Chang'an City, the imperial capital of the Tang Dynasty.

If a monk watches from afar, Chang'an City is shrouded in clouds and mist, and there is a golden dragon hovering in the sky to suppress the luck of the human race.

At this time, the east gate of Chang'an City was noisy, and dozens of defenders surrounded Zhang Bairen, and the steel gun was pointed at Zhang Bairen.

This made the businessmen and people passing by look sideways.

There was a lot of talk.

"The Su family in the mouth of the officers and soldiers is not the Su family of Luoyang Mansion?"

"This son is dignified, why is he so ruthless, he actually killed the two brothers of the Su family. ”

"The Su family is the hero of my Tang Dynasty, and he was even named a hereditary marquis. ”

"It's sad, I killed the two sons of the Su family, and dared to enter Chang'an City, I really don't know whether to live or die. ”

The discussion was very loud, without the slightest scruples, and he was not afraid of Zhang Bairen hearing it at all.

Zhang Bairen somewhat understood, the feelings were not because he was famous and asked for his signature, but because someone framed him for killing the Su brothers.

This is obviously done by the king of the proud country, how can it be relied on me?

"Fubo, this place is not as proud as the country, you can't do it. ”

Seeing that Fu Bo was about to make a move, Zhang Bairen hurriedly grabbed Fu Bo.

"Brother Bairen, what should we do now? We haven't entered Chang'an City yet, are we going to be in prison?" Shui Yanran frowned, clenched her small fists, you must know that she is also a monk, and she does not take mortal soldiers in her eyes.

Zhang Bairen was not in a hurry at all, framing himself? It should be Jiang Hao, the fish that slipped through the net.

Zhang Bairen doesn't want to make trouble, but he is not the master who is bullied, so write down this account first.

"Brother Luo, you came to your territory, just like this?"

Zhang Bairen glanced at Luo Tong and said with some dissatisfaction.

Luo Tong was also stunned, obviously not expecting this kind of thing to happen.

"Presumptuous, give General Ben a retreat!"

Luo Tong let out a deep sigh, and by the way, he released a trace of murderous aura on the battlefield, which instantly shocked dozens of defenders and the onlookers.

"Who are you? How dare you make trouble in Chang'an City!" The face of the defenders led by him changed, and he was a little timid in his heart, and this person in front of him called himself this general, and his rank was higher than him.

Thinking about it again, this is at the foot of the Son of Heaven, and the generals of other continents come here, and they are also coiled.

The general guarding the city above the city tower heard the commotion below and came down to take a look with some dissatisfaction.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, but you saw that your own people surrounded General Luo Xiao of Tiance Mansion.

Immediately, three steps and two steps, the general of the city defender came to the shouting defenders and slapped him.

Bang, fell more than a foot away.

"The last general has seen General Luo Xiao. The general of the city saluted respectfully.

"Before being bewitched, you also have to see whose guest the other party is, hum!" Luo Tong snorted coldly.

Then, he looked at Zhang Bairen and said, "Zhang Gongzi, please enter the city first." ”

Looking at Luo Tong, Zhang Bairen and his party of four entered Chang'an City, and the general defending the city broke out in a cold sweat, and he was able to be treated so politely by General Luo Xiao.

This is a big man, you can't mess with it!

The onlookers were stunned, and the situation was changing too quickly.

As soon as you enter Chang'an City, walk on the avenue with a width of ten zhang, there are shops and vendors on both sides, and the passers-by are looking for things and asking for prices, so it is not lively.

"Childe, if you enter Chang'an City today, why not write a poem and make Chang'an famous. Fauber said.

In Fu Bo's heart, under the guise of Xiao Jiujiu, the prestige of his own son-in-law is all in the country of Aolai, and it obviously has not been passed on to the Tang Dynasty.

If you want to make money every day, you have to be famous first, and then, you can take Childe's book everywhere to get benefits, hehe.....

"Fauber, when will you be able to quit your cheesiness after following me for so long. Zhang Bairen said dissatisfied.

"Childe, you have to say this with your conscience, I learned this cheesiness from you, why did you come to Chang'an City without anything else, and brought some gold, silver and jewelry. Fauber muttered quietly.

"Brother Bairen, you just chant a poem, and Yanran wants to hear it. ”

Shui Yanran's eyes were cautious, looking at Zhang Bairen, she knew that Zhang Bairen's appearance of poetry was so beautiful.

Luo Tong was also somewhat interested.

In Aolaiguo, he always heard how talented Zhang Bairen was and how knowledgeable.

He wanted to see how the talented people of the small country were compared to the Tang Dynasty.

"Zhang Gongzi, you might as well write a poem, and let Luo Mou listen to Gongzi's talent. ”

Seeing that Luo Tong had spoken, Zhang Bairen nodded a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, this situation and this scene, when you chant a poem. ”

Zhang Bairen began to rummage through the ancient poems describing Chang'an City in his mind, and the time for pretending to be X had arrived.

I saw that the momentum on Zhang Bairen's body changed, and the wind of Confucianism emerged in an instant, and between his gestures, he was all elegant.

At this time, Zhang Bairen had already entered the mode of memorizing poems.

"Nine days open the palace, and all the nations are crowned. Hundreds of thousands of houses are like a game of Go, and the 12th street is like a vegetable garden. Chang'an Avenue is narrow and evil, and the green cow and white horse are ......"

Zhang Bairen memorized a seven-word poem, anyway, it is a famous ancient poem, as for who's, Zhang Bairen has forgotten, but this should be able to maintain my Confucian demeanor.

As soon as the seven words came out, coupled with the loud voice of Zhang Bairen in X mode, this made the pedestrians on the road look sideways.

For a while, there was no noise, and it was quiet.

A moment later.

There was an uproar again, and they all went to Zhang Bairen.

"Good poetry, good poetry. ”

"Who is that boy?

"Wow, the son is a good student and knowledgeable, can you communicate with the little girl. ”

"Such a talent, compared to the famous old master, he will not let it at all. ”

......

The group of four people who squeezed out of the crowd gasped for breath with palpitations, these people were so crazy that they almost couldn't get out.

"Every time I write poetry, I cause a storm, and I decided not to write poetry in the future. Zhang Bairen's eyes were firm, and he swore solemnly.

"Childe, this is the ninth time you've said it. Fauber followed.

"Brother Bainin, you just wrote a poem so beautifully. Shui Yanran held her little face and looked at Zhang Bairen.

Luo Tong was convinced at this time, although he was a military general, he also knew some things in the literary world, and he was also familiar with Confucian etiquette and various Confucian classics.

Zhang Bairen's seven-word poem is an absolutely good poem!

"Brother Zhang, great talent. ”

Luo Tong, this can be regarded as a real recognition of Zhang Bairen.

"Rough work, it's hard to wait for the elegant hall. Zhang Bairen smiled.

At this moment, a voice came.

"This son's work is not rough, it should be a god's work. ”

Zhang Bairen followed the sound and looked over, on the edge of Chang'an Avenue, there was a very small door, which was a hanging stall.

An old man in his fifties and sixties stood there, looking at Zhang Bairen with a smile.

I looked at the position where I had just composed the poem, hundreds of meters away, this old Taoist is a monk!

"Sir, it's overrated. Zhang Bairen said politely.

"Childe, you have to count a hexagram, I don't accept your hanging gold today. Lao Dao said with a smile.

When Zhang Bairen heard this, he carefully took a lot of old ways, this image is indeed in line with the charlatans.

One of the god sticks.

Zhang Bairen gave the final conclusion.

Suddenly!

Zhang Bairen thought of something and looked at the Chang'an City Gate, which was only one or two miles away from here.

And this is still the East Gate, which is so similar to the scene in the Journey to the West.

It seems that this god stick.... Well, the Taoist priest should be the celebrity in Journey to the West.

Zhang Bairen looked at Lao Dao, and then looked at Fu Bo, showing a playful smile, and had a calculation in his heart.

"Thank you Mr. for your kindness, I don't need to tell the hexagram, please ask Mr. to calculate the identity of the housekeeper next to me?"

Zhang Bairen had long wanted to know what kind of monster this old thing was.