While everyone was holding their breath, two common names spun around.

Coiled around each other, like twisted whirlpools, the earth is hooked below, and the clouds are rushing up above!

Yin Zhi laughed and said: "Both of them have created a new style of writing, they have created the same style, heaven and earth are judging, who should be the real pioneer!"

The examiners of the six arts of the gentleman all lowered their eyebrows and did not dare to say anything.

They are different from the Great Sect Bo Yin Zhi, they are the people of Shangliuqing.

And now, it is obvious that Xiao Wu Bo Su Ang has gained the momentum, and Murong Bai has been hit so hard that he doesn't want to.

Where did they get the courage to answer?

After all, in their hearts, they also admired Su Ang's ability to come up with a new style.

That's right, it was Suang who made it.

Su Ang's two protégés came up with the same new genre at the same time.

It's not the poetry genius Su Ziang who made it, but it can also be Sun Wang and Zhao Minghe, who have a good heart?

Laugh off their big teeth!

Yin Zhi walked towards Su Ang and handed Su Ang a cup of tea with his own hands: "Drink more tea and drink less." ”

"Thank you, Lord Yin, for your concern. ”

Su Ang took the teacup and just took a sip, Yin Zhi said meaningfully: "Master Su, what a good means." ”

"It's just a small thing. Suang smiled.

Yin Zhi's face stiffened suddenly, and Murong Bai next to him almost fainted in his throat without taking a breath.

Just a trifle?

This is a new genre!

This reputation ......

Wait a minute!

Murong Bai and Yin Zhi thought about it carefully, suddenly looked at each other, and then looked at Su Ang at the same time.

"Cunning old man!"

They 'scolded' Suang.

Su Ang spread out his hand, indicating that he was very aggrieved.

Creating a new genre, nothing, really nothing.

At most, it is just to earn some fame and increase the willingness of sentient beings.

Heaven and earth will reward you for opening up a new style of writing, but this is only for the cultivation of Wenjie, not a big thing for all beings in the world.

Heaven and earth will only symbolically give some honors, such as the first poem of the new genre to be promoted three levels in a row or something.

And the level is only superficial, and there is no substantial change in power.

The only benefit is the willingness of all beings.

Yin Zhi wanted to praise Su Ang just now, and felt that Su Ang was really affectionate and righteous to give so many sentient beings to his protégé, but after thinking about it carefully, is everyone in the world stupid for such an obvious thing?

He could see that the new style was created by Su Ang, and people in the world could also see it.

In the end, the power of the sentient beings' wishes still went to Su Ang......

Murong Bai also figured it out, gritted his teeth and broke it clearly, and said angrily: "Okay, you little martial uncle, when it comes to conspiracies and tricks, this official is willing to bow down, this time...... This official has confessed!"

"What?" Su Ang was a little confused.

He really didn't think about it that much, he just wanted his protégé to get good results, and not let Wang Qing find trouble.

Simpler, can you think simply, I can't guess how complicated your mind is.

Suang threw away the teacup.

Well, it's better to drink a bar, maybe if you drink too much, you can become an old fox.

He...... So wronged~

......

"On the armor!"

The vision of the new style continued, but Suang said nothing.

You don't have to look at anything.

Sun Wang or Zhao Minghe are both his protégés, and any poem that is raised by three levels is an ordinary Xuanhe-level chapter.

What's wrong with giving a grade, you bite me?

Music test, math test, poetry test......

On the three armors, it is properly at the top of the list.

So, Suang has more important things to do.

......

"A, A, A, ?!!!" Jin Banfake was stupid.

He was born in the Jin family, which was rich and rivaled, and he was very proficient in the study of arithmetic, but now he was a little confused, and he had to count with his fingers.

"Twenty thousand pieces of gold cakes, one pays sixty, one two, three, four, five six times, and then ten times, ahhhhh

Jin Banfei was so happy that his teeth and flowers laughed.

One million two thousand gold cakes is nothing to the entire Jin family, but he is just a junior of the Jin family, and his private money has never exceeded 200,000 gold cakes.

Betting 20,000 yuan on Su Ang's protégé, I just feel that I ......

20,000 pieces of gold cake, throw it away, and throw it away, when you give Su Ang a good position.

What if you win...... Well, he didn't think about this in case, how could it be?

But, it's really possible!

Something happened!

One million and two million gold cakes, his pockets are several times richer!

I can buy a lot of young girls!

"Brother Su Ang, there is something at home for the foolish brother, take your leave!" Jin Banfake turned around and left.

Sad, he looked at Su Ang sadly.

Without the mandarin duck butterfly, he is completely degenerate, he likes beautiful women, especially beautiful women with temperament.

He has been coveting a few Oiran in the capital for a long time, and now he ...... What, dare to say that it is not for sale, the gold cake will collapse your painting boat!

Kim Semi-Fake walks differently.

With the sound of the wind.

"Eighty-two!" Su Ang grabbed Jin Banchen.

"Sanqi!" Jin Banqiao looked back with a bitter expression.

"Brother Su Ang, that mansion is more than that, we are good friends!"

"The mansion was given to me by the Jin family, right? It was the investment that the Jin family smashed on me, and you still want to put all the profits into your own pocket at one time?" Su Ang looked resolute: "June Fourth!"

"Five or five at most!" Kim held out five fingers.

"Deal!"

Money, it's all money.

Fifty-five accounts, one person can also share 600,000 pieces of gold cake.

Su Ang and Jin Banzhen's eyes flashed with golden light, but Murong Bai next to him had a miserable green light in his eyes.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

The official ...... Old man...... Lao Tzu doesn't pay for it!

Lao Tzu is in debt!

Murong Bai's whole person was half shorter, and his old face was wrinkled, like a sun chrysanthemum on the side of the road in spring.

Su Ang didn't care.

No compensation?

You've got to have the guts!

......

For several days in a row, the king Qing was very nervous when he went to court.

The pockets are rich, and one loses sixty, 18 million fast gold cakes.

The money was not from the treasury, but from his king.

There is money in the lonely pocket, and the lonely loves to be alone, which courtier complains that there is no money, and the lonely is out, and the atmosphere is not!

Loneliness is confidence!

Su Ang was also very confident, he didn't even buy gold, and wandered around the city to buy gold-level swords and armor.

There is a big gap between the treasures of the gold level, such as the Mandarin Duck Butterfly Sword, although it is a gold level, but it has no price, and it is impossible to buy it with hundreds of thousands of gold cakes.

But there are also those that are worth a thousand gold, which are much better than alchemy.

That's what Su Ang wants.

I have 600,000 pieces of gold in my pocket, and I can buy 600 pieces.

Buy as much as you see, the official wants it all!

.........

Early in the morning, the sun is shining.

After Su Ang left the court, he routinely went to visit the various markets in the capital.

Qianjin-level swords and armor, this is not a dirt on the ground, you can pick up a handful at will, he has been shopping for many days, and he has bought more than 80 pieces, which are only matched by the generals under his command.

If you have money, you have to find a place to spend it......

"Little Uncle Wu, this official is hungry. Someone behind him spoke.

Su Ang rolled his eyes, pressed his palm to his forehead, and almost couldn't help but turn around and was about to make a move.

But......

No, you can't do it.

Can't beat it.

Because...... Behind him was Murong Bai, Murong Dajinshi.

Speaking of this Murong Bai, Su Ang couldn't help but give a thumbs up and spit out the word 'service' fiercely.

Shang Liuqing, including Murong Bai, lost a total of 18 million gold cakes to Wang Qing, plus 1.2 million yuan from Jin Banjiao's side.

Although he also made some money, but this time he gambled, Shang Liuqing had to lose more than 15 million gold cakes.

The Shangliuqing sold antiques, sold other gardens, sold slaves, and almost took off all the pants, so they got together enough gold cakes, if it weren't for Wang Qing's 'benevolence', they would even have to sell their mansions.

Others on the six Qing eat bran and drink thin,

Murong Bai ate and drank spicy food.

There is no other reason than ...... Murong Bai's face is thick enough.

"Little Uncle Wu,"

Murong Bai took a figure-eight step and said with a smile: "Today, the official has nothing to do, so let's go with you, well, the official is with you, you can't be hungry for the official, you have to be in line with hospitality." ”

Are you idle today?

Su Ang wanted to grit his teeth, this Murong Bai had been idle for eight days.

For eight days, he who eats him and drinks him is sent to him.

Murong Bai, you, you, you ......," Su Ang suddenly smiled: "It's okay, it's just some food and drink, Bailige, you go to the market to cut some meat, and send a few catties to Lord Meng and their families, just say that Lord Murong said that they are too poor to eat meat, and they feel sorry for it, so they specially 'let' the official get some meat and send it."

Remember, tell Lord Meng that Lord Murong is all right, and this official is serving well here. ”

"......" Murong Bai.

......

Murong Bai blushed and felt ashamed, he was very uncomfortable.

But it's okay to feel uncomfortable on your face, it's better than on your mouth.

In the past eight days, he has eaten and drunk Su Ang's, Su Ang is not a person who has wronged himself, and he has to eat and drink well, so he also eats with a mouth full of oil.

Before leaving, he could still bring some up, Su Ang was not so stingy.

The ones he brought were sent to his good daughter Murong Chenchen.

Whoever is wronged, he is not willing to wronged his daughter.

"Master Su, there is a wine shop in front of you......" Murong Bai started again.

Su Ang pursed his lips: "If you buy it, bring it, and the lower officials will go to the Fang Market first." ”

Dongfang City is the largest market in the capital.

Sihaixuan is the best weapon workshop in Dongfang City.

Su Ang led people in, only to see swords, guns, swords and halberds hanging on the walls on both sides, and pen and ink slips on the counter in front.

As soon as he entered the door, the shopkeeper of Sihaixuan greeted him.

"Hey, Master Su is here again, come on, sit inside, this happens to be a batch of golden war knives, look at ......"

Su Ang bought more than thirty golden battle knives here, as well as a few pieces of golden armor, and he had long been a regular customer of Sihaixuan.

The shopkeeper was particularly flattering, but before he could welcome Su Ang in, there was a commotion in the back.

A boy holding a rod trident and brutally crashed into Zhao Xin, who was following Su Ang.

Zhao Xin was fine, but Brother Gongzi fell to the ground, and the trident was broken into two.

"My sea dragon halberd!" Childe sat on the ground and cried.

In the face of several strong generals who followed Su Ang, Brother Gongzi was not afraid at all, and howled in his throat: "Lose money! Lao Tzu's sea dragon halberd is worth a lot of money, lose ...... Eighty million gold cakes!"

Burst!

Su Ang didn't feel anything wrong, Murong Bai was already laughing.

Is this blackmail?

Extort...... Su Ziang?

He has never blackmailed Su Ziang, but he has quarreled with Su Ang a few times, and he has become what he is now.

Every morning when he woke up, he felt that there was a grave on his head, and the grave grass on the grave was three feet tall.

He didn't dare to underestimate Su Ziang anymore.

Before he calms down, he doesn't plan to go against Su Ang again.

What do you dare to blackmail Su Ziang?

Murong Bai flicked his sleeves very casually: "It's just a splash, don't pay attention to him, Lord Xiao Wubo, do you say that after seeing the weapons and armor, do you want to eat the sauce beef of Nanfu?" Or do you want to eat the yellow rotten fish soup from the West Sky Tower?"

Su Ang didn't take it seriously, and replied with a smile.

But at this time, Zhao Xin roared angrily and blocked Su Ang.

A broken trident pierced Zhao Xin's shoulder fiercely......

Lao Tzu said...... Lose money!"

Childe's mouth poked out sharp teeth, and horns began to grow on his forehead.