Who wouldn’t make money now that they’ve all ascended?

Chapter 240: Thousand Liang Gold Poetry Party
Jiang Su realized that he had made a mistake.

She was too anxious.

She was anxious to complete the commission from the Lord of Hell, placing herself above everyone else, like an emperor among the common people, proud, and treating all living beings like ants.

So the price is that since she left the confined cave, she has been guided by other people's words, making simple guesses and then taking action.

How could she decide to rush to Yuzhou City in Jingchao thousands of miles away just by asking a waiter at a tea stall.

She should ask more people...

What's more, those people in the hall just now all disliked me. Who knew whether what they said was true or false, so it was better to be cautious.

When she thought of Fang Zhe in the underworld, she couldn't slow down.

But she has to slow down properly. This is a real small world, not an illusion...

Jiang Su left the imperial city in a flash and stopped in the woods outside Yuzhou City. He carefully wrapped the black and heavy sword behind his back with a few pieces of white cloth and put it on his back again.

The noise started.

"What the hell, no beginning or end?" she muttered.

"Is this really a poetry gathering?"

She turned around and took out a few broken pen tips from her storage bag, dipped them in the ink left by Jiang Shu himself, and wrote a few large characters on the white cloth of the heavy knife.

[know everything]

"It's raining and the wind is coming in the evening. I want to invite the river god to have a drink with me."

This man seemed to isolate himself from everyone else. He put the drink on the ground without touching it.

Under the rockery, small groups of scholars were swaying and enjoying themselves. In the long pavilion, there were also many people standing in neat clothes, holding pens and bowing their heads, forgetting the scenery and frowning.

"These people drank too much. If you asked them where there were more deaths, they would probably tell the truth. They tell the truth when they are drunk."

With this in mind, Jiang Su calmly walked to a corner of the pavilion and stood unceremoniously behind a man who was holding a pen and thinking hard.

"It looks a bit like someone carrying a mourning flag. It's not very auspicious."

not far away.

"There is wine in Yuzhou, do you have a poem? Today, Mr. Wang's son is holding a poetry party. He invites all the knowledgeable people who come to Yuzhou City to stop, come and have a meal for a few days, and leave a poem~"

Jiang Su glanced at what this person wrote.

"What a poem, what a poem! Mr. Zhang is indeed so talented!"

"I feel a bit like a charlatan. If Fifth Wentian goes out, does he have to carry a streamer and set up a stall like I did when selling elixirs?"

As soon as Jiang Sufu walked into this single-family courtyard, he heard a group of people dressed as scholars, holding wine cups in their hands, chattering like monkeys. The only one was a tall man in a dark blue robe.

Jiang Su calmed down and walked leisurely into Yuzhou City from the city gate guarded by two soldiers, looking for a place to have a closer look.

She felt that this single-family courtyard was built not far from the city gate, exactly where the second shop was, so it must have something unique about it, so she walked in swaggeringly.

"Take off your shirt..."

The next moment, the man suddenly turned around, twisted his dark eyebrows, and asked in surprise, "Who are you?"

The next moment, he became anxious again, "No, why do you say my poem has no beginning or end?"

Jiang Su glanced at the paper that had already been covered with a lot of ink, and said coldly, "Oh? It has a beginning and an end? Is this the title of the poem?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man's expression suddenly froze, and his whole body seemed to be ridiculed and turned into a withered flower.

"How can you say that... Even though I'm not good at poetry, you can't treat me so meanly."

"I wanted to write a poem to please Wang Minglang, but the ink in my stomach is really limited. I don't like to come to these poetry gatherings on weekdays. If I didn't have ten thousand taels of gold as a lottery, I wouldn't come."

He was unprepared and sat lazily on a chair nearby, wanting to have a good discussion with Jiang Su.

As a result, this time it was Jiang Su's turn to be as stiff as a stone.

"Give me ten thousand taels of gold...? Is this the poem that will be the best, and in the end, give it to the winner?" Jiang Su was stuttering when he spoke.

What is the concept of ten thousand taels of gold?

Although she has ascended, gold still does not depreciate in the upper world, no matter what, just because it symbolizes wealth, high-end, and grandeur! Upgrade!

The giant Buddha over there in Paradise is used to shape the golden body. Ordinary monks use gold foil to make paper, decorate talismans, or add it to magical instruments, sword hilts, and gold silk clothes.

The upper realm is an upper realm, but those are the ones who ascend.

If you are a human being, you will not lose interest in gold.

So even though Jiang Su owned hundreds of thousands of yuan stones, he still didn't save a few kilograms of gold.

Firstly, although this thing is valuable, it is not as practical as the Yuan Stone. Secondly, she has always been frugal and has no habit of using gold to make jewelry. Thirdly, she does not have the spare money.

She kind of wants ten thousand taels of gold...

"Brother, who is this Wang Minglang?" She smiled and sat side by side with this man.

A trace of surprise flashed in the scholar's eyes, "General Wang, General Wang, who has been guarding the territory for decades, how could you not know that it was General Wang who led the troops to kill hundreds of thousands of barbarians in the thirteen cities of the Northern Territory three years ago? ”

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"Kill hundreds of thousands of people?!" she shouted.

The scholars who were composing poems all around turned to look at her with disdain, "Your Excellency, please don't disturb our mood."

Jiang Su nodded honestly.

You can't do anything if it's chaotic.

People who are good at speaking out are all showing off their skills under the rockery, but who is like you who has a weak intestinal tract?

Jiang Su did not speak directly and continued to look at the person beside him.

"Girl, be careful. Although this is a serious matter, you can't say it too frankly. After all, there are hundreds of thousands of lives!" The scholar blinked his eyes and sighed, "General Wang said, who would... If you can describe this matter in poems and songs, and only mention the glorious side and cover up the disgraceful side, you will be rewarded with ten thousand taels of gold."

"No, his young master, Wang Henshui, organized a poetry meeting because of this. He even bought a shop near the city gate, opened up several backyards, and built this yard with ditches and rockeries. It's a pity that it's been more than a month. , no one can write these ten thousand taels of golden poetry.”

The scholar sighed and shook his head, leaning his head against the beads on the side, his eyes full of exhaustion.

After Jiang Su heard the cause and effect, he felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

This Wang Minglang killed hundreds of thousands of people. As a general, it can be regarded as a great achievement against the enemy.

but……

"Shouldn't it be that he led all the soldiers to kill hundreds of thousands of people? Why do you sound like he killed them all?"

Jiang Su stared at the scholar's expression, afraid of making any mistakes.

"You don't understand this. My father is also a military general. He saw it with his own eyes. General Wang killed hundreds of thousands of people. Before all the soldiers rushed out, he rushed into the barbarians in the northern region with a long sword. The knife is a cruel thing, a real killing."

Jiang Su's expression changed completely, and his eyes were dark with hidden emotions.

There is something fishy going on, and there is no way that ordinary people can do this.

"Eh? What's wrong with you? Why are you looking so pale? Are you feeling unwell? I think you're dressed like this, you must be a man from the world. Is this poem suitable for you? We met by chance. I have some money. You Take it and use it first.”

The scholar took out his wallet and stuffed it into Jiang Su's hand with a simple and honest smile.

Jiang Su saw the thick calluses on his hands. He was indeed the son of a military commander. He always dressed up as a scholar, but it was just a fake look.

The woman in green chuckled lightly, hooked the string of the money bag, and threw it back to the man nonchalantly.

"What do I need from you?"

"Did you see the white flag in my hand?"

The fake scholar nodded and asked doubtfully, "Someone in your family has died?" He sighed and added, "My condolences, girl."

"I shouldn't have mentioned your sadness, I'm sorry."

"..."

Jiang Su snorted coldly, "Stupid."

"Look at my writing on it!"

The fake scholar opened his eyes wide, looked carefully and then considered, "Is it the talisman of the first seven souls drawn by someone?"

Jiang Su suppressed the fire in his heart, gritted his teeth and said, "These three words are called, omniscience!"

"I want these ten thousand taels of gold!"