"The first genius in Beijing?" Qi Hanshan looked at Gongzi Wen, this Zhu Duocai is known as the first genius in Beijing, didn't he take Gongzi Wen in his eyes?

Wen Gongzi smiled slightly and said, "Strictly speaking, the Eastern Emperor Sect is outside the Shangjing City. ”

Even Qi Hanshan, who has always been gentle and elegant, is famous for his stability, and there is an urge to roll his eyes at this time.

What does this count?

Wen Gongzi didn't say anything more, just as the so-called literati are light, in the eyes of Wen Gongzi, Zhu Duocai is just a clown who jumps off the beam, but Qi Hanshan saw Zhu Duocai standing on top with Zi Baifeng at this time, but he sighed a little in his heart.

The entire Heavenly Empire is so vast, talented people, and people of insight do not know how many.

Today, just like in the past, the huge banner of "Gui Mo Xuan Poetry and Literature Society" hangs down from the cloud boat, fluttering in the air, and can be seen in all directions, and there are a few lines of banners next to it: "If you are thirsty for literature, you will see ink as life." "A thousand daughters are looking for wonderful texts, and ten thousand taels are not expensive. "It's easy to get a thousand dollars, but it's hard to find a word. "Wait for the wind to blow.

It's just that the gold and silver placed on each layer are several times more, and above the second layer, it has become a jade reward, Shangjing is not as good as Zaitianfu, if you want to attract more people, you must also have better chips.

In addition to these differences, there is another difference, that is, this time there are special audiences.

Qi Hanshan turned his head to look, and saw that there was another stand opposite, which was level with the highest platform, high up, and there were seven or eight official-looking people sitting on it, among which there were two acquaintances, but Qi Hanshan recognized them at a glance.

One is the original Zhizhou Gaoshan An of Zaitianfu, and the other is the Ministry of Rites and Ceremonies Qing Officials Si Zheng, and the Ministry of Rites Langzhong Qi Lu Siqi, he once presided over the township test of Zaitianzhou, so Qi Hanshan was deeply impressed by this family.

And seeing this Lord Qi, Qi Hanshan understood why there were so many people in this Gui Moxuan Poetry Conference, this was the final opportunity to pass the paper before the palace exam.

Is there a better way to impress yourself than by showing your talent directly in front of the examiner?

Not to mention, this Lord Qi was on the stand, but he was only in the last seat, and beside him, there were a few officials he didn't know, but looking at the clothes on his body, at least three of them were officials of the Ministry of Rites.

There is a person in the middle, dressed in civilian clothes, but Qi Hanshan doesn't know him.

Qi Hanshan immediately had an impulse to go up and show his talent.

But after listening to a few verses recited by those people, Qi Hanshan felt a little weak, everyone in the middle, the verses he recited, were no worse than himself, many verses, he couldn't help but praise a wonderful sound, but even so, many people were defeated, and in the boos of everyone, they left in a gloomy manner.

He is not an optimist like Chi Yanbai, blindly confident, but he is already a little weak-hearted.

In Xijing, he dared to say that he was a man of men, and in Zaitianfu, his results were already not satisfactory, and now, in the cultural circle where talented people gather, he has become unsatisfactory.

When Qi Hanshan looked up, Gongzi Wen was also looking at Zi Baifeng's figure.

A blue hairband tied up the black hair, a simple and simple young man, the boy just stood there smiling, his eyes were like stars, his face was like a crown of jade, his lips were red and his teeth were white, he was dashing, his face was pleasant, and he seemed to be completely indifferent to the place that was about to defeat them.

This image is almost exactly the same as when it was in Zaitenfu.

Half a year, one after another changes and wars, and thrills again and again, it seems that there is no trace left on his body at all.

It's still so clear and bright, like the stars in the night sky.

Zi Baifeng is not in a hurry, but someone is in a hurry for him.

This is a five-on-five game, it doesn't mean anything if you win alone, on Zi Baifeng's side, only Yan Xiaolei has a good result, and the other five are all standing in the top three layers, and the average score far exceeds that of Zi Baifeng's side.

When Chi Yanbai ran over to pull Qi Hanshan, Qi Hanshan grabbed him with a wry smile and said, "Didn't you see it? This game is almost over, and it's useless for us to go." ”

"What are you afraid of, not this time, there will be a next time. "Chi Yanbai, an optimist, is so optimistic that Qi Hanshan doesn't know what to say.

"Ouch...... Sister, you pinch me again!" Before Chi Yanbai finished speaking, he was attacked by Chi Yanzi's little hand.

"Leave you alone, I'll play first!" Chi Yanbai quickly escaped from the sea of suffering, turned around and ran, and ran towards the place where he had signed up.

Regardless of victory or defeat, such a fun thing, it is rare to experience it again, how can you not go?

"Both of them have reached our highest peak, and this level is harder than all the previous ones combined. "On the high platform, a member of the sub-clan is presiding over the last game.

"Our Gui Moxuan has always been famous for ink, and there is only one kind of ink, I believe everyone knows it, it is Gui Mo. The people of the sub clan raised a brocade box with both hands, opened the lid of the box, and saw the crystal beautiful cinnamon ink like black jade, and the faint fragrance of osmanthus wafted down, just opened the brocade box, and the entire venue was instantly filled with a strange fragrance.

This is not only Gui Mo, but also Gui Qingmo, the top grade of Gui Mo, smelling the smell of Gui Qingmo, everyone feels that their heads are clear, and they seem to have become a lot more agile in their thinking, and even the things they have forgotten have been re-remembered.

This is the effect of Gui Qingmo.

It is not difficult to imagine how much of a divine help will be to participate in the examination with such Guimo.

Gui Qingmo had already appeared, but looking at it again, there were three other brocade boxes on the table.

The color of the brocade box is different, and the Gui Qing ink is carved from jade, which is snow-white and crystalline, and the Gui Qing ink is lined with more pitch black.

"This is our Gui Moxuan's high-grade ink Gui Qingmo, it is hard to find gold, and it is only given to fate. "The tongue of the sub-clan is full of lotus flowers, and what they are talking about is that the sky is falling, "Our Gui Moxuan has not expanded its business to Shangjing before, so it is conservatively estimated that there are less than ten people in Shangjing who hold Gui Qingmo at this time, and these ten people must be reluctant to take out Gui Qingmo and use it lightly, so everyone doesn't know my Gui Moxuan's name." ”

"I know! Demon Codex!" Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted.

The people of the sub clan looked down, nodded slightly, and did not answer.

Half of the ten people he mentioned had obtained Gui Qingmo from Zi Baifeng, such as Gao Shan'an and Lord Qi. Others, on the other hand, must have been obtained from the Demon Codex.

"The effect of Gui Qingmo, compared to everyone who also knows, this ink can not only be used, but also can be worn and worn on the body, all evil will not invade, even if it is a demon general, they will stay away, not to mention the demon in the heart. ”

As soon as this remark came out, it immediately caused an uproar, even if it was Shangjing, don't want to escape the invasion of demons, but Shangjing is more abundant in terms of protection array, or the surrounding aura, the leylines are not decaying, and the aura is still abundant, so there are not many demon invasions, and they have been quickly suppressed by the masters, and there are not too many casualties.

Even if a powerful demon appeared, it was expelled and killed by the royal masters and the masters of the Eastern Emperor Sect, and it could always be said to be calm and peaceful.

But peace and tranquility does not mean that they are not afraid of evil spirits, on the contrary, they are more afraid that evil spirits will destroy their lives and drag them into hell in an instant.

At this time, they all pricked up their ears and stared at the people of the sub-clan.

Of course, there are also people who question it, thinking that the sub-clan is blowing nonsense.

Qi Hanshan involuntarily reached out and touched the piece of treasure ink he was wearing on his waist, and it was precisely because of the protection of this ink that he couldn't help him, whether it was the whirlpool of dead qi or the invasion of demons.

At this time, Qi Hanshan also felt that it was no wonder that Zi Baifeng didn't care about the victory or defeat, whether it was victory or defeat, it was Gui Moxuan who won.

And the reason why Zhu Duocai was willing to come to the gym was not to defeat Gui Moxuan, but to be able to show his face in front of those adults.

Bai Feng's face is getting bigger and bigger, and these adults are all coming to cheer.

"If you don't believe me, we can try. The sub-clan raised his hand and said, "Come on, bring it up!"

Suddenly, several wrestlers came up carrying a box, opened the box, and suddenly revealed an evil demon.

"Please also ask your lords to testify that this is indeed an evil demon, and it is not that I, Gui Moxuan, are looking for something to replace the disguise at will. ”

The one in the center nodded slightly and said, "It's really a good demon." ”

Hearing his proof, everyone was in an uproar, their eyes widened, watching what the people of the sub-clan were going to do.

I saw that the demon was struggling desperately, roaring again and again, and a pair of vicious strange eyes glared angrily at the clansman, as if he could break free at any time and bite off his head.

But I don't know what the white light rope on his body is made of, and it binds it tightly.

"This rope is the Gui Qingmo that once soaked my Gui Moxuan. The sub-clansmen did not forget to publicize, and then began to sharpen the ink, and after a while, the ink was ready, and the sub-clansmen raised the inkstone in their hands and said, "Everyone, please see!"

He fell lightly, and Gui Qingmo poured onto the demon's body, as if it was a strong acid, instantly corroding the demon's body into a big hole, and the demon's roar was heard far away.

Everyone was frightened, and they were extremely impressed by this shocking publicity.

Even Wen Gongzi couldn't help but bared his teeth and cracked his mouth, is it really good to publicize it like this?

Suddenly, the demon broke free from the rope and screamed and pounced on the sub-clansmen.

The people of the sub-clan were not afraid of danger, and shrank back, and all the ink in their hands was splashed.

There was a "bang", and the demon seemed to be pierced by thousands of bullets, and countless holes appeared all over his body.

Even so, the demon's vitality is so tenacious that it is not even dead.

"Protect your lordship!" Above the stands, many guards poured out, although the two forces were trembling, they were still in front of many adults, and under the stands, those who were watching the excitement flashed a huge circle, the speed was staggering.

Zhu Duocai, who was in the stands, also subconsciously dodged to the side, so that he was not too out of shape, this Zhu Duocai was not only rich in talent himself, but also a monk, so that he would not be too panicked.

Only Zi Baifeng didn't move, because this scene was actually deliberately arranged by him.

The people of the sub clan raised the Gui Qingmo in their hands, smashed it on the head of the demon, and smashed the demon's heavenly spirit cover with a snap, which really killed the demon, and several wrestlers carefully stepped forward to pack up the demon's corpse, put it in the box, and carried it away carefully.

"I'm sorry for the slight mistake, I hope it didn't bother you. The people of the sub clan smiled bitterly and saluted the surroundings, "The evil demon is ferocious by nature and has a tenacious vitality, if you let this evil demon go away just now, it is really a crime that deserves death, and a crime that deserves death!"

The people below made accusations one after another, and it suddenly became a mess.

Looking at the reactions of the people below, Qi Hanshan clearly saw that a trace of disappointment flashed on Zi Baifeng's face.

"Brother Zi, why is this so difficult?" Wen Gongzi shook his head and sighed.

He also saw that Zi Baifeng's move was to make these literati vigilant and not relax, so that the demons could take advantage of it.

But in this place of singing and dancing, a place where the people's hearts are scattered, and a city of leisure and pleasure, how many people will care about the invasion of evil demons, the infiltration of the demon world, and the oppression of the fairy world?

is the so-called hiding in a small building into a unity, managing his spring, summer, autumn and winter.

If they don't really know how powerful the demons are, how can they get attention?

"Although there is a little situation, I believe everyone has seen the effect of our Gui Moxuan's Gui Qingmo. "The sub-clan is humane, "Gui Qingmo used to be the highest grade ink in our Gui Mo Xuan, but now we have three other kinds of ink, these three kinds of ink are Gui Evil Ink, Gui Shen Mo, and Gui Demon Mo. ”

"Hmph, grandstanding!" Someone below said angrily: "Ink is ink, easy writing is serious, what is the use of making so many gimmicks?

It turned out that this was the owner of Bao Mo Zhai, seeing that Gui Moxuan was so lively, he couldn't sit still at all, and sent someone to make trouble.

"This guest officer is right, ink is ink, no matter how useful it is, the most important thing is that it can write good words and draw good pictures. Therefore, the question of this last level is to take the test with four kinds of ink, whether it is a poem, a writing fu, or a painting. The final merits are naturally judged by everyone present, and everyone can call some people to help judge. ”

After the Zi clan said this, he immediately turned sideways and said, "Of course, no matter who wins or loses, the masterpieces of the two talents will be permanently preserved in my Gui Mo Xuan Middle Hall." If you don't want our Gui Moxuan to stay, you can also withdraw from the competition now. ”

After hearing this, Zhu Youcai groaned slightly, and said with a smile: "Okay, then I'll accept it, let me try this Gui Mo with magical effects." ”

The reason why Zhu Youcai came out for Bao Mo Zhai was because the boss of Bao Mo Zhai had a slight friendship with one of his elders, and he invited him and several of his friends to participate in Bao Mo Zhai's poetry and literature meeting, so as to increase the momentum and attract popularity.

Who would have thought that no matter how hard they tried, they would still be a crowd, but on the contrary, Gui Moxuan was very popular here, and they were also very curious about what was going on, so they agreed to Bao Mozhai to come to the gym.

But at this time, what to kick the gym, what to win or lose, has long been put behind by Zhu Youcai, and he now has only one thing in his heart, in front of the Lord of the Ministry of Rites, to reveal his talents.

The rest of the qiē doesn't matter.

The people of the sub clan took a step forward and wanted to help him sharpen the ink, but Zhu Youcai stretched out his hand to stop him and said, "Stop, I have always sharpened the ink by myself." ”

The people of the Zi clan smiled and retreated, turned around and ran to help Zi Baifeng polish the ink.

In order to let everyone see clearly, the carrier of this poem is not paper, but four screens, each of which is three meters wide and two meters high, which can be described as huge.

If it is an ordinary person, whether it is full of words or full of screens, I am afraid that it will take at least a few hours, and if you want to carefully retouch, I am afraid that it will be ten days and a half months, or even a few months and a year.

Zhu Youcai saw this screen, and then he understood why not too many people came up on the top of the high platform, but it was built so big, it was originally prepared for this screen.

Zhu Youcai already had a plan in his heart, he splashed ink, waved his hand, and a green mountain, a small courtyard, and a small bridge jumped on the paper.

In the small courtyard, schoolchildren play and read.

Inside the long window, the gentleman groaned, studying.

There is one person, the most eye-catching, his face and Zhu Youcai have some similarities, this is Zhu Youcai's own painting of his own learning.

If there are the most people present, it must be the students, the students in the Mengxue, all kinds of shapes, each different, seeing the familiar and full of memories, almost everyone was touched.

Seeing the things drawn on this first screen, everyone understood Zhu Youcai's thinking, which must be the process of the Mengxue test, the meeting test, the township test, and then the palace test. Exactly four levels, four screens.

Ten years of hard study, once the title of the gold list, is the greatest wish of all students, this road is also the most familiar to them, and it is the easiest for them to be touched.

Zhu Youcai knows very well that his choice can be said to be the most correct.

Such a wide screen would be too short for a poem. If you write an essay, it is too long.

Gui Moxuan came up with this topic, in fact, to let them paint.

And Zhu Youcai asked himself that he was unparalleled in learning, no matter what it was, he would not lose to the students of the same subject, and his choice of topic was even more closely related to the most critical point - the final merits were not judged by the judges, but by everyone present.

And the most present, naturally, the students are the most.

What Gui Moxuan provided was only ink, not gouache, Zhu Youcai sketched a schoolboy with a few strokes, and everyone was also attracted by him, and then looked at it.

Some people kick shuttlecocks, some climb over the wall, some chase butterflies, some touch fish, some dig birds' nests, some drag dogs' tails, some ride horses, and some study hard.

A person, a gesture, a story, a life.

Qi Hanshan looked at the painting, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought, unable to help himself.

A painting expresses the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of all students in one word.

Qi Hanshan was still touched, let alone others?

Qi Hanshan was suddenly very worried about Zi Baifeng.

He turned his head to look over, and the ink on Zi Baifeng's side had also been polished, but he was holding the pen and standing there, not using the pen for a long time.

Just when everyone thought that he had exhausted his donkey skills, he suddenly moved.

Instead of painting, I opened the other three boxes.

Zi Baifeng opened the second box and surprised everyone.

As soon as the box was opened, a gloomy and rich feeling came to the face, making everyone can't help but feel the suppression, this power is somewhat similar to the demon just now, but it is far superior to its might.

Dead air!

"You...... What are you doing here, what kind of ink is this!" Zhu Youcai was startled, "Are you planning to kill everyone?"

Dead qi is extremely corrosive, and for them monks, a trace of dead qi entering the body means that years of penance are expelled.

That's why demons are so difficult to deal with. For ordinary people, the death of the body means at least one serious illness and a weak physique.

Zi Baifeng didn't answer, and opened the other two brocade boxes.

The third brocade box opened, and a strange feeling spread.

And the fourth brocade box opened, but suddenly, everyone felt an indescribable ease and comfort, comfortable and natural.

All four brocade boxes are opened, four kinds of ink.

One life and one death, two enchanting.