Bu Jinghong's heart has undergone tremendous changes unknowingly.

If in the past, he would rush out without hesitation, either killing or being killed.

But at this moment, Mr. Li took out his hand. The girl Xia Hua came out and took a step back. He didn't take another step.

He didn't know whether this was his courage to become smaller, or learned what humans said to take care of the overall situation or tolerance.

Or it is called human beings.

Bu Jinghong didn't know that such a change was good or bad. He turned around and saw the smiling smile on the face of Ximen blowing his face. He felt that this might be good.

Only alive.

Only to accompany.

Even if the sword is slower, it is more stable, so why not?

Li Chen'an also turned around, and was about to enter the moon door, but the son of the surname Pan suddenly ran over.

"Mr. Li?"

"Dare to ask you as the teacher of Shixian Li Chen'an, Li Feidao, Mr. Li Xiaofeng Li?"

Li Chen'an froze, turned around, looked at the Pan Gongzi, and asked curiously:

"How do you know?"

Then Pan Gongzi bowed in a hurry: "The junior Pan Xiao, the gentleman in the small museum of the rivers and lakes, and now the city is well known!"

"Mr. Wen's name is very admirable. Therefore, these days walking around the inn of this West Lan City these days. I hope to meet his husband.

Li Chen'an thought that if you asked me to eat and drink a meal, it was really better.

As for Li Chenan's story ...

He has a fart story!

"No time!"

Li Chen'an turned and left.

Pan Xiao stunned for a moment and followed in.

Nympho

Nympho

Everyone's sight in the lobby looked at the moon door.

"... he is the teacher of Shixian Li Chen'an?"

"Yes! I did not see Xia Da from Xia Guo Gong's house with him!"

"Yes, the news from Hexia County is like this. Didn't the man of Xuanwutang just threatened to kill Jinghong just now? Bu Jinghong is the rivers and lakes who killed Wu'an Houjie!"

"I heard that the emperor was alarming, and the emperor had all the imperial order ordered Gong Wei Wei to go to kill Bo Jinghong himself.

Hong! "

"Isn't it the Bob Jinghong rescued by King Ping An?"

"That's the matter behind. A distant cousin runs in the small house in the small museum of the rivers and lakes.

"Oh ... I don't follow the fate ... or the sacred life, this Li Xiaofeng's courage is too big! In addition, King Ping An intervenes is really wise!"

"You know a fart!"

"Mr. Li is a master of the world! It is said that it is the state of half a stepping master!"

"Such a person, unless it is our master of Wu Guo to kill him, otherwise even if you send thousands of troops, people can go away if they want to take their legs!"

"As for the king of Ping An ... I am afraid that Grandpa said there is another deep meaning."

"What is the meaning?"

"Cutting Fan!"

"Isn't that a rumor?"

The boy laughed and shook the fan in his hand: "The rumor? I'm afraid there is no wind!"

Another young man said at the moment: "I think that cutting the vassal is not bad. If the emperor really has this, if the princes are really cut off ... we may become better!"

"Brother Zhou said with caution!"

"Don't talk about this, let's talk about the Mid -Autumn Festival."

As soon as these words came out, the crowd immediately became cold.

The death of a poetry immortal in Ning State was a great blessing for the students of Wu State.

Because the poems of Li Chenan that were introduced to Wu State were like a huge mountain pressing on their heads, making it difficult for them to even breathe.

Not to mention writing a poem that surpassed him, even picking up a pen seemed a little difficult.

But he is dead!

Regardless of whether he was envious of talents or whether he ascended to heaven and became an immortal, he eventually left this world.

As a result, all the students in Wu State breathed a long sigh of relief.

They could finally straighten up and raise their heads to take a look at the blue sky with ease, or look at the moon in the night sky.

They believe that Li Chenan's era has passed.

They splashed ink vigorously, but found that any poem they wrote, as Pan Xiao said, people would compare their poems with Li Chenan's poems.

How can this compare?

Not only the literati would compare, but even the geishas in the brothel would compare!

Literary people have always been mean, and they don’t mind stepping on each other——

Since you think you are great, can your poetry compare to Li Chenan?

Some people will even spit and say disdainfully: It's acceptable, but it's only a thousand miles away from the poetry of immortal poetry!

It's not that they sincerely admire Li Chenan, it's just because of their inner misfortune. If I'm not good, you shouldn't think about it either.

That's all.

As for the geishas in brothels, they didn't dare to say no more, but her body was very honest.

They still played and sang Li Chenan's lyrics.

There are only about twenty songs, but they never get tired of singing them, and those who go to listen to the music also never tire of listening to them!

This is very boring.

The Mid-Autumn Festival Cultural Festival, which was originally very grand, may become dull and boring this year.

The writing style of Wu State was not as good as that of Ning State, but Ning State produced a poet!

He alone extinguished the flames of the entire literary world of Wu!

Even after his death, Wu's literary world did not seem to have changed much.

What's more, Li Chen'an died, but his teacher suddenly appeared again!

This Li Xiaofeng composed a poem "Linjiang Immortal, Rolling Water of the Yangtze River Passes East" in the Jianghu tavern. This poem spread throughout the country of Wu in just over ten days!

An apprentice died, and a more powerful gentleman emerged!

This gentleman came to Xilan City, today is August 14th...

If he goes to Yuejian Academy tomorrow, who dares to write a poem in front of him?

Like Li Chenan, he is simply unattainable!

"Hey... I was born at the wrong time!"

"Hey, after tomorrow, I will give up my writing and join the army!"

"That's all, I'm going to give up on literature and practice martial arts!"

"Well, if I fail the imperial examination, I will have no choice but to inherit the Wan Guan family fortune!"

Zhui Ming grinned.

He stood up, took off the bamboo hat on the wall and put it on his head.

He picked up the sword on the table and walked towards the door.

He passed the counter.

Behind the counter is an old shopkeeper with gray hair.

The old shopkeeper was dialing the abacus.

The sound is very loud.

Because this abacus is actually made of fine iron!

Zhui Ming took an ingot of broken silver from his arms and placed it on the counter.

The old shopkeeper looked up at him, collected the broken silver, and gave Zhui Ming a handful of copper coins.

Zhui Ming stuffed it into his sleeve pocket, smiled slightly, and left Yuelai Inn.

Walking in a dark alley in Xilan City, he put his hand into his sleeve pocket and took out a small paper ball from the handful of coins.

He leaned against the door of a house, opened the paper ball with a lantern hanging on the eaves, and suddenly frowned:
Chapter completed!