Everyone was in an uproar, this poem was not only well written, but also dared to openly tease the talented women of the Peach Blossom Club, it was simply ...... It's a model of poetry and pickling girls.

Zhu Zihao frowned, this Jia Shusheng has no background, no fame, no name even on the literary list, and often avoids himself and others on weekdays, but he didn't expect that his literary talent would be so good, I am afraid that he will be a potential rival in this imperial examination.

As for the one next to Jia Shusheng, isn't that Chu Jing, who has been famous for a long time, how could a number one martial artist participate in the party he held with Jia Shusheng, no, he has to make things difficult for him.

With a decision in his heart, Zhu Zihao did not praise how good Scholar Jia's poems were, but looked at Chu Jing and made a look of surprise, "Isn't this the magic spear god of death who ranks first in the martial arts list? ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Chu Jing in horror. Killing people like hemp, not only was his own methods cruel, but he also forced the little prince Qin Donglai to kill his restaurant manager, these things spread throughout Xinyang City in one day, walking on the road, in the streets and alleys, both children and beggars were discussing how terrible Chu Jing was.

Some of the talented women on the other side screamed, some looked adoring, and more were curious.

At this time, Chu Jing was dressed as a scholar, and he really couldn't connect with the legendary bloodthirsty and murderous appearance.

Chu Jing didn't stand up, sat there and laughed: "Man, naturally Wen Neng can put pen to peace in the world, and Wu Neng will immediately settle the world." I, Chu Jing, am also an all-rounder, what's wrong with participating in a play-like party. ”

Brother Chu said cautiously. Jia Shusheng reminded in a low voice.

Chu Jing's very literary boasting made the eyes of the talented women looking at him change abruptly, but the second half of the sentence turned into humiliation.

Child's play, this martial artist actually called the gathering of many talented people in Jixin Country child's play, which is simply a blatant humiliation. But others were afraid of Chu Jing's terrible nickname, so Zhu Zihao dared to reprimand a few words because he was the grandson of the prime minister.

Zhu Zihao said angrily: "Since you said that we are waiting for a child's play, then you come, you write a poem that is not a child's play for me to enjoy it." ”

Chu Jing stood up, turned to Lan Yanru, and smiled: "I have a few poems, I hope to make Miss comment on one or two." ”

Lan Yanru nodded quietly, not at all like a dusty woman, but more like a lady than other whispering daughters.

Chu Jing said loudly: "Listen to the rain pavilion, I do the east, and the spring is lazy and leaning on the breeze." The peach blossoms bloom in clusters, and the lovely crimson loves light red. ”

Peach blossoms bloom in a cluster without an owner, lovely crimson loves light red! Good poetry, good poetry!

The cluster of ownerless peach blossoms blooming on the riverside comes into view, do you love crimson or light red?

The beautiful woman on the opposite side, is light makeup more cute, or heavy makeup more charming?

The first half of the sentence is just ridiculed, the second sentence is already amazing, and the last two lines of poetry come out, those scholars and talented women can't help but be surprised, although these people may not be very high in poetry, but they all have talents, in this merry place, the poems can still be tasted two or three points, compared with the previous poems, this poem comes out, it is simply the difference between cloud and mud, a heaven, an underground.

The audience was silent, no one could have imagined that the martial artist who was the number one in the martial arts list would have such a literary talent, even Lan Yanru looked at Chu Jing curiously, and opened her cherry-like mouth slightly.

Zhu Zihao frowned, and for a while he couldn't think of anything better than this poem.

Bowing slightly to a scholar beside him, the scholar immediately understood, stood up and said loudly: "A martial artist can even come up with such poems, I'm afraid it's not copied, and you said that you want to be the east, do you know how high the cost of the Warm Spring Pavilion is, it's really shameful!"

Chu Jing smiled, not caring about the other party's jealous words, but put his hand into his arms, "Whether the poems are copied or not, you are all familiar with a hundred books, and all kinds of poems and songs must be familiar with your hearts, do you still need me to prove it in person......?"

"Smack!"

One hundred thousand taels of silver tickets slapped on the table, "I don't know if these are enough, not enough for me to have here." ”

Everyone was shocked again, this Chu Jing is not only strong in martial arts and talented, but also a rich man, how can he not make the girl's heart move.

At this time, those talented women looked at Chu Jing, and their eyes were full of little stars flashing, this was a real golden beetle son-in-law, not those who were just rich diamond kings.

"Didn't you say there are several poems? Why don't you read them all out for everyone to hear? Zhu Zihao interjected.

"Okay, then I'll continue to chant the last song. ”

"Peach blossom nunnery in Peach Blossom Dock, peach blossom fairy under peach blossom nunnery.

The peach blossom fairy planted peach trees and picked peach blossoms for wine money.

When you wake up, you only sit in front of the flowers, and when you are drunk, you come to sleep with the flowers.

Half-drunk and half-awake day after day, the flowers fall and bloom year after year.

I hope that the old man will die in the wine room, and he will not bow in front of the carriage and horse.

The car dust and horses are rich and rich, and the wine cup flower branch hermit fate.

If the manifest is compared to a hermit, one on the plain earth and one in the heavens.

If the flowers and wine are compared to the carriages and horses, why should they be idle and I will be idle.

The world laughs at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it.

I don't see the tomb of Wuling heroes, and there are no flowers and no wine hoeing fields. ”

After the recitation of a "Peach Blossom Anthem", the audience was silent again.

"Well, well, 'If you compare the manifest one to a hermit, one on the plain earth and one in the heavens.'" Brother Chu said very right, high-ranking officials and nobles, corpse meals, how can I, Jia Jun, be in the same stream as them, Xiaosheng will leave Xinyang City tomorrow, go sightseeing and enjoy the wind, travel in the mountains and rivers, talk about archaeology, study the literati and calligraphy in various places, and no longer waste time in the imperial examination as an official and intrigue. ”

Jia Shusheng didn't know which tendon was not right, so he said this kind of thing in public, and he still looked like he would go home tomorrow and give up the imperial examination.

"Don't, I'm just kidding, a talent like you who has a great responsibility from heaven, and the country is still waiting for you to work for it, how can you not participate in the imperial examination. Chu Jing hurriedly persuaded.

When Zhu Zihao heard the conversation between the two, his face turned from red to black, and he was talking about his grandfather Zhu Yin?

That Chu Jing said even more bad words, Jia Jun is a talent who has been entrusted by heaven and a pillar of the future country, so what is he, the first talent in Xinyang City, a clown who is a foil?

The more Zhu Zihao thought about it, the more angry he became, but the other party made a good poem, or a long poem, and he had nothing to say at this time.

Plagiarism: I am familiar with the scriptures, if there is such an excellent poem, how can I not have heard of it. And it makes sense that the last poem was secretly made by Jia Jun and handed it to Chu Jing, but this one is so long, Jia Jun's kid is obviously the first time to hear it, how can he say that he cheats.

"'Others laugh at me for being too crazy, I laugh at others and can't see through it', Chu Gongzi is really not an ordinary ordinary man. Blue smoke was like a beautiful eye, and the eyes that looked at Chu Jing were obviously different.

This is the charm of money, Chu Jing looked down at the 100,000 taels of silver tickets on the table, and thought with some disdain in his heart.

I thought that Chu Jing would continue to greet Lan Yanru girl, but I didn't expect Chu Jing to stand up and arch his hand to everyone present.

"Writing poetry is just a little game for readers to cultivate their self-cultivation and cultivate their sentiments, and it is really insulting to be used by you to fight for victory, this kind of gathering, Chu will not accompany him. Oh...... By the way, if Miss Lan is free, notify Chu, and Chu will definitely come to cheer. ”

After Chu Jing finished speaking, his body moved, and he left his seat in an instant, appeared at the door, leaving only everyone with a rebellious back, and then walked downstairs.

Jia Shusheng looked at Zhu Zihao and those scholars with embarrassed faces, and then at the talented girls of the Peach Blossom Club who were full of astonishment, and suddenly felt that it was no longer interesting, so he quickly got up and chased after him, "Brother Chu, wait for me." ”

What happened to the Warm Spring Pavilion later, these have nothing to do with Chu Jing.

For some reason, since Chu Jing saw Shangguan Xiaobai, his immunity to women suddenly skyrocketed, and even Lan Yanru, a peerless beauty, lost interest.

And the occasion just now is not suitable, if it is simply a transaction of people and goods in the green building, maybe the atmosphere will be much better.

Seeing Jia Shusheng following behind, Chu Jing did not stop, but changed direction and began to wander around Xinyang City.

Chu Jing walked around the street with his hands behind his back, and casually found a small bridge and sat on it.

Xinyang City is the capital of Xinguo, the planning must be excellent, there are clear rivers passing through the city everywhere, the green willow trees hang down ten thousand green silks, the small bridge is across the water, small and exquisite, but also very solid.

Even though it's night, there is a lot of traffic, and there are officially lit lanterns on the bridge and on the riverbank, illuminating the bridge deck and the riverbank.

Chu Jing leaned on the small bridge and looked into the distance, and next to him there was a pair of grandparents and grandchildren who were singing in a peculiar tone singing the opera of an unknown region, although Chu Jing couldn't understand it, but it was a taste to hear.

It's just that the old man's singing is very vicissitudes, and the little girl is also very sad, obviously not a comedy.

People who sing always like tragedy, and tragedy can cause emotion and exchange for more rewards.

After all, it's just a show, not in a tavern teahouse, and the best tune is to be able to open your mouth, and tragedy is probably the only one that doesn't need other foreshadowing.

Although Chu Jing couldn't understand it, he could feel the sadness and helplessness in the opera, which made him can't help but be attracted by that feeling, which reminded him of his previous life.

There is no killing, there are all kinds of entertainment, all kinds of good food, all kinds of interesting things.

What is in this world, and what is nothing but unreasonable.

At the beginning of coming to this world, Chu Jing simply wanted to become stronger, wanted to not be bullied by the natives, and had a system, which did not seem to be out of reach.

And now Chu Jing ranks first on the martial arts list, and he is already a young master with a small success, but the truth is not as wishful as imagined, the children of those big families can still be arrogant, and the rules of this world are that they can act recklessly.

There is also Shangguan Xiaobai, a mysterious woman, beautiful and not like mortals, and her strength is not like that of mortals, and the forces behind her can subvert the entire Xinguo.

Chu Jing's strength has improved, but the level of people and things he comes into contact with has also improved.

These seem to be forcing Chu Jing to move forward, and if he wants to live with dignity, he must be stronger.

After six days, Chu Jing could get the inheritance of the two-star Yan Qing, but that was not enough, not enough for Chu Jing to ignore anyone, not even the law.

Just as Chu Jing was thinking about his future path, an accident appeared.

The voice of the grandfather and grandson suddenly stopped, and then came a scream from the little girl.

Chu Jing opened his eyes and saw three warriors dressed in rough clothes, who were full of the smell of wine, pulling the little girl to laugh loudly, as if there was no one around.

There were indeed very few people around, except for pedestrians, there were only three or five idlers standing next to them listening to the music, and when they saw such a scene, the three or five people immediately walked away.

"Little lady, how much money can you make by singing here for a night? If you sleep with the three of us, I will give you thirty taels of silver, how about it?"

The little girl who sang was already scared silly, just kept struggling, crying loudly, her grandfather hurriedly came over and pulled the drunken warrior, and begged: "The two masters will let us go, we don't want silver, if you want, you can take all the money we earned today, okay, let go of the old granddaughter!"

The old man took out a handful of broken silver, which was only four or five taels, just enough for a few days of food and clothing in Xinyang City.

One of the warriors pushed the old man to the ground, scattered the broken silver on the ground, and cursed in his mouth: "Old immortal, get out of the way! Who cares about your two stinky money?"