The two of them turned pale, picked up their swords and left the scene in silence.

It's not any scramble, but the shot is clean and neat, showing undoubted crushing, and it brings the audience not exclamation and boiling, but a long sigh of relief.

Thanks to Shang Gongzi.

And when everyone looked at the man, he had already returned the sword to the sheath, turned around and returned to the literary field.

If the boy's eight-game winning streak just now is purely visual beauty and strength, this time Shang Gongzi's sword stop is emotional tension and discharge.

Just now, the identities of the two of them gradually spread on the stage, it turned out to be an old rival, although I don't know how the poetry club made this omission, but fortunately it has been calmed down.

This thrilling episode was so impressive that the impression of many previous competitions was diluted for a while - just like playing cards, you were the best player in the game, and everyone praised you, and you should be the champion of the night. But if someone suddenly rushes in and makes trouble at the table, everyone is helpless, and a person who sits in silence suddenly gets up and punches him to the ground, then the most prominent person is obviously replaced, who cares about that little thing at the table?

It was precisely because of this sincere tension and thrill that the scribes did not even have the heart to compose a poem, but only confided in each other about the accident of the party, so in the moment of dumbness, a poem came out.

This is really a work of throwing bricks and stones, without this one, everyone will not write poems at this time, this one came out, everyone recalled the figure of the man who brushed his clothes.

It's really because this poem is really not well written, both the words and sentences and the meaning are different, and everyone can't help but find ink and pick up pens. Originally, I heard that it was Fang Jidao's first work in this poetry meeting, and everyone passed it on one after another, but after reading it, compared with the scene just now, they frowned again - you can't write it like this, you should write it like that!

This poem finally flew up four egrets, and the poem was passed to the martial arts field, Pei Ye couldn't help but laugh when he heard someone next to him: "There are many snakes and leeches in the lake and sea, what do you say about the Arowana!" ”

"Who wrote it?"

"It's called Fang Jidao, have you heard of it?"

"Him?!"

Even if Pei Li can't write poetry, he can hear that this is indeed a boring and offending touting, he looked at the literary field, the scholar who had become silent was not in his seat, and after looking for it, he was already out of the heron platform, and under the tree in the distance, the woman was standing quietly waiting for him.

At this time, poems came one after another, the scribes laughed and talked lively, and there were constantly egrets flying up on the field, more than just after Pei Li had just finished, and the scene was very beautiful.

Originally, everyone had inquired before attending the meeting, and the winner of this year's martial arts competition was Shang Huaitong's son, but after dozens of games, there was no shot, especially after the young man was a blockbuster just now, people couldn't help but mutter-Is this Shang Gongzi not worthy of his name, afraid of revealing his stuffing?

It seems to be a vague rumor that he has a bad reputation?

Now that the words are naturally gone-Shang Gongzi is no worse than anyone else, but he is not keen on this kind of competition, and now that the danger is coming, who dares to say that this skill is not unparalleled on the field?

In this way, about a quarter of an hour, there was a gap in the egrets that flew one after another, but it was not without poetry. In fact, there were nearly ten songs waiting to be reviewed, but they were pressed on the table and no one cared about them, but there was an eerie silence and silence on the other side of the literary field.

The scribes' heads were in a group, and there were people who tried to squeeze in, and those who couldn't get in were eagerly inquired by those who came out, and some people who noticed on the edge also came over in a daze.

And just four words, these people immediately rushed to that side.

"Lay poems."

It has really been a long time since the layman wrote poetry, and many people have wanted to see Qi Cainu compose a poem seriously for a long time.

And this squeezed the expectations of many poetry conferences, and suddenly released today, and its quality obviously firmly undertook people's expectations. The celebrities who released the heron came to the innermost circle, solemn, admired, discussed, and stroked their beards. This combination of silence and commotion lasted for a full quarter of an hour before ceased, and the poem had already spread throughout the literary field.

"It is indeed the demeanor of a layman, and this talent is the same as it was back then."

"Admittedly, it is extremely neat, natural and smooth, and there is no carving."

"But it's so good, but it's like it's been carved out of many days."

"Nonsense, how can you compose a poem in advance for this sudden thing?"

"Naturally, naturally, I'm just saying the poem is complete."

"But if you want to talk about shortcomings, I do have a faint feeling - the sentence is good, but it seems that there is less affection."

“.”

Brother Shiyou's words seem to have some meaning.

"Why bother with it, no matter what, this poem should be the leader of the past three years, and it should be recorded on the first three pages of the "Poetry Collection".

"It's self-reliant."

The discussion of the celebrities gradually converged, and the young and the old walked side by side to their heron cages.

On the side of the martial arts field, people looked back at the outside of the Guanlu Terrace, and they had already stood up.

At the end of the road, a line of brocade clothes is slowly coming.

A thin figure in black clothes and white hair walked in the front, and next to him was Zhao Zhang, who was the assassin of Bowang.

This person's identity is about to be revealed.

The old man looked to be nearly seventy years old, but his posture was still as tall as a pine, his steps were steady, and he obviously had profound cultivation. Unlike the literati's crowns, his pale white hair was tied up at the back of his head with a ribbon, like a puff of dry snow.

Zhao Tingshi kept laughing and pointing around, and the old man occasionally looked at it with his introduction, his face did not change, his mouth did not open and close, and the shelf seemed to be very high.

But if you get closer, you can see that it is not a haughty majesty and indifference, but a kind of quiet silence and calm, and there are two temperaments in the old man at the same time—the immobility brought by the high authority and the peace and warmth infiltrated by the Mr. Academy.

"Lord Sui, please look, the Guanlu Terrace in front of you is the place where this poetry meeting will be held, and our young people from Bowang both civil and military are on it. Earlier, we saw the egret flying up, and it was a poem. Zhao Zhangzhi said with a smile, "Generally speaking, eight is very good, ten is good, and at most there are thirteen, but it is hard to find, and I only saw it once five years ago." ”

The old man nodded, and looked over, as if he was somewhat interested in this statement, and it was at this moment that suddenly a line of egrets flew up from the platform and soared into the sky.

The old man swept his eyes, smiled, and said the first sentence in half an hour: "It seems that I am lucky." ”

At the top of the tall tree, it was thirteen egrets that flew up, and the exclamation and boiling on the heron viewing platform had faintly been heard.

——

This is the climax of the whole Luzhou Poetry Society, although there are warriors involved, but after all, the warriors are only invited guests, Luzhou Poetry Society is a literati gathering in the final analysis, and its name is written as "heron" and "poem", not "silk" and "sword".

The results of the poetry meeting that remained and circulated in the end were not the first place in the competition—this was not a competition, it was just a game and a performance—but the poems left over from this afternoon.

Dozens or hundreds of poems, regardless of their quality or disadvantage, will be arranged into a collection according to the number of flying herons, and people will be asked to copy them quickly, and those who attend the meeting will be given a copy before they leave tomorrow.

The poems of more than ten herons will also be recorded in the "Luzhou Poetry Collection" of Hange, as the traces left by this poetry meeting.

And now, the highest peak of the entire poetry club has appeared, and it is a standout, monopolizing the peak - on this year's collection, there is only one poem in eleven and twelve herons will be blank, and then jump directly under the thirteen herons, and there is still only one poem.

Of course, this blockbuster poem will be sung around, and it will definitely be handed to Lord Sui who saw the egret, and what this poem sings is naturally Shang Huaitong's son who has just solved the crisis.

The woman designed every link very well, and the Luzhou Poetry Club had always been under her complete control, although Qi Jushi didn't look like she would do such a thing, but in Bowang, whoever she wanted to be famous, that person would be praised by the whole city even if he went out day and night.

What's even more rare is that Qi Jushi's reputation is not only high, but also innocent as jade, which is exactly where Qijiao, or Shang Huaitong, is thirsty and thirsty.

Qijiao has been in Bowang, and the further step he seeks is on Shang Huaitong, and Shang Huaitong's steps to the sky are in the Shaolong Sword Academy.

Luo Defeng never doubted the man's qualifications, and the man did not disappoint him, although this beloved disciple returned because he could not enter the gloomy for a few days, but for him, it was a great satisfaction to get the news of the next steady progress.

The only unstable place is the reputation of Qijiao and this beloved disciple over the years.

Even if you try your best to wash it away, there will always be traces of what has existed, of course, there is no evidence, but there is no need for evidence, as long as some rootless rumors enter the ears of that adult, things will be at risk of getting out of control.

In matters of reputation, the best strategy is never to get to the bottom of the matter, but to deal with it in reputation.

Qi Zhaohua's reputation is like jade, she stands with a gentle and expansive man, she is a pair of light and moon, and all rumors will be self-defeating - could it be that a person like Qi Jushi would shield a villain?

Therefore, it is not self-proven, Qi Zhaohua stands like a pearl, Shang Huaitong leans on it, and the shadows on his body are all driven back.

And this is just a passive benefit, what the woman took the initiative to plan for her was to build a high platform with herself and the Luzhou Poetry Society, and hold the man high to ensure that when the prison came, the first thing she saw was Mu Xiu Yu Lin.

Of course she succeeded.

At this time, under the tree outside the stage, Qi Zhaohua looked at the egret flying in the sky and showed a relaxed smile, while in front of her, the scholar was panting and trotting over.

The woman looked back and smiled: "It's hard work." ”

"No, I"

"I'll give you one more thing." Qi Zhaohua said, "In the south feather pavilion, in the second room on the left side of the door, there is a cloth bag in the cabinet, and there are several deeds in it, you go and help me get it, you have to hurry." ”

"I don't have to go back to the field." The woman said.

Fang Jidao glanced at the woman gratefully, after the poem just came out, he had indeed endured a lot of strange eyes.

"Good layman." The scholar seemed to have forgotten that this situation was brought to him by the person in front of him, "I'll take it over quickly." ”

The woman nodded: "I don't worry about the waiter going to get it, I've worked hard for you in the past two days, and we'll talk about the reward later." ”

"No, I don't want any reward for my hard work!" This sentence seemed to give the scholar great strength, and he blushed and said, "Layman, I am willing to do these things for you, as long as you say that three years ago, when we met for the first time, it was also at the Luzhou Poetry Conference - of course, you must have forgotten it, but I always remember that at that time, my family was poor, and I didn't know anyone at the poetry meeting, you took the initiative to ask me, gave me a suitable question, and I wrote a poem of Eight Herons, but at that time I didn't actually want a name."

"I remember." Qi Zhaohua looked at him and smiled, "But you go and do things first." ”

The woman's gaze was no longer on him, she looked over the scholar's shoulder and showed a beautiful smile: "How do you feel?" ”

"Uh-oh." Fang Jidao glanced back, and the upright man in front of him was dressed in a dark robe, and the color that was the same as the big coat on the woman's body made his eyes hurt.

He lowered his head, turned away, and quickly trotted up.

"How else can it feel?" Shang Huaitong didn't look at the person who left at all, and the smile on his face was a little helpless, "How do you feel about changing places?" ”

Qi Zhaohua thought for a while and said with a smile: "I don't have Shang Gongzi's acting skills, and I'm going to die of embarrassment halfway through." ”

Shang Huaitong sighed: "That's how I feel." ”

"But it turned out to be good." Qi Zhaohua tilted his head and smiled, "In this way, you don't have to give Cui Yu any chance to make you super invincible, isn't it?" ”

Shang Huaitong nodded slowly, he really had to admit that after handing over the matter to the woman, the effect was far beyond what he thought.

Fame should be the most valuable wealth she has accumulated in Bowang for a few years, and now she does not hesitate to use it as a pillar of light behind her, with such a woman to help, if Qijiao does not have an accident, they are clearly promising.

But nowadays.

Shang Huaitong sighed silently and looked down at the woman: "When the time comes, how about you still go to Shaolong Mansion with me?" ”

This is the content of their conversation a few days ago, when the woman proposed a plan to make a name for him at the poetry meeting, and he also asked the woman's ambition - after the matter of catching the moon lake, she wants to go to Shenjing to catch the exam and work hard.

However, Shenjing is not familiar with the place, although the woman went for a while a few years ago, who can she befriend? What other use can a few years be? Without roots and foundations, this road is too rugged and bumpy.

He proposed to take the woman to Shaolong Mansion, although it was also far away, but after all, it had a connection with Bowang, which could not only help each other, but also take care of Qijiao Bowang.

"I will introduce you to a few classmates from the Sword Cultivation Academy, and the relationship will be easily established, and you will have a fulcrum for doing things at that time." At the time he said.

The woman naturally agreed, and Rourou looked at him and nodded gently.

But now it is another scene, Qijiao collapsed overnight, the so-called foundation is already a candle in the wind, Qijiao seeks him to enter the Shaolong Sword Academy, it is not progress, but survival. In this case, he has no backing behind him, but has to break a way on his own.

The voice of the psalm was still faintly heard behind her, and under the woman's unremitting planning day and night for several days, the name Shang Huaitong was now placed in front of the adult with a striking and white posture as she wished.

"It's difficult, but I can still get through." The man looked at the woman in front of him and whispered, "Give me two more years, I will definitely gain a firm foothold, and then find a real job for you in the Shaolong Mansion." ”

Qi Zhaohua smiled: "If you bring me over, you can shorten this time by half a year." ”

Shang Huaitong smiled—of course, after today, he was completely convinced of this. The woman was by no means the good-looking vase he had in his first impression, and unlike the stupid women he had experienced, she could really do things, and did it better than most people, which was why he was willing to talk to her about the future.

He believed that the woman saw him that way.

She has fame and skill, he has strength and talent, they have the same future, they are the right people, and they are equally wise, resolute, and have a clear future. Internal and external inconsistency, unscrupulous.

It is very difficult to find someone who is so compatible, and they can overcome many difficulties together.

"Do you know why Qijiao suddenly collapsed?" The man looked at the heron viewing platform, and the white-haired and black-clothed old man had walked out from under the shadow of the tree.

Qi Zhaohua shook her head, she had only heard the man say before that Qijiao had been hit hard by Cui Yu.

"Overnight, we lost four elders." Shang Huaitong still looked at the audience and pursed his lips and smiled, but the smile was so faint that there was no temperature.

Qi Zhaohua looked at him with wide eyes.

"Behind the green feathers, there are Tianshan Mountains." Shang Huaitong continued.

The woman's expression was stunned and a little speechless.

"It's the Tianshan you think." The man said calmly, "They want to help Cui Yu clean up Bowang, so Qijiao doesn't have any chances." ”

"I went to Shaolong Mansion to find a way to live." Shang Huaitong turned his head and looked down at the woman, "This is my enemy, I tell you clearly." ”

“.”

"So the question above, you can reconsider." He looked back again and looked at the audience, "I'm going to do it all sooner or later. If you want to believe it. ”

“.” Qi Zhaohua looked at the man in a daze, but his eyes were not panicked, but loving. She smiled softly and stepped forward to gently touch the man's face.

"When did I ever doubt you?" The woman opened her arms and hugged him gently.

Shang Huaitong bent his eyebrows, stroked her hair gently, and chuckled: "Then your Moon Catching Lake, you have to let it go, after the martial arts fight, we will set off immediately." ”

Qi Zhaohua let go of his arm, took a step back and said with a smile: "On the contrary, Shang Gongzi wants to help me do this in advance." ”

Shang Huaitong raised his eyebrows slightly: "What do you mean?" ”

They once talked frankly, this is the strongest support for Qijiao, and it can't be used to ask for a woman's name.

At this time, the woman smiled and looked at the man seriously: "It's for Qijiao." ”

"Oh?"

"What I just found out from Cui Yu," the woman said, "Qijiao has to react, I've already asked someone to get something." ”

——

On the heron viewing platform, the people who were the most difficult to see in Bowangzhou were walking together at this time, and in front of them were Zhao Zhang, the assassin of history, and a strange old man with an aura like a mountain.

Many of them had already stood up and bowed their hands, and the officials, either seriously or casually, returned the salute as they walked to the east of the venue.

In the earlier days, the east of the field has been cleaned up, long blankets, futons, tea tables, etc. have been put up, adults have sat down, and the relaxed and casual atmosphere on the field has suddenly changed, especially on the side of the martial arts, anticipation, tension, and solemnity. The atmosphere of waiting for the school examination is revealed.

Of course, it is impossible for him to study in the Sword Academy, but who doesn't want to leave an impression in the hearts of such a big man?

The adults came from the state government after having a meal, enjoying the scenery, letting off steam, watching a poetry meeting, and accompanying Lord Sui to meet the martial arts talents of Bowang.

Lord Sui is indeed a real "passerby", and he will leave at sunset today, before that, by the way, leave a general impression of the person who is involved.

"It's really good poetry." At this time, the old man took the poem note handed over, and handed it to Zhao Zhang - after Zhao Tingshi got this note, he didn't look at it, so he immediately handed it to the old man next to him.

"I haven't talked about martial arts yet, but let me discover a rare literary talent first." The old man smiled and pointed, "Bowang is indeed an outstanding person." ”

Zhao Zhang's eyes fell on the note, and he nodded again and again: "We are a talented girl with great hope, don't hide it from Lord Sui, I haven't seen such a good poem for a long time." ”

The old man took a sip of tea: "Before, Lord Zhao said that most of these poems are about martial arts, but I don't know who it is?" ”

Zhao Zhang asked the waiter earlier: "It is the Shang Huaitong mentioned in your letter." ”

Then he pointed to the side of the literary field, and immediately a man in Xuanfu got up and bowed in this way, and then seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then took a step in this direction.

The old man raised his hand and waved it at him, signaling that he did not have to come.

Then he turned his head to Zhao Zhang and said lightly: "Actually, I haven't seen this young man mentioned by the Sword Cultivation Academy. Jixian Ge's letter-writing practice is too polite, so it always loves beauty, and often adds unnecessary costs to the selection process. When I came, I was still thinking that the Shang Shaoxia described in this letter was somewhat true. ”

Talking about the students, the old man was obviously a lot talkative: "As far as I can see today, it does have the meaning of being the leader, and the four words 'temperament and harmony' are also right, as for whether it is 'excellent art and science', we will have to look at it later." ”

Then he paused for a moment: "I just saw you pointing and wanted to come over, I wanted to take the opportunity to talk to me, I was thoughtful." ”

Zhao Zhang nodded hurriedly: "Shang Huaitong is the true inheritance of the local sect, and he has indeed always undertaken affairs. ”

The old man nodded casually: "It's not a bad thing. ”

Then he glanced around, and all the martial arts in the audience fell in his eyes, and everywhere his eyes passed, the atmosphere was temporarily cleared.

In the silence, the old man spoke slowly: "Everyone, I am Sui Zaihua, the supervisor of Shaolong Academy. ”

And that's all politeness.

Then the old man went straight to the point: "I'm here to find a good talent for Shaolong Courtyard." ”

And the next sentence is close to subversion: "The courtyard said that it was one, but they have never been to Bowang." Therefore, it is up to me to determine which number will be determined in the final selection. ”

The martial arts field let out an exclamation that was suppressed in the middle of the sound, and the restlessness suddenly rose.

The old man looked at everyone and smiled gently: "I am very willing to talk freely with you, but I am involved in things, and I can't sit down for a moment.

The old man felt out from his body: "Just play a game with you, everyone can try it and play - don't be nervous, don't decide anything." ”

Who said I was still a month or 33 more? Well? Isn't this still owed 32 more?

Sooner or later, it's over!

(End of chapter)