After Sun Yixie and Huang Donglai passed two consecutive levels, Xue Tui's attitude towards them was completely different from when they first came.
When Xue Tui looked at these two people, he not only did not think that they were the rustic buns who broke in by chance, but also felt that they were a bit like a martial arts rookie who deliberately pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger.
In front of such a character, Xue Tuizi cannot make the topic too "ordinary", otherwise he will appear to be out of standard.
Yes, generally speaking, the content of the third level is that Xue Tui personally draws the title and "Writing Fight" with the other party; and "Writing Fight" usually means writing a poem, matching a pair of words, guessing riddles, etc.
It is precisely because Xue Tui is very good at this that he has obtained the nickname "Xiao Dezu"; what does it mean... it is that he has a bit of the style of Yang Xiu and Yang Dezu.
But in fact, it is not difficult to see from this point that Xue Tui has been taking the imperial examination for many years, and it is not unfair.
His "smart" has never been a real wisdom or great talent... but a typical ability of a sour literati to show off his skills.
To sum it up in one sentence, it is just a way to use the ability to slap texts and slap algae, but there is no way to stabilize the country.
So, being a guest in this building is not a grievance... because it is indeed more appropriate for him to do this than being an official.
At this moment, after Xue Tui invited Sun and Huang to take their seats, he paced back and forth in the study with his hands on his back.
Just now, he wanted to use the second level to catch him off guard, but unexpectedly, Huang Donglai reported the correct answer instantly, but instead caught him off guard.
In this case, Xue Tui could only urge his wisdom to quickly think about what to test in the third level...
"What should I do? The pairs that make me the best?
"No... It's definitely too difficult to find a person who can fight the dead in such a short time. Ordinary couples will definitely not defeat them.
"How about...assign a topic and let them write a poem?
"No... it's not possible. It's too simple to write poetry; even if they write a limerick, as long as they can click the title, there will be no big mistakes in the rhyme and tone of the poem, so I won't say much... Because they passed the first two levels so easily, if I pick on some idealistic things in this third level, it will look like I intentionally make things difficult for them.
"Well... how can they convince them to lose?"
Xue Tui thought a lot there, but his mind was fast and it didn't take long.
After a while, he suddenly looked up, his eyes flashed with a flash of inspiration, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth...
Sun Yixie and Huang Donglai knew it was over when they saw this guy's expression. The man surnamed Xue was probably thinking of some bad ideas.
"Ha...two young men." The next second, Xue Tui came over with a smile on his face, raised his hand and bowed, and asked, "I wonder which one of you will answer this third level of 'one word'?"
Sun and Huang looked at each other, and as a result... Of course, Huang Donglai spoke: "I'll do it."
There is no way, you must choose one of the two evils, and you can only take the least one; no matter how bad Huang Donglai is, he is better than Sun Yixie, who doesn't know the big words.
"Okay." Xue Tui nodded when he heard this, and sat down, shook his head and said, "I wonder if Mr. Huang had ever heard such a story..." He paused and began to recite, "If someone in Zheng sets his shoes, he will first save his feet and sit down. When he arrives in the market, he forgets to hold it. He has already obtained the shoes, so he said, "I forgot to keep my shoes!" He returned to take it back. When the market rebelled, the market was discontinued and he was unable to take it. The people said, "Why not try it with your feet?" He said, "I would rather trust the situation, but not self-confidence."
Xue Tui memorized the original text of the story "Zhengren Buying Shoes" word by word.
Huang Donglai... actually didn't fully understand it, but he roughly guessed which story the other party was telling from the words he could understand, so he nodded slightly and replied: "Ah... I've heard it."
Xue Tui smiled and said, "Then, so what..." Then, he recited the original texts of the two allusions: "Supplementing for the Scarf of the Dead" and "Caring a Boat to Seek a Sword" respectively.
Huang Donglai also said he knew.
At this point, Xue Tui felt that the preparation was almost done, so he spoke in a sarcastic tone: "Haha... Mr. Huang is indeed knowledgeable and knowledgeable, so I think... With Mr. Huang's knowledge, he must be able to tell a fable allusion that even Mr. Xue had never heard of?"
"Ah?" Huang Donglai was a little confused when he asked this, and instinctively made a embarrassed look, thinking, "This..."
Xue Tui saw the expression on the other person's face and immediately showed a look and pressed: "If Mr. Huang can say that one, this third level will be considered to have passed, but if he can't say it..."
His question is very bad.
From his perspective, from the common sense of a scholar, it is not difficult to write poems and pairs of articles... it is not difficult to write poems and write articles. For them, it is a formulaic thing, just like modern cartoonists who draw "books" write books. As long as you learn those routines and pass the painting skills, you can create it easily. Anyway, readers don't care much about the plot or spiritual connotation in it. They mainly look at paintings.
However, if you want a person who studies eight-legged essays all day long to be an official, he must have some profound thoughts that can elaborate on philosophical allegorical stories. This is not a difficult question...it is simply impossible.
This is one of them.
There is another second: Xue Tui is confident. With his talent and knowledge, there is no fable allusion in this world that he has not read before; what is the Warring States Policy Mencius Han Feizi... If you go and look for it, you can start by immediately and memorize it all for you.
Therefore, what he puts on this question, at least in his own opinion, is unsolvable.
Unexpectedly, Huang Donglai hesitated for a while and then continued in a very calm tone: "Okay, then I'll tell you a 'Tortoise and Hare Race'."
"Ah?" Xue Tui was stunned. He never thought that the other party would really answer.
However, after the initial surprise, he calmed down and told himself secretly: "It's okay... This kid probably wants to make one now... Humph, a boy who is seventeen or eighteen years old and has a stinky breast, who can temporarily compile it, and what can he say?"
Then Huang Donglai told him the story of the tortoise and hare racing in plain language.
Xue Tui was shocked after hearing this.
After Huang Dong finished speaking, Xue Tui sat there and savored for a long time, like a child who had never even heard of "The Race of Toots and Hare".
"Mr. Xue?" Huang Donglai saw him stunned for a long time and asked tentatively, "How is it? You said something."
"Uh..." Xue Tui came back to his senses and said with a little dull heart, "I dare to ask... where did Mr. Huang get this allusion?"
Huang Donglai couldn't answer that this was a joke in "Aesop's Fable", so he whispered and said, "I'm making it now." He also made a very relaxed look and added, "Just like this kind of story... I can make two of them by making shit. If I don't believe me, how about I'll tell you the 'Three Little Pigs' later?"
Xue Tui was stunned now. He quickly stood up and bowed: "Young Master Huang is very talented, and he is so talented that he is in the middle of the world. Xue... Oh no... The student Xue Tui is sitting in a well and watching the sky, Li is drinking and watching. He is really ashamed! He has offended many people before, so I hope to forgive him."
"Oh! I just said a tortoise and hare race... As for?" Sun Yixie was also a little surprised when she saw the other party's reaction. He immediately complained, "Then if I give you a long stand-up crosstalk "One Piece"..."
"Hey! Hey! Brother Sun!" Huang Donglai quickly raised his voice and gently pushed Sun Yixie, reminding him, "I don't even have a storytelling today, so don't make trouble!"
Sun Yixie smiled: "Oh~ Just kidding, don't panic."
Xue Tui didn't understand what they said anyway. He just thought it was a kind of slander between the two and didn't care.
Huang Donglai quickly opened the topic and reiterated to Xue: "Mr. Xue, since that's the case, then we have passed the three levels of "one-grade", "one-eye", "one-word"? Can we have a meal?"
"Oh! Yes!" Xue Tui was very respectful at this moment, as if he had met a paradise. "Mr. Xue is going to make arrangements now. Please follow me... I'll invite you here."
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To put it short, after about a cup of tea, Sun and Huang finally ate the first batch of cold dishes served in a private room.
At this time, more than half an hour had passed since they stepped into the gate of Buguilou.
In fact, it’s not too late, it’s just the hour... According to the current hour, it’s less than 10:30 in the evening, but they were already hungry.
The plate of fish that Sun Yixie made before was given to Xue Tui Yuan Fangzhi and four others, which caused them not to eat a few bites. It can be said that... not only did not play the role of "padding the belly", but also further aroused the appetite of the two.
Fortunately, they passed the second and third levels quickly, and they only completed it in more than ten minutes. So, before eleven o'clock, the two of them ate the dishes served in the Zhixian Pavilion kitchen.
The "Southern Chef God" is also very interested in frying, fried, fried, fried, stewing, sweet, salty, spicy, and sour. Mr. Yuan almost showed all his special skills. Anyway, when Sun Yixie and Huang Donglai came to the table, they clearly stated that they were not short of money and let them play at will and serve the dishes quickly.
Of course, the menu for tonight was not available for "spring tide and rain," because it was a seasonal dish in spring, and now it is autumn, and even if you barely cook it, it tastes bad.
Tonight, Yuan Fangzhi made a dish to sing the big scroll, called "a thousand gold to buy a wall"; if the "spring tide comes with rain and comes in a hurry" was his Mahayana work when he was 25 years old, then this "a thousand gold to buy a wall" was proof that Yuan Fangzhi's cooking skills had reached a state of transformation after he was 55 years old.
Just a piece of tofu, put into your mouth, can make you taste the unrestrained and sadness of a generation, the talent and sadness of a beautiful woman... It seems that you are Gao Shi and Du Fu, standing there, watching the story happen with your own eyes, but at the same time you can vaguely detect the slightly sad ending of the story...
That night, Sun Yixie and Huang Donglai were both drunk because the dishes were really good...the kind they had never tasted in their entire lives.
The service of the guests in the private rooms is also very good. Before they were dumbfounded, Xue Tui had already come in and asked where the inn they were staying in so that they could send someone to send them back after they were unconscious.
As for the dinner money that night, Xue Tui confiscated it, but he left a note in the room of the two inns, telling them that the meal money had been recorded, and when it would be convenient for them, they could find someone to deliver it, or they would settle it again when they came back.
This is the focus...
If a guest is lying on the debt and not paying the money afterwards, that is the guest's problem, but the person who does not return to the building... will never look through the things the guest brings when he is not aware of it. It is impossible for a friend who does not return to the building to do something like "find out the money from the already unconscious guest." If someone really does this, the boss will definitely not let him go, because this is not the customer's problem, but the problem of not returning to the building.
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The next day, it was noon on the sun, and Huang Donglai woke up first, so his internal skills were good.
When he woke up, he found that he was lying in Sun Yixie's room at this moment, with Brother Sun's trident standing beside the bed.
Huang Donglai endured a slight headache and recalled how he went back to the inn last night. Then he thought to himself: "Oh... it should be that the guy from Buguilou brought us up and got the wrong room, threw Brother Sun into my room, and threw me here."
While thinking, he had already taken out the chamber pot from the under bed for a little convenience. Then, he yawned, stretched, and prepared to go to the next door to wake Sun Yixie up.
Because he was carried back and threw it on the bed, he neither took off his clothes nor covered himself with a quilt this night. Of course, this season, he is a martial arts practitioner, so he would not catch a cold if he slept like this for a night.
Huang Donglai walked to the door wearing wrinkled clothes and opened the door casually.
Unexpectedly... At this moment, someone was waiting for him outside the door.
I saw that man, who was wearing black clothes in broad daylight, was tall and big, with dark skin, flying eyebrows into his temples, straight nose and square mouth; and the biggest feature on his face was his bright and bright cow eyes, as if he was always staring at you.
When Huang Donglai opened the door, the man stood three feet away and stared at the door.
Chapter completed!