Quzhou Jiuxiu looked up at the same time, all of their faces were pale, and Mr. Lei was also sweating profusely...
He had received instructions from nobles in the capital to cooperate with Zhang Xiu in all his actions.
When the oiran resigned from the building, he was changed beyond recognition by Lin Jialiang's wonderful poem.
A poetry meeting made Lin Su rise to prominence, and he became famous in all kinds of ways. The saint directly gave him his literary roots.
But on their side, they were completely defeated!
Defeat to the extreme!
Zhang Xiu's literary world was destroyed. Once the literary world was destroyed, it meant that his literary career would be blocked throughout his life!
This is the greatest punishment for a literati, truly life is worse than death!
If it was broken by ordinary people, there is still a way to think of it. At the worst, they can find the high-level officials of the cultivating sect or the demon clan to get the magic medicine and elixir. They can also renew their literary roots and build a literary world. But Zhang Xiu was broken by a saint. Who dares to do that?
He wants to renew? Who can renew for him?
"What? I'm just stating a fact. Everything is the judgment of the Holy Master. Do you have any opinions?"
"You..." Zhang Xiu spat out a mouthful of blood, his face full of excitement, and he wanted to eat him, but he did not dare to say anything after all.
Everyone else looked at Lin Su's smiling face and suddenly felt a little scared.
Zhang Xiu is regarded as an outstanding figure of the younger generation. When something unexpected happened, he accurately grasped this boy's loopholes and forced this boy to a desperate situation in the name of "anti-poetry", which made his companions admire him to death.
At that time, everyone in the restaurant had a premonition that the Lin family was completely doomed.
But this kid turned against the wind and finally cleverly turned Zhang Xiu's accusation into the most taboo of all saints, "cutting off the root of literary education". Not only did he gain a lot of benefits for himself, he also used the hands of saints to completely destroy Zhang Xiu.
Ruined.
This guy is so scary!
Now he smiles in front of them and looks amiable, but is he still digging a hole? As soon as they jump in, they will end up with the same fate as Zhang Xiu?
Walk!
Everyone in the front row left at the same time.
The beautiful woman holding the guzheng also stood up and slowly walked towards Lin Su. Lin Su suddenly felt that all the noise around him disappeared in an instant. He seemed to be in a fairy palace, and only he and the beautiful woman were left in the world.
The beautiful woman raised her hand, took off one of her earrings, and threw it to Lin Su, accompanied by a poetic sentence:
"I will give you a golden bead to accompany me throughout my life!"
Okay, okay, Lin Su reached out to take the earring...
Suddenly, a thunderous shout came from my ears: "Hey! Monster..."
With a bang, the illusion in front of Lin Su disappeared, and the restaurant reappeared. A tall and majestic figure stood in front of him. The beautiful girl holding the zheng opposite had disappeared, leaving only a guzheng, spinning slowly in the corridor.
Fall slowly.
"Mr. Baoshan!"
The shopkeeper from Haining Tower bowed deeply.
Everyone in the venue also shouted "Mr. Baoshan".
Lin Su looked at this strong back, somewhat puzzled. Is he really Mr.? Not a pig butcher? With this figure, this momentum, and this beard that goes from front to back, it would be a pity not to kill pigs.
Mr. Baoshan slowly turned back.
Lin Su saw his front face, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a tangled beard. Judging from his face, he really matched the temperament of a butcher, but he was wearing scholar's clothes...
"Young man, do you know that you almost fell into the trap of the fox demon just now?"
Fox demon?
Lin Su's eyes widened.
"Look!" Mr. Baoshan raised his hand, holding a golden bead in his palm. On top of the golden bead, the shadow of a fox was slowly dissipating.
The restaurant owner was shocked: "The girl holding the kite is a fox demon? I'm ashamed, I'm too old to notice..."
The young people who had not left the restaurant were also shocked. The beautiful girl sitting in front of them just now, the wonderful man holding the zither who had quietly touched their young hearts, was actually a demon?
Lin Su frowned: "Why is she targeting me? I didn't offend her."
"She is interested in your talent and plans to have sex with you and suck your blood."
What? A spring breeze?
Lin Su: "Will I die?"
"That won't happen, you will be exhausted..."
Depend on!
Who is not tired after the spring breeze?
This kind of tiredness is something that all men like and are willing to do, okay?
When such a good thing happens, you old man jumps out sideways and beats the chicken with flying eggs. That's too much.
What's even more outrageous is that he is still there proudly, waiting for Lin Su to thank him.
Lin Su looked at this and that, cursed the damn feudal ethics in his heart, and bowed to Mr. Baoshan: "Thank you, sir, for your generous help..."
"Confucius said, thanking someone in vain is like insulting him." Baoshan said with a smile: "Master Lin, thanking you in vain is not acceptable!"
If it were the Lin Su in modern society, he might be able to jump eight feet high. You old guy, do you want to be a bitch? You have messed up my luck, so why do you want me to give you money? It's good if I don't fight you.
Already...
But living in the old society, he still had to respect his predecessors: "What do you want?"
"poetry!"
Several people who had reached the door of the restaurant also stopped at the same time.
Mr. Baoshan is a man of great literary talent! At the same time, he is also a great poet who is famous for his poetry and has a free and uninhibited personality. It is really unheard of for such a person to disdain ordinary people's poems and ask others for poems.
Mr. Baoshan said: "You use swords as poems and leave colorful poems. If you use wine as poems, what kind of masterpieces can you write?"
With a bang, everyone in the restaurant became excited...
Will Mr. Lin write poetry again?
If you write another good work, it will be the biggest event in today's literary world. How lucky you are to witness the birth of a poem that has been passed down through the ages?
This is the excitement of literary talents.
The shopkeeper of the restaurant is even more excited. Isn't wine the brightest sign of the restaurant? If a famous article about wine appears in the restaurant, wouldn't Haining Restaurant be famous all over the world?
It must be said that the person who runs the restaurant has the most sensitive sense of smell. He stretched out his hand, grabbed the person next to him, and immediately brought the best wine...
In an instant, eight maids filed in each with a bowl of wine and formed a large circle, surrounding Lin Su in the middle.
Lin Su's expression changed: "What do you mean?"
In modern Miao territory, there is a custom of drinking wine when welcoming brides. Could it be that this bad habit has spread to this world through time and space? He is not allowed to go out without drinking alcohol? If he was to drink so much wine, he would have to go out sideways...
…
The shopkeeper smiled and said: "The third young master is a man of extraordinary poetry. Haininglou is willing to add more good stories to the young master. These wines are for the young master's entertainment..."
"Come on, how can your sour plum soup help?"
The shopkeeper's face suddenly twitched...
"Okay, okay, why don't I write a song? Just don't force me to drink..."
Everyone's face twitched...
The shopkeeper was overjoyed, but his face turned bitter...
A beautiful woman took the lead and presented the precious calligraphy paper in front of Lin Su...
Lin Su picked up the pen and turned his head to look at Mr. Baoshan: "Before I start writing, I have a question to ask Mr. Baoshan. You just said... Confucius said, thanking someone in vain can be insulting. Which family did it come from?
Classic? Why do I always feel weird? It seems to be incompatible with the classics of the Holy Word."
Yes, yes, all the scholars feel deeply in their hearts...
Mr. Baoshan said: "It's just that it's incompatible with the holy scriptures. This is what a friend of mine said. He is a businessman and his name is Li Jinzi!"
The faces of everyone in the audience were twitching...
Because his name is Li Jinzi, so when he farts, it is also called Li Jinzi...
Lin Su was completely speechless, okay, okay, I won't ask anymore, I will write poetry!
Pen down!
"Grape wine luminous cup..."
As soon as the first line of the poem came out, there were three flashes of white light!
Everyone's breath was completely held at the same time. Oh my god, another miracle has happened...
"If you want to drink Qingzheng, hurry up..."
The silver light is dazzling. In the silver light, the "Qingzheng" war drum is playing, the cavalry is faintly visible, and in the quiet and beautiful night, great changes are about to happen...
"Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield.
How many people have fought in ancient times?"
The colorful glow suddenly covered the entire restaurant. Outside, on the river tide, there seemed to be a fierce fighting, heroic and sad, but there was a wisp of wine fragrance penetrating...
Lin Su's pen was suddenly empty, and the newly formed poem fell into the hands of Mr. Baoshan. He picked up the poem manuscript with his left hand, and rowed with his right hand. A huge boat character appeared, turned into a boat, fell into the middle of the river, and broke through the waves, leaving behind
Next sentence: "This is the thank you gift you gave me, I accepted it, haha..."
"Old guy! This is something from the restaurant, leave it to me!" Suddenly there was a roar from the top of the restaurant, and with a swish sound, a figure walked away in the air and appeared on the top of Mr. Baoshan's boat, a sword light going straight.
Cut off the mountain.
Wow! Lin Su’s eyes lit up. Who is this? A swordsman?
Holding the mountain hand together, a big seal suddenly appeared in the air. The seal was dense and dense, like a giant net. The sword light was obliterated in the giant net, but the giant net was also obliterated by the sword light. The vision of the two people fighting disappeared at the same time.
Shan and another old man stood face to face on the river.
"Ding Hai, do you want me old face? This is obviously the boy's thank you gift in return for me, but you dare to snatch it away?" Baoshan said.
"This is obviously about the wine in this building."
"It's ridiculous. If you use wine in a restaurant as the title, the poem should belong to you. Then if he uses your daughter as the title, does your daughter belong to him?"
"Can!"
What? Baoshan is so surprised.
Lin Su's eyes were wide open, these two old guys must keep their word!
The topic changed, and Ding Haidao said: "Baoshan, this poem is named after wine, so it should naturally belong to the restaurant. It's useless for you to take it. You are just addicted to alcohol and don't sell wine at all. How about we discuss it? Give me the poem.
, I promise you ten years of top quality wine, free of charge!”
Ten years of top quality wine, free supply?
Doesn't this hit the vital point of an alcoholic's life?
"On the contrary! If you don't show my favor today, I will ask all the restaurants under my control not to sell you any wine. You will never be able to buy a drop of wine in Quzhou..." Ding Hai made another vicious threat.
Everyone was stunned.
Baoshan, famous people all over the world.
Ding Hai, a business tycoon and a spiritual master himself, actually fought to such an extent over a poem.
Baoshan shook his head like a rattle: "Ding Hai, if a man of the Ming Dynasty doesn't tell secrets, I will never give this poem to you! But...but we might as well discuss another way..."
any solution?
Lin Su didn't know what the two said, but the two old men came back from the river side by side and looked at him with twinkling eyes. He was still a little wary. What did the two old men mean?
Why do I think you are trying to figure me out?
"Third Young Master, look at what's going on..." Ding Hai rubbed his hands gently in front of him: "Brother Baoshan and I have been friends for twenty years, and we turned against each other because of one of your poems. So did you.
A kind-hearted person must not want to see such a scene, right?"
Lin Su blinked his eyes: "Actually...how should I put it? I am quite willing to see such a scene." This is the truth. One is a man of literature and the other is a cultivator. How can these two masters fight against each other?
Wonderful? You can’t see it in movies or TV shows.
Damn it! Why don’t you, kid, play your cards according to the routine?
Ding Hai choked...
Baoshan spoke: "Forget it, let me tell you! Third Young Master, a drinker, is best suited for chanting. Writing one song means writing, and writing two songs means writing. Since Boss Ding has spoken, just write one for him.
!It doesn’t need to be too good, it’s almost okay.”
Lin Su rolled her eyes at him, "I knew there was nothing good you two old guys talking about in secret. Sure enough, they were all targeting him!"
"Mr. Baoshan, you are a senior scholar. You should know that poetry also needs to be brewed. Three poems a day is really difficult..."
Yeah!
Baoshan nodded.
Everyone around them nodded.
They were afraid of Lin Su. If Lin Su really killed him three times in one day, it would be very shocking and would make all the scholars in the world doubt their lives.
Fortunately, this evildoer finally had a time when his poetic talent failed.
But Ding Hai caught the business opportunity: "I don't want the Third Young Master to write now. As long as the Third Young Master agrees, it will be fine in ten days and a half."
Lin Su hesitated.
Ding Hai struck while the iron was hot: "If Third Young Master has any conditions, you might as well speak up!"
Conditions? Haha, this is what you are waiting for!
Lin Su raised his eyes and stared at the precious calligraphy paper he had just used...
Ding Hai, such a transparent person, immediately said: "One holy incense, two top-grade precious pens, and ten pieces of precious paper, give them to Mr. Lin!"
The figure in the restaurant flashed, and a beautiful woman appeared, holding a tray in her hands. In the tray were a holy incense, two precious pens, and ten precious papers.
The scholars on the periphery all had golden eyes.
This plate of things are all treasures in the eyes of scholars. Things that cannot be bought are given away for free!
Comparing one person to another is really irritating. At this moment, the dilapidated Lin family seems to have returned to its highlight moment... This chapter has been completed!