Chapter 63: "The Hatchet Gets the Axe"

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The shopkeeper's face changed, he turned around and walked out, Chu Qi smiled, picked up the fragrant tea on the desk and took a sip lightly.

"What did Mo Xuan say over there?"

"Back to the shopkeeper, the brother of Mo Xuan Tang said that this kid entered Hongjun City a few days ago, with a Taoist robe, no fluctuations in Dao power, and an extremely beautiful young girl beside him... Seem... It is very close to Wang Hongtao, the temple holder of Taichu Temple. ”

The shopkeeper narrowed his willow eyebrows and said, "Wang Hongtao has lost his position, so there is nothing to be afraid of. He twisted his beard tail with his two fingers, and muttered: "The Taoist robe is added, but the details are unknown, it is not a person from my Zhongyuan Daomen; ”

The dark red cedar carved door was slammed open with a buzzing sound, and several strong men with sticks in their hands walked into the room viciously, and the muscles and flesh were emitting bursts of heat. The tall and thin figure followed closely behind, pacing out with his hands behind his back, and the shopkeeper had a cruel smile on his face, how could there be half a so-called gentleman's style.

Chu Qi was slightly stunned, and before he could taste the elegant fragrance of tea between his mouths, he reluctantly put down the teacup.

"Boy, I see that you are dignified, cold and positive, not to mention that you have dirty the treasure of our store, and you are also spewing blood, slandering us and others are the likes of abduction and deception, and it is also dirty my reputation of Junzixuan, I must give an explanation today!"

"The shopkeeper said how to do it. Chu Qi spread his hands and said.

"If you take the 'Honghu Carrier' to enter the North Dao Pavilion, you will not be the one to see each other on your elbows. Today, I will not deceive you, this treasure fan, still charge you 10,000 taels of silver, which can be regarded as an apology to our Junzixuan!"

Chu Qi smiled bitterly and said, "Why don't I leave this token here, and he will collect enough money in the future, and then come to the door to redeem it?" After speaking, he took out a gray-brown token from his bosom, on which was written the word "Taichu".

The shopkeeper's eyes glanced at it, and he snorted: "Wang Hongtao's house is already a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, what is the use of this token for me." ”

Chu Qi beat a drum in his heart, secretly thinking that Brother Wang was really in trouble, everyone was brothers, it was not easy to see each other, and when this matter was over, he would definitely have to ask a question or two.

The surname of the ancient royal family in the Middle Yuan Dynasty is Lan, and Lan Linglou is the cow who performs the business in the Lan Ling Chamber of Commerce, although as Liang Bo said, this order is like a permanent free consumption voucher, but the expression of Lan Yunqing that day will not be as simple as he said. Chu Qi traveled thousands of miles to his master's life, not wanting to be involved in the complicated royal struggle because he was greedy for pleasure and convenience.

This shopkeeper blatantly cheated in the North Dao Pavilion, I don't know Ji Ji, Chu Qi originally wanted to take one or two talismans to offset it, and besides, there is not much stock, where do you dare to show it in front of this guy.

"Xiaosheng has been immersed in the ** method for many years, and I dare not say that it is outstanding through the ages, but compared to this fan line, I ask myself more than enough, why don't I write the subword below and pay this compensation?"

"Hahahaha" the shopkeeper was stunned, and then raised his head and smiled, saying that even if this fan is not a real painting of immortals, it is also from the hand of a certain person, but its pen and ink are still early, far less than its famous customs, but it can also be regarded as a masterpiece. This kid looks like he is only seventeen or eighteen years old, and he dares to say that he has been immersed in the ** method for many years, which is really a big joke in the world.

"Come, the four treasures of the study are waiting!" The shopkeeper sneered, and said in his heart that I have read countless articles, and this yellow-mouthed boy dares to make a big statement in front of me, but I want to see what you can write.

The pine ink on the desk is faintly fragrant, a thin inkstone is full of delicate banana leaf white, clean and shiny sandalwood bark, and there is a finely carved dragon pen from the side, Chu Qi stepped forward and his thumb passed by the milli end, soft and hard, rigid and soft, it is really a good brush.

Chu Qi was full of doubts and said with a smile: "The shopkeeper is so generous." ”

"Hmph, since the book of the son is better than this fan, the four treasures of the study naturally need to be worthy of your identity. ”

Chu Qi nodded slightly, and did not respond to the shopkeeper's sarcasm, presumably the writing is good and bad, and this guy is afraid that he wants to have some ideas on the four treasures of the study.

"There is a proposal below, it is better to put this case in front of your store, write and sell it now, I don't know what the shopkeeper wants?"

"Thisβ€”" The shopkeeper was secretly frightened and hesitated.

"I'm not greedy for the shopkeeper's cheapness, how about adding another 1,000 taels to the usage fee of the four treasures of this study?"

"If you pay me a word, why should you write it at the door? The shopkeeper said with a weak heart.

"It's not that I'm afraid that the shopkeeper won't admit it, but since Your Excellency promised to pay 10,000 taels, then I will add another 1,000 taels as a gift for borrowing treasures. ”

"Hmph!" the shopkeeper was furious, and said, "I want to see how you can sell this word." With that, he brushed his sleeves and left.

The three of them beckoned to the desk, fiddling with the ink inkstone, the paperweight Tan Xuan, and carefully brought to the door, and there were a few men hidden in the tall trees on the left and right, waiting for the opportunity to move.

Today's Zhongyuan, although the Tao is respected, but among the younger generation of dignitaries, there is no shortage of people who are elegant and vassal, and how can they get a good folding fan.

In front of Junzi Xuan, the green and yellow small fruits on the plum are still pretty branches, the white orchid fragrance is faint and secluded, in the meantime, the door is like a market, several people turn their heads and sigh, praise the folding fan in the store, the pen and ink Danqing are like the pen walking dragon and snake, each showing off, gushing. Seeing this, Chu Qi was secretly surprised, Junzixuan was so prosperous, why did he do that thing of roosters and dogs?

In the distance, the corner of the city tower was reflected in the sky, dyed blood red by the sunset, and the twilight was gradually falling, Chu Qi borrowed the red lantern in front of the court, calmed down, and picked up the pen and ink on the rice paper at will.

Several groups of young handsome people came forward curiously, lowered their eyes and glanced twice, only to feel that the pen and ink were cloudy, plain, unsatisfactory, this kid's pen and ink in the future is not as majestic as the calligraphy in Junzixuan, and his reputation is far and wide, and he sneered slightly between his lips and nose, and turned around and walked into Junzixuan. In the meantime, there were occasional elegant people with gray hair and high crowns who looked forward, brushed their beards and nodded secretly, so that a young man could write such a natural word, and he should be as rare as a morning star among his peers. Just as soon as he asked the price, the middle-aged man's face changed color, he snorted coldly, raised his finger to Chu Qi, scolded: "Arrogance", and threw his sleeves away. The shopkeeper was hidden next to the beams and pillars of the foyer, and the color of ridicule was overflowing.

Chu Qi's face did not change, his appearance was nothing, the corners of his mouth smiled faintly, and he looked at each other from afar with his hands behind his back, like a tidal wave, reflecting the red bamboo lanterns, and went straight along the road, lined with ink-stained starry sky, like a rainbow sky road, like a heavenly realm.

The breeze was clear and the moon was clear, the flowers and leaves were all made, and a faint whisper reached Chu Qi's ears.

"This son, this pair of words, I bought it. ”