Vol 2 Chapter 35: Back Pot Man

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As more and more poems were copied, Xu Qi'an gradually found out the tricks for scholars to "show saints". You can answer what others ask, this is what Guapi can do.
Be sure to lift your appetite, lift your appetite.
As it is now, from the number four to the drinker, from the drinker to the oiran, from the oiran to the maid serving at the table, all are looking at him and waiting.
With all eyes in sight, Xu Qi'an got up and paced in the hall. After seven steps, he paused and said leisurely: "Ten years to sharpen a sword."
Chu Yuanzhen was stunned. He just said that he was raising a sword, Xu Qi'an immediately made this sentence, and he didn't run away. This poem was written for him.
Number Four was immediately moved. He had never met Xu Qi'an before, and after a few words of joy, he was willing to compose poems for him. He was so kind and enthusiastic that he was ashamed of him.
No. 3 is a valiant scholar. Although he has some minor problems in pursuit of profit, he is generally a person worthy of friendship. His cousin is more old-fashioned than him, and he deserves to be a real brother.
At the same time, Chu Yuanzhen thought of the example of the Ziyang layman, and his heart was slightly hot. He is also a scholar and loves poetry. When encountering such a rare opportunity, there is no reason not to look forward to it.
Xu Qi'an looked around and read the second sentence: "Shuangblade has never tried."
After ten years of sharpening a sword, Frost Blade has never tried... The officials present chewed the poem with a smile and bright eyes.
This couplet is neat and tidy, no matter the charm or the artistic conception, it is like Xu Qi'an's previous poems, but the charm of the poems is not only the charm and artistic conception.
Ten years of sharpening a sword, Frost Blade has never tried!
In a short sentence, the lofty ambition is on paper. Ten years of sharpening a sword, this pretentious spirit can only be written by a young man like him.
Chu Yuanzhen's eyes were bright, and he straightened his waist unconsciously, his body half lying on the table, his whole body leaning forward, looking forward to the next page.
It's so appropriate, it's so appropriate.
Over the years, he traveled north and south, opened his horizons, and cultivated sword energy. This human sect's best magic weapon has always been hidden in the scabbard and has not been displayed.
It will eventually come out of the sheath, but Chu Yuanzhen himself has not thought about what will happen in the future, let him draw out this sword.
It wasn't until Renzong Dao's first flying sword passed on the book recently, calling him back to meet Tianzong disciple Li Miaozhen, Chu Yuanzhen suddenly realized that he was waiting for this time.
It's just that there is so much regret in my heart that this sword will be earth-shattering when it comes out of its sheath.
"What is the Federation of Xia League? Under what circumstances will it be released after ten years of hard work?"
Chu Yuanzhen muttered in his heart, full of eagerness to "learn from".
At this time, Xu Qi'an shook his head and sighed: "The Xialian has not planned yet."
"!!!"
"Well, why is this gone? It can't be without, how can a poem only have the upper couplet."
"Master Xu, don't be willful, we are still waiting."
"What is Xialian, think again, think again..."
In the hall, everyone's eyes widened, unable to accept this fact.
Xu Qi'an spread his hands and returned to the banquet with the wine glass, and said helplessly: "I really didn't think about it. Let me do half of it first, and I will make up the other half for Brother Chu later.
"...It can only be this way." Chu Yuanzhen said disappointedly.
Everyone reluctantly accepted this result.
The wine drinking order continued. Although Ya Ling was elegant, but the atmosphere was slightly weak, Fuxiang proposed a punch, and everyone agreed.
The oirans accompany the drinkers to punches and have a great time.
"Why don't we play the pitcher."
Chu Zhuangyuan, who was not accompanied by a beauty, suggested.
This banquet was designed for him. He is the protagonist of the banquet, and he has the final say.
The rules for pitching pots are very simple. Put a pot in the hall. The drinkers will each have three arrows. Those who miss it will be fined. The shooter can order anyone in the court to drink.
After a few rounds, this group of officials with not low status drank a little, and gradually changed from game participants to bystanders, and then from bystanders to cheering crowds.
Only Xu Qi'an and Chu Yuanzhen were throwing pots on the court, and each one must hit. The two seemed to be angry, and neither of them would admit defeat.
The oirans waved their flags and shouted, Xu Qi'an and Chu Yuanzhen shot, and they cheered loudly, their cheeks flushed with excitement.
Such a wonderful pitching matchup is very rare.
In the beginning, the oirans were able to treat them fairly and did not favor any side. Slowly, the twelve oirans divided into two camps. One supported Chu Yuanzhen, and the other was a fan of Xu Qi'an... All Xu The women who slept in Qi'an, Fuxiang, Mingyan, Xiaoya, etc.
"There is no way to tell the outcome, I suggest blindfolding." Xu Qi'an said.
Chu Yuanzhen pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Even if you are blindfolded, you must hit every shot. My suggestion is that each person has 20 arrows. Whoever finishes the shot first wins."
Can play!
The alcoholic and oiran's eyes lit up and they all agreed.
Fuxiang ordered the maid to take the silk scarves and blindfolded them. Xu Qi'an found that the silk scarves were hazy and light-transmitting, and the outline of the barnacle could be vaguely seen.
He turned around silently, his back to the court.
Chu Yuanzhen was taken aback, smiled and shook his head, and turned his back.
The atmosphere on the court became more active, not only masked, but also turned around. They had never seen this gameplay before.
"How to play this." Ming Yan said softly, "Who can vote for it!"
The other oiran chuckled, "Which one of the two adults can win, Ming Yan will take care of whom tonight."
Ming Yan blushed with a "bah" and secretly looked at Xu Qi'an.
Xu Qi'an habitually hilariously, and laughed blindfolded: "If you don't succeed, you won't be successful, and there are too few winners. I want you all."
The oirans were not at all shocked, and responded with a grin: "Sir Xu Minger is afraid that he is not going to support the wall to the Yamen Yingmao."
There was a burst of laughter, Yingying Yanyan.
"No. 3 declined my proposal, looking like a serious person who never went to teach Fangsi, his eldest brother, but the opposite."
Chu Yuanzhen sighed in his heart that Xu Qi'an was indeed a romantic person, and he was like a fish in the water at Jiaofang, and was more open than any scholar.
Jiaofangsi and brothel are more of a place for socializing for the current scholar-bureaucrats, drinking and socializing with colleagues and classmates. Restaurants are places where common people go. For those with real status, the first choice is Jiaofangsi.
The talented oiran serves as a magistrate, and there is a delicate and well-behaved maid serving wine.
But the scholar-bureaucrats took care of their faces and wouldn't be too ridiculous, this Xu Qi'an was different.
"Being a ghost under the peony flower is also romantic!" Xu Qi'an hugged the fragrant waist.
The sudden golden sentence made everyone present secretly admire how this person's talent is so terrible, good sentences and good poems are just right.
If this person is studying, he will become a great scholar.
Xu Pingzhi is not a son of man.
"Boom!"
An arrow accurately dropped into the barnacle, interrupting the crowd's divergent thoughts, and returning their attention.
Xu Qi'an, who had voted for one, smiled and said, "Brother Chu, it's starting."
"Good!" Chu Yuanzhen responded lightly.
While speaking, he casually threw an arrow back and hit it accurately.
"Wow......."
Ming Yan exclaimed, his eyes widened.
咚咚咚...
Xu Qi'an and Chu Yuanzhen each had one arrow, every shot must be hit, and every one hit, the oiran exclaimed, feeling an eye-opener.
Throwing the pot is just a small game, but it was played out by the two.
One by one, when Xu Qi'an finished the tenth one, Chu Yuanzhen had already cast 13 and only seven were left in his hand.
When Xu Qi'an had five in his hand, Chu Yuanzhen had only two in his hand.
It seems that the outcome has been divided.
Fuxiang and Mingyan's oiran who supported Xu Qi'an gloomed, unable to hide their disappointment.
And the oiran who supported Chu Yuanzhen applauded in advance, and gave applause to the twenty-seventh year of Yuanjing.
The officials who were on the sidelines seemed to have expected this result long ago, but their smiles were the weakest.
Chu Yuanzhen was a legend. When he was still a student, he stood out among his classmates. He was outstanding in talent and appearance. Then he abandoned his writing and practice. No one liked him. A close friend cut off his robes with him.
But who would have thought that in just a few years, he would soar into the sky and challenge the golden gong to open up. Although he was defeated, Wei Yuan was hailed as the number one swordsman in Beijing.
Such a peerless genius, in their opinion, is naturally much better than Xu Qi'an who can investigate cases.
At this time, Chu Yuanzhen had already thrown the penultimate arrow and entered the pot accurately.
Fuxiang pursed her lips, retracted her gaze from the barnacle, and took a look at Xu Qi'an. She was surprised to find that the corners of the man's mouth were gently raised........ She was familiar with this expression. Every time Xu Qi'an was proud, it would be slightly Provoked the corners of the mouth.
Is he sure? !
As soon as his thoughts came up, Fuxiang saw what could be called an absurd scene. Xu Qi'an threw the five arrows in his hand at the same time. They drew a neat arc in the air and entered the pot perfectly.
The five arrows have only one sound: Boom!
The hall fell into silence for an instant, and a pair of eyes rolled round.
This is also OK?
"Ah..." Ming Yan cheered, and threw himself into Xu Qi'an's arms excitedly: "Master Xu, the Nujia loves you to death."
Floating fragrance frowned again and again.
"It's amazing [Liancheng fo]." A yushi exclaimed.
"It turns out that throwing pots can also be played like this, which is eye-opening." Another official smiled and agreed.
The oirans looked at Xu Qi'an's eyes suddenly full of admiration.
Chu Yuanzhen took off the silk scarf and smiled, "It's amazing."
The banquet lasted until the beginning of Haishi (9 o'clock in the evening). The oiranes yawned again and again, got up to say goodbye, their skirts floated and their bodies were light.
Although a little sleepy, the beauties still feel unfulfilled. They think that there is Xu Qi'an and the banquet with the first swordsman in the capital is too interesting, but it is a pity that such a high-quality guest can't meet every day.
Ming Yan secretly wrote in Xu Qi'an's palm, seduce him to his Qingchi courtyard, but was stabbed with a few words lukewarm by the fragrance, and then driven away.
Chu Yuanzhen did not stay overnight at Jiaofang Division, so he left. Xu Qi'an personally sent him out of the hospital.
Number Four is too indifferent and free and easy, and has the character of a scholar...I can't find a chance to let him die socially...Xu Qi'an looks at the back of the swordsman in blue, in his heart It's a pity.
However, scholars have their weaknesses, such as poetry.
He hid the Xialian first and waited for the right time to take it out.
Leaving the maid to clean up the mess, Fuxiang took Xu Qi'an's arm and entered the bedroom. Xu Qi'an was sitting at the table drinking tea. When her ears moved, she heard Zhong Li's voice.
He turned his head and glanced at the screen, her graceful shadow was reflected in the candlelight, cast on the screen, one by one, dresses were removed and replaced with light gauze.
While taking a bath, Xu Qi'an suddenly said:
"Redemption for you in a few days."
Fuxiang froze for a moment, and Lingxiu's eyes flashed with complex colors, which quickly settled, and chuckled: "Xu Lang has just become a viscount, and now the concubine has a bad reputation for you."
"Yes." Xu Qi'an said with a smile, hugging her slippery waist.
After the shower, he and Fuxiang rolled on the bed. When the young white robe came in and out, he heard a "click", followed by a sense of weightlessness.
The bed collapsed.
Fuxiang exclaimed and entangled Xu Qi'an, his big long legs like a white python hooked his waist tightly, shocked.
.......Zhong Li, I am looking for Jianzheng to return the goods!
Xu Qi'an was furious.
...........
Out of Yingmei Xiaoge, Chu Yuanzhen swiped his sword, and the long sword on his back seemed to come alive, free from the like a fish, and stopped in front of him.
Chu Yuanzhen stepped on the scabbard and said softly, "Go."
The long sword paused slightly, pierced the night sky suddenly, and rose straight up.
The moment he flew into the night sky, Chu Yuanzhen felt countless eyes locked on him in the capital, and then moved away. The gaze that made his back chill the most came from the towering star-gazing tower.
He quickly left the inner city and flew towards the south of the outer city.
If I remember correctly, Hengyuan on the 6th was in the Yangshengtang. He lowered his height and searched for a long time, finally found the Yangshengtang in Nancheng.
Chu Yuanzhen was not a native of Beijing. He studied at the Imperial College, and has been living in the inner city. From now on, I have lived the outer city where the poor gather.
Pressing the sword head, he landed lightly in the courtyard of the Yangshengtang. As he leaped down the scabbard, he heard the sound of chanting Buddha's name from under the eaves:
"Amitabha."
Chu Yuanzhen held the hilt of the sword, inserted the sword back into the back of the sword pouch, and followed the sound. In the darkness under the eaves, standing a monk in blue and plain navy, with a burly stature, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a rigid face .
"Master Hengyuan?" Chu Yuanzhen greeted with a smile.
"It's a poor monk, the benefactor is number four?" Hengyuan folded his hands together, quietly examining him.
The two people who met for the first time did not behave very calmly. They were neither close nor unfamiliar. Hengyuan led Chu Yuanzhen into the room, lit the oil lamp, and took out an altar of wine from the bed and turned out two porcelain bowls. Simply wipe off the dust with your sleeve.
Chu Yuanzhen never said no to wine. The wine was ready to dry, but he was a little curious: "Can a Buddhist disciple drink?"
Hengyuan replied calmly: "Monks are not afraid of meat."
There is also a subtext in this sentence: monks do not need to keep the precepts.
"I saw number three today."
Chu Yuanzhen regretted not bringing peanuts, wine but no food, and felt that something was missing.
Hengyuan nodded.
"No. Three pretended not to know me... With his ingenuity, I believe he recognized me at that time, and for some reason he pretended not to know."
Chu Yuanzhen shook his head helplessly, and said, "The eighth-rank cultivation state, the cultivation base is a little shallow."
However, he knows the secret of No.3, which is related to the sub-temple's rushing into the sky. When dealing with No.3, he cannot simply look at the surface.
Master Hengyuan took a sip of wine and said in deep thought: "Compared to No.3, the poor monk is more in love with Master Xu. You may not know that he did not die in Yunzhou..."
After explaining Xu Qi'an's resurrection on the 6th, Chu Yuan nodded: "Although the bodily pill is good, it is too restrictive. He can survive by his own luck.
"I just met Xu Qi'an in Jiaofang Division. I have a good impression of her. I think I have heard you have discussed it too many times in the fragments of the ground book, and I am not unfamiliar with him."
After a pause, No.4 smiled and said: "I haven't gotten along with No.3, but Xu Qi'an really has an appetite for me."
After drinking the dirty wine in the jar, Chu Yuanzhen asked to see the child. After reading it, his expression was rather depressed.
"Although I don't like Buddhism, they have a saying that is quite right. The world is like a sea of ​​suffering, and all beings are struggling in the sea of ​​suffering." Chu Yuanzhen said with emotion.
Master Hengyuan glanced at him.
Chu Yuanzhen said hurriedly, "No offense."
Hengyuan then retracted his gaze.
"Three days later, we will try the second game. Let's go and see the number three together." Hengyuan said: "The number three is not willing to disclose his identity with us. He said that if we meet, we only need to laugh at each other."
"That's it." Chu Yuanzhen suddenly realized.
.........
As time passed, three days passed.
When the sky was bright, Xu Erlang, accompanied by his family, arrived at Gongyuan.
"The Ninth Grade of Confucianism has the ability to never forget. This test is for Jingyi, and Erlang must be stress-free." Xu Qi'an patted his shoulder and encouraged.
Xu Ershu and Auntie smiled.
According to Jiro himself, the strategy questioning on the first day played very well, he was already good at strategy questioning, and there were no big problems in the second time.
In the eyes of the second uncle and aunt, Erlang has become a tribute.
Xu Xinnian raised his chin slightly, and said proudly: "There are a lot of students from all over the world. Don't be negligent. There may be better people than me."
There may also be... Xu Qi'an said in a heart that you are better at pretending to be.
Saying goodbye to his family~EbookFREE.me~ He walked to the gate of the Gongyuan and planned to line up to enter the venue. At this moment, a loud voice came from his ear: "Amitabha."
Xu Xinnian looked sideways and saw two people standing on the side of the street. One was a burly monk and the other was a swordsman in a blue shirt.
Seeing his opinion, the monk and the swordsman both showed secret smiles.
.......Xu Xinnian's face froze, lowered his head, hurriedly returned to his father and elder brother, and suddenly felt a sense of security in his heart.
"Father, eldest brother, I suspect that someone wants to plot against me." Xu Xinnian said solemnly.
Upon hearing this, Xu Pingzhi raised his eyebrows, his eyes flashing like electricity: "Who?"
He is the guard of swordsman patrolling the city, and he knows that a large number of knights from the rivers and lakes have poured into the capital recently, which is an extremely unstable factor for public security.
The most obvious thing is that there are more gentlemen in Liang Shang. Those who have spent all their money in the capital and have no money to make a living, the first choice is theft and robbery.
"A monk, a swordsman." Xu Xinnian looked back and pointed somewhere behind.
Xu Qi'an looked for a moment and said, "Where is anyone?"
"???"
Xu Xinnian showed a look of horror: "I was there just now."
"Okay, I also said that you have no pressure. I think you have hallucinations." Xu Qi'an patted the little brother on the shoulder and said:
"Erlang, don't pay attention to people who you don't know and behave strangely."
As he said, he put his hand behind Xu New Year's back.
Xu Erlang looked at his back and said in confusion, "Big Brother, what does this mean."
"It's okay, help you back the pot."
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PS: Today’s cleaning was over, I was soaked, and I felt dizzy and almost passed out. I hurried to turn on the air conditioner to help me.....My life was given by the air conditioner. It's so hot.