Da Bong fights more people

Ten years of sharpening a sword, Frostblade has never tried!

In a short sentence, ambition and pride are vivid on paper.After ten years of sharpening his sword, this pretentious spirit can only be written by a character like him who has achieved his ambition at a young age.

Chu Yuanzhen's eyes were bright, he straightened his waist unconsciously, half bent over the desk, and made a posture of leaning forward, looking forward to the next couplet.

So apt, so apt.

He traveled all over the years, opened his eyes, and raised his sword energy. This Renzong's top-grade magic weapon has always been hidden in the scabbard, and has never been displayed.

It will eventually come out of its sheath, but Chu Yuanzhen himself never thought about what would happen in the future to make him pull out this sword.

It wasn't until recently that Dao Shou of Renzong sent a letter with a flying sword to call him back to face Li Miaozhen, a disciple of Tianzong, that Chu Yuanzhen suddenly realized that he was waiting for this time.

It's just how much regret in my heart, this sword will definitely shake the earth when it is drawn out of the sheath, and it is not his wish to use it to kill Li Miaozhen.

"What is the second league? After ten years of sharpening a sword, under what circumstances will it be unsheathed?"

Chu Yuanzhen murmured in his heart, full of eagerness to "learn from others".

At this time, Xu Qi'an shook his head and sighed: "I haven't thought about the next couplet yet."

"!!!"

"This, why is this gone? It can't be without it. How can a poem only have the first couplet."

"Master Xu, don't be willful, we are still waiting."

"What is the second line, you think again, think again"

In the hall, everyone's eyes widened, unable to accept this fact.

Xu Qi'an spread his hands, held the wine glass and went back to the table, he said helplessly: "I really didn't think about it, how about this, I'll make half of the song first, and I'll make up the other half for Brother Chu later, how about it?"

"That's the only way to go." Chu Yuanzhen said disappointedly.

Everyone reluctantly accepted this result.

The drinking orders continued, although Ya Ling was elegant, but the atmosphere was a bit dull, Fu Xiang proposed punching, which was unanimously approved by everyone.

The oirans accompanied the drinkers to boxing and had a great time.

"Why don't we play pot throwing."

Chu Zhuangyuan, who had no beauties around him, proposed.

This banquet is specially for him to cleanse the dust, he is the protagonist of the banquet, he has the final say.

There are rules for throwing pots. It is very simple. A pot is placed in the hall, and the drinkers each shoot three arrows. Those who miss are fined with alcohol. Those who hit the pot can order anyone in the field to drink.

After a few rounds, this group of high-status officials got slightly drunk, and gradually changed from game participants to bystanders, and then from bystanders to cheering crowd.

On the court, only Xu Qi'an and Chu Yuanzhen were throwing pots, and they were sure to hit every one. The two seemed to be angry, and neither of them would admit defeat.

The oirans were waving their flags and shouting, if either Xu Qi'an or Chu Yuanzhen made a shot, they would cheer loudly, their faces flushed with excitement.

Such a wonderful duel of throwing pots is very rare.

In the beginning, the oirans were able to treat them fairly and did not favor any side. Slowly, the twelve oirans were divided into two camps, one side supported Chu Yuanzhen, and the other side was Xu Qian’s fans were all women Xu Qian had slept with. Xiang, Mingyan, Xiaoya, etc.

"You can't tell the winner if you play like this, I suggest blindfolding." Xu Qi'an said.

Chu Yuanzhen pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Even if you are blindfolded, every shot is sure to hit. My suggestion is that each person has [-] arrows, and whoever shoots first will win."

will play!

The eyes of the drinkers and oirans lit up, and they all agreed.

Fu Xiang ordered the maid to fetch the silk scarf, and blindfolded the two of them. Xu Qi'an found that the silk scarf was hazy, with good light transmission, and the outline of the barnacles could be vaguely seen.

He turned around silently, with his back to the field.

Chu Yuanzhen was taken aback for a moment, shook his head with a smile, and also turned his back.

The atmosphere on the field became more active. Not only did they cover their faces, but they also turned around. They had never seen this kind of play before.

"How to play this." Ming Yan said softly, "Who can hit the target!"

Another oiran giggled coquettishly: "Whoever wins between the two adults, Ming Yan will serve whoever he is tonight."

Ming Yan blushed and gave a "bah", and secretly looked at Xu Qi'an.

Xu Qi'an habitually said hi, blindfolded his eyes and laughed loudly: "No, no, there are too few top prizes, I want all of you."

The oirans were not at all afraid, and responded with a smile: "Master Xu, I'm afraid he will go to the yamen with his hand against the wall tomorrow."

There was a "boom" of laughter, Yingying Yanyan.

"No. [-] declined my proposal. He seems to be a decent person who never goes to the Jiaofang Division. As a big brother, he is just the opposite."

Chu Yuanzhen sighed in his heart, this Xu Qi'an is indeed a romantic person, he is like a fish in water in the teaching workshop, he is more open than any scholar.

For the current scholar-bureaucrats, the Jiaofangsi and the brothel are more of a place to socialize, drink and socialize with colleagues and classmates, and the restaurant is a place for ordinary people to go. For those with real status, the first choice is the Jiaofangsi.

There is a talented oiran serving as the commander, and a handsome and well-behaved maid serving wine, this is the face.

But scholars and bureaucrats take their face into consideration and will not be too unrestrained, this Xu Qi'an is different.

"Death under the peony flower is also romantic!" Xu Qi'an put his arms around Fuxiang's waist.

The sudden golden sentence made everyone present secretly admire, how this person's talent is so terrifying, good sentences and good poems come out of nowhere.

If this person studies, he will become a great Confucian.

Xu Pingzhi is not a son of man.

"Boom!"

An arrow was accurately thrown into the barnacle, interrupting everyone's divergent thoughts and returning their attention.

Xu Qi'an, who finished casting one, smiled and said, "Brother Chu, it's started."

"Okay!" Chu Yuanzhen responded lightly.

While speaking, he casually threw an arrow back and hit it with precision.

"Wow"

Ming Yan exclaimed and widened his eyes.