I Turned Out To Be a Peerless Expert

　　 The maid took small steps in front, and said: "This time, the guest, sister, you have to be prepared, I'm afraid it's a bit strange."

　　 "Huh? Could it be..." Xiangxiang frowned her eyebrows.

　　 The maid laughed in a low voice, "Don't think about it, it's not that strange. This time the guest is a woman. It's probably our lady's famous name, and even women like you."

"I just saw the appearance of the guest. It should be the Jian Xiu on Buyun Mountain. He is quite inferior to the man's demeanor, and he is very willing to make money. If you treat the lady well, you may not have to face those stinky men in the future. It."

"Woman..... Jian Xiu..." Xiang Xiang pursed her lips, grabbed the puppet in her arms, and sighed: "It's not easy to redeem oneself. Even a pig killer doesn't like me like a red-blooded person, people. Qinghao hooked his fingers and ran away."

　　 "Lady, people will have an old day, so you have to plan for yourself." The maid whispered.

　　 Xiangxiang made an ‘um’ and straightened out his hair.

　　 Then he opened the door of the show room.

　　 It was not an official who was waiting for her in the Grand Master's chair, but a slim, slender, long sword, and a mature and wise beauty in his eyes.

　　 The woman was dressed in the robes of the elder Bu Yunzong, and she was sitting there drinking tea, her gestures and gestures were awe-inspiring, giving Xiangxiang a kind of inexplicable panic, as if the whole person had been seen through.

　　 "Little girl Xiangxiang, how do you call the guest?" Xiangxiang lowered her head, with a smile on her face, and moved closer and poured a glass of wine for the woman.

　　 She has never accepted a female guest, so she can only try to get close to a male guest.

　　 Although this may not work, the ghost knows how to get along with this kind of distinguished guests, with a very high cultivation base, and strange hobbies.

　　 "My name is Zhu Qiongyu." Zhu Qiongyu pushed her hand away and said lightly: "I don't drink, and I have no other meaning. I just come to ask you something."

　　 "There is a butcher named Li, who came here today, didn't he look for you?"

　　 "Huh?" Xiang Xiang was taken aback, her face dropped in an instant, and she smiled reluctantly: "Here...he didn't find me, now Fanghua Xiaozhuli probably dislikes me for being so elegant."

　　 Knowing where Li Xuan was, Zhu Qiongyu picked up the sword and left, looking up and down, but suddenly heard the woman behind him ask:

　　 "Did he...did he commit something?"

　　 turned around, she keenly noticed a trace of worry from Xiangxiang's expression, and it was a bit complicated.

　　‘Is it possible that the legendary expert still has a hidden relationship with this woman of the wind? "Zhu Qiongyu did not answer her directly, but said: "You go with me and tell me about this butcher Li on the way."

　　 "Also, the puppet in your arms, can you lend me a look?"

　　...

　　 Inside Fanghua Xiaozhu.

　　 Young Master Chang's eyes were frozen, and he looked at the piece of rice paper on the opposite table.

　　 "Linjiang Fairy · Rolling Yangtze River East Passing Water"

the river is long and tempestuous, it was like a hero.

　　 Success or failure turned around.

Aoyama is still there, How Many Suns.

　　The white-haired fisherman is on the Jiangzhu River, I am used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze.

　　 A pot of muddy wine and happy meeting.

　　 Many things, ancient and modern, are in the middle of a joke.

　　 "Can you let the students take a look?" Chang Gongzi walked to the front first, ignoring that he even knocked over the wine glass and the gown was soaked, and respectfully performed the courtesy.

　　 Li Xuan nodded slightly, motioning him to look casually.

　　 Young Master Chang tremblingly held up the paper for fear of crumple.

　　 He was in a daze, and it took a long time to take a sigh of relief, "Poetry can be a country, and the characters are vigorous, and it is also... only these handwritings are worthy of the first draft of such a verse."

　　 Lu Rui has never seen Master Chang as gaffes as today. He used to be polite and gentle and jade-like temperament. Even if this poem is really superb, there is no need to be so exaggerated, right?

　　 "Is that so good?"

"What do you know?!" Chang Gongzi's voice was a little hoarse, "This is the first draft of the Zhenguo poem. If it is sent to the great Chu where Confucianism prevails, Dazhou, it can be replaced by one...no, two cities. !"

　　 The so-called eternal quatrains, why they are called eternal quatrains, is precisely because they can stand out from the vast verses and shine in the long river of history.

　　 Every song can be met but not sought, and the first draft is even more impressive.

　　 The smile on Lu Rui's face froze, and the noble temperament disappeared.

　　 Now, the fool understands that the man in front of him has a temperament like the stars in the sky, but he is lying on the drinking man in burlap and linen. Where is the butcher, he is clearly a secluded scholar!

　　 This extraordinary temperament finally has an explanation.

　　 A group of scholars who had separated greatly were also embarrassed.

　　 "Let's see if you want." Li Xuan waved his hand and didn't care much.

　　 The reaction of these people, he thought it was normal.

When China Central Television broadcasted "Three Kingdoms", I could hear this poem every day. It was naturally very good. It is not surprising that these scholars who danced and used ink were shocked at all. Li Xuan was a young boy and saw this poem for the first time. It’s the same feeling.

　　 impassioned, desolate and sad, and finally returned to calm and indifferent.

　　 If there is a word to describe it, it is that the wonderful frog seed ate the wonderful crispy corner and entered the Mickey wonderful house-wonderful home.

　　 It's a pity that when he crossed that year, he went to the Confucian Academy at the first stop. After all, being a copyist was much simpler than other cultivation methods.

　　 However, he couldn't even be born with the slightest literary spirit. Even if the poems he wrote were shocking the world, he was just writing a poem.

This is a very strange thing, because all people can produce a literary spirit. As long as you read poetry and books, you can produce the first literary spirit. There has never been a person who can't be born with the slightest literary spirit. Li Xuan can only attribute it to him not belonging to this The world is ignored by Wenquxing's glory.

　　 "Whether success or failure turned around was empty...Yes, in the end it was nothing..."

　　 Lao Zhang repeated this poem, and suddenly felt that today's wind was also noisy, and there were old tears flowing out of the corner of his eyes.

　　 This poem was written for myself.

　　 In the first half, it was about the passing of time. There are so many heroes in ancient times, and I am just a drop in the ocean. Why should I always care about the success or failure of the year?

　　 In the second half of the time, I let myself go. It's better to have a drink with him and let go of my burden. As long as I become an immortal and sit and watch the clouds rise and fall, these things will not be taken to my heart.

　　 "Only the person among the gods can be so free and easy, if it weren't for the predecessor to give the poem to wake up, I don't know when I will understand this truth."

　　 Lao Zhang picked up the wine glass, touched the glass that Li Xuan handed over, raised his head and drank it, his eyes sighed, free and easy.

　　 The young man with a horse face gave a ‘huh’ and cautiously said: “Poetry is naturally excellent. It’s just used to write the sword head of Buyun. Isn’t it not very appropriate?”

　　 "I think it's very appropriate." Lao Zhang glanced at him faintly, lightly tapped the bamboo pole in his hand, and gently pulled the rice paper into his hand.

Outside the door, Xiangxiang walked very quickly with small steps. Behind UU Reading www.uukanshu.com was a graceful woman in her early thirties. She looked a little anxiously among the crowd. After seeing Li Xuan, He walked quickly and whispered:

　　 "The surname is Li, someone is looking for you, haven't you caused anything lately?"

　　 "Problem?"

　　 Li Xuan was asked, Xiangxiang should be angry with herself now, how could she ask such a question.

　　What can my pork guy mess with...

　　 By the way, Lao Zhang is still here. The woman on the opposite side does not know me, but looking at her costume, she is obviously from Buyun Mountain. Is it possible that Lao Zhang's younger generation is looking for him to take him away?

　　 After all, Lao Zhang said before that he has a family, but his family is usually very busy and doesn't take care of him very much, so he went to the small shop to accompany Li Xuan.

　　 After all, blood is thicker than water. The family found out that Lao Zhang is missing. Must be very anxious now, right?

　　Actually, after a few days of getting along, this old man and Li Xuan got along quite well. If he is left in the shop, he will be a little bit reluctant...

　　 Li Xuanzheng thought, Zhu Qiongyu walked slowly, passing his eyes with a little scrutiny, and then bowed to the old Zhang Yingying, even if it was a concerned greeting, there was a hint of coldness in his voice:

　　 "Master, what's the matter with you?"

　　 Li Xuan stayed slightly, the figure next to her, her aura, if this woman puts on glasses, a small suit, and high heels, she is definitely the legendary ‘beauty witch’s teaching director’.

　　 But Dayan and Dali's scholars all shrank their necks together, and hurriedly lowered their heads, like a shivering little chicken.

　　 This woman is too famous...

　　Bu Yunzong commandment elder—Zhu Qiongyu.

　　 Wait, what did Zhu Qiongyu call this old man just now?