"Yo, this old man is a little interesting, a certain family wants to see, he can't get in. Zhou Tong touched his black hair and laughed.

He was unhappy in his heart, and now when he encountered someone making a scene, he wanted to fight. If the 'Makifang Pavilion' is not in accordance with the rules, it is just the opportunity to take this opportunity to get back the lost face.

Gongsun Zhi was also full of interest, and watched the excitement side by side with Zhou Tong.

Wang Chong didn't care about this excitement, but he was very interested in this old man. When you think about it in this way, you immediately move your consciousness and come into contact with the 'aura' of the spiritual space.

After the dazed drift of the rising sun, Wang Chong stood in the 'Picture Scroll World'.

Since this area was unfamiliar to him, it was shrouded in fog. But outside the courtyard walls of the Makifang Pavilion, everyone present was clearly visible.

Gongsun Zhi and Zhou Tong, there is still a causal line that extends into the distance.

In addition, Wang Chong actually found a causal line in the old man.

Hey?

What surprised Wang Chong even more was that the trapped fruit on the old man's body was actually connected to Wang Chong himself.

'Does he have strong cause and effect with me?'

Or is there some kind of significant event between me and him?'

Wang Chong pondered silently in surprise, although he couldn't figure out the specific identity of this old man for the time being, but from the perspective of cause and effect, this old man must not be simple.

'The senior master who pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger?'

Because of this doubt, Wang Chong did not rashly 'appear in front of people'. On the premise of not understanding the strength of the other party, such an approach will bring unpredictable consequences.

In Wang Chong's planning, the method of 'the king of heaven descending and appearing before people' should be used with caution and not abused. With his current strength, it is enough to master Gongsun Zhi and Zhou Tong.

The road must be walked step by step, and the believers must surrender one by one, and it is not yet the time for waves.

Wang Chong tried to dial the hour scale back in time, but was surprised to find that the old man had disappeared from the map.

In other words, this old man suddenly appeared in the Makiyokan.

'Definitely a hidden master who pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger!' Wang Chong silently defined the old man as a highly vigilant figure.

Then he tried to turn the hour scale forward to the future.

As a result, the old man entered the Makiyokan, but disappeared into the fog and was invisible.

Although the results are not detailed, he will definitely be able to enter the Makiyokan. Wang Chong came to a conclusion, didn't think about it anymore, and immediately withdrew from the world of the picture scroll and returned to reality.

Xu San and a few martial servants over there, when they heard the old man finish speaking, they were immediately angry and not good. Because according to the rules, the old man was not wrong.

As everyone knows, the Oiran Gu Mei girl of the Maifang Pavilion is a talented girl. She is not only a beautiful Jiazhou City, with excellent color and art, but also a multi-talented and learned person, and she loves poetry and is obsessed.

Since Gu Mei came to the Yingfang Pavilion, she has set up rules. Every half month, the Makifang Pavilion will hang a poem plaque. If someone can write poems that fit the topic and get the approval of Miss Gu Mei, they can become guests at the bedside.

In the past three years, I don't know how many literati want to come out on top and become famous with a poem, but the ending is not very good.

If you write poorly or mediocrely, Gu Mei throws out a comment, and the whole Jiazhou City will know it on the same day. It can immediately discredit you, you can't lift your head, and you stink......

If you can't eat fish and get fishy, most literati don't dare to take off the poetry card easily. Even if there are brave and talented readers, they must consider and consider before they dare to come to the Maifang Pavilion to write poems.

Wang Chong also admired Gu Mei's approach after learning about it.

Because of the ancient environment, it was not easy to become famous. Gu Mei borrowed the wonderful hand of poetry, which not only raised herself, but also raised the grade of the Yingfang Pavilion.

And associated with scholars, whether in the court or in the opposition, Gu Mei's reputation will rise.

After the old man finished speaking, he saw Xu San and several guards looking at each other, and did not stop him, and immediately beckoned again:

"What are you stunned about? Take a pen and paper, and the old man wants to write a poem. ”

Xu San gritted his teeth and could only look back and command.

After a while, a little maid came out with a pen and paper, frowning at the old man.

"Sir, if you can't write it, you have to eat ......the board," the little maid reminded in a soft voice.

"The old man's poetic talent, how can he be in vain?

The old man lifted his sleeves, held the pen in his hand, stared at the white paper held by the little maid, and pondered the poem card next to the white paper.

The poem reads: "Five Rules, Snow Scene in the River".

Xu San and a few martial servants of the pavilion stared at the old man with fierce eyes. Wang Chong and others were also curious, and they gathered around one after another.

The old man raised his eyebrows and raised his wrists, biting the tip of his pen, although he was thin and old, but with such a serious attitude, he spontaneously gave birth to a literati temperament with self-confidence and poetry and books.

Just when everyone was concentrating and paying attention to how the old man wrote.

The old man bit the tip of his pen, suddenly raised his head and asked:

"It's only late autumn, why do you want to write about the snow scene?

The little maid almost choked in one breath, and only said after a while: "This is a poem card written on the theme of the museum, just because the autumn is about to go to the cold, and I feel it......"

"Oh......"

The old man nodded, raised his wrist and pen again, was silent for a long time, and then asked: "Do you have to write about the river? The old man is not very familiar with the river......

Everyone in the audience was holding back the fire, and one of the guards scolded loudly:

"Old thing, can you write poetry? If you can't write it today, our fists don't recognize people!"

The old man glared back: "Why are you a coarse person panicking? Writing poetry is about artistic conception, and the old man's artistic conception is brewing, how can he urge it? It's really vulgar!"

The more Wang Chong looked at it, the amused it became, thought about it, approached the old man, and whispered:

"I have an occasional little poem, with river and snow, and the old gentleman can take it to brew. ”

The old man glanced up at Wang Chong, and said a little unhappily: "You are not much younger than the old man, what are you shouting, old man?

Zhou Tong raised his eyebrows, and was about to get angry, but Gongsun Zhi hurriedly glared to stop him.

Wang Chong was not angry at all, leaned close to the old man's ear, and said the first two sentences:

"Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of paths and people disappear ......"

No one else heard these two sentences, but the old man heard them clearly, and he was suddenly shocked, and muttered: "There is no snow in a word, but snow is known everywhere, it is really a quatrain!"

At this moment, he recalled the 'mountain' and 'path' in this sentence, and he was even more overjoyed, and felt that his heart was ironed. Looking at Wang Chong again, he feels like a confidant.

"What about the next? How to write the last two sentences?" the old man asked urgently.

Everyone in the audience saw that the old man was so impatient, and they were all full of curiosity. But I didn't hear the first two sentences, and I couldn't help but feel itchy.

Wang Chong whispered in his ear again:

"Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow. ”

"Wonderful!!" The old man was so happy that the wrinkles on his face bloomed, and he danced with his hands, "The first two sentences are absolutely absolute, and the last two sentences are even more exquisite!

He thought of the phrase 'lonely boat' in this sentence, like himself. Thinking of 'fishing alone in the cold river and snow', the kind of lonely and out-of-the-world demeanor is even more joyful.

"This poem is occasional, given to Mr., goodbye, farewell!"

Wang Chong retreated, bowed to the old man, then turned around and gave a look, and slowly left with Gongsun Zhi and Zhou Tong.

The old man was still immersed in the artistic conception of the poem, shaking his head, and the ink on his pen was spilled everywhere.

The little maid was about to cry: "Old man, if you don't write again, I'll ...... I'm mad!"

"Write, of course you have to write! The old man has this quatrain, and he will definitely come out on top today!"

The old man proudly waved his pen, and wrote the poem on the white paper in one go.

The little maid didn't look at it much, picked up the paper and ink and hurried back to the courtyard.

Xu San and a few guards were all rough embryos, they only read a few words, and they didn't care if they were poems or not, they just surrounded the old man with cold eyes.

If Gu Mei throws this poem back, then this old man must be full of hob meat.

......

Inside the Makifang Museum.

In the main hall, guests sit in two rows on the long seats that are richly decorated.

The main and guest seats are Hao Lan, and the opposite one is the Liuli Pavilion of Jiazhou, who is also known as the first talent in Jiazhou.

Hao Lan was accompanied by Monk Tanji, and across from him sat a middle-aged man in ordinary clothes. Then there are several other beauties of warblers and swallows, each of whom sits together.

On the main seat of the long seat, there was a beautiful woman who was nearly twenty years old.

This woman was born with skin better than snow, and her eyebrows were like smoke, like an immortal in a painting. What is rare is that her eyes are clear, and even in this fireworks place, she also gives birth to a clear and beautiful temperament, which is pitiful.

Jiazhou Oiran Gu Mei, although a single name is a charming word, but it is famous for her talent. Because of this, it can show a unique style that can only be viewed from a distance and cannot be blasphemed.

"It's just a nonsense old man, why should the owner give him paper and pen, isn't it an insult to his own identity. ”

"Yes, hall master, let Xu San leave, so as not to delay Lord Liu's interest. ”

A few beauties who sat with them talked and laughed.

"If you have a rule in the Makfang Pavilion, you have to abide by it, how can it be different from person to person. Gu Mei's voice was elegant, just flicking her jade-like fingers to cook tea.

"Miss Gu Mei's talent, crowned Jiazhou. It is also common for people to come here. Liu Liting smiled.

"Come on, come on, have another drink, and cheer up Miss Gu Mei!" Monk Tanji laughed and raised his glass to invite.

At this moment, the little maid hurried in with paper and ink.

"Owner, this is a poem written by that old gentleman. ”

Gu Mei nodded, her eyes wandered, and fell on the poems written on the white paper.

Ding-bell!

With a sound, the teaspoon between Gu Mei's fingers fell.

Her face changed, her eyes were full of joy and admiration, and she said in a voice:

"Quick! go and get the old gentleman in!"