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Chen Sanlang stood straight, his hands were very steady, and his pen turned round. When the first word appeared on the white paper, the manager of Jinxianglou next to him couldn't help but secretly praise: "Good word!"

Dipping ink, writing, writing, flowing clouds and flowing water. After a while, the couple finished writing. Chen Sanlang put down his pen and ink, and sweat faintly appeared on his forehead.

When the ink on the paper was dried, the manager picked it up as usual and read it loudly: "The vegetables are nothing special, but famous chefs can cook ten kinds of brocade; the wine and meat are really delicious, and the good guests can smell the fragrance of five miles. It's right!"

The applause was warm.

This pair is easy to understand. Not only does it inlaid with the word "Jinxiang" in it, it also points out the two major selling points of Jinxianglou: one is that the chef hired by the restaurant is a famous chef from a large restaurant in Qinhuai, Yangzhou; the second is that the restaurant has a family-made secret seasoning, which has a rich and unique aroma, and is used to marinate meat, and has a first-class taste.

Chen Sanlang bowed his hand and was invited into Jinxiang Building to eat something and wait for the result.

After him, several scholars came to write couplets, which won applause.

At noon, the manager announced the end of the event and began to select and review the couplets. The person in charge of the review was an old scholar invited, who was famous in Nanyang Mansion and was fair.

A quarter of an hour later, twenty pairs that meet the requirements will be picked out, and the last one will be born. At this time, the boss of Jinxianglou appeared in person and checked and selected with the old scholar to determine which pair would hang outside the restaurant.

"Well, this is good..."

“This pair is also very good…”

After picking and thinking about it over and over again, I finally picked out two pairs with their own spring and autumn, which I couldn't handle for a while.

The audience was blocked, and scholars who participated came to see if they could win the election. As long as they entered the top 20, they would have 500 cents.

Chen Sanlang squeezed into the crowd and saw that the pair he wrote was held in his hand by an old scholar, and compared it with the one in the restaurant owner's hand. If nothing unexpected happens, choose one of the two and the winner will get a rich and moist pen with ten taels of silver.

Chen Sanlang needs this money now, so of course he hopes that he can win. However, such a suitable work, as long as he writes the topic appropriately, the level between them is similar and the difference is almost the same. Whoever wins and loses depends on the owner's mood and opinion.

Currently, the restaurant owner seems to prefer another partner.

The author of the pair had already expressed a look of joy on his face: ten taels of silver are equivalent to ten taels of coins, a considerable amount of money.

Don’t even look at the calligraphy and paintings in the calligraphy and paintings in the painting shop that are always priced at a few dozen taels, they are all fake and they are good-looking. I don’t know if I can sell one in the whole year.

The chubby restaurant owner coughed dryly and was about to announce the result. Suddenly, he heard someone say leisurely: "From me, this pair of words is better."

The restaurant owner was quite unhappy when he was disturbed. He looked up and saw a middle-aged scholar with a slightly black face and thick eyebrows. He looked at Chen Sanlang's couplet and was slightly distracted.

"Divid Cao?"

The old scholar recognized him and screamed in surprise.

The restaurant owner was stunned: If you divide Cao Gong, which divide Cao Gong...

The restaurant manager was smart, so he quickly ran to the boss's ear and whispered a few words. The restaurant owner suddenly realized and immediately smiled: "The visit of Cao Gong has really made the store shine brightly. Hurry up, go in and take the seat!"

Zhou Fencao waved his hand and said, "I just passed by, and then took a look."

The restaurant owner refused to miss the opportunity to interact with famous scholars and asked quickly: "Did Mr. Cao just say that this couplet is better?"

Zhou Fencao looked at it and nodded slightly: "Yes, who is the author? Can you come out and see me?"

The restaurant manager pulled Chen Sanlang from the crowd happily, but he remembered Chen Sanlang deeply.

Zhou Fencao looked at Chen Sanlang: "It turns out it was you, and then he became terrifying!"

Chen Sanlang was stunned: "Do you know me?"

"I didn't know each other before, but now I should be considered acquainted. I just drank on Sanxian Building, and Master Du of Xuezheng is here, talking about you..."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was shocked.

Who is a third-rank official in a state? If you can be kept by such a big shot, then where is this weak scholar?

The eyes fell on Chen Sanlang, and it was no longer different. Many people were surprised: Since he was so big, why did he write this street-like work? If he held his own identity, he would never look down on such things. Could it be that he was itchy for a moment?

Zhou Fencao said again: "Chen Daoyuan, your handwriting seems familiar. If you guessed it wrong, I have a couplet in Chaoshan Temple, and the second couplet is 'Two trees form a forest, and the forest is prohibited. The prohibition says: "Axe and pound enter the forest at the time." It should be your hand."

Wow!

Everyone was even more uproaring - Chaoshan Temple has definitely become a major focus of the Nanyang literary world in recent years and is talked about by people. Some time ago, someone wrote a second couplet, but he didn't know who this person was and couldn't find it anymore, which was strange.

Unexpectedly, the person who matched the couple stood in front of everyone now.

When you see words and recognize people, Zhou Fencao's eyes look like a torch. Since he has said it, he is naturally sure.

Chen Sanlang did not deny it, nor did he deny it, and he answered politely: "The student is ugly."

Zhou Fencao smiled: "No, very good. This year, Nanyang College received a good student. I have something to do, so let's take the lead. If you have time, you can come to Taoranzhuang to find me."

As he said that, he separated the crowd and left.

People rushed forward and surrounded Chen Sanlang so much that he was speechless and speechless, making his ears swell and painful.

The restaurant owner was very agile to protect the pair written by Chen Sanlang tightly: Just kidding, this pair may become the restaurant's signature. If there is any damage, who will we cry to?

The crowd was crowded and there was a lot of noise, and news spread like a wind of news.

On the street, a Taoist priest wearing a gossip Taoist robe walked smoothly, with steady steps, holding a whisk in his hand, with a faint sense of being out of the world. He heard the noise of the crowd, and did not care, and only glanced at the other side casually when passing by. The next moment, he couldn't help but say "huh" in surprise.

The Taoist priest knew the scholar surrounded by the crowd. Although the other person's cheeks were a little plump, he would never admit his mistake. It just gave him the feeling that some unusual changes seemed to have taken place.

After thinking a little, the light of the pupils was revealed, and the view suddenly changed: where the naked eye was invisible, there was a curling breath on Chen Sanlang's top. One in the middle was white and smooth; around this white air, it was a wisp of breath like smoke and clouds, thin, circling and rotating, with a green color.

These blue qi represent a person's current signs of fortune. In the Qimen Xiangzhi, fortune has three colors, black, blue, and red. Black is bad luck, blue omens are smooth, and red is the most vigorous, which is also the so-called "good luck is at the forefront".

But what surprised the Taoist priest was the lifeblood in the center.

"How is it possible? I read it a while ago using the "Qi-Looking Technique" that this boy's life is obscure and gray, and it is quite shaken. At most, he will be in one's life. Why is it so smooth and firm in a short time?"

The vitality also has three colors: gray, white, and yellow.

"No, there must have been some encounters in this child recently... However, luck changes often and life is difficult to change. What kind of encounter can make it change in a short time?"

The Taoist priest's eyes flashed, and there was a sense of coldness in his eyes.
Chapter completed!