"Can't read?"

"It's not that I don't know anything, it's just that I don't know how to read." Bai Xingwu's face was flushed with shame, he lowered his head and held the corner of his clothes, he didn't know what to do, after all, it was the feudal era in the new world, and the vast majority of ordinary people, especially farmers, may not be able to afford to read, and secondly, the knowledge in the books has little significance for their farming, that is, rich peasants with better conditions will only go to private school for half a year at most, and they can write their names and a few commonly used words, and more often only know the numbers one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, and they will calculate accounts and not be deceived by others. Although Bai Xingwu's low level of education is unexpected, it is also reasonable.

Just a few words to know and write your own name is enough, but if you want to make a poem that is suitable for the situation, it is simply Bai Xingwu's life, don't be a poem for the situation, and you can't make a limerick poem.

Su Yang thought for a while and said with a smile: "This is easy to do." Bring pen and paper. ”

Seeing that he was about to cheat, Xu Danchen shook his head with a smile, or took out the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone and threw it on the table in the pergola, and ordered Bai Xingwu to grind.

After a short time, the ink was obtained, Su Yang recalled for a while, and when he dipped the pen in thick ink, he wanted to sway it on the rice paper.

Xu Danchen and Bai Xingwu were both curiously watching from the side, and even Yan Wuwu, who had been puffing up, couldn't help but lean over, Su Yang's martial arts didn't have to be said, this is the Sanjiang faction, no one has heard of this second senior brother's attainments in literature and Taoism, in contrast, it is mostly when he listens to his vulgar slang and scolding.

The wolf dipped in thick ink landed on the rice paper, and the first stroke was smashed. Draw a large, twisted earthworm.

"You don't know how to pretend to understand." Yan Wuwu looked like she had long known that you couldn't do it, and snorted: "I've read some books, so I'll write them." Lest the nondescript things you wrote, the words that don't understand the word, take them out and lose them, and the harmful Xingwu will be eliminated in the first round, I see how embarrassed you are to be an uncle. ”

Even Xu Danchen patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "No one is all-rounder, junior brother, if you can't think of any good sentences, don't worry, take your time." ”

Su Yang didn't talk back. This woman is angry now, and only a fool would argue with a woman who is angry.

However, it is true that the brush is rarely used, and the wolf howls softly and without force. If you go down with one stroke, it will collapse, and even if you can write it, the word is too ugly, and no matter how good the sentence is, it will be like a dog. It is inevitable that people will look down on it.

Suddenly, there was an idea. An internal force surged on the arm, along the body of the wolf howl pen, poured into the tip of the pen, and the originally soft wolf pen suddenly stood up and became extremely tough.

"It's much better." I tried the soft and hard process, that is, it was not as unstressed as before, and it was not as hard as a fountain pen. The soft and hard Cheng dù was just moderate, and he nodded with satisfaction. He dipped the magic juice again and put pen to paper on the dragon snake.

As the words appeared on the rice paper, the surroundings gradually quieted down, and only the rustle of the tip of the pen and the paper was left in the pergola.

Yan's carefree eyes widened and widened, as if she had seen some strange scene that she couldn't understand at all.

On the rice paper, there are a total of fifty-six characters.

The world is out of my generation, and the years of entering the rivers and lakes are urging

In the talk and laughter of the emperor's hegemony, it is better than a drunk in life

Lifting a sword and riding to wave the ghost rain, the white bones are like mountain birds flying in shock

Dust is like a tide, people are like water, only sighing a few people in the rivers and lakes

As a time-traveler, if you don't even do such a thing as copying poems, then you're too sorry for your identity. In the eyes of a place, Su Yang finished writing the last stroke, threw a wolf howl casually, and smiled at Bai Xingwu: "Take this one, Uncle Shi will make you a good start." ”

Bai Xingwu still didn't understand it, but Xu Danchen and Yan Wuwu were knowledgeable, the two of them stood at the table, staring at each other with big eyes, looking at Su Yang for a while, and looking at the poems on the table for a while, Xu Danchen couldn't help but swallow his saliva and let out a long sigh.

This sigh has a lot of meaning, deep feelings, and a little depressed, and this old brother who has read poetry and books is afraid that he will not want to write anymore from now on.

Yan Wuwu looked at Su Yang's eyes with a little more indescribable taste, and the smoke and rain were hazy.

Let Bai Xingwu read this poem a few times and memorize it stiffly, so as not to make a fool of herself when she plays, Shangguan Xue'er came to make trouble again, saying that she also wanted a poem, Su Yang was helpless, and copied another poem of Su Shi's words,

"Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka. ”

Shangguan Xue'er couldn't see anything yet, Yan Wuwu looked at it, but her eyes were already red, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Xu Danchen was completely convinced at this time, but he was a little worried: "This song is good, but it's too old-fashioned, if it comes from a worry-free mouth, it can be said to be reasonable, but Xue'er, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl, said it, I'm afraid that people won't believe that she wrote it, and eighty percent will say that someone ghostwrote." ”

"Just say it, is it possible to tell him to lose a hair?" Su Yang waved his hand indifferently, and said with a grin: "Which one is not convinced, let him come to me for a theory." Cher, do you know what to do? ”

Shangguan Xue'er brandished a small sword, and said menacingly: "I wrote it with one bite to death, who dares to make noise, first have a few tricks with Miss Ben, if he can't beat him, let him find the eighteenth senior brother, and after the eighteenth senior brother, he will find the seventeenth senior brother, and if he has the ability to beat the eighteen senior brothers of the Sanjiang faction, then I will find someone to write for him!" ”

"Okay, okay, that's it!" Su Yang laughed. In fact, this article is more than a level, it is a fiction, a group of martial artists blindly coax to help the fun, and there are not a few people who want to ghostwrite.

Sometimes people are very weird, obviously they are martial artists, but they like to use literature to help the fun, but most of the literati like to match swords.

After arranging this qiē, I sent someone to report the list, and after a while, the group list over there had been sent, and Shangguan Xue'er and Bai Xingwu were divided into the third and fifth groups respectively, and the two of them made a little preparation. And they went their separate ways.

Xu Danchen looked at Bai Xingwu's back and asked Su Yang: "Actually, I still think you should fight, no matter what." There are a lot of books in the Tianji Pavilion, don't you really want to see them? ”

Su Yang smiled and said nothing, not that he didn't want to see it, he first heard that he could enter the Tianji Pavilion Scripture Building, and thought that the portal to Jin Yong's world was in the Scripture Building, but after meeting that guy Dazhi, he especially told his fortune. It looks like the portal should be on this Tianzhu Mountain.

As for the Tibetan Scripture Building, there are some things that Su Yang is not easy to say, although Tianji Pavilion is one of the most mysterious areas in the rivers and lakes. But if you want to get in, there are many ways, and you don't have to rely on the name of a young hero. When I think of entering the scripture building with a group of children, I might have to pretend to each other inside. Slap in the face. This kind of thing is really embarrassing with his current status. Even if it was to slap the other six teenage heroes in the face, there was nothing to show off, but rather a humiliation.

The first level of Wenbi has begun on the square, and several groups of contestants appear one after another, reciting their poems in public, including bullshit limericks, and as expected, there are also ghostwritten by someone, anyway, this level is what it looks like. But no one is more serious.

And Shangguan Xue'er and Bai Xingwu's appearance and recitation of poems really caused a sensation. Even more than imagined, even the heroes of the imperial court sent people here.

The meaning of the hero will come is actually very clear, everyone knows that these two poems must be ghostwritten by someone in the Sanjiang faction, and the one who came is vaguely asking which person's handwriting it is, and the implication is to recruit talents for the imperial court, and even faintly mention that there is a vacancy for professors in Guozijian.

Su Yang also laughed at this kind of digging into the wall, he was not interested in being a professor of the country, if there was a female student, it would be about the same.

However, Su Yang was quite interested in this person who came.

Heroes play emotional cards with each other, and this time it was Zhao Xiaolong.

"I said your kid was promoted very quickly." Su Yang looked at the fish and dragon belt on his waist, it was already silver, this kind of silver belt, it is said that only middle-level backbones are qualified to wear it in the Heroes Club.

"This is all the kung fu that the second master taught me!" Zhao Xiaolong said with a smile: "As soon as I entered the Heroes Club, I met a few people who found fault in a row, so I naturally didn't dare to fall into the prestige of the Sanjiang faction, so I did it with them." I didn't expect these people to look bullish, and I was let go after three or five fights, and later the president of the Hero Association led the formation of Shangwutang, and I became a martial arts leader in it. ”

"Good job." Su Yang looked at the Hero Club greenhouse in the distance, the expression on his face remained unchanged, but he used his internal strength to force out his voice, and asked, "Xiaolong, you tell me the truth, what are the heroes doing this time?" ”

To say that he just came to watch the ceremony on behalf of the imperial court, Su Yang would not believe that in the pergola of the Heroes Society, there were at least seven or eight people who were not weak in martial arts, and two of them might be about to reach the peak level of the new world.

The heroes of the imperial court are not tea parties, do these masters have nothing to do all day long, gather together to watch the ceremony?

Zhao Xiaolong was still smiling, but he turned around slightly, turned his back in the direction of the Hero Club pergola, and said, "Don't dare to hide it from the second master, this time I actually came to get someone." ”

"How?"

"We received a report that several monks outside the customs have entered the customs and are coming to disturb this conference, so the commander has come to sit in the town with the good hands of the heroes' association." Zhao Xiaolong said: "If they don't come, just dare to show up and cause trouble, they will be arrested immediately." ”

"When did the imperial court care so much about the affairs in the rivers and lakes?" Su Yang said: "And the heroes of the world are here, what kind of climate can a few monks achieve?" ”

"The second master doesn't know, I heard that the emperor has always wanted to use troops against Fanguo outside the Guan, but there is no excuse, this time, there are just some eyes to send to the door" Zhao Xiaolong squeezed his eyes and said.

"Alright, I got it." Feelings are the emperor's great country idea, and he is embarrassed to bully his neighbors everywhere without reason, so he wants to find some guilt to add, and nodded: "If you are short of money over there, write back." ”

"Second master, don't worry, there is a lot of silver in the Heroes Club." Zhao Xiaolong asked for peace and was about to go back, but before he walked out of the door, Su Yang suddenly stood up and stopped him.

"Don't leave yet, the second master will give you a great credit!"

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