When Qi Lusi was about to leave, it was already the end of the poetry meeting.

At noon, Gui Moxuan's people ordered wine and food from a nearby store and served them for free, Song Hui asked the soldiers to get a few portions, and a few people ate them in the carriage, and then watched.

Soon after noon, someone went up to the sixth floor, and the sixth floor was not gold and silver jewelry, but a brocade box that I didn't know what was in the road.

And the title has changed from poems, couplets, and essays to calligraphy and painting.

The treasure in the brocade box was also revealed, and it was Gui Moxuan's ink.

At this moment, the Poetry Club has finally advanced to become a special display platform for Gui Moxuan.

Zi Wu took out his own high-quality ink, calligraphy and painting, those scholars who participated in the poetry and literature meeting themselves came into contact with it naturally, needless to say, even the people below could smell the faint fragrance of osmanthus.

"This ink is Gui Mo, it is the most common ink in my Gui Mo Xuan, you can go to my Gui Mo Xuan to buy one or two, and it is a good product for your own use. The woman in red who was in charge of grinding the ink just gave a brief introduction, and didn't say much, the quality of the ink, all the people present were experts, so they could naturally tell by themselves.

"This Gui Moxuan's proprietor is a good method. Qi Hui said, "This owner is also a talent." ”

He had just seen that several of the main scholars had already gone up to the third floor, and he had shown his faces, and his heart relaxed a lot.

"Yes, after today, I'm afraid there are not many people who can't remember their ink...... This ink ......" Qi Lusi shook his head, not knowing how to describe Lu Dao, "When there are fewer people later, I will also go and buy two pieces." ”

Qi Hui is such an active person, when he heard this, he glanced at the soldiers around him, and the soldiers ran to line up.

When the soldier came back with a bitter face, Qi Hui realized that this ink was good, but it was really expensive......

"No wonder this Gui Moxuan actually put ink on top of gold, it is really more expensive than gold......" Qi Hui was speechless.

Gui Moxuan's positioning is a luxury product, not a general product, and it is not facing ordinary literati, who can afford it, and those who can't afford it...... Now they are all rolling up their sleeves, planning to go to another game to see if they can get an ink.

This high-end pricing has not yet shown its power, and at this time, most of the people who will come to Tianfu to participate in the Great Shangke because of the relationship between the Face Immortal Conference and the masters who belong to the major forces and are not bad for money have not yet come, but now they must make the fame of this ink out.

There are not many officials, and it doesn't hurt to give a small gift, this kind of valuable gift is a bribe, Qi Hui still doesn't know what the temperament of this Lord Qi Lusi is, and he rashly gives a gift, I'm afraid it will backfire.

"There are still three layers on this, could it be that there is better ink on it?" Seeing that there were fewer and fewer brocade boxes on it, and when it reached the top, there was only one brocade box, and Qi Lusi was also speechless.

"That young man ......" Song Hui suddenly lost his voice.

But Zi Baifeng had already finished writing a pair of words, and he was hanging it up at this time and showing it to everyone.

There are a lot of myopia among the literati, and the display is brought to the following to show, and then handed over to everyone to judge.

Qi Lusi was naturally not short-sighted, and as soon as the word was hung up, he saw it.

Seeing Zi Baifeng's words, Qi Lusi was also a little speechless.

"I have only seen one person in Zaitianfu who has such good words. Song Hui said.

"Wu Yunhou's words, even in Shangjing, are hard to find. Qi Lu thought about it, he naturally knew who Song Hui was talking about.

Next, it is basically Zi Baifeng who crushed all the way to the top, but there are also some really talented people who have reached the top one after another, and the later rules are not so strict, and there are often two people who advance together, and many people who lose will also challenge again.

After the cinnamon ink, it is the cinnamon incense ink, which is another ink made by Zi Wu according to feedback, which strengthens the fragrance of osmanthus and is more refreshing, suitable for people who like a richer taste.

On top of the cinnamon fragrant ink, it is naturally the cinnamon ink with laurel added.

And at the top, the host opened the brocade box and said: "The most beautiful ink is called Gui Bao Mo, which is the treasure of my Gui Mo Xuan Town Store, and it is the only one in the world, so it is inconvenient to display." And there is a basin of ink, splashed by the literati and ink artists on the last layer, this basin of ink is used up, the poetry will stop, the opportunity is rare, please seize the opportunity. ”

Gui Bao ink, naturally is the ink produced by Xiao Gui Bao, although how much there is, once painted the entire Zhongshan Courtyard black, but at this moment there is only this pot, which is even more precious.

"I want to go up and try it......" Qi Lusi sighed, he is also a literati, and he is also a lover of ink.

Zi Baifeng just swayed a piece at random, with a little painting skills, and did not compete with others for that pot of ink, and the literati below shouted one after another: "The brother above is merciful!" and then launched an attack on the top floor.

Zi Baifeng went to the top early, although it was later, but he came to the top, because he had all the topics at his fingertips, and he could deal with them with ease.

Now he was lying on the top platform, looking down at the ground.

Chi Yanbai was defeated in the penultimate layer, and there were really many talented people in Tianfu. Chi Yanzi went to the top layer, she didn't particularly care about the ink, although it was good ink, but if she wanted to use it, she would just ask Zi Baifeng for it.

Qi Hanshan is still fighting on the penultimate layer, and the opponent is Yan Xiaolei, and one of the two must fail. Xing Qulang's opponent happens to be Hu Caijun, but they are still in the penultimate layer.

"Xing Qulang Gongzi wins. In the end, the two men decided the winner.

Defeated?

At that moment, Hu Caijun was a little confused.

He knew the relationship between Zi Baifeng and Gui Moxuan, but he knew that for Zi Baifeng, there was no need to cheat in this kind of place.

And there is still a three-story gap between him and Zi Baifeng.

Is this the gap? real, the gap after everything is gone?

Xing Qulang didn't know Hu Caijun, but Qi Hanshan knew his person, Hu Caijun's triangular eyes were too easy to recognize, seeing Hu Caijun's lost soul, he suddenly felt a little bored, he shook his head, looked at Yan Xiaolei's serious little face, and said, "I admit defeat." ”

However, he didn't want to let this the best student trained by Zi Baifeng, although he was not very old, his talent was really extraordinary, and the title of "Boy Baifeng" was indeed not false.

Yan Xiaolei blushed, excitedly climbed to the back floor, stood side by side with Zi Baifeng, pulled the corner of Zi Baifeng's clothes, and called Mr. softly.

Zi Baifeng stretched out his hand and rubbed his head, pulled him to look at his side, and cheered for others, having a lot of fun.

"This little baby's literary talent is also very good, and he seems to know that Zi Bu Si. Song Hui said.

Qi Lusi nodded and said, "This silence must have something to do with Gui Moxuan." ”

"What does Lord Qi mean, this son is cheating without saying a word?"

"Literature can't be faked, whether it is poetry, character, calligraphy and painting, it is the best choice. Qi Lu thought. After he finished speaking, he shook his head again and said, "It's worth the trip." ”

"What about this talented man? It seems that his literary talent is also good. "Those who can go up to the fifth floor or more are extremely talented, Qi Lusi basically remembers them, and Song Hui is naturally the same.

"That's it. Qi Lu thought about it, Hu Caijun is not particularly dazzling, sometimes the difference may not be too big, but because there is a stronger one in the front, it seems that the people behind are extremely pitiful, and they don't even get the attention they deserve.

Song Hui regretted that none of his sons could reach the sixth layer, and they were far inferior to Zhihu's talents, not to mention Qi Lusi's other eyes.

However, there were finally a few people who won a few words of praise from Qi Lusi, although they were not specifically pointed out, but they also left an impression.

"I don't seem to see Gongzi Wen come to participate, if Gongzi Wen comes, I don't know who is weak and who is strong. Song Hui said.

"Wen Gongzi?" Qi Lusi thought for a while, and said: "In my opinion, poetry and writing, Wen Gongzi is better, but in terms of calligraphy and painting, Zi Bu wins." ”

"Wen Gongzi came to participate in this big school, but it was an unexpected joy. Song Hui said, "It's been a long time since there have been outstanding disciples from the Great Gate Sect participating in the Great Shangke. ”

"It's still a lot, but it's ......" Qi Lu thought and didn't speak.

However, it is the first time in a place like Zaitenfu.

This Wen Gongzi is famous, he is one of the core disciples of the Eastern Emperor Sect, and his practice is the way of literary talent, the book of the sage, and he also has to come to participate in the face immortal conference of the Ying Long Sect, so he will participate in the Great Shangke here.

For the leading sect like the Eastern Emperor Sect, there is no need for anything at all, the Eastern Emperor Sect is the closest to Shangjing, and the literary name of Wen Gongzi has long been spread, Qi Lusi came here and also shouldered the tasks related to Wen Gongzi, but this kind of treatment is something that others will never get.

Hu Caijun lowered his head and walked down from the platform step by step.

In his arms, he was holding a box of cinnamon incense ink.

When he finally stepped off the high platform, he suddenly felt a sense of emptiness.

He likes to be noticed on the high platform but contains the feeling of crisis, but at this time, when he comes down from the high platform, he is confused.

He and Gong Shao turned their faces, I am afraid that they have also lost their position to make ends meet, and now what is he getting?

Unexpectedly...... Only this one piece of ink?

Is it worth it? What to do?

A few questions lingered in my heart, and someone came up and asked, "Brother, do you sell this ink?" I buy it at a high price. ”

He didn't hear it at all, lowered his head, pushed the man straight away, and walked out of the crowd.

When he was completely out of the crowd, he looked back again.

A voice said to him, "Try again, try again, don't give up easily!"

But he also knew that it was just that he was unwilling to fail, and in fact, if he tried again, it would not be better than this time.

When he was in Mengcheng, he may be the second person under Zi Baifeng, but when he is enlarged to the whole world, Zi Baifeng may still be the first, but he no longer knows where Lu Dao has fallen.

That's the gap.