The popular four-character poems in the Qin Dynasty were a difficult threshold for Li Xiuyuan to cross.

It was no less difficult than when he was young and learned how to cut snow from his teacher on Tianshan Mountain for the first time. It was even more difficult than that.

He even secretly made up his mind that whenever this happened in the future, he would tell others that he was just a wine merchant.

It is natural that businessmen do not like to recite poems and write poems.

Although the sun in mid-spring is not as hot as in early summer, a spring breeze blows with a faint fragrance of flowers, which makes Li Xiuyuan, who is sitting alone by the lake, instantly feel tired.

I have an urge to move out my deck chair and take a nap by the lake.

Hearing the Book of Songs recited by the boys and girls in the academy came to my ears, and I regarded it as a beautiful thing that was rarely enjoyed once.

The murmur of girls came from not far away, and Li Xiuyuan's ears naturally heard words such as "Pick weeds, pick weeds, and the weeds will stop."

Before he could come to his senses, another voice came: "The feathers of mayflies, the clothes are beautiful. I am worried, where will I go?"

This made Li Xiuyuan excited, and for a moment he couldn't help but murmur to himself: "Who is this person? Hu passed away and I am here. I heard his voice but couldn't see his body."

In order to sober himself up, Li Xiuyuan took a small pot of wine and took a sip.

Looking at a group of young men and women dancing lightly, he sighed softly.

Because he didn't know that Xiao Hei, who was reborn on the River Styx, was just like him, returning to his childhood again and again.

Or did God give the reborn Xiao Hei a gift, so that after he traveled across the starry sky and came to Daqin, he finally had a childlike innocence as pure and kind as a star?

If that's the case, then Xiao Hei should be happy at least during these years in Da Qin.

There is an academy, a wife, and a group of boys and girls of the same age. Li Xiuyuan will never go back to these days.

Even if he reaches nirvana again.

He only has the face of a young man, but he hides the mind of a century-old demon.

At this moment, Li Xiuyuan glanced around and saw a guy that he didn't want to see right now, and he even said he hated him very much.

If he had been in the Shura Heaven Realm, he would have killed him with one sword.

What he couldn't figure out was that today was the academy's poetry meeting, so why did the magician Lu Yuan come over?

As if he felt Li Xiuyuan's gaze, Lu Yuan, who was facing a group of young ladies showing off their rich graces, turned his head.

When he saw that he was the shopkeeper of Liquor No. 47, his expression changed and he could no longer maintain his previous demeanor.

He immediately turned around, quickly walked out of the pavilion, and headed towards Li Xiuyuan.

The absence of a magic stick in the pavilion to make everyone happy will not affect the subsequent holding of the poetry meeting.

On the contrary, a strange girl couldn't help but look towards the lake. When she saw a middle-aged uncle dressed in black, she immediately withdrew her reserved gaze.

Guan Guan Jiujiu, in the river island. A graceful lady, a gentleman likes to rebel.

What girls like are handsome young men with literary talents, not uncles like Li Xiuyuan, let alone the magician Lu Yuan.

The difference from before was that Lu Yuan did not bring his entourage today, but changed into a white gown.

If it hadn't been for the spring breeze, I guess this guy would have held a folding fan in his hand and watched the wind and dust with a smile.

Li Xiuyuan thought to himself that since he couldn't hit him, he shouldn't curse him, so he looked at him quietly, as if he were seeing a creditor who owed him ten jars of wine and hadn't paid.

A faint smile appeared on his face.

Ambushing him and Xiao Hei in the middle of the hunt was nothing to Li Xiuyuan. In his opinion, it was just Lu Yuan giving pocket money to Xiao Hei.

However, he made a summary of Lu Yuan's character. It's okay for you to have trouble with Zhang Liang, but you shouldn't bring the fire to No. 47 Wine Shop and burn it on yourself and Xiao Hei.

Lu Yuan walked quickly to the lake and looked at Li Xiuyuan, who was sitting quietly at the table, with a gloomy smile on his face. Perhaps in his opinion, the arrival of the shopkeeper of this wine shop would bring a great disgrace to the academy.

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Before Li Xiuyuan at the lake scolded Lu Yuan to step back, a young man in the pavilion where Xiao Hei was was already starting to recite the Book of Songs, announcing that today's poetry meeting had begun.

Just listen to a childish voice: "The feathers of the mayfly, the clothes are beautiful. My heart is worried, where will I go? The wings of the mayfly, pick up the clothes."

The people in the pavilion praised it in unison, and a burst of laughter gradually broke out. The chanting started by the lower grade students instantly inspired the upper grade students to become interested in poetry, and some girls were eager to move.

A scholar in the pavilion not far from Xiao Hei raised his hands and said, "It's mid-spring. How about reciting a few poems with the theme of spring?"

"Spring comes late, and the flowers and trees are luxuriant. The barns are harvested, and the harvest is harvested." Before the words finished, a woman in the pavilion started chanting, which immediately attracted cheers.

"When the peach is born, its flowers are shining brightly. When the son returns, it will be a good time for his family." Another woman said loudly.

At this moment, the girl in the same pavilion covered her mouth and chuckled: "Senior sister, are you thinking about spring, are you in a hurry to get married?"

After the woman said this, everyone stopped for a moment, for fear of making a mistake and making people laugh.

Just when Li Xiuyuan was about to look back at the garden pavilion, another man's voice sounded, which made his eyes light up. Xindao Academy is indeed full of talents.

That is to say: "In the past, when I went there, the willows were lingering. Now when I come to think about it, the rain and snow are falling."

Before the man finished speaking, cheers rang out in the garden: "Senior brother, this sentence is both suitable for the occasion and can win the heart of a beautiful woman!"

Lu Yuan, who was coming to the lake, rolled his eyes, looked at Li Xiu and Zhen Yuan and said, "I didn't expect Shopkeeper Li to be here too. I wonder if I can recite a poem?"

Li Xiuyuan came to the academy today. Firstly, he wanted to accompany Xiaohei to visit the garden, and secondly, he wanted to go up the mountain to visit the Master. How could he be interested in the poetry meeting.

Hearing that Lu Yuan was disgusted with himself, he immediately shook his head and replied: "If you have the ability, do it yourself, don't bother me."

When Lu Yuan saw Li Xiuyuan giving in, he felt more and more that he would find an opportunity today to disgust the shopkeeper of the wine shop, at least to vent his anger.

So he sneered and said: "The shopkeeper Li that Zhang Liang mentioned before is a worldly expert. What's the matter? Is it possible that Zhang Liang is not here and you don't dare to speak out? I said I haven't seen that guy in some days."

Lu Yuan's voice was not loud, but the young man and woman in the pavilion paid attention to every move of the two people by the lake.

No one expected that the two of them had already had a quarrel, and Lu Yuan took advantage of the poetry meeting to pick a fight.

Most of the people in the garden on the island in the center of the lake are disciples from the academy. Although there are occasionally young masters and young ladies from the imperial city, no one knows who Li Xiuyuan is.

Just because the old Taoist priest came here, Li Xiuyuan never had to worry about selling wine.

Since he and Xiao Hei are not short of money, they naturally drink well and are not afraid of the dark alleys.

In this way, although Li Xiuyuan is a businessman, he is also the most low-key shopkeeper in the imperial city. He is so low-key that only the masters of the academy know that he has good wine, good poetry, and a good person.

But he didn't promote Xianlai Liquor Restaurant for Li Xiuyuan, because Li Xiuyuan told Master clearly that he likes to be quiet.

A wine shop owner likes to be quiet. Apart from the Master, no one in the world would dare to believe this.

Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan looked at him and said coldly: "Zhang Liang is not here, and you want to trouble me? This is the academy, not your home."

Seeing his senior brother, the senior sisters talked a lot, and Xiao Hei took a sip of tea.

After thinking for a while, he looked at everyone and said quietly: "The person wearing black clothes by the lake is my brother, and he is also the Master's guest. Senior brothers and sisters should have heard of it."

Everyone was stunned. Everyone was not stupid. They immediately knew Li Xiuyuan's identity. Then they looked at the middle-aged man by the lake with a little more awe.

Because they are Master’s guests, and Master is a god-like existence in the academy. Who dares to be disrespectful to Master’s guests?

Except for the magic stick in front of them, everyone comforted the little gangster: "Junior brother, don't worry, since we are Master's guests, let's just watch the fun of the magic stick in peace."

"Senior Sister, you are right. Why does the magician want to come to the academy to feel uncomfortable today?"

Xiao Hei thought about it in a blink of an eye and laughed: "That's right, everyone is here to watch brother how to deal with that magic stick."

"Everyone, please keep your voice down and let's see how Xiao Hei's brother deals with Lu Shengun."

Lu Yuan's expression remained unchanged, with an evil smile on his face. Looking at Li Xiuyuan who was still sitting quietly, a strange look flashed in his eyes.

He said quietly: "The grudge between me and him will never involve the shopkeeper. I have nothing to do today. How about making a bet with you?"

The spiritual consciousness released by Li Xiuyuan had already clearly heard the thoughts of a group of students in the garden, not to mention Xiao Hei calling a group of classmates to watch the magic show.

I thought to myself that you killed a killer to ambush me. I haven’t caused you any trouble yet, but I didn’t expect that you would be sent to my door again today. It’s really disgusting.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but sneered: "I didn't expect you to be unexpected every time you show up. What tricks do you want to play today?"

Lu Yuan was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said: "After all, I am working for the king, so naturally I am different from you."

Although his voice was not loud, it clearly reached the ears of a group of boys and girls.

Although everyone understands that Lu Yuan is a magic stick, they are not afraid of him on weekdays.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, he actually moved the king out of the palace and deliberately used King Qin as his backstage. For a while, everyone in the room became silent.

There was a strange atmosphere, because everyone wanted to see how Xiao Hei's brother slapped Lu Shengun in the face.

Seeing that Li Xiuyuan didn't want to pay attention to him, he didn't let it go and continued: "By the way, you are also the shopkeeper of a wine shop. It's not like you have no money, so what are you afraid of?"

"Are you looking for trouble with me?"

Li Xiuyuan resisted, with a look of disdain on his face: "Or are you getting bolder because of Zhang Liang's absence?"

Lu Yuan let out a sigh, and a flash of severity flashed in his eyes. Li Xiuyuan once again touched the pain in his heart, although Zhang Liang did not hit him that time.

Even if he beat his own follower, Lu Yuan couldn't swallow it, not to mention that he even lost the lawsuit later.

Lu Yuan, who was furious, took a step forward, looked at Li Xiuyuan and said, "You rough guy, I bet you can't write a decent poem."

Lu Yuan's words instantly spread to everyone's ears, so everyone speculated whether Li Xiuyuan, who looked calm, would fulfill his wish.

A classmate even asked in a low voice: "Xiao Hei, can your brother write poetry?"

"Xiao Hei, your brother won't be tricked by the magic stick, right? Do you want to remind him?"
To be continued...