Cars and horses are coming, pedestrians are flowing endlessly, and Tianji City is showing a thriving appearance.

The more prosperous a city is, the denser the crowd becomes, and the more people there are, the more likely those strange things will happen.

No, in the middle of one of the most lively streets in Tianji City, a young man in plain clothes walked in, this young man carefully climbed up a high platform under the gaze of pedestrians, instantly attracting the attention of all pedestrians, but the young man stood on the high platform a little nervously.

There is only one such high platform in Tianji City, and this high platform is said to have been built by the order of the current emperor himself, and not only Tianji City, but also any slightly larger city in China will have this building.

Over time, the high platform in the city has become a symbol of the prosperity of the city, if there is no such high platform in a certain city, no matter how much people say how prosperous the city is, people will be scorned.

In front of Tianji City, the most obvious example is Jiangyang City, as long as there is not a single such platform built in Jiangyang City for a day, then even if it is said to break the sky, it is not as good as Tianji City.

As the imperial city of Chu State, Jinling naturally cannot be without its share of such a high platform, and the high platform in other places has no name, but the high platform in Jinling is the name directly given by the emperor, called Putiantai.

The scale of Putiantai is far more spectacular than other high platforms, it symbolizes the power and glory of the Chu State, and also represents the prosperity and prosperity of the Chu State.

No one will climb the high platform in various places on weekdays, although there are no relevant regulations in the Chu Law, but it has been regarded as a status symbol by the residents living in the city, and no one will be easily offended.

However, the high platform naturally cannot be just a decoration, every time there is a festival, the city lord's mansion will invite a troupe or dance team, let them stand on the high platform to perform for everyone, in order to celebrate the festival.

But today is not a special day, how can someone climb up?

The high platform attracted countless eyes, some with relish, while others were not interested.

The young man standing on the high platform did not move for a long time, as if he was calming down.

I don't know why some of them just turned around and left, but because the number of people who left was not large, they didn't attract much attention.

The young man took a deep breath and shouted, "Song Fenghua, the shrunken turtle, Cui Dian has been waiting here for a long time, why don't you dare to come to fight." ”

A sentence that was supposed to cause a sensation did not cause any waves, and most of them chose to turn away, as if they heard a mediocre cry, or even worse.

And those who stayed behind had their faces full of bewilderment, they couldn't figure out why this was the case, could it be that there was something wrong with their ears?

One of the men in yellow grabbed another middle-aged man who was about to leave and asked, "Didn't you hear what the man above said clearly?" ”

The middle-aged man who was pulled was expressionless, and it was obvious that the words of the man in yellow did not drive his emotions in the slightest.

He pursed his lips and said flatly: "Hear it clearly, Cui Dian challenged Song Fenghua." ”

"Hear it clearly, are you still so calm? You shouldn't know who Song Fenghua is, right? Could it be that the people in Tianji City are just as unfazed as you? ”

After the man in yellow received an affirmative answer, his face was even more shocked, and he couldn't help but ask three questions.

The middle-aged man glanced at the man in yellow and explained, "No matter how outrageous things are, as long as you see too much, you will get used to it." On the first day, the big guys were just like you, but it went on for several days, and everyone was not surprised. ”

The man in yellow nodded thoughtfully, and sighed: "It's been going on for several days, what is the origin of this Cui Huang, and he can be so amazing." ”

He suddenly remembered something, and continued to ask: "This can't be said, you can all be surprised, but when that Cui Di went up, he could obviously see a little nervousness, which didn't match his style at all." ”

The middle-aged man handed the man in yellow a roll of his eyes, and said angrily: "Who told you that the person above is Cui Huang." ”

As soon as this sentence came out, the man in yellow was a little confused.

The person on the stage is not Cui Di?

So who should Cui Dian be?

With a stomach full of doubts, he asked, "Who is Cui An?" ”

The middle-aged man spread his hands helplessly and said with a smile: "How do I know." ”

Seeing that the man in yellow put on a look of not giving up without asking an answer, the middle-aged man could only continue to explain: "Cui Dian who came on the first day was already scolded by the big guy, and then he was replaced by Cui Dian on the second day, and the end was the same as the first one, followed by the third Cui Dian and the fourth Cui Ran...... Everyone really doesn't have the time to waste their tongues, so they simply ignore him, if I'm not mistaken, this should be the eighth Cui Huang today. ”

The man in yellow was distracted for a while when he heard this, and he was amazed.

The middle-aged man took advantage of the moment when the man in yellow lost his mind and slipped away in a panic.

By the time the man in yellow came back to his senses, he couldn't see his figure, but he didn't care.

The man in yellow raised his head and looked at the "Cui Di" who was still shouting on the high platform.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he smiled: "What an incredible Cui Dian." ”

…………

Inside a magnificent attic in Tianji City.

The attic was filled with the faint scent of ink.

On the bookcase is an elegant study of the four treasures, including inkstones, brushes, paper and seals.

A young man sits in front of a bluestone platform, dressed in a red robe and has long hair like clouds.

He stared intently at the paper on the desk, without distraction, and was gently holding the brush in his hand, using a slight force to make it dip in ink ink.

As the pen touched the paper, the red-robed man began to write, his wrists soft and skillful, the rhythmic movement of the strokes, as natural and graceful as flowing water, and his eyes were focused and bright, as if they could penetrate the paper and merge with the text.

The surroundings are eerily quiet, except for the gentle rustle of paper as the breeze blows.

The red-robed man was engrossed in the handwriting, and his mind was completely immersed in it.

After a long time, he stopped his pen and ran his fingers over the paper, checking the fineness of the text and the depth of the ink.

At the same time, a young man pushed the door in, and his gaze immediately stayed on the red-robed man.

He strode over to the bluestone platform and carefully observed the words that the red-robed man had just written.

He rubbed the corners of his mouth and said, "Brother Song's handwriting is really amazing, if you want me to say that you don't want to be any icing artist, it's better to be a champion to play." ”

The red-robed man smiled, "Brother Zuo's mouth is really good, if Zhuang Yuanlang needs this skill, I think Brother Zuo can be sure." ”

The man known as Brother Zuo laughed, "If you can really talk about it, who can compare to you Song Fenghua!" ”

The red-robed man is none other than Song Fenghua, the great Chu Tianhualang.

And the left brother in his mouth is also the Zuo Rusong in Chi Huairong's mouth, and the Zuo Rusong of the Zuo family in Jinling.

Zuo Rusong was silent for a while, and then said, "That Cui Huang, you really don't plan to deal with it?" It's been a fuss for so many days. ”

Song Fenghua put down the brush in his hand, shook his head and said, "Let him go." ”

Zuo Rusong was stunned for a moment, and sneered: "Isn't it? Could it be that you Song Fenghua is afraid? ”

Song Fenghua slowly raised his head, looked at Zuo Rusong, and said indifferently: "A person standing on the top of the mountain, is it necessary to care about the clamor of the ants at the foot of the mountain?" ”

Zuo Rusong was stunned.

Song Fenghua smiled, and then said: "Today I eliminated one Cui Di, and tomorrow another Zhang Di or Li Di will pop out, they just want to use my Song Fenghua's name to win attention, why should I bother with them?" ”

Zuo Rusong pressed one hand on the bluestone platform, leaned forward slightly, and said curiously: "I don't believe you don't know that Cui Dian has called you a shrinking turtle today, so aren't you worried about being treated as a shrinking turtle?" ”

Song Fenghua stood up, his eyes were calm, and he said, "How can I, Song Fenghua, be questioned by anyone?" ”

Zuo Rusong seemed to have figured it out, and nodded thoughtfully.

Song Fenghua is indeed an undoubted existence, he was and will be in the future.

After Song Fenghua finished speaking, he walked towards the door, and when he first arrived at the door, he suddenly asked, "What is the result?" ”

Zuo Rusong didn't answer, because he didn't know what Song Fenghua was asking.

Song Fenghua didn't look back and reminded: "The black-robed man in the restaurant." ”

Zuo Rusong looked at Song Fenghua in surprise, he had never mentioned this matter to Song Fenghua at all.

Song Fenghua had already pushed open the door at this time, and said indifferently: "Don't be surprised, how can you hide it from me with your Zuo Rusong temperament." ”

Zuo Rusong sighed and said in a deep voice: "Failed." ”

Song Fenghua didn't react, it seemed that this result had long been expected by him.

He walked out of the attic and walked away.