Sixty miles of road, not very far, everyone walked very fast, two hours later, they arrived in Changning County.

Changning County has a population of more than 100,000, and after entering the county seat, it is still quite lively. There are many pedestrians on the street, and there are many vendors on both sides, shouting loudly and shouting, one after another.

The three girls rarely seemed to come to such a lively place, and they watched it with great interest, and sometimes stopped to buy something.

"I'm hungry, let's find a place to eat." Gu Qingzhuo said.

People who cultivate martial arts have a relatively large consumption, and after walking for such a long time, it is naturally easy to feel hungry.

"Okay." Li Buxian nodded.

"How's this restaurant? Yuexian Restaurant, close to the river, can see the scenery on both sides of the river, it feels very good. Ye Xuelian pointed to a restaurant not far away and said.

"Yuexian Restaurant is the best restaurant in Changning County, and it costs two taels of silver to eat a meal. Have we brought enough silver? Li Buxian was a little embarrassed, "We are in the True Martial Sect, and there is no place to make money, and our family is not rich, so we ......"

"This is the embarrassment of taking a girl shopping, and then having an empty pocket and no money to go to the best place to eat. It seems that you still have to make some money. Meng Xing said in his heart.

I don't know the importance of money when I don't go out, and I have to spend money everywhere when I go out.

The original owner has not been far away, and he has been nesting in Jianchi Peak for three years, and he has not left much money on his body.

"Then go to another house, there's no need to spend this money." Luo Yao said understandingly.

Zhou Ruoqing walked over, looked at a notice posted in front of the door of Yuexian Restaurant, and said: "It is written here, as long as you write a poem, you can have a big meal here for free, and you can even provide a free night's accommodation." Which of you will write a poem? ”

Everyone shook their heads, everyone is a martial arts cultivator, it can be said that they are all rough people, and they are not the material for poetry.

The owner of this restaurant is really a businessman, and he attracts everyone's attention through poetry, so that everyone can talk about Yuexian Restaurant, and obtain greater benefits at the lowest price, and it also makes this restaurant more elegant. Meng Xing thought to himself.

At this time, two scholars wearing moon-white Confucian shirts came to the door of the restaurant, looked at the notice, and one of the scholars said loudly: "Boss, I want to write a poem, can you really provide a big meal for free here?" ”

"Of course, as long as you give a poem with the word 'month', and the artistic conception of the poem is not very bad, you can eat and drink a big meal for free." A fat boss walked out, with a rich face, and said with a smile.

"Good. Trouble the boss to provide pen and ink. The scholar said cheerfully.

Soon, a restaurant guy brought out a table and placed it on the side of the door, and provided pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

This scene quickly attracted people from all around to watch, and the door of the restaurant suddenly became lively.

"Someone is writing poems again."

"Someone came to write a poem yesterday, but he wrote a nondescript poem, and he wanted to eat and drink, but he was blasted out by the restaurant owner. Today this man does not know how. ”

"Although there are many scholars in our Changning County, there are very few people who are good at poetry.

"This person is not afraid of making a fool of himself, and he dares to come here to write poems, and he is obviously also prepared."

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Soon, the scholar wrote a poem with a pen, and the handwriting was quite good, the dragon flew and the phoenix danced.

The owner of the restaurant is also a person who likes to read, and he read it out in public, shaking his head and looking satisfied. After reading it, he said that the scholar had passed and could go in to eat and drink a big meal.

Immediately there was a lively applause, and many people watched with envy as the two scholars walked in.

"That's it?" Meng Xing was stunned, is this okay? Obviously, this poem is very rough, the artistic conception is average, and it is not very in line with the plain, but it can still pass?

Is the owner of this restaurant releasing water?

As a college student who graduated from a third-rate university, although Meng Xing can't compose poems, he has memorized so many Tang and Song poems, and he can't compose poems and can chant poems, so he still has the ability to appreciate.

It seems that the level of the owner of this restaurant is not good, so he wants to engage in this gimmick to make money.

Zhou Ruoqing and Ye Xuelian were also applauding, watching the two scholars walk in with some envy.

"It's really good to be a reader, and you can eat and drink for free." Ye Xuelian said.

Meng Xing thought about it for a while, he could remember most of the poems he had learned before, and brought a poem to drink, although it was a little rude, but it could also make everyone have a good meal.

Why don't you just give it a try?

So he squeezed into the crowd and came to the restaurant owner.

"Meng Xing, what do you want to do? Do you want to write poetry too? Don't be ashamed. Let's go. Gu Qingzhuo said.

Gu Qingzhuo's face was a little ugly, your face is too thick-skinned, it's not a reading material, you still want to compose poetry, you are not afraid of being embarrassed, I am still afraid of being embarrassed.

Although there are also teachers in the Zhenwu Sect who teach them to read and write, the main thing is to cultivate martial arts, and they never require their disciples to be able to recite poems.

"Meng Xing, hurry up." Luo Yao also said, frowning.

Although she was born in a scholarly family, since her parents died and her family was separated, when she came to Zhenwu Sect, she focused on cultivation and didn't care about reading.

In this chaotic world, reading is not as useful as cultivating martial arts, and cultivating martial arts can at least protect oneself.

Meng Xing ignored them and said to the restaurant owner: "Boss, I'll also compose a poem." ”

The owner of the restaurant saw that he was dressed as a martial artist, and he couldn't believe it, and said, "You are a martial artist, and you can still compose poems?" ”

"If you learn martial arts, why can't you write poetry? I can't imagine my poetry. Meng Xing said.

"Those who learn martial arts are all rough ones. Go, don't entertain me. The restaurant owner drove away.

The other six people of the True Martial Sect were all a little ashamed on their faces, the restaurant owner was all driving away, and this Meng Xing was still standing there with a cheeky face.

Li Buxian glanced at Yang Xiaohammer with a somewhat reproachful expression. If he hadn't brought Meng Xing here, there wouldn't have been so many things, this is making a fool of himself in front of people.

Yang Xiaozhu touched his nose and said with some unconfidence: "Meng Xing should be able to make poems." ”

Luo Yao and Ye Xuelian couldn't bear to witness it, and wanted to go to La Mengxing, but they were afraid that they would also make a fool of themselves. This Meng Xing's temper is still very hard sometimes.

Zhou Ruoqing's eyes were slightly bright, and he remembered the appearance of Meng Xing playing the guqin, gentle and elegant, as if he was a piano master.

"Boss, listen to me first." Meng Xingdao.

"Hurry up and groan, get out of here." The restaurant owner said impatiently.

Meng Xing coughed, straightened the cyan clothes on his body, and groaned: "The bright moon is not frightening, and the breeze is chirping cicadas in the middle of the night." ”

The restaurant owner's gesture to drive away suddenly froze, and he said in surprise: "You can really compose poetry?" ”

"Of course. What do you think of these two sentences? Meng Xing said.

"Not bad, not bad! Some artistic conceptions, write them down quickly. The restaurant owner said with some excitement. Finally, there is a poet who can compose.

The poems written by the two scholars just now, of course, he released the water. In fact, there are not many people in Changning County who can write poems, and they write miserably, and they think they are good.

In order to promote Yuexian Restaurant, you can only suffer a few losses occasionally, put some water, and achieve the effect of publicity.

Meng Xing came to the table, and a guy hurriedly laid rice paper for him.

Gu Qingzhuo, Li Buxian, Luo Yao, Ye Xuelian and others were so ashamed that they had to hide their faces and leave, and when they heard the words of the restaurant owner, they immediately looked at each other.

Is this Meng Xing really able to compose poetry?