On the third day of the Lunar New Year, the atmosphere of the New Year continues, and people are celebrating the New Year at home, so the business of major restaurants is quite deserted. Facing the lake, there is a restaurant called "Ziyun Pavilion", which is the most lively on weekdays, but at this time it is full of birds in Yemen.

At this time, I saw a man with a long figure leading a group of entourages to this restaurant to drink, only to see that his eyebrows were slender, a strand of hair on his right forehead was slightly curled, and his long eyes were lightly picked.

It turned out that he, his father, and his entourage arrived at the home of Tongchuan Mansion on the first day of the Lunar New Year. He and his father live in the capital city on weekdays, but they have never been to their home here a few times, and not many people know that they still have a residence in Sichuan. And the man who got off the carriage that day was undoubtedly Lu Yincong. At this time, he was bored at home, so he and the servants came to the restaurant to drink.

There are a few drunken customers in this attic, and they all look down. Zhang Tianqian drank by himself, thinking that now he had finally captured the enemy who had defeated him many times in the past, and his heart was extremely comfortable. Looking at the lake like a flat mirror, the mood is very leisurely. Just as he was drinking happily, there was a sudden shout at the table next door, but Zhang Tianqian was startled, and a few drops of wine in the wine glass were also spilled.

When Zhang Tianqian came, there was still no one at the next table, and I don't know when a down-and-out scholar came, the wide green cloth shirt and clothes were very torn, and his face was full of wind and dust, and now he seemed to be drunk and sloppy. But seeing him muttering without knowing what to say, he shouted loudly: "Xiao Er, Xiao Er! Take pen and ink!" Then he looked at Zhang Tianqian with half-squinted eyes, and his cheeks were extremely red. The little two put the pen and ink on the table, but saw him pick up the small bowl of ink, grab the pen, staggered to the wall, and shouted: "There is no fucking place to write on this wall!" Zhang Tianqian thought that he was a literati, and this "fuck" was inevitably funny. finally found a big blank space, and saw the scholar dancing on the wall:

When he was young, he knew that he was like a sea enemy,

How can you endure the Tartar ascending?

But I saw that most of the people were rolling,

Teach him to be bloody!

When Zhang Tianqian looked at this poem, his heart was slightly shocked, this poem really couldn't be more reversed! Moreover, the poems of others are all small characters like flies, and his words are so big that everyone can see them clearly. Moreover, this man was dressed as a scholar, but the poems he wrote were full of recklessness, and there was no literary brilliance at all, and this situation was really incredible! However, Zhang Tianqian had no intention of looking for trouble with him, so he pretended not to see it, and drank again.

Who knew that the man didn't know what to do, dangling back and forth with a wine glass, reading these four anti-poems aloud in his mouth, suddenly, the man staggered to Zhang Tianqian, drunk and unsteady, and asked with his eyes: "Is this poem well written............?" Most of them rolled their heads and taught him...... Teach him to pin bones...... Bleeding!" Zhang Tianqian sneered slightly, and did not speak, the man was in a hurry: "Why don't you speak, why do you still laugh at me?" A small guy next to him came up and twisted it aside, the man broke away with all his strength, and ran to Tianqian, one was unstable, and the wine in the cup was poured on Tianqian's clothes.

Zhang Tianqian was angry in his heart, thinking that you came to provoke me today, if you don't let you go to prison and lose your head, I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep at night! So he hooked his right foot to hook that person down, who knew that the person was unusually flexible, light and avoided, and shouted: "Why are you still beating me!" Tianqian was furious and shouted: "If I don't send you to prison, you don't know how powerful the uncle is!" I know that Daguan Ye is amazing! Daguan Ye! Daguan Ye spare me!" Zhang Tianqian didn't bring his long whip, but just swung his fist and hit him. And the man fell left and right, seemingly drunk, but he didn't let Tianqian catch it.

But I saw Zhang Tianqian change his fist into a palm, his palm technique was fluttering and fast, and his body was unusually light. Suddenly, the left palm was on the scholar's shoulder, and the right palm slashed the wind, like lightning that suddenly appeared in the dark night, and slammed into the man's chest! But the man's chest suddenly shrank back, and Zhang Tianqian's palm only lightly touched his shirt, but as if he was seriously injured, he stood crookedly and unsteadily, as if he staggered and pulled Tianqian. Zhang Tianqian shook off his hand and said angrily: "Send him to the prison for me!" A small guy twisted him to his side, wanting to take him away and throw it to the government for disposal. The man's mouth just shouted wildly: "Daguanye, spare me! Daguanye!" There was still a cry in his voice. Zhang Tianqian hated and said: "You came to provoke the uncle, you deserve to be unlucky!" He sat down angrily, only to hear a clear and bright female voice behind him: "The official please spare this poor scholar!"