Los Angeles, two figures came at this moment.

The young man was carrying a long sword and was dressed in a coarse cloth shirt, but his appearance was quite handsome, and his eyes looked around with some nostalgia.

The girl carried a small bag on her back, but her face was dirty with mud, covering her originally beautiful face, and she held a thin sword in her arms, as if she was a little afraid of life, and followed the young man without saying a word.

said that they would go down the mountain within half a year, but in fact, it was less than a month, and Ye Wuwu and Lu Caiwei were driven down the mountain by the master.

After walking for several days, I finally came to this city.

Ye Wuwu found an inn to live in, hesitated, and took out a small plate to wrap up two rooms.

After the store called for water, Lu Caiwei hurriedly washed off the dust on her face, and then looked at Ye Wuwu with a little dissatisfaction.

Ye Wuwu didn't look at the other party's gaze, but took care of himself.

"Senior sister, there are a lot of bad people in the world, people's hearts are separated from their stomachs, you look so good-looking, what if you are targeted by thieves, although you are already in the second-grade realm, but when you go out, you still have to be cautious and cautious."

After that, without waiting for the girl to reply, she walked out of the room first.

"I'm going to make some money and come back."

Lu Caiwei frowned and said, "Didn't the master give us two silver taels." ”

Ye Wuwu rolled his eyes and said helplessly.

"You see, it's only a few taels of silver, enough for us to live for a few days, if you are willing to eat dry food every day, sleep in the open without taking a hot bath, then the senior brother is too lazy to work."

Hearing that she couldn't take a hot bath, the girl's face changed, and she hurriedly pushed Ye Wuwu out of the door, with encouragement on her face.

This Nizi.

Ye Wuwu shook his head and walked out of the inn.

After buying a piece of paper and a stroke of ink, Ye Wuwu began his money-making plan.

He is no longer the little beggar he was seven years ago, following Dugu Xuan for seven years, he has not only learned to practice swords, but also learned medical skills, and of course, literacy.

After thinking for a moment, Ye Wuwu wrote a few lines of big characters on the paper.

A word is a thousand gold, a poem is ten thousand taels.

Ye Wuwu laid the paper on the ground, pressed a few stones to the four corners, and stood with his hands on his chest.

Wait for the big head, no, wait for the destined person.

Soon, relying on his fairly handsome appearance and this arrogant remark, there were many onlookers after a while.

During this period, some people also asked, but Ye Wuwu only responded lightly.

Start with a hundred taels of silver.

But it discouraged many people, and they didn't forget to scold when they left.

Sand coins.

Ye Wuwu ignored it.

On the first day, there was no business.

The next day, there were a lot fewer onlookers, but the news spread was more.

Many neighbors are talking about it.

During this period, there were also many scholars who came to ask for advice, but Ye Wuwu still said the same thing.

Start with a hundred taels.

The scholars shook their heads and scolded the people who sold their reputations.

In a tall mansion, two middle-aged men were chatting.

If anyone hears about it, they will be surprised.

When the two of them discussed, it was all a matter of the state, and all kinds of policies were said from the mouths of the two people.

Perhaps tired of talking, one of them laughed.

"Brother Lu, what are you going to prepare for the birthday banquet of the next month of the saint today."

The man surnamed Lu sighed: "If you say what to give, I really haven't thought about it, the saint likes poetry, but there is already a Hanlin Academy, how can ordinary poetry enter the eyes of the saint." ”

Another person said with a smile, "I heard that recently, there is a young swordsman in the city who set up a stall to write poems, but he asked for a hundred taels of silver at the beginning, and it has not been opened for several days. ”

The man surnamed Lu just wanted to refuse, but then he thought about it, so let's go and take a look.

It's the third day.

Ye Wuwu sighed slightly, could it be that his price was set high?

However, if the poems of the great sages in his mind could not be sold for even a hundred taels, he would feel embarrassed.

Just as he was hesitating whether to lower the price, the crowd around him dispersed, and two middle-aged men appeared in front of him.

The surrounding people screamed in amazement, and some even wanted to kneel.

However, it was Luo Cheng who guarded Lin Ping too much, and Lu Changen, who was the envoy of the Economic Strategy.

Lin Taishou took a step forward, looked at the two lines of big characters on the paper, and was silent for a moment and smiled.

"This is crazy, I don't know why the little brother dares to say this."

Ye Wuwu's face did not change, and he said calmly.

"Learn from the words of the sages and learn from your own talents."

As soon as these words came out, the faces of several onlookers around changed and they scolded loudly.

"Arrogance, you are also worthy to speak the words of the sages?"

Lin Taishou frowned slightly, but then stretched out and smiled.

"Little brother is confident, in this way, you write a poem first, if it is well written, don't say a hundred taels, even if it is a thousand taels, I can give it, how about it?"

Ye Wuwu thought for a while and said.

"Yes, is there a requirement for poetry?"

Before Lin Taishou could speak, Lu Changen on the side spoke.

"You have a sword behind you, and since you are a swordsman, then write about swords."

"Okay."

Ye Wuwu nodded, didn't say much, closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, and then wrote on the paper.

After a while, Ye Wuwu handed the paper to the other party.

"Done?" Lin Taishou was slightly stunned.

What good poems can be written so quickly?

Come to think of it, this young swordsman just had no confidence.

Lu Changen, who was behind him, also shook his head slightly, he would come to the street to find a young swordsman to ask for poetry.

It's kind of stupid.

But then, Lin Taishou let out a cry of surprise, his eyes staring at the paper.

[Gain Shock from Lin Taishou: +100]

Ye Wuwu's heart moved.

Lu Changen was stunned for a moment, and then leaned over, followed by a face full of surprise.

[Gain Shock from Lu Changen: +150]

Ye Wuwu had some understanding, the amount of this shock was also related to the status and strength of the other party.

The more awesome the person, the more shock value it produces.

On the rice paper, the ink has not yet dried.

You are forced to come and are not free, and it is difficult to take advantage of the dragons and phoenixes.

The sword qi spans 30,000 miles, and a sword frost is cold in 14 states.

The drum horn reveals that the sky is cold, and the wind is turbulent.

The southeast will always be the golden pillar, who envied the marquis of ten thousand households at that time.

"This." Lu Changen's body trembled slightly.

"A good sword qi spans 30,000 miles, and a sword frost frost 14 states."

Lu Changen sighed, and then read the whole poem aloud, and the people around him heard it clearly.

Ye Wuwu smiled slightly, because he now had a lot of shock points in his account.

[Gain the shock value of the onlookers: +1.+1.+1......]

[Gain onlookers' talent shock points: +5, +5, +5]

Lin Taishou shook his head with a wry smile and hugged his fist towards Ye Wuwu.

"Little brother is only learning, beyond what I thought, I don't know where Your Excellency learned."

Ye Wuwu thought for a while and said.

"The mountain village is not enough for outsiders."

It's not that he didn't say it, it's just that Dugu Xuan told them before going down the mountain, don't report your name if you have nothing to do.

Lin Taishou shook his head, the other party didn't want to say more, and he wouldn't force it.

"The little brother is very talented, why don't you go to the lower mansion to talk about it?" Lin Taishou smiled.

For the young swordsman in front of him, he was a little interested and had the heart to make friends.

When Ye Wuwu heard this, he just wanted to refuse, but the other party added another sentence.

"We have prepared a family banquet at home, why don't we have a light meal together?"

Ye Wuwu nodded.

It just so happened that I was a little hungry too.

After seven years of coarse tea and light rice, Ye Wuwu couldn't help but miss the delicious food of the past.