In the capital, in Chen Jiu's mansion, the sound of reading aloud spread from a bamboo forest.

Bamboo is a rare high-grade bamboo, I don't know when it started, bamboo has become a representative of people's metaphorical character.

I remember a poem that reads: "Insist that the green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are in the broken rocks." Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind is blowing."

Haoran righteousness floats in the bamboo forest, the voice is peaceful, with a kind of law, the listener can not make people's hearts calm, and the haze in the heart is gone.

Chen Jiu, dressed in white, sat in the bamboo forest, with a table made of bamboo in front of him, sitting lazily on a rattan chair, the scroll in his hand was brand new, but with a holy Taoist atmosphere.

Chao Xiaoyu held an apple, and the knife in his left hand flew lightly, like a fluttering butterfly, wanting to fly into the sky.

The splashing of peels destroys this harmonious beauty.

"Are you really not going to play today?".

Put down the scroll, look at the teapot on the rattan chair, gently pour out a cup of tea, and savor it: "Don't go, I'm not a cat or a dog, why should I go, he wants to borrow me to ascend to the sky, but I can't do what he wants, this time not only can I not grasp it as a stepping stone, but also make my prestige rise again."

This is a cannibalistic society, where everyone is calculating, everyone is a prey and a hunter at the same time, and there are obviously no clear boundaries for this kind of role.

Today's Baihualou is particularly lively, there are countless scholars during the exchanges, and the old bustard who welcomes guests at the door is a little stiff with a smile.

Today's event is the day when Xie Yun, the eldest son of the Xie family, fought against Chen Jiu, and the students who had long been blind to Chen Jiu have been hyped up one after another. A duel is known in Beijing.

In a garden, Jiang Qianqiu was playing a game of chess in front of him, and opposite him was an old man in his fifties: "Grandfather, what do you say Chen Jiu wants to do?"

The old man looked at the chessboard intently: "Don't you have a big dream, and you didn't deduce it in your dreams?"

Speaking of this, Jiang Qianqiu's face was a little weird: "I can't simulate the role of Chen Jiu in my dreams at all."

"How is it possible" The old man looked at one side and his hand trembled: "Really?".

"Really," Jiang Qianqiu nodded affirmatively.

"You kid is not simple" Jiang Wannian took a light breath, and then dropped a chess piece: "He is playing a big game of chess."

"How big?".

"How big and how big is it".

"I hope he can get through, don't play with fire and self-immolation, and put himself in" Jiang Qianqiu's temperament was dusty at this time, and he no longer had that sleepy-eyed look.

Inside a restaurant in Beijing. Four youths sit in a room. The room is very luxurious, the wood is fine nanmu, and a stick of incense is burned in the center of the room, which has the effect of calming the mind.

Liu An lowered his head at this time, not knowing what to think. The atmosphere was silent.

He Zhongguo looked at Liu An. looked at Wu Qi who closed his eyes and stared again: "Boss." Have you figured it out".

Liu An stroked his slightly wrinkled forehead: "What I wonder about now is how Chen Jiu could come to Shangjing so well, he was not killed, and he has some secrets." This intrigues me."

While speaking, Liu An's eyes lit up: "What is there to think, Chen Jiu, this kid is too arrogant, pushing our Yuzhou to the mouth of the wind and waves, everyone is inevitably implicated by it, although our Yuzhou City is good, but it is still a big gap compared with Shangjing, everyone knows how to do it."

While talking, I saw Liu An blowing lightly on the incense in the center of several people, turned around and stood up: "Let's go, let's go to Baihualou."

Mu Qingyi stood by the window in the Baihua Building, looking at the endless crowd, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Interesting."

Downstairs, everyone was drinking wine and talking about the fight.

"What do you think Chen Jiu has a chance of winning?"

"A little turtle from the countryside, how can he be the opponent of our talented man in Beijing, brother, you are too worried."

"That's it, that's it, that Chen Jiu is arrogant, this time he just knows that he looks good."

In the center of the first floor are two tables, Xie Yun sits on the first seat, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone are all in place, and the noise of the whole hall does not seem to affect Xie Yun, as if the old monk is in a stable position, he sits quietly on the chair.

Everyone consciously surrounded the chair in the middle, leaving only a road, the road leading to the door.

Upstairs, Wang Jinlun was dressed in golden clothes, holding a folding fan in his hand, surrounded by maids, quietly without saying a word.

Time passed little by little, from morning to morning, the weather temperature rose, and everyone seemed to be infected by the hot and dry air, and there was a trace of irritability.

"Why hasn't this Chen Jiu come yet."

"That's it, he is too good at playing big names, and he is embarrassed to ask us to wait for him."

"Really, I'm hungry."

"Yes, yes".

"You must give him a good look when he comes, but you say he won't dare to come," said one person.

"How is it possible, this competition has spread throughout Shangjing and has attracted the attention of all forces, how can he not come."

"That's right, I've made all the bets, just waiting for Gongzi Xie to defeat that Chen Jiu and get the money."

"It's not really going to come," one whispered.

"This ,,,,," the crowd froze again.

At this time, everyone had a little reminiscence, from beginning to end in Beijing, some people in Beijing advertised that Xie Yun and Chen Jiu were fighting today, and even Xie Gongzi confirmed the matter, but Chen Jiu never moved?, could it be that this competition was a joke, Xie Gongzi directed and acted in a farce.

Time migrated, and soon it was past noon, and at this time, as long as it was a person, he noticed that something was wrong, and Xie Yun was still sitting there, like an old Buddha, but no one saw Xie Yun's hands trembling in his sleeves.

"Chen Jiu, if you dare not come, don't blame Lao Tzu for being ruthless."

This time the competition was spread to Beijing, and many of them were fueled by himself, and he originally wanted to use the public's mouth to force Chen Jiu to fight, but he didn't believe that he dared not fight under the pressure of this general trend, unless he didn't want to mix in Beijing in the future.

It's a pity, I didn't expect Chen Jiu to even have the slightest intention of responding, and the matter of coaxing the world became a farce, and his Xie Yun's face was embarrassed.

Upstairs, Wang Jinlun's folding fan has been put away, his hands are restlessly staggered back and forth, he and Xie Yun are called Shangjing Shuangju, the leader of the younger generation, Xie Yun's disgrace is not only his own face, but also his Wang Jinlun and countless Shangjing scholars.

At this time, not far from the big exam, countless scholars gathered in Shangjing to set their eyes here, if it really ended like this farce in the end, how would the scholars in Beijing raise their noble heads in front of others in the future.

"Wang Gongzi, is Chen Jiu really not coming?" asked a Confucian student in extraordinary clothes beside Wang Jinlun.

Wang Jinlun shook his head: "It's hard to say, it's only noon, and there is still an hour to go, maybe he is building momentum, but if Chen Jiuzhen doesn't come within this hour, then ,,,,."

Speaking of this, Wang Jinlun didn't continue, the result was already there, thinking of that unruly face, Wang Jinlun had no bottom in his heart.

Upstairs, Mu Qingyi was holding a book in her hand, and a maid was arranging Mu Qingyi's hair: "Miss, Chen Jiu is still here, it's noon now."

Mu Qingyi changed his posture slightly: "It's hard to say, Chen Jiu has been building momentum, obviously he thinks that the current momentum is not enough, it is not enough, this Chen Jiu has a big plan, and his ambition is not small, this time it is really hard to say."

"Miss has experienced the sufferings of the world and understands people's hearts, can't you see that Chen Jiucheng can't be successful?"

Mu Qingyi shook his head: "He is a mystery, an unsolvable mystery."

In the pavilion, Jiang Qianqiu's eyes narrowed slightly at this time: "Chen Jiu is really Chen Jiu, depending on the general trend, people are idle, and they don't care about it, if I definitely can't withstand this kind of pressure, I can't do it."

"You are still young, and you will be able to enter other people's dreams by taking a further layer of dreams, and you will naturally be no worse than Chen Jiu when the time comes," the old man said confidently.

Jiang Qianqiu nodded, not saying everything.

In the palace, the eyes of the emperor descended on the entire imperial city, and the entire imperial city was clearly visible like its own palm prints.

I saw Xie Yun who was uneasy in his heart, I saw the angry crowd, and the young man who was still sitting there calmly reading.

"Is he Chen Jiu?, why is he so tall, isn't there something dark in his body?" the human emperor groaned in his heart. (To be continued......)