MTL - The Green Gourd Sword Fairy-Chapter 41 Taipingju

　　 The old man Wang was very happy today. He was born as a hunter for generations, so he did not live in the town, but lived in a grass cottage in the mountains and forests southeast of Yongle Town. It was convenient for him to go hunting in the mountains.

Early this morning, a rich man came here. As soon as he entered the door, he threw a cloth bag on the table and said he would buy his cottage. Old man Wang went up and opened the cloth bag. He couldn't open his eyes.

　　 Although this grass house was handed down by his ancestors, it is already very dilapidated by his generation. If it weren't for the convenience of going up the mountain and hunting, he didn't want to live here alone.

　　 Now that I have this white silver, I will at least have a good food and clothing for the rest of my life, and I will go hunting. Old man Wang agreed without even thinking about it, and he was very enthusiastic. He left most of the furniture in the house, but after cleaning up some softness, he took the money and left.

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　　 Zhao Guo Chongwen, imperial examinations were established everywhere, and Yongle Town was no exception. Surrounded by mountains on three sides, the scenery is excellent. Although it is remote, it does not affect the gathering of some talented people. After a long time, it has become the right place for some down-and-out literati to chant poems.

　　Taipingju is an elegant place in the town open to talented people.

Legend has it that the owner of Taipingju was originally a down-and-out literati. He failed many attempts. But when he came to middle age, he actually got the Xie Yuan test. Later, he was favored by the daughter of a fifth-ranked minister. From then on, he jumped into the dragon gate and entered. North Korea is an official.

　　 When he returned to his hometown, he made a spontaneous investment to build this peaceful residence, which was specially designed for literati, poems, teasing and poems.

　　 At this moment, Taiping is in the middle. In a long pavilion facing the street, there are a few scholars sitting or standing, enjoying tea and poems. One of the scholars in cyan Confucian clothing was shaking his head and chanting:

　　 "Look at the green smoke in the lying mountain, and watch the sunset from the bamboo in the evening. The blue bird comes and goes to waste aspirations, why should we go straight to the nine layers of the sky!"

　　 "Haha, Brother Kong is a good poem!"

　　 The scholars clapped their hands and laughed. One of them said again: "The imperial examination is dim, and the examiner has no eyes. Although I am waiting to leave the waves in the mountains and rivers, I really have the ambition of the sky. I don't know which day I can blast into the sky and go straight to the sky, as Brother Confucius said in his poem. !"

　　 The scholar surnamed Kong looked at him and said with a smile: "Brother Sun, who lives in this mountainous land, will surely be an official in the court sooner or later, and ask Brother Sun not to forget me and wait."

　　 "Haha, it must be!"

　　 At this time there was another humanist: "The poems of Brother Kong are good poems, but I feel that there is something wrong with it."

　　 "Oh? I would like to hear the details."

The man went on to say: "I'm back in the evening to watch the sunset. This is the word'peep'. I think it's difficult to be elegant. It doesn't fit my status. If I change it to the word'Pin', I will come back to the bamboo room to enjoy the sunset, Brother Kong. What do you think?"

　　 "Haha, Brother Zhou is brilliant and quick to think, I really am Zhao Guo's prodigy, Kong Mou admires him."

　　 The scholar surnamed Zhou was secretly proud when he heard the words, and on the surface he was still polite: "Where and where, Zhou is a talented and shallow student, but he is only a dog, and he is superfluous, and Confucius is the well-deserved Zhao Guowenkui!"

　　 These few people are in the long pavilion, all kinds of flattering each other, they are all in a good mood, quite a kind of fluttering poetry, unparalleled in the world. Unexpectedly, at this time, an untimely voice came from outside the pavilion, saying:

　　 "The ancient road has a long pavilion, and the pigs and dogs are mingling. The pig speaks of talent, and the dog says poetry."

　　 Everyone turned their heads and looked towards the street, only to see a tall horse on top of the stone street, with the sound of its hoofs, and it came awkwardly.

　　 Sitting on the horse is a white-clothed boy with a handsome appearance and extraordinary temperament. At this moment, he was swaying the folding fan lightly, and he looked like a young master of the world.

　　 And there is a little boy in gray clothes in front of the horse, holding a sword with flowers in his left hand and a horse rope in his right hand, leading the way.

　　 The scholars forced their hearts to anger. One of them sneered and said: "Brothers talk loudly, you must have a good opinion, why not enter the pavilion and tell each other what you have learned."

　　 The young man in white smiled and said, "Since Xiongtai has sincerely invited me, I don't have to resign. Although I can't talk about it, it's okay to give you some advice."

　　 Turning over and dismounting, walked into the pavilion. The young man tied his horse by the side of the road and followed closely behind.

　　 When the two entered the pavilion, all the scholars looked at them. The young man was fine, but the white-clothed boy had a handsome face, but his complexion was pale and unbelievable, and his voice was crisp and sweet, without the slightest masculinity.

　　 One of the middle-aged scholars said haha:

　　 "Xiongtai is really a strange person, so why bother to dance and use ink, to concentrate on searching for a prestigious daughter, isn't it beautiful to be a quick son-in-law?" He insinuates that the white-clothed boy and the boy and the girl are first-rate. Everyone present didn't know that, they all laughed.

　　 The young man in white did not speak. The young man in front of him glanced at the middle-aged scholar and saw that his frontal bone was prominent and his eye sockets were sunken. I couldn't help but laughed: "This Xiongtai has a strange appearance, and I admire it in his heart, but there is a poem for you."

　　 "Oh?" The man wondered: "You little boy also understands poetry? Just read it and listen."

　　 I saw the little girl shaking his head and thinking:

　　 "Three or five steps before leaving the hall, my forehead is in front of the painting hall; it is difficult to wipe my tears a few times, and I will leave two streams!"

　　 These words insinuate his forehead and his eyes are sunken, and they are extremely relevant.

"you!"

　　The middle-aged scholar froze for a while, pointing at him and could not speak.

　　 At this time, the white-clothed boy sat down in the stone chair and arched his hands towards the crowd:

"I thought that although all of you were talented and shallow, but in the end they are also readers. I didn't expect to do this kind of thing about judging people by appearance and short-sightedness, which is really disappointing, extremely disappointing..." said he shook his head. , A look that hates iron but not steel.

　　 All the scholars present had a dark complexion, and one of them said humanely: "Xiongtai has sharp teeth, so I don't know how to ask questions? Everyone gathers here today. Why don't you come to a poem meeting to verify the truth and learn?"

The white-clothed boy shook his folding fan lightly, and smiled: "It's not that I'm bragging about it. You are not worthy to fight poems with me because of your knowledge. But since today is here, I can't sweep you Yaxing, so let me, the book boy, replace it. Let me discuss one or two with you."

　　 "Shuboy?" The person before said angrily: "Xiongtai looks down on me and wait?"

　　 The boy in white gave him a sideways glance and said, "What? Are you afraid of my little book boy?"

　　 The people present were aroused by him and shouted:

　　 "Bi-just-bi, I'm afraid he won't make it!"

　　 "Yes! Show him some color."

　　 "I don't know how high the sky is, and today I will fight him first, and then fight against the deity, so that he will be convinced to lose!"

　　 The scholar surnamed Kong raised his hand to signal everyone to stay calm and not restless. He coughed and said, "Brother Sun will come first for the first time."

　　 "Then Sun will show his ugliness first," the scholar surnamed Sun said after hearing the words: "Listen well boy, this first episode will be titled ‘mountain’."

　　 Shutong nodded and said: "Yes!" Then he stretched out his right hand and made a "please" gesture and said:

　　 "Please ask Brother Sun to show his ugliness!"

　　 The word "xian ugly" is generally used for self-effacement. This book boy actually asked others to "xian ugly". Surnamed Sun stared with anger, and said in his heart: "I want you to look good later."

　　 Thinking like this in his heart, he started pacing in the pavilion with his hands on his back, and groaned after a long time:

　　 "Nanshan Qingfeng is a world-renowned, sweeping Baiyun alchemy pill!"

　　 "Second!"

　　 The scholars around could not help clapping their hands in praise. One of them even shook his head and said: "Yongle Nanshan, towering into the clouds, off the beaten track, it is indeed inhumane. Of course, only the Xian's family lives on the top of the mountain, and only the Xian's family can do this cloud-sweeping and alchemy! Haha!"

　　 Everyone thought they had the chance to win, and someone joked: "Have the little book boy ever seen such a battle, maybe he will write a few big characters. I am afraid that he will have to think about these two poems for ten years, haha!"

　　 "It's not necessary for ten years, ten breaths are enough!" The book boy rolled his eyes with his hands behind his back:

　　 "Chongqiu butterfly shadow sky flower, self-illuminating moon dance sword fairy!"

　　 As soon as this poem came out, there was no sound in the hall, just because the two poems of the book boy and the first two lines of the previous scholar surnamed Sun, both in artistic conception and literary style, are perfectly blended, and even faintly superior.

　　 To know that the scholar surnamed Sun is the person who wrote the topic, the first two sentences are extremely difficult to make, and this kid immediately confronted the latter two sentences within a few breaths. If it were not for the fact that the camp is hostile at this moment, it would be horrified.

　　 But when the white-clothed boy heard the poems written by the book boy, there was a blush on his face for some reason, and his big eyes glanced out of the pavilion unconsciously.

　　 Just as the scholar in the pavilion looked at each other, the scholar surnamed Zhou coldly snorted and said:

　　 "The fox is mad when he gets his will, and the book boy is ridiculously selling madness!"

　　 After hearing this, everyone was refreshed and said with a smile: "Brother Zhoucheng will not deceive me, hahaha! Little book boy, ridiculous!"

　　 The book boy didn't get annoyed after hearing this, but just smiled lightly:

　　 "It's hard to express the poor and rot, the talents deceive themselves and blow each other!"

　　 Everyone listened to him saying that, no one knows that he satirically satirized the scholars in the pavilion for their ambitions. In fact, they have no real talents, but they just flattered each other to comfort themselves.

　　 The scholar surnamed Zhou turned black, and said angrily: "What are you guys barking at?" He rolled up his sleeves and acted as if he was going to hit someone.

　　 But the book boy was not afraid, and raised the sword engraved with flowers in the air. The scholar surnamed Zhou immediately vented his courage and shrank back to his neck. He was originally a scholar who had no power to bind a chicken, and he had just turned his head for a while. At this moment, seeing the book boy actually holding a "weapons" in his hand, he immediately became a turtle with his head shrinking.

After 　　, the scholars took turns to fight ~www.novelbuddy.com~ but they were all right to the poem, but they couldn't scold others, and they didn't dare to beat them, so they bit the book boy with hatred.

　　 Suddenly, a person outside the pavilion shouted: "Master Feng has arrived!"

　　 Everyone's eyes lit up, as if the savior was coming, and one after another gave way. I saw a man with a broad robe and big sleeves strode forward. This man had a face with Chinese characters, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a handsome appearance.

　　As soon as he entered the pavilion, a scholar said to him: "You can count Feng Daxiong. This person has sharp teeth and talks nonsense. It is really insulting to be gentle here. Please also ask Feng Daxiong to be the master for us."

"Oh?" The scholar surnamed Feng ignored him, just squinted at the young man in white, and said after a moment: "Two big-minded talents, how come this Taipingju didn't notify Feng a certain sound, they lost their courtesy. Please forgive me."

　　 The white-clothed son waved his hand and said: "We are also wandering around at will, where we are happy, and we have discussed with you one or two. Since it has disturbed everyone Yaxing, let's say goodbye!"

　　 Bachelor surnamed Feng stayed and said: "Why don't you two come to the inner courtyard to sit for a while and **** good cloud tea, so that I can do my best as a landlord."

　　 At this time, the boy said: "Thank you Feng Dacheng, my son still has important things to do, and if it is inconvenient to stay for a long time, please forgive me."

　　 "That's it..."

　　Bachelor surnamed Feng nodded, no longer holding back, but with his hands behind his back, squinting his eyes at the leaving back of the white-clothed boy, not knowing what he was thinking...

This young man in white clothes and his book boy were naturally Tang Diexian and Liang Yan who were dressed as women, but for some reason, Tang Diexian did not wear that brave pendant on his neck at this time. The breath is unobstructed.

　　 If there is a comprehension person present, he must be able to recognize his cultivation level at the fifth level!