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Chapter 38 Linjiang Immortal

In the private room, seeing Yang Shen got up and walked out, Lin Xu lazily leaned on the back of the chair, held his wine glass, and said to Zhou Nan: "This is not like your Zhou Yuanjiang style."

"what?"

"You never bring outsiders to our party."

Zhou Nan smiled a little mysteriously, and said, "Yongxiu is different, he is a talented poet, and he is rarely used for a while, I am definitely not touting it."

"How talented are you?"

"Let's put it this way, as far as this poem is concerned, it already has Mr. Yi Shan's skills."

Lin Xu sat up straight and asked, "Really? How much?"

Zhou Nandao: "I mean, he already has the skills of Mr. Yi Shan."

Lin Xu put down his wine glass and looked directly at Zhou Nan.

"Zhou Yuanjiang, you have successfully aroused my curiosity, so hurry up and read."

Zhou Nan smiled and said, "I'm going to use Yang Yongxiu's poem as today's banquet when the wine is full..."

"Stop talking nonsense, read quickly." Lin Xu swept his sleeves to sweep the skirt of his clothes, and said, "I'm already drunk."

"The briefing hasn't come back yet."

"I'll just listen to it one more time. It doesn't matter."

"Okay then." Zhou Nan stood up, straightened his sleeves, and said slowly: "This is "Linjiang Immortal", please listen carefully."

He cleared his throat, took two steps, and finally began to chant.

Lin Xu originally wanted to pour another glass of wine, but the wine jug in his hand stopped unconsciously after the first sentence caught his ears.

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"The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wipe out the heroes. The success or failure of right and wrong is turned around. The green hills are still there, and the sunset is red for a few times..."

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The water of the Guojiang River was flowing slowly, and a few drops of blood splashed out from the tall buildings facing the river and dissipated in the wind.

Qiao Ju just turned around, Yang Shen pulled out the dagger, and stabbed him in the lower abdomen again with a "poof".

"puff."

Qiao Ju practiced martial arts hard, but when he was caught off guard, he reached out to snatch the dagger, but he failed to snatch it twice in a row.

The speed of Yang Shen's stabbing was really too fast, and he did the mental calculation without intention.

Qiao Ju felt that his vitality was gone, and his hands had no more strength.

"Don't poke...don't poke...I won't shout..."

Yang Shen wanted to stab again, Qiao Ju finally took his hand, but he could no longer fight for the dagger.

"I'm going to die...don't stab me...listen to me..."

Qiao Ju let go of his hand, his bloody hand wanted to hold Yang Shen's shoulder, wanted to hug Yang Shen to support his body.

But Yang Shen took a step back holding the dagger, not wanting to get blood on his white clothes.

"I won't shout...don't poke...whose person are you? China...or Song?"

Yang Shen didn't answer, only turned his head to look in the direction of the corridor at this moment, and closed the door calmly.

"It's from Song Dynasty... This is not China's style..."

Qiao Ju spoke angrily, trying to hold his wound to stop the bleeding.

But he couldn't press the three wounds.

He just felt dazed and wished he could close his eyes and sleep right away, but his strong willpower still supported him, hoping for a glimmer of life.

"Really... Zhao Song is not worth your life... really not worth it... I'll introduce you to Zhang Shuai, he will appreciate you... save me... I swear... I won't pursue it... from now on, you and I Live and die together..."

Yang Shen said: "You are not dead yet."

"Help me hold the wound...I have a golden medicine in my arms...save me...Zhao Song is really not worth it...Tuotuo, is it you? Tutuo...Assassination is a small way...You are too blind to assassinate ...Sooner or later there will be backlash...I can help you..."

Yang Shen squatted down, looked at Qiao Ju who was so angry, and seemed to be talking to himself.

"Promoting millions of troops to the West Lake? Traitor."

"I'm not a traitor... I'm not..." Qiao Ju wanted to shake his head, but he couldn't. He just kept murmuring, "I'm not...we can be good friends..."

As if he didn't want to look at Qiao Ju's begging eyes, Yang Shen reached out and covered his eyes.

"As you said, we are life and death enemies."

Qiao Ju said with the last of his strength: "Tuotuo...tell me...what is your real name..."

Yang Shen stabbed out the dagger again, stabbed Qiao Ju in the heart again, and at the same time answered in a low voice.

"Li Xia."

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Even though Qiao Ju had an extremely tenacious vitality, he finally closed his eyes.

In the darkness, he seemed to be back in the Zhangjia Academy listening to Mr. Lingchuan's lecture. When he turned his head, he saw Zhang Wenjing lying secretly by the window.

The girl's eyes are serious, so beautiful, even the strands of her hair make him feel excited...

Obviously there are still so many things to do, so many...

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"The white-haired fisherman on the river Nagisa is accustomed to watching the autumn moon and the spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet each other. There are many things in ancient and modern times, and they are all jokes."

In the private room, after Zhou Nan finished reciting a poem, the atmosphere became quiet.

Lin Xu maintained the posture of holding the jug, and it took a long time before he put the jug down.

"Success or failure, right and wrong." He muttered something, smiled wryly, his eyes were red, and said in a low voice, "It's true...articles are made naturally, and poems are about talent...I was born with a poor life, only I am afraid that I will never be able to make such a word in my life.”

"Yes." Zhou Nan sighed.

"Generous and tragic, indifferent and peaceful...Yang Shenyang Yongxiu, he is so talented, he has such a powerful word..."

"Mr. Yishan was only 16 years old when he wrote the poem "Yanqiu."

"Mr. Yishan is my literary hero in the north. How many people can compare with him for hundreds of years? And this song "Linjiang Fairy" has a deeper meaning. How can a young man have such a desolate and open-minded state of mind?"

"Yang Yongxiu has a peerless posture. In the future, he will be able to catch up with Li Qinglian and Su Meishan when he becomes successful in poetry."

After a while, Lin Xupin read the meaning of the poem, finally raised his wine glass, and said: "I blamed Yuanjiang for bringing outsiders to the banquet, but now I know that it is me who can drink with Yongxiu. The luck of a mediocre man..."

Lin Xu was also strange. After drinking a glass of wine, he immediately put aside the self-pity just now, smiled heartily, and asked again: "How did Yuanjiang get to know such a rare talent?"

Zhou Nan sat down again and started talking.

"You also know that my academy has always allowed outsiders to come and listen. Yesterday, I was speaking about "The Doctrine of the Mean" with the students, and I saw him standing outside the window. His demeanor naturally draws people's attention..."

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Leaning on the railing, Li Xia put away the dagger, dried her hands with Qiao Ju's clothes, and searched Qiao Ju's body.

A bottle of Jinchuang medicine, a silver ingot, a token, a jade pendant, a marriage letter... Finally, there is a purse. When I opened it, I found a small copper comb inside, which seemed to be quite old.

Li Xia put away these things calmly, got up and went back to the corridor.

He walked all the way to the stairs, and saw two young servants sitting below and kneading melon seeds.

They were people close to Qiao Ju, and Zhou Nan had greeted them when they came.

"Brother Jianzhang asked you to buy Mr. Ben Yishan's collection of poems." Li Xia said, "Remember, there must be the newest song 'Zhongzhou Eternal Heroism'."

The two boys had just seen Li Xia and Zhou Nan going upstairs together, so they didn't suspect anything, and one of them stood up and respectfully responded.

"Yes, the villain will go here."

Li Xia was also quite polite, and said with a smile: "You two go together, find two more, this collection of poems is hard to find."

"Yes, Mr. Lao Yang has sent a message."

"You're welcome, don't worry, we still have to drink for a while."

After leaving the two of them, Li Xia paced downstairs and didn't leave immediately. Instead, he washed his hands first, then went around to the utility room of the restaurant, picked up lamp oil and wine and poured it everywhere, picked up a flint and lit it. A few candles, placed diagonally on a piece of cloth...

After looking carefully for a while, Li Xia left the utility room and closed the door.

On the way, he saw a cook sleeping secretly under the stairs, so he stepped forward and kicked him.

"Don't sleep, the shopkeeper told you to go and find him."

The cook woke up suddenly, turned his head, only to see a figure walking away.

After finishing all this, Li Xia returned to the private room upstairs.

Standing outside the door, he faintly heard Zhou Nan talking inside.

"I always feel that Yongxiu is getting close to me on purpose. He always mentions the Zhang family and the briefings in his conversation. He knows that the Zhang family is famous and intends to serve him. That's why he showed his talent to me. I hope I can introduce him. Gentleman The beauty of an adult, so I brought him to see the briefing today."

"It's inevitable for such a talent to be useful."

"Yeah, what's the harm in helping him..."

Hearing what they said, Li Xia pushed the door in, cupped his hands and said, "You two brothers, I've been waiting for a long time."

"Yongxiu came back alone? I was talking about your poem with An Dao." Zhou Nan laughed, "By the way, where is the brochure?"

While walking in, Li Xia said, "I just went out to have a chat with Brother Qiao, but he seems to have met a friend, so he dismissed me and asked me to call his boy to buy a collection of poems."

"Friends?" Zhou Nan pondered, "Does Jianzhang have any friends?"

"I don't know, I vaguely heard him say 'China' to others, but I haven't seen it either..."

(End of this chapter)