Looking at the blue-shirted man who was running away without a shadow, with the corners of his mouth grinning like digging up a treasure, Liu Cheng opened his mouth and didn't close it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He didn't remember how many times he had done this today, and after a while, he thought that it was time to go back and buy an old hen to make up for it.

Turning his head, his eyes were full of adoration when he looked at Mo Qian, "My lord, is there any pendant missing from your thigh?" ”

Mo Qian seriously rejected Liu Cheng's idea of wanting to hug his thighs.

"What I just gave to that person is only some people's information, but it's not perfect.

Now you go to someone to investigate the information of the martial arts people in our Ningyuan County, and it is best to draw their portraits, and list the martial arts, weapons, and tricks you have learned.

Then follow the typography above. Mo Qian handed Liu Cheng another booklet, which he had already sorted out before, as long as Liu Cheng investigated and printed the information according to the layout above.

"Yes, my lord."

Liu Cheng is now convinced by Mo Qian, there are so many ideas, ordinary people can't think of it even if they break their heads, and when they heard Mo Qian's instructions, they hurriedly went to prepare.

Seeing Liu Cheng running away, Mo Qian yawned and stretched, it was still early, and he could take the opportunity to find a place to drink a little wine and have some pastime.

Since settling in Ningyuan County, Mo Qian felt that the rhythm of the whole person had slowed down.

In my previous life, I was so busy that I was so busy that I was still tired while chanting poems such as "stealing half a day of leisure" and "starting tomorrow, spring flowers will bloom", while wandering around places such as bars and song halls, and after waking up, I was still tired.

Being able to live again in this place can be regarded as a chance given to him by God.

Humming an unknown minor tune from his previous life, Mo Qian walked out of the alley and turned a corner to a small shop.

It's afternoon, and there aren't many customers in the shop.

But the boss was going to prepare the ingredients for the evening in the kitchen, and when he was busy, he looked up, recognized Mo Qian, and greeted with a smile: "It's Xiaomo, come and sit inside, what to eat?" ”

"Boss, bring me two catties of sauced beef, two steamed buns, and a jar of daughter red."

Although Yipinxian was brewed by Mo Qian, Mo Qian actually didn't like to drink spirits, especially the feeling of having a splitting headache the next day after drinking it, so the wine here with a low degree could just meet his needs.

The boss replied cheerfully, "Okay, come right away." With that, he quickly put the sauced beef on a plate and served it to Mo Qian.

At this time, a few people came to the door, and the one who walked in front was a graceful boy in brocade.

Wearing a white jade crown, the black hair is tied up, the face is like a crown of jade, the eyes are bright, a fan splashed ink in his hand is slowly shaking, and a jade pendant is tied around his waist.

Childe glanced at the jousting platform not far in front of him, and walked towards the small shop.

Suddenly, the eyes of the boy in brocade were attracted by a wooden sign, the brand was nothing special, but it had a pair of upper couplets written on it, and the lower couplet was vacant.

The boy in brocade simply froze, picked up the wooden sign and looked at it slowly, muttering to himself: "Snow Yingmei Meiyingxue, this time the Federation of Literary and Art Circles is a bit interesting." ”

The boy in brocade can't come up for a while, not that he can't write well, but this is still more subtle, and it's okay to read it in reverse, but there is no good sentence for a while, so he can only stand at the door with a wooden sign and think slowly.

Mo Qian raised his head and glanced at it, the couplet was written by him.

In order for Ningyuan County to develop, it is not enough to rely on martial arts competitions to fight and kill, there must also be literati, as long as it is written by literati, it can play an unexpected effect.

For example, poor Chen Shimei, who is obviously a good official, wrote him on paper with one stroke, and pit him for hundreds of years.

For example, Pan Renmei, the Yang family's contribution to tying them together may not be as great as his, but in a blink of an eye, he became the murderer of the Yang family.

Of course, there are many good examples, Li Bai wrote a poem for Wang Lun, didn't this make his wine popular?

In short, there must be something that makes the literati feel that it is worth remembering.

So Mo Qian took out some couplets from his previous life and wrote a few couplets to the shop, so that the shop would have a little more style.

The boy in brocade was thinking about it, and a voice came, "The warbler should be willow and the willow should be the warbler."

Childe thought carefully for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "That's right, that's right." ”

It was Mo Qian who spoke, it wasn't that he wanted to be in the limelight, it was really this boy who was blocking at the door, and he was uncomfortable no matter how he looked at it, well, obsessive-compulsive disorder is like this.

The boy in brocade looked inside, only to see a plainly dressed man sitting in the store leisurely eating sauced beef, the pair just now must have been his opposite.

The boy in brocade walked in, went to Mo Qian's table, gave a salute, and asked gently, "This brother is polite, there are few drinkers in the shop, and drinking alone seems boring, I wonder if I can sit here, little brother?" ”

Mo Qian was eating, and his afterglow swept away, it was really sour, but he didn't care: "You can sit if you want, but buy the beef yourself." ”

"Hehe, that's for sure." Childe still smiled gently.

The person dressed as a family member in the back walked up quickly to wipe the stool for the son, and Mo Qian said leisurely, "If you are as restrained as you when you go out, then you must not suffocate yourself." ”

Hearing this, Gongzi waved his hand to signal the family to step down, and sat on the stool next to Mo Qian.

"I didn't expect Brother Tai to be a person in temperament, this is exactly what I want, I think my generation should be free to wander in the world, stand on the Eagle Peak, sit with the moon, wait for the morning dew to be scarce, then flutter their wings and sing, how can they be bound by the rules and regulations between this world, today I see Brother Tai, it is really my life confidant, when floating a big white, come, the boss on two jars of wine, two catties of beef, I want to drink with Brother Tai."

The boy in brocade babbled a lot of words, and Mo Qian was a little dizzy when he heard it, as if he understood something, what kind of wings and long song? I'm not an insect, what do I sing?

But looking at this son's expression, I still understand the general idea, it should be the kind of madman who doesn't stick to secular etiquette.

Just how to look...... It's not like it.

Mo Qian was actually a little innocent, he just kindly reminded the other party, this stool is greasy, it is obviously not clean, it is better to change a stool, why are you staring at a stool so stubbornly.

I didn't expect to be taken by the person in front of me as a confidant in life, and I had to drink it, it's really ...... Surprise! Mo Qian smiled awkwardly.

"It's really fateful."

The boy in brocade clothes is very familiar: "In the lower Tang Dynasty, the words are round, I don't know the name of Brother Taizun?" ”

"Think about it, good name. My name is Mo Qian. He smiled perfunctorily.

But Tang Fang didn't care at all, "I couldn't get it out for a while, but I didn't expect Brother Mo to come out at a glance, which really made the younger brother admire." ”

"It's just a coincidence, not worth mentioning." Mo Qian smiled helplessly, of course he wouldn't tell Tang Fang that it was copied from the book in his previous life.

"Brother Tang doesn't look like a local, but he's here to play today?" Hurry up and start the topic, he doesn't dare to talk about writing poetry and painting with this kind of ancient high-achieving student who is full of poetry and books.

The verses in the stomach are written one sentence less, pure consumables, which are to be used to put on the blade.

Tang Fang said with a smile, "It's true that I came out to relax, I heard that there was a martial arts competition in Ningyuan County today, and it was quite lively, so I came to take a look." Saying that, he looked at Mo Qian and said, "But I seem to have come to the right place today, and now I am more interested in Brother Mo's talent." I have a sentence here, no matter how I think about it, I can't think of a lower link, I wonder if Brother Mo can help me? ”

Looking at the posture, Tang Fang is going to rely on it.

"Eh, Brother Tang, you can say it." Mo Qian said helplessly.

Tang Fang smiled happily, asked the family to take out a pen and paper, spread the paper, and wrote on the table, "Inch of land is the temple, the temple is a poem, and the poem says: The bright moon sends the monk back to the ancient temple."

Mo Qian looked forward, and was a little stunned, not that he was frightened, but just happened to meet the pair he had seen before, although the impression was not very deep, but he should still be able to come up with it when he thought about it.

Tang Fang saw that Mo Qian was silent, and he also felt that he was a little rude, after all, everyone was just meeting in Pingshui, and they shouldn't bother others so much.

It's just that this was given to him by an opponent of a gentleman last night, and he threatened that he would not be able to come out.

I know the power of this, and I haven't figured it out all night, and I really can't think of anything that can be corresponded.

couldn't help but say to Mo Qian: "Brother Mo, don't worry, this is just leisure entertainment, if Brother Mo is not very interested, then it is not right." ”

Mo Qian laughed, picked up the pen and wrote on it: "Hitachi transmits the sound, the sound of the heart, the meaning: the spring water drops the stone around the aftersound." ”

Tang Fang looked at it, clapped his hands and said, "Okay, Brother Mo is really talented." I don't know how Brother Tai came up with it? I thought about it all night, but Brother Mo solved it. ”

Mo Qian said with a smile: "As long as you figure out how the other party came up with the question, 'inch of land is the temple', 'temple side poem' is the method of splitting words, 'temple' and 'temple', 'poem' and 'poem' are the top true law, and 'moon' is part of 'Ming', which is also a method of splitting words.' Mingyue sends monks back to the ancient temple' is a famous poem, which is for the use of the classics, and then I will correspond one by one. ”