Wubei South Street in Xicheng is a courtyard with three entrances, covering an area of about three acres!
In the third courtyard, there are two soldiers in front of the door holding guns. They stand as straight as guns and their eyes are as sharp as eagles.
Ding Shisan carried a baggage and came to the gate of the third courtyard. He looked at the two soldiers and said: "Old Fourteen, Old Seventeen, tell me that I have something to ask for to see the young marshal!"
Old Fourteen said coldly: "Old Thirteen, go away, the Young Marshal won't see you! The dignified bodyguard of Mourinho actually went to the lower ranks and became a gangster. You lost Mourinho and the Black Armored Army."
people."
Ding Shisan's eyes darkened: "I know that I have embarrassed Mourinho and the Black Armored Army. I don't deserve to see the young marshal. But please tell the young marshal that I have met the sons of Brother Shanshan, and they have all learned martial arts.
Also in Jiushan County!"
"Brother Shake the Mountain!"
Their eyes lit up, but Old Fourteen still shook his head: "I will tell the young marshal, you go!"
Ding Shisan's eyes darkened and he placed the baggage in front of the door.
Old Fourteen picked up the heavy baggage and threw it back: "Your money is not clean, the young commander will not use it."
Bang!
The baggage fell to the ground and spread out, and ingots of various sizes of silver rolled out!
Ding Shisan's eyes darkened, he picked up the silver, put it into a bag and tied it up, threw it into the courtyard wall with his backhand, then ran away and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Old Fourteen was furious: "Ding Shisan, if you do this again, next time you let me catch Yinzi, I will have to break your legs!"
The silent Old Seventeen stopped him and persuaded him: "Forget it, go pick up the silver and inform the young marshal that there is news about Big Brother Shaking the Mountain!"
Old Fourteen walked into the yard!
The yard is empty, with no rockeries, trees, or streams. There are only stone locks, swords, sticks, and arrow targets. The stones on the ground are all crisscrossed with marks.
Fourteenth came to the backyard!
In the open main hall, there is a large sign with the word "loyalty" hanging on it. Below it are black armor, black knives, black spears, and black swords, all polished black and bright!
In the yard, a young man squatted slightly with a gun in hand, standing like a sculpture.
He has sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, ape-like arms and wasp waist, and there is a hint of sadness between his brows!
"Young Marshal!"
Old Fourteen stepped forward and whispered: "There is news about Brother Shanshan. His two sons have all learned martial arts in Jiushan County!"
The young marshal's sword eyebrows trembled slightly, but he still looked like a sculpture!
The soldier clasped his fists and retreated, returning to the gate!
Not long after, a carriage with white characters came to the door, and Bai Feifei handed over a gold ingot and ten taels: "Please tell me, Marshal, that an old friend is here to visit!"
Old Fourteen glanced at Jin Zi and said expressionlessly: "Young Marshal has been here for five years and has never seen any outsiders. Young Master, please come back!"
Bai Feifei was not angry either. He put away the gold and took out a jade pendant, and said with a smile: "Give this jade pendant to the young marshal. If he doesn't see us, we will leave immediately!"
Old Fourteen hesitated for a while, then finally took the jade pendant and came to the yard again.
The young man took the jade pendant, his eyes narrowed and he slowly closed his eyes: "I will accept the jade pendant and ask them to go back!"
Soldiers come out to report!
Bai Feifei was startled, returned to the carriage, looked at the girl in purple and blinked: "This man has changed his mind. He knows you are still alive, but he doesn't want to see you!"
The purple-clothed woman's eyes trembled: "You want to use me to control him!"
"You're overthinking it. The Black Armored Army has been disbanded. What's the use of me controlling him!"
Bai Feifei turned to one side, lying on the lap of the purple-clothed woman, and waved his hand: "Bring me the list of judges and candidates from the Dinglongtai Poetry Competition. I want to see if there are any that are similar to this last poetry competition!
"
"The last one!"
The woman in purple took out the list and her hand trembled: "Is something going to happen?"
"What the last term, I didn't say, you heard wrong!"
Bai Feifei's eyes rolled with hope, and he suddenly glanced at the list and was surprised: "Hey, where does this Wang Yuan come from? He can be a judge of the Dinglongtai Poetry Society. I have never heard of such a number one person in Jiushan County."
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One time when he returned to the Yang Mansion, Yang Wanli's face was ashen and he said sternly: "Draw your sword to clear the way, hurt but not kill!"
In front of the Yang family's door, there were a lot of beggars, homeless people, and scoundrels, shouting feebly, asking the Yang family to pay back the money. Some of them asked for a hundred taels directly, and most of them asked for ten taels.
Rub rub rub...
Eight of them took out their swords from their sheaths, walked directly towards the crowd, and chopped them off with their swords!
"Ah, the Yang family killed someone!"
"Run quickly!"
"The Yang family is crazy. They don't give money and they kill people!"
Someone screamed and the crowd dispersed immediately!
They are originally refugees, beggars, and poor people, and not many of them are brave!
As soon as I saw someone running away, all the courage I had in gathering people disappeared!
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of people blocking the door of Yang's house were all gone!
"mob!"
Yang Wanli snorted disdainfully, and the carriage drove into Yang's house!
"The young master is back!"
The doorkeeper shouted, and many servants and maids came out to greet him!
Yang Wanli said with a straight face: "How come it's like this, with so many people blocking the door, where is the third uncle!"
The servant knelt down and reported carefully: "The third master was so angry that he vomited blood and he hasn't woken up yet!"
Yang Wanli snorted coldly: "Send a thousand taels to the government office and ask them to thoroughly investigate who is making lies and deceive the public, and ask them to tear down all those notices!"
The servant will do it immediately!
Yang Wanli came to a bedroom and saw Yang Shuo lying on the bed waking up. He couldn't help but said: "Uncle, how could it be like this!"
"They are all that boy named Wang!"
Yang Shuo gritted his teeth and roughly explained the cause and effect.
Yang Wanli narrowed his eyes and pondered for a long time and shook his head: "Third uncle, you are wrong. A little boy and a mud-legged guy from the countryside. If he had so many means, he should have appeared before. How could he wait until now? All of this is
The Wang family is behind this in order to annex our Yang family salt industry, and the mastermind behind this is that old fox Wang Haitian!"
"Yep!"
Yang Shuo was startled to react: "No wonder Wang Haitian invited that boy to his door a few days ago and said that his knowledge surpassed him, and Yan Tongzhi even knelt down in front of that boy! It turns out that all this is because you, the old fox, are building momentum for him.
In order to push him out to be a puppet! What should we do now, that old fox Wang Haitian is not easy to deal with!"
Yang Wanli sneered: "Third uncle, don't worry. If that old fox had taken action before, I wouldn't have been able to deal with him, but now it's easy for me to deal with him and that kid!"
Yang Shuo's eyes lit up: "You have a way!"
Yang Shuo looked arrogant: "That old fox shouldn't have promoted that boy to be a judge of the Dinglongtai Poetry Society. At tomorrow's poetry meeting, I will operate on him first and trample him into the dust, and then I will do that to Wang Haitian.
The old fox took action to completely cut off their thoughts and seek justice for the Yang family!"
Yang Shuo breathed a sigh of relief: "Wan Li, it all depends on you!"
Yang Wanli said confidently: "Third uncle, don't worry. We are all little boys who don't even have the reputation of being a scholar. I'm going to step into the mud without moving my feet."
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Dinglongtai is located on the bank of Yishui River, Shili west of Jiushan County!
Before dawn, carriages left the city one after another and headed for the Yishui River, ten miles west of Dingcheng.
More than two hundred years ago, at the end of the Jin Dynasty, when the dragon and the snake set off, there was a battle to determine the world.
The founding emperor of the great cause defeated the contenders for the dragon and laid the foundation for unifying the world.
Later, the prefect built Dinglong Terrace here.
The Poetry Society is held every three years, and over more than 200 years, it has held nearly 70 events.
There was a carriage that was not very fancy. Dahu was driving the carriage, and Erhu and a group of people were following on horseback.
Wang Yuan squinted and took a nap in the car, while Hu Mengying, dressed as a handsome servant, was peeking in again.
How come you have such a brain!
He actually dug up the foundation of the Yang family all by himself.
I visited eighteen villages day and night, and persuaded so many kitchen households, Jia Tou, to unite them all. The Yang family would not pay eight cents, nor would they sell a grain of salt.
And the response from the county and city's big-character poster made her even more stunned. They could attack the enemy like this!
At this moment, she has become like Dahu, Erhu and the other villagers of Dawang Village. They don't believe that there is anything that the young master can't do!
After all, he has done too many incredible things!
The carriage stopped, and Hu Mengying pushed Wang Yuan: "Sir, we're here!"
"Let's go!"
Wang Yuan stretched himself out of the carriage, and his field of vision suddenly became wider!
There are huge white rivers with a high platform built next to them and soldiers guarding them all around!
Around the high platform, hundreds of carriages were parked. Scholars in long robes got off the carriages, there were small merchants and hawkers, and even ordinary people were watching.
Erhu and his party stayed to watch the car.
Wang Yuan took Dahu and Hu Mengying and went straight to Dinglong Terrace with the invitation for judging!
A judge can bring two followers, a Jinshi can bring one follower, and a Juzi cannot bring anyone.
Suddenly, a voice of gnashing teeth sounded: "You are Wang Yuan!"
Wang Yuan turned around and saw him.
A young man stared at him with eyes like a poisonous snake, as if there was some deep hatred between the two.
Yang Wanli said coldly: "I have a clear understanding of the schemes between you and Wang Haitian. Just wait together and your reputation will be ruined!"
Brother Haitian, Brother Haitian, what's going on here? These people must have misunderstood, but Wang Yuan didn't explain, he just darkened his eyes: "You are from the Yang family!"
The young man walked up to the high platform with his head raised and said: "You will know later!"
Hu Mengying reminded in a low voice: "Master, since he said this, he must have a plan!"
Wang Yuan raised his eyebrows: "Then we have to go, otherwise it would be a waste of time!"
Hu Mengying lowered her head helplessly.
She saw the young master's temperament and was not afraid of anything. If he didn't accept it, he would do it!
Either I'll beat you to death, or I'll kill you!
Suddenly a voice sounded: "He is Yang Wanli of the Yang family. He will make a fuss about your status as a judge later. If you are not able to dominate the audience, you will implicate Mr. Haitian!"
Wang Yuan turned his head and clasped his fists: "Thank you very much!"
A young man is extremely handsome, with a pair of eyes that are shining as if he can talk, and his skin is as delicate as a shelled egg!
If it weren't for his Adam's apple, he would have thought that this person was just like Hu Mengying, disguised as a man!
"You're welcome, I also want to see how you get through this!"
Bai Feifei smiled slightly and led the woman in purple to the high platform.
The people under my command have all found out, and it is likely that this person was the one who wrote the big-character poster.
This man was a child born in Fu County. He was originally not outstanding in knowledge and had no achievements in poetry.
But in just this month, due to the persecution from the Liu family, I could no longer hide my sharp edge.
However, what the Poetry Club needs is literary talent, not strategy. Let’s see how he gets through it!