White as snow!

The young man had a tall red horse in his crotch, a sword that was obviously used for decoration hanging from his waist, a on his head, a book in his left hand, a pot of wine in his right hand, shaking his head, chanting words in his mouth, walking on the official road to the royal capital, and feeling comfortable.

"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns. With a wine burp, the young man proudly grabbed the wine jug and took another sip, "You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing has sad white hair, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk." ”

"Hey, scholar, what are you reading?"

On the avenue, a magnificent carriage passed by the young man, but suddenly the head of a little girl poked out of the window, giggling and asking.

"The students are good at drinking, and the journey is lonely, and they chant a little poem to talk about it as a pastime, which makes the girl smile. Slightly arched his hand, Fang Cun's face flushed slightly, and then chuckled.

"Hey, chant poetry! Scholar, you read it again and let me hear it. The little girl looked at this square inch curiously, and she looked very cute.

"I want it!" smiled and nodded, and the young man raised the flask and took another sip before continuing to groan.

“...... Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon. I was born to be useful, and I will come back when my daughter is gone...... Five-flowered horses, daughter-in-law, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you!"

After groaning in one breath, Fang Cun took another sip of wine proudly, and then looked at the little girl with a smile.

"Don't look at me, I don't understand, it's better for Miss to have the final say. Rolling her eyes, the little girl muttered, and retracted her head into the carriage, as if to inquire about the young lady.

In the middle of the sound, the little girl stuck her head out again, "That scholar, is this poem really written by you?"

"Uh, yes, but is it still in your ears?"

"Wow, you really did it! Miss is very amazed, it seems that I underestimated you, and I can make Miss praise very little, I think, you are much more powerful than those messy talents in the royal capital." ”

"Miss praised!" the young man shook his head with a smile as he bowed his hand slightly towards the carriage.

"Scholar, what's your name?" Blinking her eyes, looking at the young man, the little girl asked with a smile, "Are you going to the royal capital?"

"The student's surname is Fang, and the single name is an inch!" The young man smiled, "This road is an official road, leading directly to the royal capital, so I naturally want to go to the royal capital." ”

"Fang Cun, well, I remember you! Hehe, let's see you again. Smiled and arched her hand, the little girl shrank her head, and returned to the carriage, and the next moment, the carriage gradually accelerated, throwing Fang Cun behind her.

"County Lord, is that poem really good?" blinking curiously, the little girl looked at the palace woman beside her and asked in a chattering voice.

The pale yellow palace dress dress sets off the woman's crescent-like face, showing an elegant state.

The woman in the palace costume is actually only ten years old, and her face is vaguely childish, but she is covered by the elegant and noble temperament on her body, which is usually impossible to see.

"Xiao Cao, I said a long time ago, you should study your homework hard, such a good poem, you can't even hear it, it's really stupid!" smiled and reached out and nodded on the little girl's forehead, and the county lord couldn't help but quip.

"Miss, you bully people!" pouted dissatisfiedly, and the little girl tugged on the county lord's sleeve and said, "Tell me about it, I won't understand it as soon as you talk about it?"

"You, I really can't help you. Shaking his head a little helplessly, the county lord pondered for a while, and then explained, "This is a poem to persuade drinking, the ancient sages are all lonely, only the drinker leaves his name, which means that the ancient sages are not as good as him." ”

"Ah, that's too arrogant, isn't it? Besides, wine is not a good thing, this guy is not a good person, I thought he was very good. Wrinkling her cute little nose, the little girl muttered dissatisfiedly.

"That's not it, there have always been not a few ancient poems about persuading wine, but there are few that can be compared with this one! You don't understand anything else, I am born to be useful, and I will come back after my daughter is gone, don't you understand this sentence? If you think about it carefully, what kind of confidence and style is this?"

Tilting her head and thinking about it, the little girl suddenly realized and nodded excitedly.

"Hearing the county lord say this, it's true! Okay, isn't that guy going to the royal capital, there's always a chance to see you again, hehe. ”

.........

Someone who plagiarized the masterpiece of the poet and immortal still did not have any shame, and rode triumphantly all the way to the king.

The distance from Crescent City to the royal capital is not close, and along the way, Fang Cun's injuries have long been healed, and he has fabricated the identity of such a scholar, and he has traveled all the way.

It's not that Fang Cun likes the identity of a scholar, it's just that in this world, in the absence of an aristocratic status, if you want not to be despised by others, you don't have to see people and kneel, then only scholars are the most convenient. Moreover, if you want to win the lord, only scholars are the most convenient.

Once the title of the gold list, you can jump into the dragon gate!

Stepping into the innate realm, Fang Cun seemed to have broken free from the cage that had been bound to his body for a long time, and every time he was diligent in cultivation, his strength increased.

The most important thing is that there seems to be a new understanding of Fang Cundian, which was difficult to understand in the past.

In the old man's words, Fang Cun is now really hovering at the door of the second realm, and he has already pushed this door open a small crack!

However, looking at the world, this bit of strength is still nothing, these words, Fang Cun naturally did not just cross that meeting, and his horizons were much broader.

Above the congenital, it is the Xuan Rank, it is said that the Xuan Rank master, with the strength of one person can compete with the army, if Fang Cun has the strength of the Xuan Rank, in the face of the existence of the Leng family, there is no need to spend any effort to calculate, one person and one sword, it is enough to kill the Leng family up and down!

As a disciple of Fang Cun Mountain, Fang Cun has a stubborn thirst for strength, because the old man said that the disciples of Fang Cun Mountain, no matter where they go, are definitely the strongest!

In the previous life, Fang Cun did it, but in this life, it is still far behind.

What's more, in the previous life, since the first realm of Dacheng, Fang Cun had already lost the direction of continuing to cultivate, and now he finally found the direction of progress in this world, how could there be no reason not to be relaxed.

In Fang Cun's bones, there is a kind of pride and conceit that belongs to Fang Cun Mountain, how can he be willing to hide in a small town to waste his time!

He just pretended to be a noble child of the royal capital, and he could scare the Crescent Moon City Lord to treat him as a guest, how could there be no reason why he couldn't go to the royal capital!

Although I have never seen what the ancient Yanjing was like, in terms of intuitive impact alone, the prosperity of this royal capital is definitely not under any famous city.

This world is far more exciting than you imagined!

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