The Strongest Master of the Starry Sky

Qi Fei raised his eyebrows after listening to the middle-aged man. What does this guy mean? What if I lose? This goods is purposeful!

"Sir wants to add some color?" He laughed.

"Hahaha, this is what the scholars said, but it wasn't me!" The middle-aged man grinned and seemed to be a little proud.

Qi Fei touched his chin, and said, "I don't know if you lose, what would your husband want?"

He wondered, as if this middle-aged man had intentionally belonged, but what? I do n’t have anything of value in my own house. Two broken courtyards and a few old pieces of furniture. I can hear that the Tang Dynasty has an open atmosphere, and there are many people who send Ji Ji to each other. If this is the case, I will certainly make these lives worse than death, and I dare to have such thoughts.

The middle-aged man grinned and glanced at the wooden barrel that was originally filled with sour plum soup, but now it is empty like this: "If Mr. Duan loses, then give me the way of that sour plum soup."

Qi Fei heard the words, his heart was loose, and he whispered a few times, and said, "Mr. This word is bad, although in the following, he is self-proclaimed, but he will be tested in all directions. If it is on martial arts, no one can surpass it. However, since ancient times, there has been no first and no second Wu, even if the article is similar, but under the distorted writing of the examiner, there are different results. From the distance, there is no relatives in Changan and no action. If the elders of the government really fall off the list, but they spend about the same amount of money on their bodies, they still have to make a living from this sour plum soup. Sir, they want my secret recipe. Wouldn't it be a way to make a living?

After listening to these words, the middle-aged man looked back at the people behind him, his face was quite intriguing, and then he continued to look at Qi Feidao: "I don't agree with the words of the great scholar Chang Changming, Throughout the scientific examination, although all aspects are involved, fraud will definitely not happen, and Mr. Duan is more concerned. "

Qi Fei glanced at him, shook his head, and said, "I'm not arguing with the husband. If I lose, how about providing a barrel of sour plum soup every month?"

"Too few buckets!" The middle-aged person waved his hand.

"Two barrels?"

"Too little!"

"Three buckets?"

"Still less!"

Qi Fei laughed, you ca n’t win a few barrels, I do n’t believe he will lose!

"How many barrels does Mr. want?"

"At least eight barrels!"

"Mr. I'm kidding, so I don't need to read books. I can make sour plum soup for Mr. Tian, ​​up to five barrels.

"Okay, five barrels is five barrels, then I'm going to make a question!" The middle-aged man was somewhat proud.

Slowly, Qi Fei suddenly felt something wrong in his heart: "Sir, if I haven't said yet, what's the color head?"

He said a few words, and the other people looked at him with a smile, his expression was obvious, boy, you won't win!

The gentle man smiled unpredictably on his face, fanning him, "Mr. Duan, what do you want?"

Qi Fei froze, where do I know what you have!

He frowned: "Although my life is light, but I haven't thought about winning any gold, silver or common things, but"

Suddenly his expression became sullen, and he said, "But if I win, I need the fan in this gentleman's hand!"

"what?"

"Oh?"

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"Hahaha, Mr. Wu, someone fancy you with this signature fan!"

"Lao Wu, don't lose your signature fan! If you really lose, I am afraid that this gentleman will become famous!"

The middle-aged man also laughed at this moment: "Mr. Xiaodan, why did you fancy this fan?"

Qi Fei faintly said: "I do n’t know what this fan is, but I feel that this Mr. Wu will not be hot tomorrow, but he will always fan in and go out. If he wins, it will just save Wu Xian's pain If you do n’t pass the exam in the future, you can also take this fan off and help your life. "

Everyone could not help laughing again when they heard the words. Only the elegant man was flushed with a hint of anger.

"Okay, I think that's it. Lao Wu, you don't have to be dissatisfied. The left and right are just a fan, and you may not lose." The middle-aged man said with a smile.

The gentleman's complexion gradually calmed down, and then the middle-aged man continued: "Although the small scholar said that he didn't need to choose the topic of poetry, I still want to say that Lao Wu is better at landscape and love poetry, so I will give three questions, one The title is Lao Wu is good, one is not good at him, this is fair to Mr. Duan, and the last one is more common. Can three questions be won or lost? "

Qi Fei nodded, and slightly clenched his fist: "Mr. Wang's comment on poems is fair."

Several people laughed and nodded, one of them actually said, "Small scholar, don't worry, we all want the old Wu to lose!"

The gentle man snorted coldly when he heard the words and hurled his hand at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man thought for a while and said, "Since there are three questions, then the first question may be the first one you are good at. The left and right Mr. Duan and his wife ’s virgins are beautiful. Daily Qingqing me and me. , Then the first song will be based on love poems. Make a seven words. As for the name, you don't have to think about it, it will be untitled. "

untitled! untitled! !!

Untitled Love Poems!

There are many untitled in the ancient poems, but they are not really untitled, but there are some things that are more obscure and cannot be really propositions, and some really do n’t know how to proposition.

Untitled in love poems are often some beautiful thoughts, and often some feelings are hidden, undisclosed, or even the poet's own unrequited love, so they are named after the untitled.

After listening to the middle-aged man, Mr. Wen Yawu smiled on his face and looked at Qi Feidao: "Scholars please, please?"

Qi Fei shook his head and said, "Mr. Wu please invite first, otherwise, I'm afraid that once my poem is made, Mr. Wu can no longer write it."

This statement is really too arrogant and too mad, as soon as my poems come out, you will be ashamed of yourself, even if you already have poetry in your heart, you dare not take it out to ugly.

The gentle man snorted coldly. I really do n’t know how the boy ’s literary talent and martial arts, but this bragging work, I am afraid that you dare to call yourself second, absolutely no one dares to call yourself first!

He raised his head slightly, and said, "Okay, then I'll come first, and just give the scholars some time to think."

Qi Fei laughed and said nothing.

A gentle man carrying his hands on his back, walking around the small courtyard, he said, "I was a teenager who loved the wind and dust, the peach blossom and the wine drunk in the late spring. I only hate the years when I come, and now when I look back on the past, the world sighs that it is dusk! "

Everywhere in this poem, everybody meditates, and then yells continuously. There is even a person who takes the pen and paper with him and begins to write down carefully.

The elegant man approached, seemingly proud, and looked at Qi Feidao: "Some scholars are invited to write poems."

Qi Fei blinked. You are also called love poem? This is clearly moaning without disease.

He cleared his throat and laughed, "I should do it, but although I am also writing poetry, it is not Mr. Wu's ordinary seven-character poems. I am doing Qilu love poems."

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