Seeing that the talisman thrown by the golden treasure shone brightly, it turned into a sharp sword light and stabbed straight at the defenseless Yang Xiu, if there was no one to help, he would definitely be dead on the spot.

The sword idiot was shocked and wanted to come to the rescue, but someone was one step faster than him.

"Stop!" I heard a loud shout: "Zi said: People have no faith, and they don't know what they can do." The big car has no car, the small car has no car, how can it work?! ”

Immediately, under the dazzling light, the sword light of the talisman was still frozen in mid-air, and Yang Xiu was able to dodge it in embarrassment, and staggered to the ground, just like he had been caught in the water just now, in a cold sweat.

Immediately, I saw an old man with white hair and wearing a Confucian shirt with two young people, a man and a woman, floating up, and with a wave of his hand, he knocked the talisman to the ground.

"Ahh My talisman! Jin Bao immediately pointed at the old man in distress and scolded: "Where did the old miscellaneous hair come from, dare to damage the treasure of this young master!" Do you know that this talisman was refined by my ancestor himself! ”

The old man in the Confucian shirt raised his eyebrows and shouted: "You kid has no faith in his words, and his demeanor is formless, it is really rotten wood that cannot be carved, and the wall of dung cannot be encircled." ”

This clear drink was like a loud bang from Huang Zhong Da Lu, which shook Jin Bao's heart and immediately made him fall straight down with a dull gaze.

"Ah, young master!" A group of dogs hurriedly rushed up and touched and pinched, but they never woke up the squirrel.

"Who are you? How dare you kill my young master! "A bunch of dog-legged people are all crazy, and they have sacrificed their blades to fight the old man desperately.

The old man in the Confucian shirt said with a disgusted face: "The old man just stunned this kid, and he won't wake up after a while." After speaking, he ignored these people, and went straight to the gate of the Blood Drinking True Monarch's Mansion, and said slightly: "Old man Shui Jing, I specially brought two bad men to visit the Blood Drinking Daoist. ”

Yang Xiu was immediately startled, and hurriedly stepped forward to salute, "But Mr. Shuijing of Bailu Academy? The junior Yang Xiu has seen Mr. ”

Shuijing Ancestor glanced at Yang Xiu, and when he saw that he had an elegant face and a righteous face, he felt good and said, "Are you Yang Xiu's little friend of Qingmu City?" Hehe, the bad guy has mentioned a lot of Xiaoyou's care along the way. ”

At this time, a man and a woman who came with the Water Mirror Ancestor also came over to greet them, it was Yue Xi and Lin Yue.

"Yang Daoyou, don't come unharmed." Yue Xi smiled and said, "I've just been away for half a day, why is there trouble coming to the door?" ”

Yang Xiu's embarrassment just now was looked at by the two of them, and he said with a little embarrassment: "This is not the place to talk, please ask the three of you to go to the mansion to talk about it." ”

"Isn't the Blood Drinker in the Mansion?" Water Mirror Ancestor asked.

Yang Xiu shook his head and replied as a leader: "Lord Zhenjun has entered the palace and has not returned yet. ”

"No wonder." Yue Xi shook his head and said disdainfully: "If the blood drinking seniors are in the mansion, how can they be bullied by a group of clowns who jump off the beam." ”

Seeing that Yang Xiu's face was embarrassed, Shui Jing Ancestor immediately said angrily to his disciple: "Zile, how long have you been out now, and you have forgotten all the teachings of the sage?" ”

"It's a disciple who is lying in vain." Yue Xi hurriedly bowed his head and admitted his mistake, obviously afraid of him, the master.

While speaking, the four of them came to the living room, Yang Xiu first invited the three of them to sit down and ordered the old servant to serve tea, but they didn't see Miss Zhao and Sledgehammer Daoyou, guessing that the two of them had a slight dislike for Yue Xi, so they should have avoided it, so they didn't mention the two.

But Yang Xiu didn't mention it, but Lin Yue took the initiative to mention it with a smile: "Yang Daoyou, what about that talented and beautiful Zhao girl?" Why don't you see anyone? The master made a special trip to visit Miss Zhao after hearing about Miss Zhao's masterpiece. ”

Yue Xi also immediately came to his senses, and said with a smile: "Speaking of which, the unparalleled poetic Wang Da Hammer Daoist is still in the house, right?" Sledgehammer Daoyou's "Yongxue" is a little brother I deeply admire. ”

I have to say that Confucianism is good at everything, but the sourness of the small belly chicken intestines is really speechless. It's just that Murong Feng still slapped others in the face on the poetry that Confucianism is best at, and now this kid naturally has to get back face when he gets the opportunity.

Shuijing Ancestor frowned slightly, always feeling that there was something wrong with his two disciples, especially when he had encouraged him to come to visit the Blood Drinking True Monarch before, saying that he had to personally thank others for taking care of him along the way, but now it seems that it is not the case.

However, the majestic "Tianhe Fu" is really amazing, but the old master said that he didn't believe that it would be written by a cardamom girl. So he pretended that he couldn't stand the constant instigation of the two disciples, and ran cheekily to confirm. But he didn't expect to meet a group of villains and bully the master as soon as he arrived at the door, and the old master, who was a great Confucian, naturally couldn't sit idly by, so he punished the villain and drove away the gang.

But the Water Mirror Ancestor probably never dreamed that he would be swept into a larger whirlpool by applying a slight punishment casually, and the sword idiot hiding in the door would definitely slip faster than a rabbit when he saw this. Anyway, the black cauldron he provoked was completely out of his control.

And the main owner ran away, and Murong Feng naturally slipped away, so she wouldn't be stupid enough to stay in place and be entangled by a great Confucian to test what poetry and songs. Because she knows very well how much ink she has in her stomach, if she really thinks that she can fool a big Confucian with unseemly means, she is really looking for a slap in the face.

"This ......" Yang Xiu looked embarrassed, just at this time the old servant came to serve tea and pour water, so he instructed the old servant to invite Murong Feng and the sword idiot to invite him, but the old servant was embarrassed: "Young Master Biao and Miss Zhao just left from the back door, saying that he was going to the West Market to shop and buy a mount to travel." ”

"Ha, what a coincidence these two left!" Yue Xi immediately sneered, and was about to take the opportunity to sneer a few words, but found that the Water Mirror Ancestor was staring at him like water, so frightened that he didn't dare to say anything more.

Lin Yue relied on her relationship with the Ancestor of Shuijing, so she seemed to mumble in a low voice: "That song "Yongxue" is really difficult to get into the elegant hall, why do you want to kill others, senior brother." ”

These words seem to be to relieve the siege of the two, but in fact, the intentions are even more vicious, and they are clearly adding fuel to the fire.

Yue Xi and Lin Yue have the same heart, how can they not see that the junior sister is giving assists, and immediately came to the strength but pretended to be deep and said: "Senior sister, what you said is not right, that song "Yongxue" is indeed a rare masterpiece in a hundred years, at least for my brother, I can't make such a masterpiece." ”

"Senior brother, you are only eight years old, so why bother to be self-indulgent." Lin Yue said with a look of grievance.

The two of them sang and pointed all the fingers at the sword idiot's "Yongxue", but they never mentioned Murong Feng's "Tianhe Fu", obviously the two also understood that the song "Tianhe Fu" was not something they could shake at all, or that the two of them had no qualifications to judge at all.

The Water Mirror Ancestor stared at his two disciples with a strange expression, even if he didn't know the cause and effect, he could guess that these two little guys were not well-intentioned, and they obviously wanted to use his old master as a gunman.

However, Confucianism has always been calculating, but it always likes to seize the moral high ground and criticize others. There are even times when the means are more unscrupulous than the evil ways of the Demon Gate in order to achieve the goal, how can the old ancestor of the Water Mirror not see through the careful thinking of the two, but in the face of this situation, instead of reprimanding the two, he was relieved in his heart. It's not that this Confucian has a bad outlook, but because he knows the cruelty of this world better than these two little guys, if he doesn't even have this scheming, then don't go out to wander in the future, or stay in the academy obediently for the rest of his life, and help others make some money when he goes out and is sold by others.

"Zile, Qingya, there is no distinction between superior and inferior poetry, only care about an artistic conception that is appropriate and appropriate, have you even forgotten this common sense?" The Water Mirror Ancestor pretended to be displeased and asked.

Yue Xi hurriedly lowered his head, but glanced at Lin Yue. Lin Yue pouted knowingly: "Master, I disagree with my senior brother, why don't you please taste this song "Yongxue"." ”

Yang Xiu, who was sitting opposite, was already as black as the bottom of a pot, and he was not stupid, how could he not see that these three sour Confucians were clearly here to find fault, but when people opened and closed their mouths, they were all talking about poetry and songs, and he couldn't insert it into his mouth at all.

Shuijing Ancestor stroked his beard and said: "It's okay, Qingya, you can recite this "Yongxue" and let the teacher evaluate it." "As a great Confucian, he is naturally qualified to comment on anyone's poems, even the poem "Tianhe Fu". It's just that the main owner was not present, and he didn't want to talk about the strengths and weaknesses of others behind his back. But the unheard of "Yongxue" was not taken into the eyes of the old man at all.

"Master, listen up." Lin Yue coughed lightly, and pretended to be serious: "Heaven and earth are general, and there are black holes in the well; The black dog is white, and the white dog is swollen. After chanting this popular poem, she couldn't help laughing, and then asked with a smile: "Master, what do you think of this "Yongxue"? Master, Master? ”

Yue Xi, Lin Yue, and Yang Xiu, who were present, all found that the Water Mirror Ancestor actually had a stunned expression after listening to this "Yongxue", and then muttered: "This poem...... When it can be praised all over the world, the name will be remembered through the ages! ”

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"It seems that it would be better to be a copyist less in the future." Murong Feng shook his head and sighed, the sword idiot on the side rolled his eyes, and said angrily: "You can copy the poems of celebrities, why do you drag me into the water?" ”

"It's called sharing hardships and blessings, you know? Maybe it won't be long before there will be one more great poet named Wang Da Hammer on this Tianyuan Continent! Murong Feng snorted and turned out of a secluded alley to the crowded Xishi Street.

The first feeling of this West Market is that you have come to a ...... full of demons and monsters Alien Farmers Market.

Although the style of painting is a bit inconsistent, the liveliness of the West Market is better than that of the East Market. In fact, if you think about it, you can understand that after all, the audience groups of the two markets are different, one is to take the high-end luxury route, and the other is to take the cheap civilian route, and the natural flow of people will be different, after all, no matter in that world, local tyrants will always be a scarce variety, and ordinary civilians are the mainstream consumer group.

"I said, don't you really plan to buy a demon beast as a mount when you go to the West Market?" The sword idiot looked around in a daze, feeling that he couldn't see it anymore. In addition to the livestock market enclosed by animal and animal fences, there are the most stalls and vendors of all kinds in this western market, especially those who are covered with all kinds of strange knick-knacks, and there are simply as many foot traders as they go, selling goods hanging on their bodies to passers-by as they walk. If you dare to stop where you are for a moment, you will be surrounded by these foot merchants in less than a minute.

In addition, there are flirtatious performers, street jugglers, burden-carrying merchants, candy and snack vendors, and the interweaving of various animal roars and hawker cries is enough to make the ears of a newcomer buzz.

"Can't you?" Murong Feng snorted, "Anyway, it's not for you to spend money on this stingy ghost." ”

The sword idiot grinned, wisely didn't continue to fight with this girl, and couldn't talk about her anyway.

Suddenly, Murong Feng's footsteps must have stopped in front of a ready-to-wear store, and then he turned around and walked in.

The sword idiot snorted in his heart, after all, she is still a girl, she can't move her feet when she sees beautiful clothes and jewelry, and a woman's nature is regardless of age.

The sword idiot followed into this ready-to-wear store only to find that Murong Feng did not choose those dresses that looked gorgeous, but casually asked the price of some fabrics, and then sold ten sewing boxes and came out.

"What do you buy multi-sewing kits for? Ready to embroider? The sword idiot wondered, he really couldn't imagine what this girl would look like when she embroidered.

Murong Feng glanced at the sword idiot, hid the ten sewing boxes under the cloak by himself, and then said, "I just asked the cloth shop owner about it, and now the cheapest white silk cloth is three cents for silver. ”

"What's the matter? You don't really want to make money as a tailor, do you? The sword idiot joked.

Murong Feng rolled his eyes, feeling that he couldn't talk to this thing.

"Do you remember the melon farmer we met outside Qingmu City?" Murong Feng asked.

The sword idiot immediately put away his joking expression and said seriously: "What? Is there anything wrong with this? ”

Murong Feng looked at the bustling West Market and asked, "Do you think it's prosperous here?" ”

"You're not talking nonsense, aren't you?" The sword idiot said speechlessly: "This is the capital of the Divine Sword Gate, which is not prosperous, where else is it more prosperous than here?" ”

Murong Feng sighed and said, "Then take a good look with your eyes, how many people are wearing silk cloth and cotton clothes on this street?" ”

The sword idiot immediately took a look, and then noticed that the people on the street, except for a few wealthy merchants wearing silk and satin, were almost all gray coarse linen clothes, and some people didn't even have a pair of decent boots, except for barefoot straw sandals, so that you could see vendors selling straw shoes after walking a few steps.

"Three coins of silver can buy a white silk cloth." Murong Feng sighed: "But how many people can afford to dress on this street? ”

The sword idiot was speechless for a while, and silently followed Murong Feng through the streets, but he completely lost his previous relaxed mood.