Zeng Shiquan was not annoyed at all: "Hahaha, you don't know this, this official road is straight, but the people on the road are used to walking around the bend, others are going around the bend, you go straight, don't you want to make people confused, our family is also a problem left when we were working in the factory in the early years, ouch, it's not easy to change,"

Chang Sihao said in his heart: "I said that it was a problem in my mouth, but I was so proud on my face, obviously I was changing the law to praise my good understanding, and I played the trick of officialdom at the bottom, but unfortunately this trick is rare except for the Li Tongzhi you brought, who else will be rare,"

At this time, there were turtle slaves who went around the table and collected the lyrics written by everyone, and when they saw that no one wrote at this table, they went around.

Li Yichen smiled at the purple-clothed man: "I have always heard that Juhao Pavilion is full of heroes, talents, three monarchs and four emperors, and eight great people, all of whom are great characters, and now that the believers and the kings have arrived, since your Excellency is with them, it must be surnamed Shen,"

Juhao Pavilion is far away in the south of the Yangtze River, although the Hundred Swords Alliance has written letters with them, but there is no opportunity for the high-level to meet, Gao Yang and Shao Fang also judged, only Chang Sihao knew that this person was definitely not Shen Lu,

Sure enough, the man in purple smiled slightly: "Fei Ye, the eldest grandson of the next surname,"

Although his words were understated, as soon as the words of the eldest grandson came out, the air on the table suddenly froze,

Needless to say, Shao Fang's heart was agitated, even if he was a swordsman, he couldn't suppress his heart, and the sleeves of his robe trembled slightly,

,,The eldest grandson surnamed in the Juhao Pavilion will naturally not be someone else, only the so-called invincible pavilion master eldest grandson smiled late,

Juhao Pavilion is now the most powerful in the rivers and lakes, the eldest grandson Xiaochi is tall and heavy, how can he move lightly, but now he is far away from Jiangnan, regardless of the jealousy of the court and the prestige of the Hundred Swords League, it is really incredible,

There was silence on the table for a while, and the sound of Shui Yanxiang flipping through the pages of the manuscript in the distance became extremely loud in his ears, [Xianmo: This side is playing, that side is playing, and Fang is not snubbed]

Zeng Shiquan smiled first, leaned back, and looked at Gao Yang: "It seems that we will be busy at the end of this year, but it's not just our family,"

Chang Sihao scolded secretly, obviously this old boy is bad and wilted, and wants to push the people of the Hundred Swords League forward,

I saw Gao Yang arch his hand in an extremely formal manner, and his voice was solemn: "It turned out to be the Lord of the Eldest Sun Pavilion, disrespectful,"

The eldest grandson smiled and returned the salute lately: "Brother Gonglie doesn't have to be polite,"

Zeng Shiquan said: "The eldest grandson pavilion master is high in the world, known as invincible, our family has also admired it for a long time, legend has it that now the various sects and factions on the rivers and lakes are fighting fiercely, it can be regarded as magnificent, colorful, compared to the little fight in our officialdom, but it is much more lively, I didn't expect the pavilion master to come out lightly, go straight to the Beijing Division, just this courage is admirable," [Xian Mo: The sentences are hooked and thorny, but they are villains]

The eldest grandson smiled and said: " Oh, Zeng Zhangye said and laughed, I have learned some rough kung fu in the down, I can only defend myself, and I am embarrassed to laugh in front of the acquaintance, someone calls me invincible, in fact, it does not mean how high the martial arts are, but that I don't want to make enemies with others, and anyone can make friends, more and more friends, naturally there is no enemy, as for the fight, the market children for a cake and there will be a quarrel, not to say that it is an adult, in fact, in the final analysis, we businessmen, along the Yangtze River to do some luck trading, and friends on the rivers and lakes to contact more, but the fact, the business is bigger, the travel is naturally wide, more friends are more wealthy, who can not get along with money,"[Xianmo: barge the big and let go of the small]

Jiang Wan said with a smile: "The people of Daming come to the capital to visit, usually tight, but there is no need for any guts, Zeng Zhangye's straight two words, I am afraid that there is a suspicion of misuse [Xian Mo: make up for the leak, here is not the same as treating Xu Sangongzi, this is Allah, so it is necessary to protect every sentence and keep the word down], which makes it easy for people to misunderstand when they hear it," As he spoke, he glanced at him, Gao Yang also looked at him, his eyes were paired, and a smile appeared on his face, it seemed that this person was smiling on the surface, but when it was his turn to do serious things, he didn't let a word, and he didn't leak a drop of water, and sure enough, there were some doorways,

Zeng Shiquan smiled: "Yes, alas, there is no way, the family is poor when I was young, I haven't read a book for a few days, and it is common to make mistakes, I usually write a document in the factory, that is, I use two words, one catches, one kills, and I often confuse it [Xianmo: How can there be a life if you make a mistake, you really regard human life as a child's joke], haha, see a smile and laugh,"

Gao Yang picked up the cup and held his hands in front of his chest: "Originally, we came to Yanxiang Pavilion, it was a guest and not the host, it seems that we have to turn around and salute the three distant guests for a cup, since the eldest grandson pavilion master loves to make friends, you have to invite me to sit in the league, the pavilion lord is famous, and the sword family of my alliance has been longing for a long time, everyone should really get together, drink and talk, and have a good chat,"

The eldest grandson Xiaochi also picked up the cup and said: "The lord of Zheng Meng has sent letters to me many times, the words are generous, the words are sincere, and he has the heart of a countryman, and he is also very respectful in the bottom. Brother Chang, the matter of Qinfu, Boshan went back and told me, and later the matter of Datong, I also know, you gave up your business and abandoned your family, bravely went to the country, so that I admired it deeply, and hated the villain for succeeding in his treachery, resulting in the death of Haojie, and the hero's blood, but now, it is useless to sigh, and I hope that we can join hands with each other to look forward, if my brother is willing to make me a friend, please take the wine, and accompany me to drink this glass,"

Chang Sihao saw that there was a flow of brilliance in his eyes, and he said it very sincerely, and outside the words, he vaguely concealed his willingness to join hands with fellow people in the rivers and lakes to sweep away the hidden meaning of the East Factory, and thought: "It is rumored that Juhao Pavilion is expanding strongly, which makes people feel extremely vicious, but whether it is Shen Lu, or Zhu Qing, Jiang Wan, all have their own amorous, not as rough and bad as imagined, this eldest grandson pavilion master also feels more kind, not like the bad guys, Zheng Mengzhu said that they want to go north, and the Qin family is also worried that they will invade the west, will it be because others have grown too fast, and they have made themselves uneasy and fearful, thus overexaggerating the threat, [Xianmo: At the end of "Hao Ju Jiangnan", Gao Lao quoted a small common saying, which can be compared with this, and the double pen of internal and foreign affairs is the embodiment of Hui Hu in grammar,] "I thought again:" In any case, it is a fact that Juhao Pavilion invaded the west, whether it was a conspiracy in Dongchang, or whether the eldest grandson Xiaochi took the opportunity to make trouble, in short, it was impossible to reconcile with them in Juexiang, but since he was so polite at the wine table today, he had to give each other a face,"

Thinking of this, he stood up, raised his glass and said: "Lord Changsun Pavilion, I don't understand the affairs of the rivers and lakes, national affairs, I know even more limited, where Chang Sihao goes, say his own words, do his own things, everything but with conscience, I came here today to drink, you respect me, I follow this glass of wine,"

Eldest Sun Xiaochi heard the meaning of his words, and laughed: "Brother Chang is really real, okay, let's just have this drink, you remember, it is not the Juhao Pavilion Master who is drinking with you now, but the eldest grandson Xiaochi,"

Chang Sihao nodded: "Please," raised his head and drank it all, Gao Yang and several people also did it, Chang Sihao sat back on the chair, at this time there was an uproar in the hall, it turned out that Shui Yanxiang had read all the scripts, and there seemed to be nothing to do, which caused everyone to talk about [Xianmo: This side of the play is resting, the play over there is dressed up again, after the commentary, the double reed is also played, it is very lively, laugh], check the chicken rack and stepped forward, and said in a low voice: "Girl, there is no first in the text, there is no second in the martial arts, you can pick one or two slightly better ones to sing, so as not to make everyone's faces look bad,"

Shui Yanxiang frowned and said: "There are many words and sentences in these words that are written brilliantly and magnificently, but they are too empty and have no true meaning, just like each word is a jade brick with carved scenes, but they are piled together to form a pigsty, isn't it smelly, [Xianmo: Scolding all the sour texts and fake vinegar to find chapters and excerpts to plagiarize the predecessors and the literary thieves,] [Xianmo Second Comment: A metaphor for the beauty of things, and many words are "poetic and picturesque" Before the poem is painted, it can be seen that the visible painting is not as beautiful as the imaginable beauty in the poem, but there is a group of people who make bad poems to spoil the poem, and they are not worthy of being a literary thief, and they are really harmful literary thieves] There are also some people who pick out cold ancient words to make up poems to drop the book bag and show their knowledge, so they will wait for it, and there is no need to mention it. Xianmo: The water girl said that there is no need to mention, it should be mentioned, in today's martial arts, there are many such people, especially in the new martial arts that have been chaotic in recent years.

Cha Ji Jia was swept away by the wine in her mouth, and when she heard the discussion behind her, she said with a bitter face: "The girl whispered, what everyone wrote in a hurry is inevitably of limited level, and it is also reasonable, [Xianmo: The person who writes stinky poems is dedicated to showing his shame to others, why should Cha Gong cover it,]"

Shui Yanxiang's eyes did not leave the script, he ignored him, flipped through a few articles back and forth, and said with a smile: "It's not a level question, it's just stinky, it's just that this full house of men, there is no one with a little husband in the words, I really don't know what to say," [Xianmo: Wonderful, scolded to the end, a sentence is not a man, worth a thousand words, clean and neat,] [Xian Mo 2: Here and Hou Wen Muxi Xiaozhu look at the matter, and suddenly Xiaoxiang's mind is clear, in fact, what is wrong with her, there is really nothing wrong at all,]

Chang Sihao's table is all masters in the world, although the voice in the hall is chaotic [Xianmo: I can know that the hall is full of cheap guests are making emotions, laughing], Shui Yanxiang's words can still be heard clearly, Zeng Shiquan smiled, and said: "Alas, our family hasn't read for a few days, and I can't write it if I want to. Jiang Wan and the two gentlemen are the same, they must both have studied well, why don't you write a girl who has a good hand in the water to take a look, lest you and I will all be laughed at by a woman,"

The eldest grandson smiled and said: "The water girl is gifted and qualified, and the poems and words written are impassioned [Xianmo: There is a mouth blessed living on the white wall as evidence], or Qingli Duanwan [Xianmo: Lonely and difficult to wake up is not clear enough to wake up, fortunately, there is still a later text], each with its own weather [Xianmo: Indeed], all of them are extraordinary [Xianmo: Oh, the pavilion master will also hold stinky feet, it can be seen that foot fetish has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, the water face is fragrant and the beauty is fragrant, and the feet have been washed with wine, but there is no bad smell, and the praise is barely considered to be lavender,] , in the next crude and talented, the strength is not enough, indulge in the hard work to get an article, how can it enter her eyes, [Xianmo: Sassy people are not afraid, just afraid of sullenness, the pavilion master, please,]"

Zeng Shiquan smiled and said: "The lord of the Eldest Sun Pavilion is too humble, come here, take pen and ink," his voice was very high, attracting many people in the hall to look sideways,

A turtle slave heard the sound of the tray coming, and at the suggestion of Zeng Shiquan, he moved the dishes and spread the paper in front of the eldest grandson Xiaochi, Zeng Shiquan smiled, looked at each other leisurely, and said: "You're welcome, please,"

Zhu Qing and Jiang Wan frowned slightly when they looked at each other, and the atmosphere was tense.

Chang Sihao understands that this is Zeng Shiquan's deliberate provocation, now Shui Yanxiang is drunk and confused, if the words written by the lord of the eldest grandson pavilion can't be liked by her, it will naturally be a shameful laugh, if she is fancied, she is just a Qinglou woman, her appreciation is limited, what brilliance can be said to be spread out, more importantly, now the words are frozen here, if you don't write, it will seem that there is no ink in the belly of the lord of this huge Juhao Pavilion, and he is timid and courageless, and he writes, it seems that Zeng Shiquan wants him to do something, he has to do it, and he teaches Dongchang to press a head, [ Xianmo: It can be known that writing songs is not an idle pen of wind and snow, and it is still sharp everywhere]

I saw the eldest grandson smile faintly, and said: "Okay, in fact, whether to write or not, to write well and poorly, are all lost, in this case, why not scribble and teach everyone to be happy," [Xianmo: A smart person, only not to fight with people, everywhere on fire, how can he be "invincible", how can he become a pavilion master,] said and picked up the pen, thought about it a little, the cone fell straight down, the strength was as fast as flying, the ink line on the paper suddenly hooked out, meandering vertically and horizontally, through one breath, smooth as mercury pouring down,

Chang Sihao sat opposite and looked at his posture of moving the pen, and suddenly felt that the heat between the ribs was surging, and the internal force was surging, as if the whole body was diffused like fog, melting in all directions, and the world in his eyes was only the momentum of the pen psychic.

This momentum has an astonishing grace and strength, like a horse galloping through the wilderness, and the ink is only the dust and smoke behind it,

The horse galloped more and more urgently, and suddenly "swished", and rose into the air, and disappeared.

Chang Sihao then woke up, his body suddenly became sluggish, and he looked at it calmly, the eldest grandson Xiaochi had already put the pen on the plate, and his two fingers lightly clamped the corner, throwing the paper on his shoulder.

The turtle slave took it with both hands, walked quickly to the edge of the stage, leaned forward, and raised his head high,

Shui Yanxiang bent down and gently took it in her hand, glanced at the eldest grandson Xiaochi, and when she sat up straight, she looked at the paper,

The eyes of the others were also focused, and their faces were full of jealousy, anticipation, and anxiety.

Only Chang Sihao was stunned and recalled the situation just now, and felt an indescribable weirdness and freshness all over his body, his eyes fixed on the eldest grandson Xiaochi, and he said in his heart: "Could it be that he knows what evil arts," [Xian Mo: Non-evil arts, many people watch TV like this, and others can't hear it,]