At this time, the boatman came from behind.

This man is about forty, his dark face is full of wrinkles, his back is slightly hunched, but he is full of spirit, and said: "The old man listened to a poem that Gongzi just chanted, and he was so angry, Gongzi didn't know if he could write it down?" If you can, the old man will not charge a penny for the boat fare. ”

He has been sailing on Taihu Lake for more than 20 years, and he has carried many scholars and scholars.

In the past, these people also chanted poems against him on his ship, but they did not hear a poem that could make him laugh like today.

Although he was illiterate, the poem was useless and allusional, and not only did he understand most of it, but he also found it very well written.

If this poem had remained on his ship, his business would have been much better in the future.

Feeling that he didn't seem to be bidding enough, the boatman then hurriedly said: "Although the old man's fare is nothing in the eyes of the son, I like the poems made by the son very much, and the literati the old man has met are gone, but he has never encountered such a poem." ”

Huang Rong took two steps forward, stood in front of the boatman, patted him on the shoulder and said, "You have a good eye, you know that this poem is good, but you want to exchange it for a boat fare, you think I don't agree with it!" ”

The boatman was stunned by Huang Rong, his old face turned red, and he hurriedly said: "No, no, the old man didn't mean that, girl... Girl... ”

"Girl, do you know that this poem is worth a thousand gold!" Huang Rong's eyes widened, and her voice suddenly rose a little.

Jing Zhou saw that the boatman was in a hurry, and even used his hand, so he said: "The boatman, you don't have to be in a hurry, it's just a poem, if you like it, it's fate, and it doesn't hurt to send it to you." It's just that I didn't carry pen and ink, but do you have it on this ship? ”

Hearing Jing Zhou's words, the man was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "Yes, yes!" Childe, wait a minute, I'll go get it! ”

Huang Rong snorted coldly, and said sullenly: "Why don't you see you send me?" ”

"You~" Jing Zhou shook his head first, and then smiled: "Didn't I give you a painting worth a thousand gold before?" That painting is priceless and precious! ”

Huang Rong pouted and held back the words on her lips.

That painting is ashamed, can it be worth a thousand gold?

I'm afraid I can't sell it for 100 gold...

"Brother Jing, I really obey you by calling Huazi, now I come out with you, I don't have to spend money on a boat, look at the appearance of the boatman, you make him happy with this casual one, and he is happier than picking up a piece of silver."

After speaking, Hong Qigong thought for a while and said, "What do you think of my beggar gang?" Don't underestimate the name Hanako, this beggar gang has more than 100,000 people, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the largest gang in the world, if you come to the beggar gang, the old name Hanako will pass on the position of the leader of this beggar gang to you. ”

"My beggar gang, there is also a dog-beating stick method, this stick method is really the first-class martial arts in martial arts throughout the ages! If you inherit the position of the helper, I can teach you this stick method now, how about Brother Jing? ”

I didn't expect Hong Qigong to pay attention to himself, Jing Zhou shook the folding fan, and said with a smile: "The jade fan is white-clothed, haha, Qigong, even if this beggar gang leader has all kinds of benefits, it's not what I think in my heart, you better choose someone else, why don't you take a look at Rong'er?" ”

Not to mention anything else, to be the leader of the beggar gang, the first test is to accept the saliva of the disciples in the gang!

"Hmph, I don't want to be called Hanako!" Huang Rong hurriedly waved her hand, she was not crazy, how could she go to the beggar gang.

Hong Qigong shook his head regretfully, if he finds another one like Jing Zhou, he will turn the rivers and lakes through, and I am afraid that he will not be able to find a second one.

The female doll is not bad, but she is not willing to do so, and besides, this beggar gang has no practice of passing on the throne to the female gang leader.

Hong Qigong sighed, anyway, he was still young, so he might as well spend a few more days looking for it.

Huang Yaoshi was bowing his head at this time and thinking about the poems made before Jingzhou, his ancestors were originally a big family and a famous family in Zhejiang, and he himself was also a person who read poetry and books, if it wasn't for the evil of the powerful when he was young, he might have been an official in the court now.

Seeing Jingzhou poetry near the lake before, he also came to his mind and wanted to compare with Jingzhou, but after a while, he thought of two small poems, but there were no sentences worth saying.

If there was no Jingzhou's poem before, it would be okay for him to chant it, but if he chanted it again at this time, it would reflect Jingzhou's poem plainly.

The breadth of the artistic conception of the sentence "Bohan Sun and Moon Three Thousand Worlds" alone is far from being comparable to his two poems.

After a while, the boatman walked out of the cabin with an inkstone pen and paper, and there were many literati on this Taihu Lake, so he always had paper and pen on board for emergencies.

A small table was laid out at the bow of the boat, and the boatman put the pen and ink in place, looking at Jingzhou with an expectant face.

Hong Qigong was born in poverty, and he didn't know a few big characters, but this was the first time he had encountered such elegant things, and before Jing Zhou could write it, he stood at the small table.

At this time, the wind had risen on the lake, and the boat began to shake, only to see Jingzhou holding the pen, not affected at all, dotting ink and brushing, in one go, four sentences and fifty-six elegant words fell on the paper.

"Shura Warrior God"

At first glance, Hong Qigong only felt that this word was written beautifully, much more beautiful than the fortune teller on the street, and when he looked at it again, he found that there was a trace of sword intent between the lines, and he knew that this was Jing Zhou's own kendo perception into the word.

If someone with a high level of understanding sees this poem, they may be able to comprehend a superior swordsmanship.

This shocked him, so he grabbed it with one hand, wanting to pick it up and take a good look.

"Good!"

A cheer came, but Huang Yaoshi was one step ahead of Hong Qigong and held the poem in his hand.

He simply thought it was well written.

This word is graceful, although it is a thin gold body, but it has a unique charm, compared with the thin gold of Huizong, it is a little more crazy, and it is also a little more elegant.

The more he looked at it, the more he liked it, but this poem Jingzhou had been given to the boatman, and he was not easy to snatch it, but he planned in his heart that after some time, this Jingzhou would write a few copies for himself alone.

Hong Qigong complained: "Huang Laoxi, you are fast, hurry up and call Huazi to see, where is this poem." ”

Huang Yaoshi stroked the wisp of clear beard, nodded, and saw that Hong Qigong was in a hurry, and handed the poem to him with a smile and said, "Seventh brother, when did you like these things that have dropped your book bag?" ”

Hong Qigong muttered: "Hey, the four of us, you two plus Huang Rong, are both clever and ghostly people, isn't there a saying that people gather and things are divided, stay with you, so that Hanako can sing two poems even if there is no ink in her stomach!" ”

"Good!"

Hong Qigong felt the sword intent under the words, and kept nodding.

After looking at both sides again, Hong Qigong handed the poem to the boatman...