Da Bong fights more people

Didn't Xu Qi'an die in battle in Yunzhou? After more than a month, it's impossible that the capital didn't get news.

At this moment, Fuxiang cheered in surprise: "Xu Lang!"

The young man in Tsing Yi led Xu Qi'an into the hospital, walked to the hall, and said: "It's not a villain who picks things up, that master is much more popular than you.

"I asked the sisters in the courtyard about it. Hu, this master is a legend. The number one scholar in Yuanjing's 37th year, for some reason, he resigned from office and became a quack.

"Afterwards, he shined brilliantly and became famous in the capital. He was hailed by Duke Wei as the number one swordsman in the capital."

Xu Qi'an stopped abruptly, thinking what the hell, number four is in there?

What's the matter with the champion of Dafeng, are all the old drivers of Jiaofangsi?

No. [-] knew that I was my old cousin, and knew that I had died in Yunzhou. Now that I am not dead, when I turned around and talked about Li Miaozhen in the Dishu chat group, I would think of the fact that I was induced by "No. [-]" to die socially. Xu Qi'an never expected that social death would come so quickly.

"Xu Lang!"

Amidst Fuxiang's voice of surprise, Xu Qi'an discovered that social death came faster than he imagined.

In the hall, the drinkers and oirans all turned their heads, and their eyes fell on him.

Given the current situation where No. [-] and No. [-] are at war, they probably wouldn't take the initiative to chat. Xu Qi'an suppressed all his emotions in an instant, stepped into the hall with a smile on his face, and bowed:

"I'm bothering you all."

All the officials present showed smiles, shouted "Master Viscount", and warmly greeted him to take his seat, as if they knew Xu Qi'an very well.

The oirans were more surprised.

"Xu Lang."

Fuxiang smiled like a flower, led him to a seat, and poured wine attentively.

When Xu Qi'an took his seat, he looked back and found that Zhong Li was gone.

She must be hiding somewhere, but don't stay too far away from me, otherwise the Jiaofang Secretary may be burned tonight. Thinking in my heart, Xu Qi'an looked at No. [-] and looked at him openly.

Number four is a handsome and handsome guy. A strand of white hair on his forehead adds to his charm.

Chu Zhuangyuan was also examining Xu Qi'an, among other things, just because of his appearance, he believed that the watchman in front of him was No. [-]'s cousin.

The two brothers are both talented and handsome.

How did he survive? Chu Zhuangyuan nodded and said, "Chu Yuanzhen, the words are true."

Xu Qi'an cupped his hands: "Xu Qi'an, the name is Ningyan."

The next thing is to play wine orders, Wen Qinghuakui Xiaoya is responsible for acting as the order officer, from pairing to poetry solitaire, it is a joy to play.

The only regret is that Xu Qi'an didn't participate, but let Fu Xiang around him do it for him, and he only cared about drinking and eating meat by himself.

Xu Qi'an's visit to Jiaofang Division this time was to visit Fuxiang, seeing her in high spirits and rosy complexion, he believed that it was really just a small cold, and he was just worrying about it.

"Such a beautiful day, Master Xu really didn't write a poem?" An official was not reconciled and encouraged Xu Qi'an to write a poem.

Xu Qi'an excused it by saying that his writing was exhausted.

Not only the officials present were disappointed, but also the oirans felt sorry.

In fact, it's not that he didn't want to write poems, but that he didn't think of when to write poems.

Today Wei Yuan gave him a mission, which is to mediate among them, to prevent No. [-] and No. [-] from colliding with each other, and let them fight to the end.

In this way, he had to increase his favorability with No. [-] first.

"Brother Chu, yesterday I heard from my colleagues in the yamen that due to the imminent dispute between heaven and man, Li Miaozhen, a disciple of the Tianzong sect, is about to go to Beijing. And you are the sword cultivator of the Renzong sect." Xu Qi'an paused and did not continue, but the implication was obvious .

Number four Chu Yuanzhen smiled and said, "I will represent Renzong and fight against Tianzong's disciples."

He knew everything about Xu Qi'an, he had befriended Li Miaozhen when he was in Yunzhou, and he was a Tongluo who was valued by Wei Yuan, so it's not surprising to know these inside stories.

Xu Qi'an took advantage of the situation to look at the long sword leaning against the wine table, and asked curiously: "Can I let my younger brother see the sharpness of this sword?"

Chu Yuanzhen shook his head: "Ever since losing to Zhang Kaitai, this sword has never been unsheathed."

"That's over, the sword is rusted to death in the scabbard." Xu Qi'an blurted out.

"What?" Number four was taken aback.

"My little brother means why the sword doesn't come out of its sheath."

Chu Yuanzhen had a gentle smile, without putting on airs, and answered every question: "I am cultivating the sword energy. If the sword does not come out, it will be sharp, and if it comes out, it will be very sharp."

Xu Qi'an nodded slowly, suddenly inspiration came, he held the wine glass, frowned, pretending to be in thought.

"What's wrong?" Four asked.

Xu Qi'an said leisurely: "Previously I was exhausted and couldn't write good poems, but after listening to Brother Chu's words, my writing and thinking suddenly surged, and I couldn't help but want to write a poem."

The eyes of the drinkers and oirans lit up "shua", looking at them with burning eyes.

Number four was a little surprised, a little pleasantly surprised, straightened his sitting posture, "All ears."

ps: The code came out before 12 o'clock, so I changed it first.

Chapter 35 The Blame Man

As more and more poems were copied, Xu Qi'an gradually figured out the knack of "showing the sage" as a scholar, answering what others ask, this is something that melon skin can do.

Be sure to whet your appetite, whet your appetite.

Just like it is now, from number four to the drinker, from the drinker to the oiran, and from the oiran to the maid serving at the banquet, they are all watching him, waiting and waiting.

In full view of everyone, Xu Qi'an got up and paced in the hall. After seven steps, he stopped and said leisurely: "Ten years of sharpening a sword."

Chu Yuanzhen was startled, he just said that he was raising a sword, Xu Qi'an immediately said this, and he didn't run away, this poem was written for him.

No. [-] was immediately moved. He had never met Xu Qi'an before, and after a few chats with him, he was willing to compose poems for him. It was really ashamed to be so friendly and enthusiastic.

No. [-] is a chivalrous and courageous scholar. Although he has some minor problems of chasing profit, he is generally a person worth making friends with.His cousin is more honest-hearted than him, and he is indeed a brother.

At the same time, Chu Yuanzhen thought of the example of Layman Ziyang, and his heart became a little hot. He is also a scholar and loves poetry. When he encounters such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, he has no reason not to look forward to it.

Xu Qi'an looked around at the crowd, and read out the second sentence: "Shuangren has never tried it."

After ten years of sharpening a sword, the frost blade has never tried. The officials present chewed on this poem, smiling and their eyes shining.

This couplet has a neat antithesis, whether it is charm or artistic conception, it is like Xu Qi'an's previous poems, but the charm of poetry is not only the charm and artistic conception.