and horizontal, and there was a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, uninhibited, arrogant, arrogant, and arrogant, with a single momentum, shocking the residence and people.

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