"Xiao Yu? Is it the proton of the Tang Kingdom who came to the beam? Han Ning asked deliberately.

The woman said: "That's right, it's him, since he came to this Daliang City, this Xiao Yu hasn't put his mind on cultivation all these years, but he has studied this qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, and I don't know why the saint will leave such a person in Daliang City as a proton today." ”

Bu Qingyun and Han Ning glanced at each other, this is really a coincidence, it seems that he will be able to find one tonight and meet this Xiao Yu, and it is also a poetry club, this is Han Ning's strength, but writing poetry is not his strength, this copying poetry is his strength, thinking of this, he has a plan in his heart.

There was still an hour left for this poetry club, and they could wait slowly, so they followed the shopkeeper to a private room on the sixth floor and ordered some wine and food.

"Senior, if this Xiao Yu is really what the shopkeeper said, aren't we looking for the wrong person, isn't such a person the same as a waste?" Bu Qingyun said with a frown.

Han Ning glared at him and said, "What are you anxious about, we haven't seen this person yet, we can't deny others just by a few words from this shopkeeper, Taigong Zhang is so sure that the future luck is in this Tang Kingdom, how can we try it." ”

"That's what the seniors said." Bu Qingyun scratched his head.

Han Ning continued: "And this Xiao Yu doesn't have to concentrate on cultivation doesn't necessarily mean that this person is a waste, this monarch who dominates the side doesn't necessarily need strong strength, just need to have a smart mind, maybe this Xiao Yu is deliberate?" ”

"Deliberately? What does the predecessor mean that Xiao Yu deliberately let King Liang dispel his vigilance against him? ”

Han Ning nodded, "It's just my guess, no matter what, we have to go and meet him, if it is really Taigong Zhang who found the wrong person, we will continue to look for clues in this Great Liang City." ”

Bu Qingyun nodded, and boasted to Han Ning that he was also proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

While the two were chatting. Wine and food also came up, a pot of warm wine, a table of hearty meals.

"Senior, you taste it first, it is said that this drunken Xiangju has a special seasoning, and it is said that even ordinary meals are cooked with this seasoning. It will also turn into a superb delicacy. Bu Qingyun said to Han Ning.

"And this kind of thing?" Han Ning asked.

"That's right, I heard from a monk the other day, and it is said that even monks can't resist the temptation of this delicacy." Bu Qingyun looked at the twelve delicious dishes on the table and said.

There are also chickens, fish, meat and eggs on the Immortal Continent, after all, the heavens are similar and complementary, Han Ning took a closer look, there were really six dishes on this table that were ordinary ingredients, a crispy duck, a braised egg, a steamed fish and three vegetables. The remaining three are the flesh of the spirit beast.

Han Ning has always been very interested in things in the food industry, this monk is already sober enough, since he has a taste that monks can't resist, then it is naturally not a simple thing.

He picked up the chopsticks and stuffed a piece of crispy duck into his mouth, a rich fragrance filled his mouth and nose, the aroma of duck meat seemed to be completely stimulated, and the meat was also very soft and strong. And that's just ordinary ducks.

"Senpai, how's that?" Bu Qingyun saw Han Ning's appearance and enjoyed it very much, so he asked.

"Hmm. That's nice, are you sure it's just a dish made from an ordinary duck? Han Ning asked.

Bu Qingyun patted his chest, "I can guarantee that some ordinary ducks will come into this drunken Xiangju every day, all of which are collected from farmers outside the city." ”

"If that's the case, this spice is really priceless." Han Ning's mind came alive. Wouldn't it be like a tiger if there was this spice on the island in the middle of the lake?

Bu Qingyun also ate this, a piece of duck meat into his mouth, he immediately showed a shocked look, and then his mouth was stuffed with food, it seems that he is indeed very satisfied with these tastes.

Han Ning has eaten countless delicacies. But the food here still made him a little surprised, it seems that this drunken Xiangju is indeed a little capable.

He Bu Qingyun drank wine and ate delicious food, and time flickered for an hour.

At this time, the noise in the center of the drunken incense became more and more numerous, and as a result, many people passed by their doors, and it seemed that the poetry meeting was about to begin.

Bu Qingyun was full of wine and food, at this time he was knocking on the wine glass to compose a poem, and he didn't squeeze out anything after brewing for a long time, seeing so many people walking by, he simply stood up and didn't want to think about it, "Senior, this poetry meeting is about to start, let's go." ”

Han Ning nodded, got up and walked out of the room with Bu Qingyun.

Sure enough, now it is very lively outside, this drunken incense house is like a gathering, crowded with people, and they are all going to the sixth floor, and not only male monks, but also many female monks appear, which makes some people who want to take the opportunity to find Taoist couples very excited.

The atmosphere was hot, Han Ning smiled slightly, he is also a person who likes to be lively, he naturally wants to participate in such an event.

At the top of the sixth floor of the drunken incense house is a huge platform, this platform is larger than two football fields, and at the place leading to the sixth floor platform, there are two monks who look like humanists guarding it, and all monks who want to enter the top of the sixth floor must write a poem on the spot.

If you get the recognition, you can continue to go on, otherwise you will not be eligible to participate in the poetry meeting.

Many monks were stopped in this pass and left with regret on their faces.

Bu Qingyun was also a little anxious when he saw such a scene, as if he was in an emergency, he had just boasted to Han Ning that he was talented, and now his true form was revealed.

"Kashi, Kashi." Bu Qingyun kept reading, and seeing Han Ning's skeptical eyes, he said, "Senior, you must believe me." ”

"Then you go first." Han Ning and Bu Qingyun were now also in line with the waiting crowd, and as the crowd continued to move forward, most of the monks who had not passed lamented and left.

Seeing that the number of people in this team was slowly decreasing, Han Ning pushed Bu Qingyun in front, and this time Bu Qingyun's head suddenly sweated.

Han Ning from afar heard some poems made by monks, some of them seemed good to him, but they were still eliminated, it seems that the requirements of this poetry club are really high.

Bu Qingyun is not unfamiliar with poetry, he obviously understands that this poetry will be very demanding, and he can't just deal with one poem, otherwise it will be really embarrassing when the time comes.

But it is impossible for him to make a good poem for a while, so he can only do it in a hurry.

Seeing that it was about to be Bu Qingyun's turn, Han Ning whispered a few words in Bu Qingyun's ear.

"Gao, the predecessors are really high, I didn't expect the predecessors to be unfathomable, and this poetry is also an expert." Bu Qingyun gave a thumbs up.

Han Ning kicked his foot, "Don't show you." ”

He was really embarrassed to be praised by Bu Qingyun, because the poems he gave Bu Qingyun were completely plagiarized.

Many times it was Bu Qingyun's turn, and at this time, Bu Qingyun changed his urgent appearance just now, but he was a talented man who was arrogant and arrogant.

"Childe, please write a poem."

"Wait a minute, let me brew it." Bu Qingyun deliberately put on a thoughtful look, and then read: "Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear." Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow. ”

The doorman of the guard showed a look of surprise and praised: "Childe Gaocai, please go upstairs." ”

"Thank you." Bu Qingyun arched his hand and went upstairs proudly.

This time it was Han Ning's turn, and Han Ning read: "The frost clouds reflect the moon and the moon is hazy, and the black magpie is competing for the flight of Inoue Tong." In the middle of the night, people wake up unconsciously, and the pond is full of lotus leaves and the autumn breeze. ”

"Good poetry, good poetry." The scholar at the door was amazed again, and he said, "I see that the two sons are together, are they friends?" ”

"Yes, yes, can I go in?" Han Ning said.

"Of course you can, I didn't expect the two of them to be amazingly talented, and I will definitely have a discussion with them at the poetry meeting." The scholar said.

"Laughing, laughing." Han Ning said.

"Childe doesn't have to be modest, this poem will naturally be a poem, but the poems spoken casually by the two sons, it is estimated that it will be difficult for people to surpass." The scholar was still reminiscing about the poems spoken by Bu Qingyun and Han Ning.

Repeating the poem that Han Ning said again, the scholar-like person said, "Childe, please." ”

Han Ning nodded and ascended the stairs to the sixth floor.

"Senpai." Bu Qingyun was guarding the door, and when he saw Han Ning on it, he said excitedly: "Look downstairs!" (To be continued.) )