Qiu Xin's actions seemed to shock everyone in the restaurant, no silver fell, and the waiters and heralds looked at Qiu Xin with different eyes than before, who would have thought that a scholar who could recite poetry would be so ruthless.

Not only them, but also the people who laughed at Qiu Xin before also had slightly different feelings, if it weren't for Qiu Xin, I'm afraid that thirteen of the thirty-four people would have been stoned to death, instead of staying on the eighth layer safely.

They may have known what would happen on the eighth layer, and they also knew that the people who died here would not be cared about at all, and perhaps they might not even know their identities, but they were so lucky, and with a hint of madness.

Except for a few people who died, there were only twenty-eight people left, and a few people who wrote poems were shocked by the previous scene, although there was no silver ingot to ask for their lives, but they did not play a twelve-tenth, and it was reasonable to be eliminated, and twenty-one people such as Qiu Xin entered the ninth layer.

The scene on the ninth floor is even more intoxicating than under the wooden platform, and many oirans are smiling and smiling, all of which are seductive and intriguing.

As if the feeling of being played with on the eighth floor of life and death disappeared in an instant, these scholars and literati looked cynical again, hoping to attract everyone's attention.

At this time, Qiu Xin felt that she had entered the eyes of the Ling family sisters, they reacted, Ling Zhiqin's desperate eyes were unwilling to leave this side, Qiu Xin smiled back, but she didn't see her speak.

The ninth floor is the same as the first floor, there is no definite topic, only people write poems at will, and the twenty-one green buildings decide the height at the same time, and the two people who went upstairs with broken fingers have already walked to the side of the crowd, as if they are carefully choosing the person they like, and the cruelty before is worth it at this moment.

However, when they looked at Ling Zhiyu at the same time, they froze in an instant, and the kind of dusty aura that other women did not have, was so conspicuous.

After standing there for a moment, they immediately turned their eyes away, for fear that others would know what they had discovered, but in their hearts, they were going to settle on this person.

The small movements of the two were just seen by Qiu Xin, and the gaze of the knife swept around, Qiu Xin's heart sank, even if he won the first place in his poems, these two people have occupied the second and third, the Ling family sisters, one of them will eventually fall into his hands.

"Little brother, which girl do you like here?"

I don't know when, the middle-aged man also came to Qiu Xin's side, looking at the twenty-one Oiran, but in his eyes, Qiu Xin always couldn't see the obscenity of others.

Suddenly, Qiu Xin had an idea in his heart, but he couldn't be sure, so he could only give it a try.

smiled at the middle-aged man and saluted in return, "Your Excellency participated in this boring Oiran dispute, not just for a kiss, right?"

The man smiled and replied, "The little brother has also seen what they are doing on the eighth layer, if it weren't for these twenty-one women selected from various states, who would have taken such a big risk?"

He looked at the twenty-one women who were standing neatly and neatly, but the eyes were distinctly different from the others, was it anger, calm, or disgust?

Qiu Xin couldn't be sure, or if he had all these emotions, but what he could be sure of was that this person was not here to compete for the Oiran, but had other purposes.

He wanted to borrow the hands of middle-aged people to win the ranking, so as to choose the Ling family sisters, so that he was a little more sure, but it was obvious that the middle-aged people came here without incident.

Everyone was waiting for the herald to give the order, and at the same time, someone in the restaurant cleaned up the bloody corpses on the ground, closed the spiral stairs on the remaining floors, and those who did not go up to the ninth floor were driven out.

Those who are lucky enough to go up to the ninth floor will eventually go down the three wooden stairs with an Oiran in a horizontal row, and the restaurant seems to have deliberately let everyone rest until the three restaurants are noisy, waiting for the final judgment.

The middle-aged man's words made Qiu Xin not know how to answer, but he was true and true, and he tried again, "Everyone in the world would be willing to live in this dusty land for the rest of their lives, and most of these people are poor people." ”

The man seemed to have not rested for many days, and although he had been smiling peacefully, giving people a sense of approachability, he was visibly tired, and his eyes were bloodshot, and he sighed lightly when he heard this, and said resolutely.

"They don't want to, but you and I, they, who doesn't want to have a spring festival here, if everyone is like a Buddha, cut off the six desires and seven feelings, there will not be a place like Yaozhou, little brother, this is not worthy of your literary talent!"

If he had time, Qiu Xin would definitely reason with this person, but he had already seen the herald walk among the people, and he could only hear the sound of the gong striking and making people excited.

"Tonight the moon is as silver as a plate, the stars are accompanied, the oiran is like jade, the men are vying for it, above the ninth layer, I hope you will follow your wishes!"

The gong rang out, and an incense burnt on the wooden platform on the ninth floor, and everyone on the platform looked at each other's opponents, brushed their sleeves to cover the rice paper, and each occupied one side, and each bell was one.

Qiu Xin stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation, picked up the pen with the middle-aged man, and the two dipped in ink at the same time, and laid the paper at the same time, but Qiu Xin's pen never fell.

His gaze looked at the fifteen-storey window lattice, as if he could still see the person behind the curtain, and at this time, someone had already started to write, unprecedented solemnity, unprecedented tension.

There is calm, there is no understanding, there is tension, there is despair, but the wooden platform is like a huge cage, and only with iron locks can you cross the wooden bridge.

Twenty-one people surrounded for a week, twenty-one people stood in three rows, the ink of flying dragons and phoenixes gradually dried up, and the pure white rice paper in front of Qiu Xin only dropped the ink droplets the size of beans on it.

There are also people who write and tear, tear and write, always dissatisfied, some people sweat profusely, and pay attention to other people from time to time, but the shortening of the burning incense tells them the passage of time.

The golden gong of the herald sounded, and the last of the incense ashes was shaken, and the people stopped writing, and some of the attendants stepped forward to take away the verses of the people, lifted them gently, and put them in prepared frames, and hung them at their sides.

Suddenly, calligraphy and paintings were enclosed on the ninth floor, and if they didn't know what they wanted at this time, I am afraid that they really wanted to praise these poems and calligraphy.

But there was a gap in the wooden frame that was enclosed, and Qiu Xin's figure was extremely conspicuous after the gap, because even the two people with their severed fingers had written poems, and the attendant behind him looked at Qiu Xin with strange eyes.

The middle-aged man adjacent to Qiu Xin glanced at him and said, "This ninth layer can't play tricks, it's not enough to attract attention, it seems that you are going to be the last to choose!"

He couldn't understand Qiu Xin, he also vaguely guessed something in the conversation with Qiu Xin, and Qiu Xin made a simple move, which also showed that he had martial arts, but he gave up on the ninth layer and gave up the opportunity to win the first place, which was not reasonable.

Straight lovesickness is useless, and unguarded melancholy is madness!

Qiu Xin saw the two sentences he wrote, and there was sadness in his helplessness, the word Qingmad fell very heavily on the ink, and he seemed to be extremely reluctant to write it, and he could see that he had paused for a long time on these two words, and after hanging up, the ink did not dry, leaving a few black liquid lines.

At this time, Qiu Xin noticed that there was a person in the crowd, green clothes and light silk, his eyes were watery, and he looked here from time to time, and the middle-aged man seemed to deliberately not want to look, but the slight movement was still exposed.

On the other hand, Ling Zhiyu and Ling Zhiqin, their last hope at the moment, the hope of letting Qiu Xin win a game and take away one person, was cut off at this moment.

Unless, the other twenty people will not choose them, but the fiery eyes around them always warn them that such hope is almost nothing.

But Qiu Xin's face did not show the slightest panic, in the second daughter's miserable face, under the desperate gaze, Qiu Xin mentioned it with a pen, and was about to write a word on the rice paper, but there was a voice from upstairs.

"The time has come, the ranking has been decided, and it is no intention to compose poems again, but it is outside the rules......"

Qiu Xin suddenly raised his head, but the tip of the pen kept scratching on the rice paper, like a dancing sword, like flowing clouds.

"Everyone...... Shopkeeper, I don't mean to offend you in the next book, but among the twenty-one people, there are still two who are friends in the next place, and I hope you will be considerate of ......"

"Boy, are you in the wrong head?"

The eerie silence didn't last long, and a loud laughing sound erupted, and most of the people in the restaurant who came to watch the Oiran competition knew these rules and understood the power of these green mansions.

Xu has never dared to say such bold words, listening to their ears, they only feel naïve and ridiculous, compared to the attention attracted by Qiu Xin's previous poems.

The people on the top of the building definitely didn't expect Qiu Xin to say this suddenly, although it was covered by laughter, Qiu Xin's voice contained internal force, and it echoed in the restaurant.

"If you want to ransom money, you can say that you should do your best when you make up your mind, but now they can't participate in the Oiran meeting. ”

The last stroke stopped on the paper, drew out the trail, and suddenly lifted it, only to see fourteen big characters on the paper: the most important thing is that the world can't stay, and the words of Zhu Yan are flowers!

Qiu Xin looked at these two sentences, shook his head, and seemed to be dissatisfied, and heard the top floor respond, "How much money do you have, how many acres of fertile land are there?"

Although it seemed to be discussing with Qiu Xin, it was more of a mockery, which caused more people in the restaurant to laugh, who would believe that a young man in a beast costume could pay to redeem two oirans, even if it was a famous family in various states, it was also a matter of breaking their muscles and bones to ask for an oiran from the Yaozhou Qinglou, so they laughed in addition to laughing.

Qiu Xin took out a complete silver ingot from his arms, as well as a few scattered silver taels, held them in his hands, and said, "This is all the belongings on the lower body, I don't know if it's enough......

At this time, there was an angry accusation from the top floor, accompanied by endless laughter from others in the restaurant, and several silver ingots shouting, "Where should you be?

Some people are in the mood to laugh a few words, and they don't believe that Qiu Xin will have the ability to redeem people, but some people think that this is an insult to them, and the person who spoke is like this.

The silver ingots that hit the whole body are different everywhere, but they are also very accurate, if Qiu Xin is an ordinary scholar, this time he really wants to teach Qiu Xin to be seriously injured and even killed.

But without exception, Qiu Xin moved very quickly, collected all the silver, and opened the windows that closed with a bang, and Qiu Xin did not mean to throw it back, but placed it in front of him along with his own ten quantities of silver.

This move dispelled the concerns of most of the people in the three restaurants, and the silver thing rushed towards Qiu Xin, overwhelming the world, and the momentum was not terrifying. (To be continued.) )