Xin Zhuo's font was originally very ugly, but because he had been with Sun Wu for a while, it is now okay, and it belongs to the kind that can be understood regardless of the level of knowledge.

The first one, since it was Xiao Lihua who proposed to write a poem, of course she wanted to sell her face, praise the woman, and give her some sense of substitution.

The second song is a bit difficult to choose, the whole "Pipa Xing", "Tengwang Pavilion Preface", "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" and the like can be forced to be full, but there are too many words and tired, some passages are forgotten, and the key is not timely, after all, it is to rob, and the requirements cannot be too high.

It's too simple, and I don't feel like it's enough to express my experience of being a thief in the city, so I simply cut some of it and wrote half of it.

Then he took three steps back, looked at it again, and choked himself with disgust, Wen Copying Gong was really not suitable for himself.

Countless pairs of eyes in the hall looked at the past curiously, this young man's martial arts realm is beyond the height of his age, and he is handsome, according to normal logic, learning should be vulgar and low, and he can't take up everything, if poetry is also outstanding, then what kind of person should be cultivated?

It's a pity that the angle of the white wall is special, and most of it is blocked by Xin Zhuo, and only a few words can be vaguely seen, and everyone can't help but feel itchy.

And the sister who had already written and written on the side finished copying and hurried upstairs.

After a while, I heard a girl above say happily: "Little boy, the girl is invited!"

Xin Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that he had passed the test, walked up the stairs, was led by the girl, and went straight to Xiao Lihua's room.

As soon as Xin Zhuo left, there was a sound of tables, chairs and benches moving downstairs, and the crowd hula surrounded them, and it was the sisters who were pleasing the guests and selling skin and meat business, and they also squeezed up.

"Don't squeeze, my, I'll come first!"

A strong man walked quickly, and the first one came to the white wall, stared at a pair of bull's eyes, and turned around and asked, "How do you read it?"

He was illiterate.

Shangguan Fan Qing's master and servant and Jiang Hezhu's sons also squeezed forward together, and at this time, they heard Jiang Hezhu's sons pat the folding fan and read the first poem:

"Clouds want clothes, flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon.

If it weren't for the jade mountain, it would meet Yaotai under the moon. ”

After reading it, I tasted it a little and wanted to refute it and get back a little bit of the face I lost inexplicably, but I really had nowhere to refute it, so I couldn't help but say: "Okay!" Wonderful! Flowers and people are compatible, people and flowers are intertwined, the whole poem does not mention a beautiful word, but the beauty is praised as a fairy, the skill is profound, the words are simple and atmospheric, and it can be worth ten masters. ”

"Good!"

No matter how arrogant the surrounding crowd is, they can't help but applaud at this time.

The maid Begonia's eyes widened: "Ah, this ......"

Shangguan Fan Qing on the side frowned blankly: "How is it?" Is there a poem about braised pork by the young hall master? ”

"This ...... It's better, this little boy is very powerful. "The maid begonia blushed inexplicably, this poem looks like an improvisation, but there must be a reference, just now I was the only girl closest to him, scared! Isn't it me?

Jiang Hezhu continued to read the next song:

"Zhao Keman, Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming.

The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star.

Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles.

Brush off your clothes and go to hide deep with your name ......"

After the reading, the whole hall fell silent.

The "Zhao Ke" and "Wu Hook" at the beginning of the poem should refer to someone and some kind of weapon, which is very unfamiliar, but below "kill one person in ten steps, and do not stay for a thousand miles." Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name. ”

The domineering and bold of these two sentences, and the forced style of not trying to be famous, are simply too heroic and wild, and they are really too appetizing for martial artists and too much room for imagination.

"Confidant! This poem is a portrayal of Lao Tzu's life! That little boy understands me so well? I want to be the overlord sword, the big donkey, and the big donkey will be heroic all my life......"

The strong man who grabbed the position first was scratched to the itch, full of emotion, and sighed to the sky.

Jiang Hezhu and Shangguan Fan Qing also sighed slightly.

It seems that the poem was not finished, but it is too top-notch.

"I want to see that little boy and learn from him......" someone shouted upstairs.

However, at this time, a louder voice came from upstairs in a panic: "Oh no! That little boy kidnapped the little pear blossom girl! ”

"Uh......"

The crowd downstairs was stunned for a moment.

Is this what it means to "brush off your clothes and hide your merit and fame"? Robbed the Oiran and ran away?

"Boom!"

Xin Zhuo carried the Oiran on his shoulder, jumped out of the back window cleanly, and according to the retreat route given by Murong Xiu, he performed light body kung fu, bounced and flickered, and went straight to the dark deserted garden behind.

The scene of his meeting with Xiao Lihua is lackluster, this Oiran can't be said to be ugly, but it's not very beautiful either, it belongs to the type that is very beautiful after putting on makeup and removing makeup, but there is a kind of ordinary letter that makes people itch to see and can't eat in their eyebrows and eyes.

When he saw him, Oiran's eyes lit up, and he saluted slightly: "Little boy......"

"You're a little pear blossom?"

"It's a slave!"

"You're right!"

Xin Zhuo went down with a knife in one hand, carried it and left, I have endured you for a long time, I have to do what poetry, Lao Tzu is mixed with Longzhai.

At this time, there was a bang in the drunken building, presumably those people didn't expect that they would rob people, in a hurry?

Xin Zhuo couldn't help but speed up, there was an alley in front of him, a few flashed to the head, and he was about to turn around, but he collided with a person.

The tip of his nose smelled a familiar fragrance, and when he looked at it in surprise, he saw Su Miaojin's slender figure and handsome face, and in a panic, he staggered to the ground, his left leg cocked, and his right leg curled.

Xin Zhuo was in a trance, would he meet her? How similar is this scene to the original in Fulongzhai?

Seeing that Su Miaojin was about to fall, Xin Zhuo freed his right hand and grabbed her waist.

Between the fluttering clothes and long hair flying, Su Miaojin also saw him clearly, and couldn't help but be stunned: "You ......"

"Miss!"

"Cang Lang Lang ......"

The guards and maids behind him realized that they were running in unison.

Xin Zhuo's ghost helped Su Miaojin up and scratched her palm: "When a girl goes out at night, it's best to walk with the maid guard, is it possible that she still wants to be robbed by me once?" Haha......"

Bounce and disappear into the night.

"Miss, how are you?"

A group of Eight Rank Realm guards finally arrived, and they were about to catch up.

"No need to chase! You can't beat him. ”

Su Miaojin straightened the hair in her ears, only to feel that the palm of her hand that had been scratched by Xin Zhuo was sour and numb, and even half of her body was numb, and she couldn't help but curse a "little thief".

"Miss, what kind of person is this, why did you resist people......" The personal maid Dong Ling looked at Su Miaojin with palpitations, for fear that she would be injured.

Su Miaojin subconsciously looked in the direction of the Drunken Building: "Go to the Drunken Building and ask, what happened?"

……

According to the agreement, Xin Zhuo walked in the middle of nowhere, and soon arrived in front of the dog cave in the northwest corner of the city wall, where Murong Xiu was holding a sleeping little boy and carrying a bunch of bottles and cans, and had been waiting for a while.

"How's it going? Have you ever run into trouble or are there any experts in the city? ”

"It's okay, no one recognizes me, but I'm fascinated that there are two masters in the building, a son of the seventh grade, and a young man who may be the seventh or sixth grade......"

Xin Zhuo was referring to Jiang Hezhu and Shangguan Fan Qing, he naturally saw that the two of them had the most blood, and thought about it, "By the way, there is also a little girl, looking for her for directions, following me all the way, with a small nose and small eyes, and a life-threatening mole at the corner of her mouth, which is annoying." ”

"A mole at the corner of your mouth?" Murong Xiu was stunned for a moment, "Single eyelids, tall people come to me, and I love to wear a brocade yellow peach blossom skirt......"

Xin Zhuo nodded: "How do you know?" I felt the urge to make her cry. ”

Murong Xiu: "......"