Even if he was not angry, Chen Chucai was not easy to break in, and was about to leave, but he saw a table under the door railing of the tea room, on which there was a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and his heart moved to cross the past, and when he lifted the brush, he left a line of ink on the frosty white parchment that was spread out-

Spring and white snow, lower riba people?

Speaking of this brush and ink characters, it is still difficult for Chen Chucai, in the "extreme sports" training in his previous life, there was a compulsory subject for cultivating the mind and calming the mind, and he chose to learn Chinese calligraphy to achieve meditation.

Although there is no famous teacher to point out, but the inscription can be found everywhere on the Internet, several years of uninterrupted self-study, between the splash of ink, Jiucheng Palace is written in a decent manner, and is devoted to copying the pavilion body of the "Master Qigong", which is also a good look.

Through another world, suddenly itchy hands, Zhongping Zhengkai in one go, white paper and black letters, iron painting silver hook!

This directly made the second brother of the tea waiter shocked, and a middle-aged man with Eguan sitting in the door also stood up, his eyes showed an unbelievable light, and then he stepped out and bowed: "It turned out to be a scholar who entered the cabinet, but he was old and clumsy, please inside!"

Chen Chucai was not polite, walked into the door of the teahouse, and saw it, but it was a unique cave!

It seems to be an oversized courtyard courtyard, with an elaborate garden under the central patio, and the ground is covered with brown glazed bluestone and carved with strange runes, and I don't know what it is for. Shadow walls, rockeries, flowing water, all available, and there is an exquisite nine-curved corridor, which makes the small garden appear empty and deep.

At the end of the covered bridge, there is a circle of osmanthus trees planted, and the blooming osmanthus is at its peak, and the fragrant fragrance fills the garden, which makes people feel refreshed.

In the open space between the osmanthus and cinnamon, there are more than a dozen elegant tea houses, and several tables have been sat on the guests, talking in twos and threes, some wearing clean literary shirts, and some are covered with luxurious brocade robes, all of which are extraordinary scholars.

Hey.......... The interior of a tea house with an inconspicuous façade is so luxurious!

The proud young man couldn't get used to it for a while, and of course he wouldn't mix it with those strangers, so he threw out a silver coin, lit a pot of green tea, and sat alone on the small table in the corner, bowing his head and drinking.

Pouring in, people continue to walk into the Guiyuan, more than a dozen elegant seats are quickly filled, but there is no noise in the small space, which truly reflects the elegant scene.

Chen Chucai saw that this atmosphere was incompatible with him, and was about to get up and leave, but saw a folding fan knocked on the table, and another male duck shouted: "Wu Na barbarian, is this the place where you should sit? Hurry up, get out, this son hasn't sat down yet." ”

The boy looked up and saw a tall and thin young man, eighteen or nineteen years old, holding a folding fan, wearing a pink embroidered brocade robe, and a big red hairpin flower on the tip of his ear, but it was a sharp-beaked monkey gills, his face was burnt yellow, and he had no sense of elegance.

There was also a blue-robed and big-bellied man standing beside the scorched young man, in his early twenties, also dressed as a scholar, and a young scholar, carrying a bamboo bookcase, who seemed to have the idea of this table because the garden was full.

If it was a good word, he would have to leave, and it would be okay to give in, but the thin and tall guy opened his mouth "barbarian" and closed his mouth "get out", how could Chen Chucai eat this set, his ass was too lazy to lift, his eyes glared, "hehe" sneered: "Why give up your seat............ Are you rich?"

"Boy, this is a place where Yiwen meets friends, what is a barbarian and rough man doing when he comes in?"

The blue-shirted fat man's tone was even more unkind, and he shouted: "Shopkeeper, this Lu Yuju is getting more and more bastard, and he actually put a pickled goods into the door?"

"Get out of the way!"

Chen Chucai was furious, scolded, took out two golden knives and threw them on the table, and shouted: "Come over to the tea waiter, this table is reserved today, and the two noisy guys will be taken away for me!"

"Good boy, uneducated! I will not give you some punishment today. ”

The blue-shirted fat man was also sneering, and there seemed to be a trace of fresh air gushing out of his head, although it was faint, Chen Chucai also felt some kind of power coming.

Huh........ Scholars are also quite unreasonable, is this going to fight?

It turns out that this is the heroic qi cultivated by Confucianism, which is qualitative and invisible, but unfortunately it is weak and powerless, and it can't hurt anyone!

Chen Chucai's heart was certain, his legs were slightly bent and he didn't get up, and his shoulders lazily put on a strange posture, which was the half-potential in the pile frame of the "Method of Bugang" - "Breaking the Demon Body", the fist was not swung, but the surging blood and qi strength met the attacking momentum.

"Wow........"

The fat man in the blue shirt took seven steps back, and suddenly his cheeks were pale, sweating like rain, and his face was inexplicable.

The abrupt noise naturally attracted the attention of the surrounding scholars, and they all cast surprised glances, and the owner of "Lu Yuju", the middle-aged man in Eguan, had already sent a piece of ink-written parchment to the chief of the garden, and kept telling an old man who was over the age of sixties.

Although the white-haired old man was old, his face was ruddy and energetic, and he stared at the black and white words a few times, but did not say anything.

A young man with red lips and white teeth stood up beside him, in his early twenties, with a respectful and gentle demeanor, and shouted loudly: "Zhang Kuan, nonsense, Hugh has to make trouble! This world brother's literary talent is only stronger than the two of you, not weaker, why should he give you a seat?"

"It turned out that Mr. Gao and Yanxi Gongzi were here, it was Zhang Kuan who was abrupt and disturbed a few adults Yaxing, damn it, damn it........."

The tall and thin young man holding a folding fan, his face was even more embarrassed, and he hurriedly pulled the young scholar and shrunk into the other corner. The blue-shirted fat man muttered, "Ahh.....h Vulgar and unbearable......", also slipped aside.

The third son of Lancang County Mansion - Jin Yanxi?

When Chen Chucai heard this, his eyes fell on the elegant young man who was standing, that demeanor, that temperament, standing with the green barbarian, what a pair of pretty people!

Jin Yanxi also noticed the existence of the unkempt young man, and clenched his fists and spoke, warm as jade: "This brother looks like a scholar, obviously not a scholar of this county, dare to ask the surname Gao, where does he come from?"

At this moment, Chen Chucai had to stand up and replied with his fists clenched: "Chen Shisan, a few days ago, I went into the city with the Feiman tribe to visit the county guard, but unfortunately it is rare to see the third son. ”

As soon as these words came out, the small Guiyuan Garden "buzzed", and it was obvious that the story of the three sons getting married had spread in the city.

But there was a good thing, obviously having a good relationship with Jin Yanxi, and got up and said with a smile: "This Brother Chen Shi turned out to be the in-law of the third son!"

Another old Chengwen student got up and asked: "I have heard that the barbaric fundamentalism in the West is difficult to open, they are all rude and reckless, and they even have Confucianism and Taoism?"

And Jin Yanxi's face at this moment suddenly became red and white, and he gritted his teeth even more in his heart: the Western Barbarian Plains is really vulgar and rude, and the Flying Barbarian Department is also full of means, and my son hid in the teahouse for a few days and nights in the name of studying tours, and they were all tracked down?

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