"Looks like it's been broken..."

"This Xia Xun is indeed a bit of a Taoist. ”

Hanlin Courtyard, southwest, hundreds of zhang away, a small building by the railing.

The writing desk was moved to the corridor, and a Confucian scholar with clear eyebrows was drawing the visual scene in front of him on the snow-white manuscript paper. There were also a few Confucian scholars standing aside, quietly watching the incident at the mountain gate taking place. If there is no one around those two, it is not a taste to look at them in my heart.

I thought there would be a good show, but who would have thought that the green shirt would be so thick-skinned...

"Yes, it does. ”

"Yu Youran's couplet is not a quatrain, but it is absolutely there, and the couplet is placed at the door of our yard. If the comer comes out of the next couplet, regardless of the neat battle, at least he will not be able to get out of the circle of praise and disparagement, praise will increase the prestige of others, and depreciation will cause a disaster. He is ignoring it now, and it is indeed a way to break the situation. ”

"I thought otherwise..."

The picture scroll is atmospheric, leaving a few blank spaces, and two deep ink hidden fronts.

The Confucian painter who painted stopped slightly, turned his face to look at the speaker, and said: "The tree wants to be quiet and the wind does not stop, and the literati have been arrogant since ancient times. You underestimate the calculation of people's hearts by the girl in the backyard, and also underestimate the temperament of the brothers in our yard. The words stopped at the point, and the speaker moved his eyes to the direction of the mountain gate. A few people next to the desk were a little suspicious, but they didn't say anything, and something happened on the other side of the mountain gate...

In the distance, voices are agitated.

More and more unscrupulous...

"The phoenix is crying, and the birds are all winged. I said, "Do you not understand the words?" or do you not understand the meaning?"

"Hey, if you don't know how to etiquette, Baishan doesn't even follow the ceremony, it's really a joke. ”

"I've heard that the sky has fallen, but I never thought it would be like this. Just send a hairy boy to Beijing for the national examination, which can even lose the face of our Hanlin Academy. ”

"Hey, the land of the Southern Barbarians, where the poor are born, how can there be talents. ”

"It's just that we've always looked up to them. ”

“......”

Cneering and unbearable.

Sneering and pointing.

As a martial artist, Mo Xian has an extremely calm heart, and the three-foot Qingfeng can endure the pain of Ling Chi just in exchange for a chance to kill, but forbearance is not the same as forbearance. The forbearance of forbearance and humiliation is not the forbearance of leisure, especially when the words of the Confucian scholars around him become more and more unscrupulous, involving his friends and teachers, the anger in his heart is even more difficult to suppress. Although Xia Xun has long been in the first place, he looks at it as a leader and a front. Looking at what is received, this is the "heart" that this thousand people refer to, and pay attention to the word "forbearance". Ben has the mentality that more things are better than less, and he just wants to endure it, but in the current situation, Mo Xian may really overestimate the bearing capacity of his heart, and also underestimate the heaviness of this "heart".

"This black-clothed one is from the Seven Star Academy, right? Originally, I thought he was a hard bone, but now it seems that he is just a piece of mush. ”

"I'm afraid the rumors a few days ago are just groundless, and I don't think these two people are a kind of material. ”

"Isn't it, how can these two people destroy a place of corpses?"

"Da..."

"When I look at him, it's only a scare..."

"Shhh ”

"Yo, don't go. ”

“......”

Silently walked from the mountain gate, walked out about a hundred zhang, although there was no one to stop on the road, the ridicule was intensified by the more silence, and was gradually coaxed into abuse by some Confucian students who had no bottom line. And Mo Xian's indifferent pace also stopped here. The sarcasm and invective gradually weakened as Mo Xian stopped...

“......”

Sweep your eyes to the contemptuous gazes cast by those inside and outside.

Mo Xian turned around coldly and said to Xia: "The etiquette is too heavy. ”

"Uh..."

The gift is too heavy, and I just can't afford it.

Xia Xun raised his hand, scraped the bridge of his nose with his index finger, and smirked: "It's quite heavy, but one hundred and two feet and two hundred and sixty steps, you have exceeded my estimate, which is very remarkable." ”

Mo Xian squinted slightly: "You expected that I would not be able to bear it?"

"Of course..."

Xia Xun shrank his neck, spread his hands, and smirked: "Wen is arrogant, martial arts is arrogant, how can the sword of a gentleman be humiliated? Looking sideways is your opinion, because you can shut up people by directly drawing your sword. You're a sideways looker, but you choose to look sideways, it's weird to be able to go to the backyard, hehe. ”

Mo Xian suddenly had a feeling of being played, it was obvious that Xia Xun had already planned to have the scene he was now.

"Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"Hehe..."

Xia Xun smirked again, and at the same time hurriedly took two steps forward to approach Mo Xian, winced his eyes and laughed in a low voice: "Senior brother, don't be angry, if I don't say it, there must be a reason not to say it." Our first visit, worship the mountain as a guest, if you draw your sword to show your edge and give people a loud slap at the entrance, this is not unkind, and the beam is probably also a bane. So, let's take a sideways look at it and let them spit and froth at the mouth first, so that we can be more justified when we slap it again, right? ”

“......”

There are a lot of ghost ideas, and sometimes it's quite confusing.

Xia Xun has always done things unexpectedly, which Mo Xian is deeply touched. It's the same at this time, since Xia Xun said so, there must be his plan. It's just a plan, and he suffered a bad meal for no reason, and Mo Xian's heart is uncomfortable. Jian Meisheng looked coldly, and looked at the nearby Confucian students slightly, and the Confucian students who were being looked at could obviously feel a cold chill, and they couldn't help but take a few steps back. A few people seemed to feel that they couldn't hold their faces after being frightened by a glance, so they scolded them...

"What are you looking at?"

"Nanban, who are you scaring for?!

"There's going to be a fight, you think I'm afraid of you..."

"The gentleman doesn't move, if you want to do it, I will accompany you, come and come. ”

“......”

Ignoring Confucianism's insults and provocations, Mo Xian turned his head and said coldly: "Give me a different opinion." ”

"Heh, understood. ”

Xia Xun smiled knowingly, and walked in front of Mo Xian in two steps.

Sweeping his eyes up and down, he clasped his fists with both hands, and bowed respectfully in the east, west, and north directions of the Hanlin Academy. didn't speak, then turned around directly, and led Mo Xian back the same way......

"Yo, going back?"

"Hehe, I know they can't help it. ”

"Let's go and see what they can do. ”

Finely broken, heavy chatter.

The sarcasm and ridicule around him gradually faded.

The more curious Confucian students followed the steps of their predecessors, and a few scattered around.

The so-called literati have been arrogant since ancient times, and the north and the south have been fighting for thousands of years. Hanlin students have respected the way of martial arts for generations, and their arrogance is naturally very different from that of asking astronomy and Confucianism, and it is more of a killing rhyme. Mo Xian and Xia Xun came from the south, and they were inextricably linked with the Wenru Supreme Wenru Wentian Mountain, even if it was not an exaggeration to say that he represented the Wenru lineage to go to Beijing for the national examination. Therefore, as the old rivals of the Confucian students of the Hanlin Academy, they have never underestimated today's comers, but they prefer to see a bloody literary and martial fight, not a weak enemy. Now, it seems, they have succeeded. A drama that has already come to an end is forced to reopen the curtain by simple and crude surging words...

A few notes, written with just seven characters, quickly spread quietly in the Hanlin Courtyard.

Many learned Confucian scholars became much more cautious after reading the note.

In the southwest, a few Confucian scholars standing on the railing of the small building are the same...

"Horizontally, it is a peak on the side of the ridge. ”

The woman on the left side of the desk took the note and savored it for a long time: "This person does have extraordinary strategies, but he is too arrogant." ”

"What do you mean?"

"There are two solutions to break the game..."

The woman handed the note to the speaker and sighed and explained: "Those who look horizontally are level-eyed, and with a normal heart, they will be humiliated." Those who look from the side are contempt, and with the edge of force, they can deter the crowd. The two agree, that is, you can look at it however you want, and he doesn't take us people seriously at all. ”

"How can it be justified? ”

"When you enter my Hanlin Academy, you dare to be so arrogant? Hmph, I'll meet him later!" The man who took the note casually crumpled the note into shredded powder, turned around and walked into the building hurriedly.

"I advise you not to go. ”

The wolf Hao ran the cinnabar, ordered a few red wildflowers, and the man who painted washed the brush, and said calmly: "The man in black is named Moxian, and he is the chief disciple of Yueyang Seven Stars. He is matched with Xia Xun, both martial arts and literature are the best of his generation, he has drawn three thousand swordsmen of Chunyang, and the Shoushan case that was rumored a few days ago is also their handiwork. If you go to trouble them, you will only suffer. ”

"Da-da..."

"Cut!"

The departing man was very impulsive, and the persuasion did not stop him, and an indignant roar came back from the corridor: "I can't beat you, don't I still have you? I don't believe that he can still be wild in our territory!"

"Da-da-da-da. ”

"Hey..."

Sighing helplessly, the handsome man who painted shook his head.

"Why bother. ”

“......”

The other end.

The wind can't be blowing, and the yelling is endless.

When the wind rises, all the crows are silent...

Mo Xian and Xia Xun walked back to the mountain gate archway of Hanlin Courtyard under the fierce gaze. The Confucian scholars who followed him did not utter any more wild words, just like a swordsman who, after angering his opponent, suppressed his emotions to the calmest state, ready to make a move at any time.

"Sha..."

Hanlin mountain wind, Xiao Xiao majestic.

The crowd gathered around the archway, Mo Xian stood aside coldly, and Xia Xun picked up the red silk that had been sitting for a long time from under the stone pillar on the right side of the archway. The red silk and the stone pillar hanging on the left side are of general size, gently opened, and placed in the center of the avenue, which is very eye-catching. But after looking for a while, Xia Xun couldn't find the pen and ink used for writing. In his heart, he couldn't help but curse the woman's careful thoughts. In desperation, he had no choice but to clench his fists and ask the Confucian students around him: "This writer also has the four treasures of the study." I don't know which big brother can borrow pen and ink to use?"

“......”

The question, like falling into a valley, did not even sound much back.

The Confucian scholars were stunned like wooden chickens, looking at the two people under the archway playfully, smiling silently. Seeing this, Xia Xun lost his temper in his heart, these people were obviously waiting for him and Mo Xian to have a fight, how could they come to help.

Mo Xian saw Xia Xun's difficulty, so he said coldly: "Qingfeng is okay, don't borrow it." ”

"Uh..."

Xia Xun hesitated and looked at the empty right stone pillar.

Qingfeng can also be, which means that the three-foot Qingfeng ghostwriting ink book can also be, why borrow pen and ink from others? However, if you use Qingfeng to write words, it can only be carved on the stone pillar. The words engraved on this are not washed away even if you want to! Such an approach is tantamount to insulting people's families. Not to mention how annoying it will be when the time comes, at least today he and Mo Xian will definitely not be able to eat and go. Moreover, this is also a foreshadowing planned by the ruthless woman, otherwise how could she leave the paper without the pen?

"Da-da..."

And just when Xia Xun was hesitating whether to jump into this pit, a little Taoist girl came between the mountain gates and mountain roads. Xiao Daogu is about seven or eight years old, with big eyes, a small round face, slightly obese, and a snow-white and snow-white long silverfish robe, which looks very cute.

"Little brother, this is for you. ”

Xiao Daogu trotted over a few Confucian students to Xia Xun, raised her chubby palm high, and handed over a small wooden box and an inkstone. Xia Xun was a little unexpected, he didn't expect that at this time, the people of Pure Yang would actually help him give him a step. Taking the wooden box and inkstone, Xia Xun smiled kindly and asked, "Little girl, who asked you to come?"

Xiao Daogu turned around and pointed to the other end of the stone road in the mountain gate, and said obediently: "Senior Sister Mo asked me to come." ”

Looking at it casually, hundreds of zhang away, on the stone road, at this time, there was a snow-covered white shirt.

The cold face didn't have much emotion, and the sword eyebrows and the silver dragon gave people a sense of coldness, and she was quietly looking at this side. Xia Xun smiled secretly in his heart, and glanced at Mo Xian's envoy, only to see that Mo Xian was also staring at the woman in white, and did not notice Xia Xun's eyes. Xia Xun didn't think much about it, handed over the wooden box containing the food to Aunt Xiaodao's hand, and said with a smile: "Then you can help me give this to Sister Mo, help me thank her." ”

"Good. ”