When Jia Liyu opened his eyes, the white dragon and the water curtain had disappeared, and he was sitting on the edge of a street in rags, with a wooden stick on the side, and a porcelain bowl with an open mouth in front of him.

Needless to ask, this shape and equipment have clearly shown their identity in the Condor World, that is, the new member of the beggar gang who has always been firmly in the top 500 of the Jianghu sect, that is, the beggar.

Jia Liyu muttered in her heart: "Was it arranged to appear in the same style as Huang Rong in order to make it easier for me to get to know Jing Rong and the two?"

Silently complained, began to look left and right, this is a typical ancient big city, the streets are densely populated, business is prosperous, compared with the pedestrian streets of modern cities, it is a completely different kind of atmosphere.

Although Jia Liyu often begs others, he does not have any relevant work experience, and he is also repulsed in his heart. So he left the sticks and the porcelain bowl, got up and left, and walked down the street, where the passers-by subconsciously avoided him, similar to the modern city.

Jia Liyu walked away, thinking of a way to get to know Guo Jing and Huang Rong, the key to this mission is to make friends with this pair of the most famous CPs in the history of martial arts, know Guo Jing, and learn from him Ma Yu to pass on his true internal skills. Knowing Huang Rong, you can meet Hong Qigong, learn the free-swimming boxing method with him, and even rub a few palms to descend the dragon eighteen palms.

Just as he was thinking about it, suddenly a burst of aroma came to his nose, Jia Liyu stopped and looked, and found that he came to a steamed bun shop, and the aroma came from the newly steamed bun steamer.

Jia Liyu smelled hunger in his stomach, stared at the steamed bun steamer for a while, and the owner of the steamed bun shop hurriedly waved his hand and reprimanded: "What do you look at if you want to eat, go away." ”

Jia Liyu felt hungry in his stomach, felt fresh in his heart, and said politely: "Boss, you misunderstood, I don't want to ask you for steamed buns, I want to work with you to exchange steamed buns." ”

The owner of the steamed bun shop was full of disgust, and said angrily: "You stinky person who wants to eat quickly, go away, who wants to hire you to work, delay me in selling steamed buns, don't blame me for being rude." ”

Jia Liyu said: "If you insist on calling me for food, please don't add the word 'smelly' in front, in fact, I am a disciple of the beggar gang." ”

The owner of the steamed bun shop looked at Jia Liyu like a fool, and then shouted: "Ah Li, Ah Chun!" As soon as the words fell, the two guys came over, and Jia Liyu hurriedly waved his hand and walked away: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, pure misunderstanding, farewell." ”

Jia Liyu walked away quickly, and heard the steamed bun shop owner still scolding in his mouth: "A stinky begging for food, and a beggar to help disciples, when I am a pig's head, I am as good as a monkey......"

This is the whole process of Jia Liyu's first real communication with the ancients, although the process and the result are not satisfactory, but he feels fresh and interesting in his heart, as if it is the first time to talk to a foreigner in English.

After walking for a distance, there was already a rumbling sound in his abdomen, and the protests were loud, Jia Liyu was thinking about whether to change his clothes and change his appearance, when suddenly a beggar holding a wooden stick came to him, the beggar was in a hurry, and when he passed by Jia Liyu, he whispered in his ear: "Elder Li has ordered that this evening, the black pine forest will gather." ”

When Jia Liyu turned his head to look, the beggar had already walked more than ten meters away, showing that he had kung fu on his body.

"Black Pine Forest?" Jia Liyu recalled the plot, he really didn't have the impression of a black pine forest, and only vaguely remembered which forest Huang Rong seemed to be hanging the four ghosts of the Yellow River upside down.

"It's right to fill your stomach first. Jia Liyu looked around, looking for a place to eat, and then happened to see a few scholars turning out of the street on the left, pointing and talking about something, Jia Liyu vaguely heard what "vassal elegance", "smiling and generous" words, curious, and followed.

A few scholars went around and around the street, and went all the way to the north, about two miles, when a large river cut the way, and a group of literati gathered by the river, as if holding a poetry club.

"The wind and the moon are full, the snow and the flowers are still one song each, you sages and friends must not be too humble, with good poems and good sentences, enjoy them, but don't hide them." A slightly chubby middle-aged man clenched his fists and laughed.

"That's all for today, so I'll fill in these two questions by yourself, Lao Zheng. Another Confucian wearing a Dongpo scarf said humbly, and the others also echoed it.

Jia Liyu, who was standing not far away, saw this scene and knew that this was someone else's intention to praise that Lao Zheng, so he deliberately shirked the "talent".

"If there is anything difficult about these two questions, I can write them. Just as the literati were pushing each other, a discordant voice suddenly sounded, and everyone followed the voice, and saw a thin young man standing not far away, who was wearing a torn fur hat on his head, and his face and hands were full of black coals, and he was looking at several literati who wrote poetry indifferently.

Although the young man was dressed in black, Jia Liyu was bright.

"Where did the little beggar come from, so unashamed?" rebuked a literati with a fan in hand.

The young man said: "Whether you are ashamed of your words or not, you have to write it to know." ”

The literati holding the fan was about to speak, Lao Zheng waved his hand and said: "Yi Jiandon't be angry, the so-called genius doesn't ask about his background, let him write." ”

The fan literati arched his hand slightly, squinted at the young man, and said, "Since you said that you can write, come forward and write." ”

The young man said, "If I write it, what good will it be, otherwise I will not show you good poems in vain." ”

Yi Jian's fan was closed, his brows furrowed slightly, and he was about to have a seizure, Lao Zheng continued: "If the little brother writes a poem that convinces us, I will give five taels of silver as a gift." ”

The young man shook his head and smiled when he heard "five taels of silver", and said, "Five taels is five taels." The young man ignored them, walked to the table, stretched out his dirty hand and picked up a wolf's hair, and wrote: The sword flies in the shadow of the peach blossom, and the blue sea tide is pressed by the jade flute. Laughing wildly when singing self-indulgence, the orchid snaps its fingers at the old man.

"Good poem!" Lao Zheng clapped his hands when he saw the second sentence, and when the young man finished writing, he praised again: "Good words!"

When other literati heard this, they also stepped forward to watch, and when they saw the four lines of graceful and delicate peach blossoms on the paper, they couldn't help but secretly applaud.

"The first sentence is the sword palm of the Ying Divine Sword, the second sentence is the song of the blue sea tide, and the fourth sentence is the orchid brushing the acupoint, that's right, it's her!" Jia Liyu, who saw this poem, finally confirmed the identity of the young man, and was both excited and surprised.

At this time, I heard the old Zheng say: "Poetry is a good poem, and words are also good words, I have nothing to say, so I will give the silver." Unexpectedly, the young man said, "Since you know good poetry and good words, I don't want any silver." He turned around and left.

Jia Liyu no longer hesitated at the moment, and suddenly clapped his hands and said: "Good poetry!

The two abrupt applause instantly attracted the attention of everyone in the audience, and seeing Jia Liyu's outfit, some people couldn't help muttering: "Another beggar?"

The young man wearing the fur hat had just taken two steps, and when he heard Jia Liyu's voice, he suddenly stopped, looked back at him, and his eyes were hidden with curiosity: "How did he see that he was both civil and military?"

Jia Liyu stepped forward and said apologetically: "Because I suddenly saw a good poem, I couldn't hold back the applause for a while, which disturbed everyone's Yaxing, don't be surprised." ”

Someone answered: "You little beggar also know poetry?" As soon as the words fell, he suddenly realized that the little beggar had written a good poem just now, his face was red, and he bowed his head and said nothing.

Jia Liyu didn't have a-for-tat, and said with a smile: "I've read books for a few years, so I know a little bit." ”

Yi Jian, who scolded the fur-hat boy just now, shook his fan and said, "Could it be that you are also going to write a song?"

Jia Liyu had the intention to attract the attention of the young man in the fur hat, and said, "If it's convenient, I can also make a rough song and participate in the grand event." ”

Yi Jian had a lesson from the past, hey, he didn't know how to answer, Lao Zheng said: "Today's poetry meeting, I can meet two little brothers, I'm afraid it is also fate, now the wind and snow and the moon are four questions, only the word 'snow' has no poems, how about you make this question?"

After reading the peach blossom poem of the little beggar before, Lao Zheng was already suspecting in his heart that there was a master behind the scenes and called someone to smash the field to prevent him from making a name. If the reaction is too intense, maybe the other party will use other means to make it even more difficult for his literary friends to get off the stage, so it is better to push the boat with the current and respond to all changes without change.

Sure enough, after Lao Zheng sent out the invitation, the young man was not polite, and put a pen under the word "snow", annotated "Yongxue", and then wrote: "One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces." ”

As soon as these two lines of poetry came out, there was an uproar in the audience:

"What kind of poem is this, this is clearly counting, it's ridiculous!"

"Where did you come from, isn't it the luck of touching five taels of silver?"

"Hurry up, let's go, don't mess around here. ”

......

Despite the scolding, the young man remained unmoved, and continued to write: "Nine pieces and ten pieces fly one by one, and they don't see the reeds when they fly in." ”

"Hey, these last two sentences ......" Lao Zheng's voice suddenly sounded, suppressing the scolding of others to a certain extent, and when more people saw the last two sentences, the previous scolding had completely stopped, and some people couldn't help but praise: "Good turn." ”

Lao Zheng said: "If there is no vulgarity in the first two sentences, and the elegance of the last two sentences is not seen, the poem is Yongxue, and there is not a single word of snow in the whole article, but the artistic conception jumps on the paper, and it is a good poem." ”

When the others heard Lao Zheng's comments, they nodded in agreement, and they also exchanged views on the poem, Jia Liyu was about to ask for silver, turned his head and saw the young man in the fur hat smile, and then turned around and left, too late to talk to Lao Zheng, and hurriedly chased after him.