The rules at the banquet must be self-reported before composing a poem.

In the 800 years since the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the iron-clad class order has been maintained from generation to generation by these family gates.

The people of later generations are no longer simple surnames, they are the glory of their ancestors, and they are the foundation that has supported these high-ranking families for thousands of years.

The exploits of 800 years ago are still being praised by oral tradition.

The young man in white stood in the corner, and his position was not prominent.

"Lin'an City, Pingkangfang Butcher, Jiang Mian."

Jiang Mian's voice was very soft, but it exploded like thunder, causing a bigger movement than Fang Cai in an instant.

"Butcher?"

"Such lowly people drink and enjoy pleasure with us!"

"Hmph, the flower party of Suyuezhai is really not refused."

"How can this be justified, how can this be justified!"

……

Jiang Mian's ears were full of harsh words, but his eyes were still calm, and he looked at the Oiran sitting on the piano in the distance, the girl's smart eyes were full of curiosity, and there seemed to be a trace of worry hidden in the depths of his eyes.

"A butcher should be able to compose poetry? Then my watchdog can read. Someone shouted.

Immediately caused a round of laughter around them, and the gang was undisguised, one by one with sarcasm on their faces.

Xie Ping'an, who was surrounded by people, never looked different, just drank.

Jiang Mian looked around, these children of the family were all looking at him with illiterate eyes.

"The floating incense surrounds the curved shore."

Everyone was shocked: "Can this butcher really write poetry?" ”

Several children of the family looked at each other: "He... He must be blind. ”

"Round Shadow Covering the Pool."

The surrounding ponds are full of lotus flowers at this time, graceful and enchanting, and the fragrance is faint.

The poems are concise, the words are extremely accurate, and a few strokes sketch a scene of a lotus pond under the moon.

"Wonderful!" There was a whisper of someone who knew poetry, and the air was suppressed.

A few of the most proud children of the family just now gritted their teeth: "It's just that the blind cat bumped into the dead mouse, I don't believe you can still ......"

"I am often afraid that the autumn wind is early, and I don't know it."

As soon as these two sentences came out, the hall was silent.

None of these people are straw bales.

The first two sentences write the scenery vividly, a pool of lotus flowers is full of vitality, and the last two sentences turn the pen, although the lotus flowers are so blooming, but who can guarantee that the autumn wind will not come suddenly?

The autumn wind invades, the lotus leaves wither, and who cares for the lotus flowers?

Write the scene every sentence, but write about the person.

The Oiran sitting on the piano had already burst into tears, tears on her white porcelain-like jade cheeks.

Jiang Mian knows the doorway in the brothel very well, and says that if it sounds good, it is an oiran, but if it doesn't sound good, it is not a product with exquisite packaging.

Don't look at the strict rules of the brothel, and Qingqi'er does not leave anyone overnight.

It's just that the money hasn't arrived.

This poem is naturally not written for the woman in the Qinglou, but this situation is also appropriate for this situation. The atmosphere is here, and I can only be a "copyist" once.

The children of the surrounding families only came back to their senses, and some people wanted to say something, but after taking a look at Chu Chu at this time, I saw the pitiful Oiran, and swallowed the words to my mouth again.

These people, you look at me, I look at you, and finally look at Xie Ping'an, who was surrounded in the center.

Xie Ping'an is their only hope now.

"Brother Xie will definitely be able to kill this butcher's sharpness."

"What Brother Tai said is extremely true!"

Xie Ping'an looked at a pair of expectant eyes.

He waved his hand to indicate that there was nothing he could do.

Writing poems pays attention to artistic conception, and Jiang Mian's five words dare not be said to be a quatrain for the ages, but the quality is absolutely superior.

He thought that he couldn't write a better poem than this, glanced at Jiang Mian with complicated eyes, sighed, and left the scene in a huff.

The crowd was in an uproar.

The "crazy scholar" left without a fight, I am afraid that after tonight, the reputation of killing pigs will spread all over the literary world of the Great Zhou.

Someone poured a few sips of spirits, unable to believe the facts in front of them.

Lin'an City is located in the south of the Yangtze River, Confucianism and Taoism are quite prosperous, and the children of these families also consider themselves to be talented people who are full of poetry and books, and there are many people who practice the Confucian system.

This five-character poem is simple and easy to read, but the words are apt and the charm is excellent. If it comes from a great Confucian, it just comes from a pig killer who slaughters pigs and cattle.

How can you not be depressed?

The heart was depressed, and the mud seal was unveiled one altar after another, and these sons and brothers were drunk one by one, and they watched the figures of Oiran and Jiang Mian disappear in the distance with drunken eyes.

"Jiang Gongzi is really a butcher?" Qin Yue looked at the young man beside her.

The boy was handsome, graceful, and poetic, and it was difficult to associate such a young man with the profession of a butcher.

"Yes, my business is the most prosperous in the West Market." Jiang Mian smiled.

His goal has been achieved, and he became famous in a poem at the famous Lin'an flower appreciation party in the south of the Yangtze River.

and this popular spring festival of the moon fast, then the reputation of this beautiful woman will not spread.

It is not an unusual thing for a woman in a Qinglou to be good at writing and ink, and it is not surprising that a famous prostitute's daughter asks for poetry.

How many Qinglou women are counting on a poem to become popular.

As long as the reputation is out, there are many people who come to him to ask for poetry, and the amount of silver is not as much as it wants.

Early the next morning.

Jiang Mian stepped on the morning dew and walked out of the gate of Suyuezhai.

The clothes were stained with a lot of fat and powder overnight, and the morning breeze rushed straight to the door.

"If it weren't for the restriction that you don't move mountains and don't break Yuanyang, you must have that little girl's skin look good." The young man in white spoke angrily, but his mouth grinned behind his ears.

The business negotiation was very satisfactory to him, and the capital was just a few boxes of rouge bought in Shuiyue Pavilion in the morning.

The reward he received was enough for him to practice martial arts on a daily basis.

It's that Qinyue girl, Jiang Mian couldn't help but feel a little dry in her throat when she thought of the crazy woman's coquettishness last night.

After the problem of the silver two was settled, Jiang Mian felt less burdened in his heart, and his steps were much brisker, all the way to the courtyard of the Jiang family in Pingkangfang.

The courtyard is not big, but fortunately, it is covered by a courtyard wall, which is convenient for him to practice martial arts.

The Kaishan boxing moves are simple, and they can be summed up in five words.

Break through ten thousand laws with one force.

Therefore, to practice Kaishan Boxing, you must first have a good physique, and secondly, you must have a good body.

It just so happened that Jiang Mian had it, and he had a lot of strength from the panel, and the human bones were very hard, and it was not something that could be done casually by cutting off a person's arm.

The young man took off his robe, went naked, and practiced silently in the courtyard,

How to attack, how to defend, how to exert force, how to dismantle.

This is all a lot of effort, and the panel is of great help, but it also takes Jiang Mian's continuous practice to play a role in the subtle way.

While practicing Kaishan Boxing, wisps of heaven and earth vitality were also constantly being absorbed by Jiang Mian, and the effect of the Jade Muscle Breathing Technique was remarkable.

Practicing boxing is extremely laborious, especially the power-based boxing method of Kaishan boxing, and ordinary people are afraid that they will not be able to hold on for a few quarters of an hour at the beginning of practice.

Jiang Mian felt as if he had inexhaustible strength in his body.

Keep punching and closing the punch.

From time to time, strings of information floated in front of his eyes.

Not far away that Jiang Mian didn't notice, a figure in sackcloth snorted coldly, and his voice was a little old.