The carriage moved slowly, making a bone-chilling sound.

In the literary world, there are not many people who Fang Yun is concerned about, except for Zhang Jing'an, there are only a few people.

Since returning to the literary world, Fang Yun has found that the Holy Temple has stored a large number of handbooks for himself, and as long as he accepts them, tens of thousands of Hongyan handbooks will fly.

Fang Yun temporarily gave up accepting it and sat in the carriage.

After a short time, the carriage came to a vegetable market in the south of the city and slowly walked through the vegetable market.

It was already dark at the moment, and it was a little dark in the vegetable market.

The driver didn't know what was going on, but just followed Fang Yun's instructions to catch the car.

After driving for a while, Fang Yun suddenly lifted the curtain slightly and looked out through the gap.

It's freezing and there are fewer people in the market than usual, but the vegetable vendors are going about their business as usual.

I saw a dim lantern hanging in a simple wooden shed, under which were many incubators, the incubators were covered with quilts, revealing a little green vegetable leaves, and a couple of fifty or sixty years old, wearing thick cotton jackets, were standing in the wooden shed and stomping their feet gently, occasionally shouting.

"Fresh cabbage, one only costs eighteen ......," Lao Guo shouted loudly, glancing at the carriage, and saw the curtain of the carriage falling.

Lao Guo suddenly stopped talking, and watched the carriage gradually move away in confusion.

"What do you see, old man?"

"It's nothing, I just think there's someone I know sitting in the carriage. ”

"Anyone who can ride in a carriage is rich, and you know any rich man. ”

Lao Guo smiled and slowly straightened his spine.

Fang Yun listened to the words of the old couple and smiled slightly. Last year, when he took Zhang Jing'an to dig dung, he was with this old Guo, this person was honest and honest, helped a lot, and when Fang Yun took Zhang Jing'an away, he left Lao Guo a thousand taels of silver, plus a piece of paper written by him himself.

Seeing that Lao Guo was not implicated by himself, Fang Yun relieved his heart, but then, his face darkened.

When he was in Zhujiang City, Fang Yun once visited the home of a rural couple, because the king of Chu purged the Zhujiang army, and his visit to that family was reported, resulting in the couple being exiled, and the peasant woman died on the way to exile.

Fang Yun's eyes darkened, but he quickly returned to normal.

The carriage continued to move forward, and after a short time, it stopped at the door of a restaurant on Changhe Street.

Changhe Street is not the most prosperous street, and dignitaries with status in the capital will never come here, but some people with wealth and wealth often come here, and it is also a meeting place for ordinary scholars.

Fang Yun looked up and saw that there were four big characters written on the black door, "Jijia Restaurant", which was no different from the rest of the restaurants on this street, with three floors high, but Fang Yun chose here.

Fang Yun asked the coachman to stay downstairs, stepped into the Ji Family Restaurant, glanced at it, and walked up the stairs to the second floor.

Maybe it was because on a winter night, the first and second floors were not lively, a little Erben came over to ask Fang Yun, Fang Yun casually threw him a tael of silver to let him leave, and then walked to the third floor.

The third floor is different from the below, it is very active, Fang Yun heard the words of everyone, and knew that it might be a small literary meeting, but he was a scholar, and he just went to the third floor to see, the staircase was not closed, there was nothing wrong with going up, so he continued to walk up.

The stairs were attached to the wall, Fang Yun was walking to the middle of the stairs, and the second upstairs looked down with a smile: "This guest officer, are you the one who participated in the cultural meeting?"

Fang Yun looked up at Xiao Er on the third floor, stopped on the stairs, and said, "If the third floor is forbidden to scholars, I can go to other restaurants." ”

Fang Yun noticed that Xiao Er's attitude had changed significantly, and his face was cold and full of vigilance.

"It stands to reason that people who are not members of the Wenhui are not allowed to go up to the third floor. Xiao Er's tone was very unkind.

Xiao Er glanced at Fang Yun again, Fang Yun's appearance at this moment was Zhang Longxiang, although he was a strong man with a beard, but his temperament was extraordinary, Xiao Er hesitated.

At this time, the three scholars walked to the staircase, all wearing children's clothes, all of them in their twenties and almost thirties.

After asking the reason, one of the fair-faced children smiled and said: "This brother, although we held a literary meeting on the third floor and did not invite outsiders, we do not exclude people from all over the world. It's just that you are not wearing a civilian uniform, and we dare not welcome it rashly. I think...... Since Brother Tai wants to go up to the third floor, then make a poem, as long as you get our approval, you can join, how about it?"

The literary world is different from the Shengyuan Continent, if there is a character like Zhang Longxiang in the Shengyuan Continent, ninety percent of the readers will recognize it, but the communication in the literary world is not smooth enough, and these people are all children, and they don't even have official seals, so they can't enter the list to talk freely, and it is difficult to see Zhang Longxiang's portrait.

At this moment, more than ten scholars walked to the guardrail of the stairs on the third floor and looked down, except for four or five Xiucai, most of them were children, and none of them recognized Fang Yun.

Those people asked about Fang Cai, and they all laughed, and a kind-faced Xiucai explained: "This benevolent brother, we are not making things difficult for you, but Jingzhou customs. ”

Fang Yun smiled and said, "It's okay, it's just a poem." ”

Fang Yun said, stepping up, and after taking three steps, he continued to walk, and at the same time said, "Climb to the highest building." ”

Everyone was stunned, and after a moment, they burst into laughter, interrupting Fang Yun's words, several young children laughed breathlessly, and even the little two were snickering.

"This benevolent brother, you are thirty or forty years old, and you have written such poems, and you dare to say that you are a scholar?

"If this can also be called poetry, then all my poems can be called a town!"

"I climbed to the highest building, and I wasn't afraid of falling!"

Fang Yun smiled and continued to walk upstairs, and soon came to the staircase, glanced at the third floor, and said, "Twelve railings to the bullfight." ”

All laughter came to an abrupt end.

The bull fight refers to the position of the star cow and the bucket house, the first sentence is just an ordinary sentence, but the second sentence immediately says that the railing on the third floor is extremely high, there is a tendency to soar to the sky, and it can even point to the starry sky.

Although it is not a wonderful sentence, the two sentences together are better than ordinary verses. Only then did all the readers understand that the first sentence was deliberately done by Fang Yun, firstly, in order to form a sharp contrast with the latter sentence, and secondly, to set a trap to lure them into the bait.

Xiao Er's smiling face froze, and even Xiucai didn't dare to laugh, and he didn't dare.

Fang Yun ascended to the third floor, and several people at the staircase hurriedly separated.

Fang Yun continued as he walked: "Zhang doesn't want to leave his name and surname, and he is afraid of suppressing the fourteen states in the literary world!"

If ordinary people make such domineering poems, it will inevitably cause everyone to attack and even ridicule, but Fang Yun said it himself, with the aftermath of the victory in the battle of Bi Shen, the momentum is immense, one world is unique, and all kings bow their heads, making everyone present tremble.

Tong Sheng and Xiucai didn't even dare to come out, cold sweat was dripping behind them, and they felt that the person in front of them was incomparably majestic, as if he could smash the fourteen states of the literary world as long as he stretched out his hand.

(To be continued.) )