"Why?" Li Zhengdao raised his eyebrows and asked.

Ying Wuxin gritted his teeth and had a gloomy face, "The reason is very simple, someone has already decided that tomorrow will be a good day, and it is the most suitable for his son to write a good essay to make a name for himself." ”

Sun Xiaoman and Bai Miaozhen glanced at each other with puzzled faces, and asked at the same time, "Who is operating in secret?"

"Nature is the one who planned it all. Ying Wuxin pointed to the tall attic next to him, "Lord Zhixian wants his son to become famous, so he has already found someone to write a pun essay, just wait for tomorrow's auspicious day of the zodiac, let his son write it and let everyone comment on it." ”

"Can his son's pus-like writing a decent prose?" Sun Xiaoman said disdainfully.

"Lord Zhixian is not afraid of being exposed?" Bai Miaozhen was also puzzled.

Ying Wuxin smiled, "What are you afraid of, most of the readers in it know that coming here is just a process, and there are a few people who don't know, such as Feng An, Wen He, Meng Feiyu, etc., as soon as they entered the attic, they saw that everyone unanimously admired Mo Ji, the son of Zhixian, and immediately understood what was going on, and immediately deduced that he had not written a good prose." ”

Li Zhengdao frowned and said: "Therefore, the reason why I haven't selected the best pun for so many days is not that everyone didn't participate, but that I deliberately didn't want to participate." ”

"It's not all, of course, there are still many people who want to show it, but since the magistrate has put on such a big scene, how can he tolerate outsiders stealing all the scenery, so he invited a lot of everyone, and spent several years to write a good piece of prose for his son, and other readers prepared in a hurry, and in a few days, there is a literary talent, how can it be compared to the joint planning of several people in several years. ”

Ying Wuxin said: "So there are really a lot of readers who have handed in the pun and let everyone give comments, but the effect is average, so I can only stay, be a companion, and wait for the son of the county to write a good pun to become famous." ”

Sun Xiaoman said: "So the county is deliberate, he deliberately closed the bridge at this time, leaving everyone like Feng An and Wen He, but the time for them is very short, making it difficult for them to write good prose, and then they can step on their fame and make their son more famous, what a treacherous scheme!"

Bai Miaozhen also gritted her teeth slightly, obviously disdainful of the county's actions.

"Then what are you waiting for, Xiao Daoye, you can't just get out of the horse, as soon as your pun is out, everyone can't be blind, as long as you look at your pun wen, it's not safe to be the first, you can not only get the fame, but also open the bridge to let us pass and leave quickly, the best of both worlds, isn't it beautiful?" Wang Banxian said excitedly.

Li Zhengdao nodded and said, "Brother Wuxin, I can only rely on you now, otherwise if we delay for another day, the nearby aura will calm down, and we will not be able to track it." ”

"Okay, it's all these guys who do things, so I can only reluctantly give them some color. Ying Wuxin got up and stretched his waist.

Sun Xiaoman and Bai Miaozhen watched from the side, their eyes faintly worried, but they didn't say anything.

Ying Wuxin got up and walked to the attic.

"What are you doing, report your name?" shouted the two guards at the door, the other two of them had already known Ying Wuxin's identity, and now it was just a routine.

"Aren't you here soliciting essays to write a preface to the new attic? ”

"And what exactly are you?" said the two guards.

"Daoxia. ”

"Daoxia won't let me in. ”

"Why don't you let in?"

"You Dao heroes have only been studying for a few years, can you write good prose?" said one of the guards.

Ying Wuxin turned around and left, laughing and said: "I understand, it turns out that you are afraid that I will write a good prose as a Taoist, so that you will be embarrassed, so you will not let me in, since this is the case, I will go." ”

"Wait. A young man with a long face leaned down the stairs, stopped Ying Wuxin, and said, "What did you just say?"

"I said that you scholars are all cowardly, and I am afraid that I will write good prose as a Taoist and make you ugly, so I don't dare to let me in at all. ”

"You, you, presumptuous—" The young man ran down with a white face, stood at the door, and scolded angrily: "We have so many scholars here, all of whom are brilliantly written, how can we be afraid of you as a Taoist." ”

"Then why don't you dare to let me in?"

"We're all readers. ”

"Aren't you still afraid that I'll overshadow all of you as a Taoist!"

The young man said angrily: "You are talking nonsense, you ...... You, if you have the courage, you can come in, let him in, we have so many scholars here, and everyone, I don't believe it, you are not a Taoist. ”

The two guards saw that the matter was getting bigger, and they were afraid of the identity of the young man, so they had no choice but to let him go.

"Shout, I really listen to you, it seems that you have something to do with Lord Zhixian. Ying Wuxin smiled and walked in.

"The county magistrate is my cousin, I am a high-talent Lu, the fourth place in the county exam last year, and the future entrance examination is just around the corner. The young man smiled proudly.

"Okay, good, I wish you the title of the gold list next year, the top student in high school, where is the place, hurry up and take me over, are we still in a hurry?"

"Hurry, didn't you come to participate in the collection of pun essays?"

"Didn't you say it, we were just passing by. ”

"Why do you want to come in when you're passing by?"

"You're too slow, you're delayed, we're still waiting to cross the bridge. ”

"You-" Gao Cailu pointed at Ying Wuxin, and opened his mouth to stammer, but he couldn't speak for a long time, and his face turned blue when he was angry.

This guy is so arrogant, because he dislikes them for being slow to collect essays here, he wants to participate, he looks full of confidence, and he really thinks that the essays he wrote are the best.

"What are you, lead the way. Ying Wuxin glared and urged.

"Okay, well, since you're in such a hurry, then come with me. Gao Cailu led the way angrily and walked towards the top of the attic.

Along the way, many scholars saw Gao Cailu and Ying Wuxin coming up, and they couldn't help but be full of curiosity and started to discuss.

When he reached the top floor, Gao Cailu bowed to the magistrate and said: "Lord Zhixian, Daoxia should have no intention of disliking us for being too slow to collect the prose here, he was in a hurry to cross the bridge, so he specially asked to come in to participate in the collection of the prose, and the cousin dared to promise to bring him up, and asked the magistrate to make it clear whether he was allowed to participate in the collection of the prose." ”

As soon as these words came out, the entire top floor and the bottom fell silent, everyone looked at Ying Wuxin with strange eyes, and after a while, they reacted and understood what it meant to hurry across the bridge, and their faces were full of anger, and their heavy breathing cast their fierce eyes on Ying Wuxin, looking like they wanted to eat people.

Zhixian's face darkened, and he was also gloomy, his eyes narrowed dangerously, and his eyes stared at Ying Wuxin like a poisonous snake.

"What a big boldness, are you looking down on all of us here?" Mo Ji said through gritted teeth.

"I'm sorry, we're really in a hurry, if the magistrate is willing to open the Jinshui Bridge early, we'll leave immediately. "You should have no intention of clasping your fists and saluting.

Mo Ji was about to go crazy on the spot, but the county magistrate reached out to stop him, and said in an indifferent tone: "Since Ying Shaodaoxia has the heart to participate in the prose collection competition, we naturally welcome it." But the rules have been set, I, as the head of a county, it's not easy to change course, Ying Daoxia is still in accordance with the rules, write a pun article, we all review, if it is good, naturally think that this attic preface, unblock the Jinshui Bridge, let you pass, naturally it is not a problem. ”

Wen He, Feng An, Meng Feiyu, Kong Jingwen, and a group of elderly people all nodded one after another, the county magistrate was born in a humanistic background, this move was done beautifully, and the edge was hidden, and Ying Wuxin was dragged down, and everyone wrote a pun essay competition.

If the writing is not good, then the result will naturally make this arrogant Taoist get out of the attic with an extremely embarrassed attitude, and when the matter here spreads, the county magistrate and his son who holds Jia Luwen will have a good reputation, and the little fame accumulated by the Taoist hero who should have no intention of writing a book to the west will also completely dissipate and become the laughing stock of the world's readers.

This trick is enough to make Ying Wuxin stink for 10,000 years, and the means are not ruthless.

As for whether you should have the intention to write a good prose, so what, how to compare it with the prose written by several people in Mo Ji's hands, who have worked hard for several years.

What's more, Ying Wuxin, as a Taoist hero, can write words, which is already very rare, and everyone doesn't think that he can write a prose, because the prose has very high requirements for literary talent and skills, not everyone, the prose can't be written, and Ying Wuxin, who is only fourteen years old now, how can he do it.

The move just now, it is estimated that the people present were deliberately provoked, and they wanted to cross the bridge and leave early, but they never thought that they would be dragged down by the magistrate.

At this moment, all the literati present knew in their hearts that what should happen to Ying Wuxin next would be the darkest and most tragic moment of his life.

Wen He and Feng An looked at Ying Wuxin and sighed slightly, for the failure of the Spirit Monkey Festival, after reading the first few chapters of Ying Wuxin's script, they also vaguely understood that they were indeed not wronged when they lost, and they still appreciated Ying Wuxin's young age and writing such good words.

But now, Ying Wuxin is arrogant to write a pun and compete with the son of the magistrate, which is completely self-defeating.

Ying Wuxin's face was full of indifference, and urged: "Then hurry up and bring the paper, ink, pen and inkstone, I wrote it for you to see." ”

"Okay, bring something over, let's take a good look at the text written by Ying Daoxia today?" Mo Ji shouted, with a faint sly smile on his face.

At this moment, he also understood what his father meant, he wanted to take the opportunity to humiliate this arrogant guy, he was naturally happy, and he couldn't ask for it in his heart.

On one side, a servant came with a pen and paper and placed it on the table on the side.

Ying Wuxin walked over, stood in front of the table, and asked with a smile: "Lord Zhixian, dare to ask what are the requirements of this punwen?"

Everyone was stunned, and after a while, their eyes looked at Zhixian.

Zhixian smiled faintly and said: "There are no requirements, Ying Daoxia can write casually, as long as it roughly suits the situation, we have no rules and regulations here." ”