i have a sword fairy

Chapter 370

In addition to the "seven breaths into doggerel" someone is waiting leisurely.

The other students, including Gu Yiwu, were composing poems or writing lyrics step by step.

After the three sticks of incense were burned and the sound of the piano stopped, they put down their pens one after another.

At this time, two visions appeared one after another in the hall on the first floor.

Gu Yiwu, who was next to Zhao Rong, suddenly stopped, strode to the table, and with a swipe of a pen, filled in the last line of the poem, which is blessed to the soul.

In an instant, a bright moon and silver glow like the shadow of a sword, light and sword bloomed from the wet paper.

At this moment, on the corner table where Zhao Rong and the others were sitting, it was as if a bright moon was protruding from the paper, which immediately attracted the attention of many guests in the hall.

Even the pretty maid on the stage and the stunning girl sitting behind the piano stage couldn't help but stare sideways.

at the same time.

At a table near the center stage of the lobby on the first floor.

The thin, pale and powdered nobleman in powder clothes took advantage of the noise of the crowd, quickly covered the poem written by a blind chicken on the table with his big sleeve, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the sleeve.

Instead, a piece of tightly folded flower curtain paper was taken out from the other sleeve, neat and white.

The noble young master in pink smiled triumphantly, and spread out the folded flower curtain paper.

In the next second, another round of 'bright moon' rose on a nearby table under the stage.

It's just that this round of bright moon, the brilliance is quiet and soft, and at the same time, there are also the sounds of wind, flowers, snow and moon.

Suddenly, the two bright moons that appeared on the first floor divided everyone's attention.

"Quick, look at Yuehua!"

"Hiss, it's an entry-level poem! An entry-level poem!"

"Doing things on the spot, you can actually write high-quality poems. What kind of gods and figures are these, Confucian scholars from the two academies?"

The guests in the hall stared in amazement.

It was only accompanied by sighs and regrets.

Some guests sighed deeply, some even left the table directly, even if most of them stayed, they still showed envy or jealousy.

Although Confucian and Taoist poetry is popular on the mountain, the arty monks on the mountain can also write poems and lyrics, and those who can visit brothels, probably have a bit of literary talent, but after all, they are not as good as Confucian scholars.

And even for Confucian scholars, it is even more difficult to write high-quality poems. Those who have this kind of ability have long been included in the two academies. How can there be such a fairy who is not small but not big in Xingzi Town home market.

Duyou City in the north or Huoguo in the south may be farther away, after all, it is close to the two academies.

So at the moment, I thought that everyone was in the same boat, bronze to bronze.

It turned out that two kings suddenly appeared among the group of bronzes.

The entry poems are all finished, how can I play this?
There is a world of difference between good poems and non-good poems. Even if you go to the tower to taste poems, it is a rare existence in Zuixianlou.

At this time, Gu Yiwu, who was one of the focal points of the audience, had a flash of joy on his face, but soon returned to normal, and calmly put down his pen.

The students of Zhengyi Hall who didn't make any good poems, smiled and shook their heads regretfully, and congratulated one after another.

"The head of the moon pool is full of white dew, and the water and the sky reflect each other... What a poem! Brother Gu is amazing. In the time of three sticks of incense, he made a poem about climbing a building."

"Brother Gu is the number one in our justice hall, and my younger brother seems to be no worse than the Korean language of that nonsense and poetic Xiudao hall. Haha, we are going to our academy's Mid-Autumn Festival soon. I heard that the academy will hold a grand... "

"That's right, Brother Ziming is right. That guy Han Wenfu is a badass all day long, you can tell from his taste, and he often pesters Yu Huaijin."

Gu Yiwu frowned and waved his hands, "Zibu talks about people's good and evil behind their backs, please calm down. Also, I think Yu Huaijin is pretty good. Brother Han is not blind."

He turned his head and smiled, "Ziyu, are you right?"

Hearing the name of a certain old-fashioned woman, Zhao Rong smiled and did not speak.

"Boss, aren't you the same as Han Wenfu?" A student laughed.

"Crap." Gu Yiwu cursed with a smile and shook his head.

Instead of paying attention to the crowd, he picked up the entry poem that was shining like a sword, and sighed softly.

"Oh, it's a pity that it's just a climbing product. This poem of the bright moon has been written by the predecessors a long time ago. It is really difficult to come up with a good poem. It's like climbing a mountain. Almost every road has been stepped on by the predecessors, leaving us with no new roads. You can go."

The burly man's tone was a little regretful.

Zhao Rong flicked his doggerel with his fingers, and smiled without saying a word.

"Brother Gu, it's meaningless for you to say that. You are the only one who made the high-quality poems. Mr. Zhao Xiao hasn't written them yet. What else do you want? Luohuapin?"

The students couldn't laugh or cry, and protested.

Zhao Rong also put on a stern face, and joked: "That's right, what is Brother Yiwu going to do with us ordinary people?"

Gu Yiwu bowed his hands modestly, but being teased by his friends and classmates, the smile on his face that he was trying to suppress was still a little uncontrollable.

Especially from the corner of his eye, he keenly caught the girl with the sleeves who had been kneeling quietly on the stage staring at them for a while.

Gu Yiwu's face was full of joy.

San Zhuxiang's poems on climbing a building, among the Mochi students in Linlu Academy, belong to the top level. Of course, this is also Gu Yiwu's extraordinary performance after the inspiration came.

However, he was also a little puzzled as to why brother Ziyu didn't write a good poem. Gu Yiwu usually felt that brother Ziyu was quite proficient in the rhythm of poetry, and thought he was hiding something.

Maybe Ziyu was too lazy, the burly man secretly thought.

Zhao Rong looked around, "Have everyone finished writing?"

Gu Yiwu and others nodded one after another.

"Then let's hand it in."

Not far away, the maids in Qingshang who had left before re-entered the hall one after another, collecting poems respectfully among the seats in the hall one by one, but this time there was no such clever maid who lacked front teeth among them.

Gu Yiwu waved at them.

Several maids in green clothes came to the table of Zhao Rong and others, sorted out the poems, put them in brand new envelopes, and registered their names on the envelopes.

Especially Gu Yiwu's entry poem, and the envelope that contained it, the maid in Qingshang carefully held it with both hands, neither grabbing nor pinching, for fear of falling on the ground, and even if she sold herself, she would not be able to pay for it.

Gu Yiwu glanced at the poems that Zhao Rongping had handed in.

"Ziyu, your poem..."

Zhao Rong smiled, turned his head, and whispered three words, "Tu Yile."

Gu Yiwu laughed, "You can't say that, Ziyu has found a new way, trying to make a beautiful woman smile, it's not considered a feasible way."

Other students who also paid attention to Zhao Rong's poems followed suit.

"Mr. Zhao's statement that seven breaths make a poem is really interesting."

"Hey, it seems that Mr. Zhao's doggerel is just like ours. It's all about fun. It really impresses the beautiful woman. I have to take care of elder brother."

Gu Yiwu hurriedly bowed his hand, "I said, can you be less flattering? You are the only ones booing, imitating Ziyu's calmness."

As the words fell, he ignored the students in his own school, but turned his head and bowed his hands politely to the surrounding guests who were attracted by the poems.

But immediately, Gu Yiwu's gaze hit the person who 'made' another entry poem in the hall.

The noble man in pink looked at Gu Yiwu, Zhao Rong and the others with evil eyes, especially after meeting the eyes of the former, he sneered, closed the folding fan in his hand, pointed at the stunning girl on the stage with the tip of the fan, and pointed at pointed to himself.

Gu Yiwu restrained his smile and looked at him coldly.

The noble young master in pink turned his head and seemed to say a few words to a valiant follower behind him, and the follower withdrew.

Soon, the entourage brought a maidservant in green clothes into the hall, and the latter came to the table of Zhao Rong and the others with a bottle of fine wine, and bowed to offer it.

Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu looked at each other.

"Hey, toast and fine wine." A student next to him sneered.

Zhao Rong turned his head, glanced at the bottle of luxury wine that cost a lot of money, and chuckled, "Who is this man."

He reached out to take the bottle of wine, put it aside without moving, and didn't bother the maid in Qingshang who delivered the wine.

The latter bowed as if he had been pardoned and withdrew.

"In the surrounding counties including this Nanxing County, there are two largest fairy houses on the mountain, one is Nanchen Hall, and the other is Ziwei Pavilion." Gu Yiwu curled his lips, "We have stayed in the Drunken Immortal Tower for a few days for this wine bag and rice bag. Today, I have seen him many times, he is the son of the owner of Ziwei Pavilion, his name is Chen Wuer, nicknamed Mr. Shenxu."

"Master with kidney deficiency?"

Zhao Rong had a strange expression on his face, and couldn't help but glance sideways at the noble man in pink not far away.

Seeing that Zhao Rong took the penalty wine, Mr. Shenxu was triumphantly laughing with the surrounding dog legs, and at the same time, he thought he was chic and unrestrainedly unfolded his folding fan.

I saw the four big characters 'Mr. Shenxu' written on the surface of the folding fan.

Zhao Rong could even imagine their insolent laughter.

"Well, I can see it. But." He sighed lightly, turned his head to Gu Yiwu and said seriously: "May I ask why you are proud of kidney deficiency?"

Gu Yiwu shook his head, "That's true. His mind is a bit funny."

The two looked at each other and nodded.

Afterwards, they all chose to ignore this 'kidney deficiency son'.

Afraid of infection.

Seeing that they ignored him, the latter's expression changed, and he gave Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu a hard look, with an arrogant expression of not running away after school.

……

In the center of the hall on the first floor of Zuixian Tower, on the stage where everyone is watching.

The pretty maid organized the envelopes containing the poems and registered names, and divided them into two stacks, one thick and the other thin.

The previous pianos had been put away, and the thick stack was placed on the left side of the empty piano stand of the stunning girl, and the thin stack with only two envelopes was placed on the right side.

Luo Xiuxiu's complexion was covered with white tulle, and she glanced at the audience, then lowered her head, and began to open the envelopes one by one with her soft hands, and began to review them.

Everyone under the stage speculated, but although most people had some expectations for the unknown on their faces, they actually already had the answer in their hearts.

The eyes of the guests fell on the two people below the stage from time to time.

One is a burly Confucian scholar with a calm face

One was a man in pink with a pale face.

They are the masters of the two entry poems placed separately on the stage.

Young Master Shenxu looked at Gu Yiwu provocatively from time to time, but the latter didn't look at him, but Young Master Shenxu became more energetic, pointing at his followers, laughing wildly with his hands on his hips from time to time.

As long as the guests were not fools, they could all see the conflict between the two parties, so they waited with great interest for the excitement.

There are also quite a few people who show disgust in the eyes of Mr. Shenxu and others.

"It's really noisy." Zhao Qian'er frowned.

Gu Yiwu and the others also shook their heads slightly.

Only Zhao Rong was smiling, tapping his fingers on his thigh.

In the next second, Zhao Rong turned his head tacitly, and looked at Gu Yiwu who also turned his head.

The latter murmured, "This Ziwei Pavilion is placed in our Duyou City. It is not considered a big sect. The strongest monks should not have reached the golden core, and they are not considered to be of medium power. However, here in Dali it is considered It's a big force."

"Tell me carefully."

"The monks in the Ziwei Pavilion, although their cultivation level is not obvious, they have a good reputation in Dali, because they are good at the way of astrology and the way of divination."

It can be found that Gu Yiwu has indeed inquired about a lot of things in Zuixian Tower these days.

"That's why there are quite a few Ziwei Pavilion monks in the Dali Qin Tianjian. The people in Lidi believe in ghosts and gods, worship their ancestors, and they are also superstitious about divination. Divination of good and evil, even a divorced daughter looking for a husband will help her..."

Gu Yiwu shook his head with a smile, "It is estimated that the Dugu family in Hanjing urgently invited us to preside over Fengchan, and there must be some reasons for this. The people in Lidi are just like this, and they are superstitious about ghosts and ancestors."

He continued: "The owner of the Ziwei Pavilion is named Chen Er. He is famous for his extremely accurate divination by holding the shackles. He is a well-known old fairy on and off the Dali Mountain. The Ziwei Pavilion is also the same, and he is also famous along with him."

"Fuji divination? Is it extremely accurate?" Zhao Qian'er wrinkled Xiao Qiong's nose, and said crisply: "It's a mystery."

Zhao Rong patted her little hand.

He raised his eyes to look at Gu Yiwu, the latter understood, turned his head to look at the 'kidney deficiency son', and nodded.

"Well, this guy is the son of Chen Er, the owner of the Ziwei Pavilion." The burly man laughed, "But, he is an old fairy with a lot of children, and he has a lot of people. How can he care about such a disappointment? wine bags and rice bags."

Zhao Rong smiled.

"It's okay, just ignore this clown."

Gu Yiwu nodded in agreement.

"I heard from the other guests in Zuixianlou that what kind of young master Xu is he? He's just an unattended dude. The owner of the Ziwei Pavilion also sent him to Xingzi Town from afar. He's out of sight and out of mind. Haha , but today it is disgusting to us. If you dare to stretch out your hand to provoke him, you will chop off the thief's hand, and then talk to him about the principles of our Confucian scholars."

Zhao Rong raised his eyes, glanced at the stunning young girl who was quietly reading poetry on the stage with a calm face, and then glanced at the young man with kidney deficiency who was showing off his martial arts under the stage.

Gu Yiwu next to him curled his lips, and couldn't help but add: "This small place can't even compete with the dandies in our big family in Duyou City..."

Zhao Rong glanced at him, did not answer, but thought about it.

"In Ziwei Pavilion, are there any other powerful characters?"

"So, there is another woman."

Gu Yiwu raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and spoke directly, as if he was deeply impressed.

"Her name is...Su Qingdai."

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