"If I lose, I won't be able to take the national exam for a year!" Wen Renqing said with a deep breath. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although this is a risk for him, it is still extremely valuable compared to the rich reward he receives after success.

"That's why I said the bet is too light! Let's bet on ten years!" Zhuang Yichen smiled softly, his face full of contempt.

Wen Ren Qingyue immediately froze in place, this bet had exceeded his expectations in his heart. Even if you are an ordinary person, it is very possible to become a jinshi for ten consecutive years.

If he is really banned from taking the exam for ten years, this loss is not ordinarily big!

"Brother Wenren, what are you afraid of him doing!"

"How can a mere martial artist be your opponent in the way of couplets!" The person on the side immediately opened his mouth to encourage, after all, the literati are a group, and the warrior is a group.

So far, Wenren Qingyue is very sure that he will win Zhuang Yichen, because he has put enough effort into the couplets and has made a few dead pairs.

As long as Zhuang Yichen can't answer one of them, he won! As for Zhuang Yichen, a person who has never been involved in the way of couplets, it is almost impossible to respond to the situation on the spot.

It's just that if this voice agrees, Wenren Qingyue will also be under great pressure, and even Wen Jing will be shocked.

Wen Ren Qingyue hesitated, and smiled bitterly in his heart! Originally, he wanted to embarrass Zhuang Yichen with this, but he didn't expect to get himself into the pit.

Suddenly, there was a sound of vibration in the seal, and his divine thoughts hurriedly came in to see that it was actually a handbook.

After reading the content, Wenren Qingyue suddenly looked calm, and opened his mouth and shouted: "Okay, I will bet with you for ten years that you should not try!"

"Refreshing!" Zhuang Yichen smiled slightly, and immediately made an oath in the name of the Martial Saint. And Wenren Qingyue did not fall behind at all, and made an oath in the name of Wensheng.

This level of oath was second only to the Great Oath of Heaven and Earth, so soon an orange light descended from the sky, enveloping Miaoshu Pavilion in it.

Even if Wen Ru He Yi was in it at this time, there was no way to stop the two of them from fighting Wen.

It is also wonderful to say that since ancient times, there has been no civil war between literati and warriors, and today it will become the most classic scene of the human race.

Many Xiucai took out paper and pencils, wanting to record the couplets that the two chanted for a while and pass them on to future generations.

"Like frost for the two Ming Qin!" the charming and moving voice came from the side, full of moving charm.

"Thank you, Miss Rushuang!" said Wen Ren Qingyue politely.

It is basically no secret that Cheng Dieyi has a good sister. Although she did not leave the door after arriving at Shaoji Mansion, the news about her peerless appearance inevitably spread.

"Please ask the question!" Zhuang Yichen also got up and said to Wen Renqing Yue.

"It's better to be Zhuang Shoujie, you first! I've already taken a big advantage, how can I strike first!" Wen Ren Qingyue said with a graceful attitude, which made many people feel impressed.

"Pretend!" Fang Luo snorted coldly in his heart, and scolded with disdain in his mouth.

Luo Wuxi next to him also nodded with concern, but it was not easy to open his mouth and scold directly! How can I say that he is also a famous showman, and his bickering or something is too damaging to his image.

"Which of you wants to gamble with us!" Fang Luo rolled his eyes and suddenly said loudly.

"How do you want to bet?" Several people who were together with Wenren Qingyue couldn't help but be moved, what they lost just now must be won back now.

"It's very simple, we just need to press whoever wins!" Fang Luo said with a smile.

"We're going to gamble too!" shouted Xiucai on the second and first floors!

"A total of 40,000 taels of gold, as long as it does not exceed this limit, how much will be accepted!" Fang Luo said loudly.

"Okay, I'll press people to clear more than 10,000 taels of silver!"

"I suppressed the people to clear the more than five thousand taels of silver!"

"I suppressed the son's two hundred taels!" The sound of betting suddenly rose and fell, showing a one-sided situation, and no one was optimistic about Zhuang Yichen.

Soon the bets on the first and second floors were collected and placed in one place. Coupled with the property that Fang Luo and the others took out, close to 80,000 taels of gold were piled up together, which was almost eye-catching.

Except for Zhuang Yichen, who had a few people at the table, the rest of the scribes were actually suppressing the victory of Wenren Qingyue! Of course, this is a very normal thing! After all, Zhuang Yichen was able to make a poem of Zhenguo by a single martial artist, which had already caused subtle hostility in the hearts of the scribes.

"If no one bets, then we'll take it all!" Fang Luo narrowed his eyes, and his heart was overjoyed.

With his understanding of Zhuang Yichen, this battle is undoubtedly lost! Zhuang Yichen's whole body is shrouded in a mysterious light cluster, and the couplets are absolutely difficult for him.

"The old man bets a tael of gold!" At this moment, the heavy voice of vicissitudes of life sounded, and it was suddenly stunned.

Because the person who spoke was He Yi, the governor of Jizhou, He Yi!

Even if he bets a penny, I'm afraid it is more important than the net worth of everyone present combined.

Everyone held their breath and waited for He Yi's next sentence! If He Yi favored anyone, then whose victory was almost certain.

Wen Ru has the eye of heaven and earth, and can predict and predict, although it may not be completely accurate, but it is almost like a god.

"I'm betting on Zhuang Yichen to win!" He Yi smiled faintly, and a small ingot of gold appeared on the table without warning.

"Damn! I won't lose! Even Wen Ru can't imagine that he can shake my mind!" Wen Ren Qingyue secretly hated in his heart, but He Yi's identity was too different from him, and he didn't even dare to think of anger.

"Sonorous and sonorous!" The cold sound of the piano sounded at the right time, which was the most suitable for Wendou to break the array!

"Since Zhuang Shoujie is so polite, then I will not be humble! You and I each answer each other with three questions, and if you can't answer one question, you will lose!" Wen Ren Qingyue said.

"Shameless! Since it's a gambling fight, it should be one person and one question!" Fang Luo said angrily.

"I have already given Fang Shoujie a chance, but he gave up! Since this is the case, it is natural to follow the rules I specified!" Wen Ren Qingyue said with a smile. He didn't care about Fang Luo's scolding at all.

For the Zongheng family, only the result is concerned, and it doesn't matter how the process is! No matter how despicable and shameless it is, it is just that his original intention is for the sake of the human race, and it will not affect the holy path in the future.

"Okay, let's get started!" Zhuang Yichen talked about his fingers with some impatience, as if he was driving away a buzzing fly.

Hearing this, Qingyue's face changed, and Zhuang Yichen made it clear that he didn't put him in his eyes, but it could also be a strategy, wanting to arouse his anger and lose his normal heart.