The attendants on the side saw that the Xianzhi branch in his hand had not yet been sent out, and they couldn't help but be curious, "Your Highness, are you going back now? Are you not going to look at other Xianzhi?"

He thought Zhou Wuping was here for Zhang Huaiyu, but when he saw that he had chosen someone else, he felt disappointed and sad and had to go back.

Knowing that the other party misunderstood, Zhou Wuping had no desire to explain. He just said in despair, "Go back, there is nothing good to see."

After that, he walked towards the outside against the direction of the crowd.

Xiao Jiu failed to climb the Qiongying Terrace. His trip in the past two days was in vain, and the Xianzhi branch was also broken in vain.

Xiao Jiu didn't notice that Zhou Wuping was looking for him in the crowd, so he found a remote corner to think about the problem of the man on the stage.

Just when Zhang Huaiyu was about to walk down, he heard someone behind him let out a long breath. When he turned around, he found that it was Zhang Zhidan.

"I'll wait and see who your chosen master will be."

Hearing this, Zhang Shizhi smiled so hard that his eyebrows curled up, and the clothes on his chest were hanging loosely on his body. He was unruly and unrestrained, and he opened his mouth and stabbed, "Don't worry, he will definitely be as good as Gongsun Sheng."

After that, he also mocked Zhang Huaiyu and said, "There are so many people asking you to be my minister. You chose Gongsun Sheng. Aren't you afraid that the old man will be angry?"

Although his father asked them to take the Qianqiu Examination, Zhang Huaiyu still has the final say on his own future.

He replied coldly, "No need to worry about it."

Gongsun Sheng said nothing about the confrontation between the two, and Zhang Huaiyu turned around and left.

Little did he know that Zhang Wanshou behind him seemed indifferent, but he sighed in his heart, hoping that the person he had been observing for several days was no worse than Gongsun Sheng, otherwise he would lose this bet?

Then he thought, if he had not met Xiao Jiu by chance that night, he might have wanted to choose Gongsun Sheng today.

Gongsun Sheng is indeed an outstanding person, and his future achievements will be limitless...

After thinking for a while, Zhang Zhizhi returned to the topic. He turned his eyes to the Qingyun steps and muttered in a low voice, "Why aren't you here yet?"

"Brother Zhang, is there anyone you like?"

The scholar who was close to him heard what he said and asked curiously.

Zhang Zhizhi replied without raising his eyebrows, "What the hell are you doing? I'm waiting for someone to bring me some food and drinks, do you want to have a taste too?"

The person being criticized was speechless and said nothing more.

Zhang didn't know that he couldn't afford to offend this bastard, nor did he want to offend him. He just thought he was owed and insisted on causing trouble for himself.

No, I'm being scolded...

Several people nearby also looked at the man with sympathetic eyes, and then unanimously stood a little further away from Zhang Shishi.

Under the Qingyun steps, people who want to come here to select talents are trying their best to win one to be loyal to them. They have a lively exchange of questions and answers with the people on the Qiongying stage, but Zhang doesn't know how deserted and idle this place is.

, I didn’t receive solicitations from a few people.

The question he asked was also strange, "Why was the country founded?"

At first, a few people's answers were sent up. Zhang Zhizhi lowered his eyes and cursed them all with the word "go away", without even having the desire to write a reply.

Reluctantly, the attendant had no choice but to pass on his verbal reply.

As a result, there are no more people who want to recruit him.

Zhang Zhidao was not in a hurry, and even hummed a little tune in his mouth, "There is a weirdo in the world, who invites friends and companions. If you don't come to drink, what should I do if I beat you?"

Zhang Zhizhidao held the wine jar with one hand, tapping his knuckles lightly on the wall of the jar, with a smile on his face, "Everyone from Biandan Village to common people, peasant women, merchants, nobles, young and old, rice, flour, meat soup mixed with loess, everyone can be full."

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But then he lowered his tone again and sang, "Can't mix the soil, can't eat enough, a bamboo pole is rolled into white cloth."

"Wrapped in white cloth..."

Zhang didn't know that the sound suddenly stopped, as if it was stuck, and he didn't know how to answer it later.

At this moment, someone came up to the Qiongying Stage. He had only been chatting with a talented person on the stage for a few words, but Zhang Zhidan's weird and unpleasant tone made him have a headache, and everyone else was also annoyed.

Someone was irritated, "I don't know Zhang, if you drink, drink, can you please stop bothering us?"

Zhang Zhihuan didn't care. He was like a knife, but he smiled when he heard this and said, "I sing what I sing. If you don't want to hear it, cut off my ears or sew my mouth shut. Which method do you think is better?"

These words immediately made the others grimace.

Do you hear this method?

Obviously if he shut up and kept quiet for a while, nothing would happen, but he had to make it so bloody.

The others stopped talking. As soon as they calmed down, Zhang Zhizhi suddenly pointed his finger at them, with a look of enlightenment and surprise on his face, and said with a smile, "I rolled up the white cloth and threw it at the top of the city. People walked out of the city and asked you about your worries. No,

worry?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Immediately, the faces of several people became even more ugly. They were still worried about Zhang Zhizou.

"Zhang, don't know!!!"

Someone said angrily, with irritability visible to the naked eye.

Zhang Zhidao looked at him, but he was still laughing. His whole body was shaking with laughter and he couldn't stop, "Everyone in the world is stupid, everyone in the world is stupid..."

He has the nerve to call others stupid, and he doesn't care what kind of image he has in the eyes of others.

"madman!"

Someone cursed angrily.

Zhang Zhiquan pretended not to hear it and turned a deaf ear to it, still looking like he was going his own way and was happy.

In the mountain pavilion behind Qiongying Terrace, Kou Yuanzhi stretched out his fingers to pick out his ears, squinted his eyes and listened carefully, looking like he was old and extremely slow to react.

"Jiao Fu, what is someone singing on the Qiongying stage?"

Jiao Fu listened for a while and could vaguely hear Zhang Zhi's voice. Then his face turned dark and he repeated Zhang Zhi's nonsense.

After hearing this, Kou Yuanzhi pondered for a moment and said slowly, "Meat soup mixed with soil, bamboo poles wrapped in cloth, the city head hung white..."

"The world is in chaos..."

After the old voice finished speaking, he suddenly sighed, and the expressions of everyone present froze.

Others couldn't understand it, but he understood the hidden meaning in Zhang Wenzhen's words.

Meat soup mixed with soil refers to the fact that even if a poor family relies on a little food donated by the rich, if they mix it with soil and eat it, they will still be starved and will die.

Then there is the bamboo pennies wrapped in cloth, which is naturally the flag of the uprising. When the people rebel, the city is hung in white, which refers to the national mourning!

"I don't know Zhang...how brave he is!"

Some people gasped and slandered the country in broad daylight. They were either madmen or fools.

"But look, no one here today can hear the true meaning of his words."

There was a lot of people on the other side of the mountain. Even if you have never seen it with your own eyes, you know how lively the scene is.

Zhang Wuzhi composed such lyrics in front of them, but no one noticed or cared. For a moment, they didn't know whether they should be surprised by Zhang Wuzhi's boldness and rudeness, or by his complicated emotions.

"Zhang Zhizhi, the genius, has been wandering in Kyoto for so many years. I thought he had disappeared from the public, but today he has regained his brilliance."

Kou Yuanzhi combed his long beard one after another, thinking and puzzled, recalling in his mind the scenes he and Zhang had seen when they were young.

The young man at that time was just like his brother, with unparalleled magnificence and quick thinking, so he was praised as a genius.

"What is he doing here to take part in the Qianqiu Examination?"

Jiao Fu asked, thinking about it secretly. In fact, people who participate in the Qianqiu Examination are just seeking fame, profit, and a chance to be appreciated. But they don't lack all these things, so what is he doing?

Mr. Qingxi quietly cooked tea without saying a word. He only said one sentence at this time, "A good man no longer pretends to be a rotten wood. The only thing he can do is to choose a wise master."

"perhaps……"

"He already has someone in mind, and that person might be in front of Qiongying right now."

Jiao Fu was slightly startled and turned to look at his dean. Kou Yuan did not say a word and did not deny it. He just expressed his agreement.

He slowly put away the surprise on his face, thought for a while, and asked, "Who can see into the eyes of ghosts?"

Kou Yuanzhi replied, "I don't know, just wait and see."

Neither he nor Qi Ningyuan could imagine what kind of person a person like Zhang Wanwan would recognize as his master, and who would dare to use him?

There are more than one or two people who are curious about this question, and there are many curious people in the audience of Qiongying.

"Isn't that Zhang Zhizhi? What is he trying to do in Qianqiu?"

One person folded his arms and looked at the show, curious and surprised.

"I really asked him to board the Qiongying Stage..."

"You don't care what he does here, but Zhang doesn't know!"

As if he was afraid of mentioning this name, the person next to him answered quickly and urgently, as if he couldn't wait to get rid of the topic.

"So what happened?" someone asked.

"What's wrong?" The man chuckled and said mysteriously and sarcastically, "This means that if he goes to the Qiongying Terrace, it will be in vain. Even if he crosses the Qingyun Terrace, he won't be able to become a great person."

"Ah? What do you mean by this?"
To be continued...