"Brother Xue, I'll leave this to you... If it works, you can take the Poem Demon King Chang Ling back to Yibo Tower first. If it doesn't work... then come to Xuanhe Village to find me.
."
After finishing his instructions, Li Mo looked at the sky, made some calculations and said again.
"Ah? Mr. Lang wants to..."
Although he had memorized the poem taught by his husband just now, he still felt a little uneasy in his heart.
"I'll go to Xuanhe Village, and I'll have nothing to do if I stay here."
Li Mo told Xue Song not to worry too much and just do whatever he wants. As long as Wang Changling stays in Dongdu in the near future, he will have a chance.
"Then...Okay, sir, be careful."
Xue Song finally nodded and recited the poem silently in his heart.
"Um!"
After that, Li Mo stopped staying and left the place of poem fighting.
Since he decided to let Xue Song come forward, he should completely hide behind the scenes. Only in this way would the scribes in Dongdu think that he was just a storyteller in Yibo Tower and had nothing to do with Yibolou and the Poem Demon King Chang Ling.
Direct relationship.
An Lushan's men and horses and the Li family will not pay attention.
.......
One stick of incense...two sticks of incense....
As time went by, Li Chaowei still did not come out of the pavilion, which made many scribes increasingly look forward to the final result.
Is there hope?
After all, neither Mo Xu nor Liu Yun stayed in the pavilion for such a long time before.
The same was true for Jiang Yunyi and Xu Shan under the willow tree. Especially for Jiang Yunyi, the previous worries began to slowly disappear and his confidence returned to him.
Turning his head, Jiang Yunyi looked at Xu Shandao,
"Boss Xu, don't worry, my nephew is strong..."
"I can tell, but..."
Xu Shan touched his chin. He didn't know why, but now he felt that he had less and less hope of recruiting this seventh-level poetry demon.
"But? No but...my nephew can definitely..."
Seeing this, Jiang Yunyi waved his hand, trying to appease Xu Shan.
But at this moment, the middle-aged man in front of the pavilion suddenly made a move. After he stepped forward and listened for a while, he came to the pavilion and shouted loudly, "Li Chaowei and Li Langjun of Yunyi Book Club are defeated! Please invite me."
Next person!"
In the blink of an eye, Li Chaowei was seen staggering out of the pavilion from the other side, looking lonely, shaking his head repeatedly, as if he was lost.
Moreover, after he walked out of the pavilion, he did not join Jiang Yunyi and others but walked directly towards the city gate.
"What? It's a pity to lose!"
Jiang Yunyi's hand stopped in mid-air, and his expression froze instantly, like five thunders striking his head. His eyes were full of disbelief, and he swallowed the words that came to his lips.
There was obviously hope, but I didn't come out after going in for so long, so why did I suddenly fail!
This was a big deal worth two thousand taels of silver, and it was just gone?
"Shouldn't...shouldn't..."
Jiang Yunyi murmured to himself and actually rubbed his eyes, trying to confirm whether he was in a trance and made a mistake.
However, facts are facts and cannot be changed.
Li Chaowei has drifted away.
for a time,
Annoyance, disappointment, heartache...all kinds of emotions filled Jiang Yunyi's heart.
"Really defeated!"
Next to him, Xu Shan's face turned darker and darker.
In fact, he had a bad premonition long after Liu Yun and others were defeated. Now that he knows the result, it is a pity that there are not many surprises.
However, my dissatisfaction with Jiang Yunyi suddenly increased a lot.
"Boss Jiang, please be more honest when you speak from now on, and don't brag about your nephew again!"
After regaining consciousness, Xu Shan threw up his sleeves and left.
What's the point of staying here after Li Chaowei lost? But he didn't completely fall out with Jiang Yunyi at this time. Although Li Chaowei lost, the man just now made it clear that Li Chaowei was reluctant to lose! In other words, Li Chaowei still has some skills.
Distinguished.
If he turns against him now, he will cause some trouble for himself in the future if he goes to the Western Capital to deliver books for reward and win over the scribe.
If there is no hope of recruiting this master, it is better to go back and take care of Zuixian Tower. You can't block both ends.
"Boss Xu... I'll visit you later..."
Jiang Yunyi was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He glanced at Li Chaowei who was walking away and had no choice but to say nothing to Xu Shan. He casually raised his hands and chased after Li Chaowei.
Although he failed in the poetry contest, his nephew was still very hopeful about sending books to Xidu.
"Chaowei...Chaowei...wait for uncle!"
...
Xu and Jiang were disappointed, but the scribes who watched the excitement gave Li Chaowei a high evaluation.
"Reluctant to lose? It seems that Li Chaowei is quite capable."
"Well! The man in charge has never used such words before. When you have time, you must read Li Chaowei's "The Biography of Liu Yi"
"Hey... Li Chaowei was defeated. It is estimated that this poem battle may have ended here. It seems that there are no more talented scholars in Dongdu than them."
"should be!"
"By the way, the recent Journey to the West by Muran Publishing House is even more exciting. Maybe the Mr. Li family..."
"Forget it, Mr. Li Jialang, he is good at teaching, but he is not good at poetry and poetry!"
"well!"
With emotion, many scribes also planned to leave here and return to the Eastern Capital.
Without it,
Just because the middle-aged man in front of the pavilion shouted loudly for the next person, but unfortunately no one answered after calling several times.
Mo Xu, Liu Yun, and Li Chaowei have all been defeated, who else can give it a try?
However, the crowd had not gone very far when a confident voice sounded in front of the pavilion,
"I'm willing to give it a try!"
This immediately caused everyone to stop and look back.
"Hmm? At this time, there is still someone who wants to challenge the Shi Mo? What kind of scholar is he and what kind of confidence does he have? Is there really a master?"
However, when he saw the outfit of the person standing in front of the pavilion, he couldn't help but frown.
"What's going on...Looks like he's dressed like a martial artist. Does he want to challenge the poetry demon?"
"That is, he is obviously a martial artist, but he still wants to fight poetry with the demon of poetry."
"The woods are really big these days and there are all kinds of birds."
"Bullying no one in our literary world?"
"I guess I'm just joining in the fun."
That's right, the person who appeared in front of the pavilion was none other than Xue Song. At this moment, he had memorized the poem that his husband had taught him by heart. When no one came forward, he stood up.
When he heard the sarcastic comments from those scribes, he ignored them. Completing the tasks assigned by his husband was his first priority.
...
"This gentleman is..."
The middle-aged man in front of the pavilion did not look down on Xue Song because of his dress, he still smiled and nodded.
"I am the owner of Xia Yibo Restaurant, Xue Song!"
"welcome!"
The man made a gesture of invitation.
"Thank you!"
Xue Song collected his thoughts and stepped into the pavilion.
Xu Shan had already walked a long way with seven or eight attendants, but when he heard the words "Yi Bo Lou", he stopped abruptly.
"The Lord of Yibo Tower? Xue Song? No, the Lord of Yibo Tower is not Qin Fang?"
For a time, Xu Shan had too many questions.
After coming back to his senses, he could no longer care much and immediately surrounded him again with his entourage.
...
Just like that, the pavilion became lively again, especially those literati. They really wanted to see if the owner of this restaurant would come out from the other side in despair as soon as he entered.
I must give him a good ridicule after I come out.
However, contrary to expectations, the imagined scene did not appear.
One stick of incense, two sticks of incense...three sticks of incense...
After more than half an hour, the middle-aged man in front of the pavilion finally made a move and cleared his throat.