Chapter 248 The ancestral daughter of fur

"The golden wind and jade dew are loud, and the fire trees and silver flowers are shaking.

The most fond thing is that the God of Wealth is here, and the dream is in today’s day.”

Amid the pearls and treasures, a sound sounded, and the gorgeously dressed God of Wealth appeared with a smile: "Mao Ri Xingjun, why are you free to find me today..."

Before he finished speaking, the smile on his face froze.

He recognized the soul of the Star Lord of Mao Ri, but wasn't his body a big rooster? Why did he suddenly become a dog?

And the scholar beside him with bright eyes is not the demon Zhang Xiu!!

Seeing the God of Wealth descending to earth, Zhang Xiu stepped forward and held his hand excitedly: "God of Wealth, we meet again. Last time you left in a hurry, I didn't have time to touch your wealth."

"We must get close to each other this time!"

The God of Wealth's eyelids twitched twice, and glared at the clever official of the Pleia Ri, who was standing beside him, and said angrily: "What are you doing to me? I'm busy with business and can't stay for a moment."

As he said that, Zhang Xiu showed a look of unappreciation of talent, and came to the table with a sigh, picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

Hu Yangzhen smiled and said, "If Brother Yan is interested, he can give me a poem, and it will be regarded as the fate between you and me!"

Zhang Xiu shook his head and said, "Oh, a penny stumps the hero. I have been spending enough money to travel here. If I can't borrow money, I'm afraid I'll have to beg along the street with my younger sister."

"Don't you see the Yellow River coming from the sky and flowing to the sea of ​​thousands of reds..."

Zhang Xiu responded: "Well, I know."

Ao Xue was so angry that her veins on her forehead tense.

Zhang Xiu’s current identity is Yan Feng, a talented man from Jiangnan.

Zhang Xiu smiled and waved his hand: "Brother Hu has been too awarded. I am just a poor scholar who is depressed and unsuccessful. I can't be praised by Brother Hu like this."

Zhang Xiu was dressed better than snow, with a feather fan and a silk scarf, dressed up as a romantic talent, standing on the Wangjiang Tower, looking at the rushing Yellow River, she couldn't help but feel excited.

You are free and easy, but if I write something wrong, I will be punished ten times!!

In the past three days, Zhang Xiu had already found out the truth about Hu Yang.

Ao Xue was stunned by the side: "Zhang Xiu, why is this poem different from what you taught me last time?"

This fictional "Yan Feng" was civilized in the Jiangnan Shilin with poetry. All scholars who have heard of his poems will praise each other.

Zhang Xiu looked at Hu Yangzhen for a moment and shook his head and said, "A poem is too light. I have an ancestral fox fur here, which is worth a thousand gold. I can give it to Brother Hu for some travel expenses to go home!"

Zhang Xiu was choked and calmed down instantly, saying angrily: "It's a big deal to attack the Heavenly Court, that's my father-in-law's territory. Forget it, a mere thief is not worth it to use so many soldiers, so it's better for me and Ao Xue and the others to go."

Zhang Xiu glanced at her and said calmly: "This is called unconventionality. What I will teach you next time is different. We poets are so free and easy!"

Hu Yang is really right. I will definitely eat you today, and even if the Buddha comes, you can’t keep you!

Hu Yangzhen suddenly felt a chill in her neck. She looked around and found no danger. Then she felt relieved and said, "Why did Mr. Yan sigh?"

The God of Wealth smiled and said, "That money was stolen from your Bincheng Shantang. Now others are in Bincheng."

Maori Xingjun nodded and reminded: "This time you go to Bincheng, you'd better disguise yourself so that you won't scare the fox demon away."

"Young Master Yan, are you here to have a drink?"

Three days later, Bincheng and Wangjiang Tower.

The smile on Hu Yangzhen's face froze: "There is no need for fox fur, I have it too..."

Hu Yang is really a wild fox. He is not a family with the inherited fox demons like Mr. Xin. He has a low cultivation level and loves art of elegance the most.

Hu Yangzhen smiled and said, "Why worry about such a small matter? Although Hu is not talented, he is a little wealth at home. Brother Yan can take it to help him."

Zhang Xiu turned his face and saw an old man with a gray beard that he had never seen before, dressed in a Confucian scholar, and invited him to his table.

Zhang Xiu looked at him with a suspicious look on his face and asked, "You and I are not close to you, and it's the first time we have met, why do you want to help me?"

Zhang Xiu told Qian Yu about the incident and said, "The God of Wealth is in charge of the world's money. This time I asked you for help, mainly to find out where the copper coins came from and where the man holding the copper coins is now."

“@#￥%￥#@…”

After looking at Zhang Xiu, he said in a strange tone: "You really don't know where his copper coins came from?"

The old man stroked his beard and smiled: "I'm in the morning. I heard that Mr. Yan came to Bincheng and came here to see him. When I saw him today, Mr. Yan was indeed talented and had a lot of hidden secrets!"

Ao Xue squeezed her eyes hard, and could not squeeze out tears no matter what. She said pitifully: "Brother, I don't want to beg, I want to eat meat!"

Zhang Xiu felt puzzled: "I should know? Can that copper coin still belong to mine?"

Zhang Xiu said with a puzzled look: "Who is your priest?"

Zhang Xiu came to the upper floor for three consecutive days to wait, but never waited for Hu Yangzhen. He just talked about poetry and ambitions with other scholars, and he had a great reputation.

Bincheng is located on the south bank of Bohai Bay, with Wudi and Zhanhua counties along the coast. The coast is alluvial by the Yellow River. The coastline is winding and winding. Countless literati and poets come to Wangjiang Tower to recite poems and essays.

Therefore, Hu Yangzhen chose Bincheng to settle down in order to make friends with well-educated people.

The God of Wealth smiled strangely: "That money is really yours. You won't even know how much money you have, right?"

Zhang Xiu was stunned for a moment, and his expression immediately became vicious: "Dare you dare to steal my money, God of Wealth, do you know who that person is?"

"So that's it, let me calculate."

The Star Lord of Mao Ri responded, "Do you go to attack the Heavenly Court?"

Unfortunately, he was not lucky and failed the exam. Now he is just a scholar. In order to relieve his depression, he traveled around and happened to come to Bincheng this time.

A murderous aura rose from Zhang Xiu's body, and he gritted his teeth and said, "It's easy to know the name. The Star Lord of Mao Ri, call Nezha, Jigong, and the Emperor of Five Mountains. Let Yan Chixia order 100,000 Yin soldiers together, let us..."

The God of Wealth breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, thinking that as long as it was not Zhang Xiu who wanted to blackmail his magic weapon, he then stretched out his finger to calculate the money. After a moment, he stopped counting and his expression became strange.

When Zhang Xiu was standing by the window, reciting poems to maintain his personality, a voice suddenly rang behind him.

Zhang Xiu said: "Since that's the case, I'll ask Brother Hu to take off my ancestral fox fur from you!"

Hu Yangzhen was slightly stunned: "Brother Yan, what do you mean? How could your ancestral fur coat be worn on me?"

Zhang Xiu sneered and took out a pig-killing knife: "If you don't take off your skin and make it into a fur coat, how can I pass it on to my descendants in the future!"

Hu Yangzhen: "!!!"

It turns out to be such an ancestral inheritance??!
Chapter completed!