Guiyuan, is the largest inn in the Trap City, the front three-story small building, is used as a tavern, the rear three-story small building, a total of two floors and eight courtyards, for guests to live. This garden is the largest inn in the Empty City, and if anyone owns this shop, they don't have to worry about it for the rest of their lives.

Come to the front of the garden, the columns on both sides of the door are engraved with golden characters, the big characters of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing, writing that the birds love the old forest, and the pond fish thinks of the old abyss.

"Returning to the garden?"

"Respect for guests and good eyesight, good master of my family, quite like Mr. Wuliu, so I take Mr. Wuliu as an example and always abide by myself."

"Oh, it's a hermit master, Mr. Wuliu I also like it a lot, if it's fate, I can talk to your master."

Mr. Goyanagi? This Wei Yang really knows, it is Tao Yuanming's number, the Peach Blossom Spring, it is a text that middle school students must memorize, Wei Yang who has always liked ancient poetry. How can you not remember it?

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say, I'm afraid that in the future, the honored guest will live here for a long time, and I will meet my master to know each other. If there is fate, please see each other. When the man heard this, his face was also full of joy, and after turning around and inviting everyone in, he went in.

"I don't know how many people live in the hotel? I'm waiting for a long way to come, and I need a little rest. ”

"Honorable guest, the garden is divided into eight courtyards, earth, and people, and this herringbone building has a room, for one person to live, and a piece of Huangpin Lingshi every day. There are two rooms in the ground building, which can be used for two people, and two yellow spirit stones per day. ”

"Huh? It's too expensive, isn't it? Isn't it more expensive to have eight courtyards in that day? ”

Han Long stuck out his tongue, his face full of helplessness. It seems that walking in this world, the spiritual gold is not enough, and it is still the reality of the spiritual stone. It's a pity that there is not a single spirit stone in the hands of the women, and this place of residence also needs to be handed over by the master.

"No, the Eight Courtyards of Tianzi are not spiritual stones to live in."

After the guy finished speaking, he smiled, his attitude was modest, maybe he had experienced a lot, and there was no abnormality. This kind of behavior made Wei Yang quite satisfied, and it seems that the owner of this slave is afraid that his conduct is also good.

"How does the Eighth Courtyard of the Heavenly Character live?"

"Tianzi ......"

"Hmph, Tianzi Eight Courtyards, that is a need to compete with the article Mobao, just by you. Hmph, which herringbone building to go to, it's really a dirt bun, get out of the way. ”

These infuriating words came from the mouth of a scholar dressed in a long robe and holding a paper fan in his hand. I saw this person shaking his head, swaying and leading dozens of people, directly past Wei Yang and the others, and walked forward step by step. is so arrogant, don't say that Wei Yang and everyone don't like it, even the guys are frowning.

"Phew, what's that? Who's going to talk to you? Is it okay to chime in? Did your father make it? ”

"Poof."

Wei Yang didn't hold back his breath, and looked at Han Long with a smile on his face. And it was precisely because of Wei Yang's laughter that the man was dissatisfied, turned to Han Long, and said viciously: "You say it again? ”

"Phew, what's that? Who's going to talk to you? Is it okay to chime in? Did your father make it? ”

Han Long is not the master of losses, seeing these two goods coming over, the master smiled again, and did not stop him, and opened his mouth to say it again to the other party.

"You scolded me? Well? Is this a declaration of war? ”

The man stretched out his hand and pointed, and dozens of men around him stepped forward one after another, obviously wanting to fight Han Long. Seeing this person so arrogant and domineering, even Wei Yang was angry, and just when he was about to summon Xiaolan and teach the other party a lesson, an angry shout had already sounded from upstairs.

"Stop, Wen Xiangjun, are you going to violate the rules I set when I returned to the garden? Then you have to think clearly, what are the consequences of this? ”

The deafening outpouring of this life suddenly made everyone pay attention. I saw a snow-white robe with a pattern of thorny willow trees, the style was so alternative, and it also made Wei Yang look at the prime minister.

I saw the man holding a green silk fan in his hand, slowly descending from the upper floor. Although it seemed to be a slow pace, almost in the blink of an eye, he had already come to the middle of the crowd, stretched out his hand and waved his sleeves, and glanced at it coldly, the man called Wen Xiangjun.

"Liu Jun, it's he who scolds me."

"Oh, when did I scold you? People are just telling the truth? But please also ask the little brother to solve the puzzle, what is the meaning of this 'made' word? What does that mean? Where did it come from? ”

"Where? I don't know, I listened to Master. Seeing that the other party was humble and polite, Han Long had a little restraint on his face, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to point at Wei Yang.

"Making, communicating with knowledge, is the meaning of knowing, not an abusive word, usually referring to the meaning of approval and knowing. It is not from any family's words, but in that scripture work, it is that I traveled through mountains and rivers, met a village, and listened to the dialect of the villagers, which is homophonic. ”

Uh, that's going to buy me out? Hanlong really has yours. However, when Wei Yang saw the man looking at him, he bowed slightly, and did not open his mouth to refuse, and slowly opened his mouth to solve the other party's confusion.

"Hmph, it's really a villager, I haven't seen the world, even the words of the barbarians in this place have to be imitated and learned, it's really ......"

"What are you talking about?"

"I,"

"Hmph, Luoyang Yayin, do you know that in the Central Plains, there are still many languages, can you just rely on your Luoyang Yayin to represent the weight of identity? Can you represent the great Confucians of other regions? That Mr. Wuliu is a native of Xunyang Chaisang, under your distinction, has he also become a soil bun? ”

After saying a word, the man surnamed Liu was immediately furious, and looked coldly at the man named Wen Xiangjun, only afraid that the other party would not answer well, and he was afraid that something would happen to him.

"You, Liu Jun must not listen, his clever tongue is like a spring of treacherous words. Who do I smell? Liu Jun knows best, I have always liked Mr. Wuliu's poems, and I often take Mr. Wuliu as a list, how dare I underestimate Mr. Wuliu? It's the other party's disrespect, but he doesn't put Liu Jun in his eyes, hateful, hateful. If I don't get rid of you today, won't I return to the garden and lose face? Come. ”

"Why don't you say it, do you have to do it? Let me ask you, you love Mr. Wuliu, how many poetry collections have Mr. Wuliu handed down, and how much do you know? Possibly one by one? ”

"You, this, me."

"Your Excellency, you have said this, how can the world know all the poems of the gentleman? I'm afraid I can't collect it all either. ”

The man surnamed Liu shook his head slightly and smiled bitterly, this is exactly what he did? It's a pity that I haven't collected more than 100 songs so far, so I'm proud of the world. If it weren't for him, who had a relationship with Mrs. Diyong, and entered this bottomless pit to practice, I am afraid that he would still set foot on the path that Mr. walked, collect Mr. poems, and compile a complete collection.

"Oh, you don't know?"

The sudden rumors in Xiaotian's mind made him stunned, but he didn't expect that what he said was indeed a bit excessive.

"I really don't know, do you?"

The man's eyes lit up, could it be that this person was the heir of Mr.? If this is really the case, I am afraid that I really have a lot to do with myself, so I am afraid that I will snub the other party, so I hurriedly bowed down again, obviously inquiring about Wei Yang's identity.

"Nonsense, hmph, can you be more than Liu Jun? If you can surpass Liu Jun's ten, not twenty, I will give up the Tianzi Courtyard and bow down to you. ”

"In the Demon Master, I am not a descendant of Mr. Wuliu, but I have always liked Mr. Wuliu's poetry collection, so there are many collections, and I did say something crazy just now, but I have as many as 100 articles in my hands, which is a fact. Hmph, besides, an apprentice like you, forgive me for being stupid and difficult to teach. It's better to find a child teacher and teach him sex. ”

"You."

After the previous sentence was finished, the man surnamed Liu showed a look of surprise. After the latter sentence was finished, Wen Xiangjun was suddenly furious, and he almost didn't raise his knife to face him. In the eyes of the man surnamed Liu, a cold light that erupted stopped, and he could only stand aside, not daring to speak easily.