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Noon the next day.

Gusu City, Qifeng Tower.

The lower three floors of the restaurant and the surrounding area were already overcrowded, and many well-known literati and poets had been waiting for a long time at the Chinese Valentine's Day Poetry Festival held in the attic on the fourth floor.

The Chinese Valentine's Day Poetry Festival is a big day for Gusu City. Gusu City is famous for its large number of study rooms, so not only people from local study rooms, but also scholars from other places come here to visit.

Due to the presence of many famous study rooms, people in the city usually enjoy reading. Even if they don't necessarily have a high level of poetry, most of them can appreciate and comment on it.

As the poetry meeting approached, the people watching around began to talk uncontrollably, and the atmosphere became extremely lively.

"Isn't the city lord here yet? I can't wait any longer."

"Yes, last year's Chinese Valentine's Day Poetry Competition produced many excellent works, especially the Wenbi Pavilion, which is affiliated with the academy. At that time, many students were invited directly from the academy, and they were all top-notch artists from the academy!"

"Yes! Compared to Wenbi Pavilion, although Shuliuzhai was still second last year, the gap in the middle has widened."

"Is it different this year? There is Mr. Xiao Su in the study room. I heard that Mr. Xiao Su is the only one out of the study hall this time."

"Is it Su Shan who wrote Journey to the West? He can also write poetry?"

"I just heard that it seems that Shuliuzhai will take first place this year!"

While everyone was discussing, people from Shuliuzhai and Wenbi Pavilion met unexpectedly outside Qifeng Tower.

Master Zhao glanced coldly at Nie Yuan, the master of Wenbi Pavilion opposite, "Huh! I brought a lot of people with me, but I just don't know how many of them can get on the stage?!"

"Haha..., that's better than Shuliu Zhai, which has no successor, huh! Every year, you have to rely on Zhao Zhai's cheating to barely get the second place. I don't know how you have the face to say this! Why? ? Master Zhao is also planning to go into battle in person this year? Haha..."

As soon as Nie Yuan and Zhao Zhaizhu met, they were full of excitement. Su Shan secretly glanced behind Nie Yuan and saw all the Confucian scholars in white shirts behind him. They were all in their early twenties. It seemed that he should have invited him. The so-called academy disciples.

At this time, the surrounding onlookers became more eager to talk when they saw this scene. They all opened their chat boxes and discussed with each other excitedly.

"Did you see that? Those white-clothed Confucian scholars are the people from the Capital Academy. Haha... It's interesting this time. Look, Mr. Sun, who wrote the Wonderful Travels of the Great Jin Dynasty, is here too!"

"Huh? Is that Mr. Sun who quit his job but was suppressed by Journey to the West and could hardly sell his books?"

"Yes, look at him. When he looks at Mr. Xiao Su, he looks like he wants to eat him alive. It's really scary!"

"Haha... It's interesting to watch this time. I just don't know what level Mr. Xiao Su is. This poem would be more interesting if it were more intense."

However, the audience who are relatively neutral compared to these topics, some supporters of Wenbi Pavilion who jumped out from nowhere, and fans of Dajin Qi Travels are not so polite, and they do not care about the people of Shuliuzhai. Right before his eyes, he was criticizing so blatantly.

"Humph! Give it back to Mr. Su! He's just a random guy who can write about monsters and ghosts! Writing poetry? Is he worthy of it?"

"That's right, I don't know what the trend is in Gusu City these days, so a shabby book like this is spread! It really damages our reputation in Gusu!"

"The most ridiculous thing is that there are still people expecting that kid to attend this poetry meeting? Does he dare? Without that little ink in his belly, I don't think he dares to go up and embarrass himself!"

"That's right! Hehe... This Su Shan just goes up and lets the academy students take care of the points. I don't even need the academy students to take action. I think Mr. Shan Sun can cure him!"

"That's right, he's just an opportunistic kid! Let's show him his true colors this time!"

Su

When Shan heard these words, he couldn't help but frown. Logically speaking, judging from the atmosphere he had been wandering around the city observing these days, this shouldn't happen?

However, after Su Shan took a closer look at who those people who questioned and belittled him were, he understood everything...

He has an impression of these boys. Didn't you mention that they are from Wenbi Pavilion? !

I saw you when I went to Wenbi Pavilion that day! !

Still covering your face?What are you pretending to be? !

Could it be...?

These bastards in Wenbi Pavilion, are Teemo's hired sailors? !

So fashionable?

Faced with the questioning voices around, there were also many people who were grievances for Su Shandao, but they were instantly drowned in a group of organized and disciplined sailors outside the restaurant!

There were even a few little girls who were so angry that they cried on the spot...

At this time, Tang Yan, who followed Su Shan to watch the fun, also noticed something about Duan Mi, "Su Shan, these are just some tricks they used to dispel your momentum."

"I understand!" Su Shan's face turned blue as she listened to the constant questioning like mosquitoes around her.

At this moment, the Lord of Gusu City arrived.

As an important figure in the finale, Gusu City Lord Bai Xiaochuan, as the largest local leader, naturally had to calculate the time and arrive last.

The people in Shuliuzhai and Wenbi Pavilion took the initiative to get out of the way after seeing the city lord. Nie Yuan, the master of Wenbi Pavilion, smiled and said: "City lord, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Su Shan couldn't help but sneer in her heart, "I've been waiting for you for a long time. You, Tee Mo, just came to fight with Zhao Zhaizhu!"What to pretend to be? !

Bai Xiaochuan was a middle-aged man about the same age as Nie Yuan. He nodded and said, "We haven't seen each other for a long time. Pavilion Master Nie and Master Zhao are still the same. They still want to have a fight when they meet." What does it look like? Haha..."

Master Zhao didn't hide it at all. He snorted coldly at Nie Yuan, and then said: "The city master is joking. Even if he is beaten, he has to dare to respond, right?!"

Hearing this, Bai Xiaochuan laughed even more, "Master Zhao is still like this, his style is still the same!"

"Ah! Which of these two is Mr. Xiao Su?" Bai Xiaochuan looked at Su Shan and Tang Yan behind Master Zhao and asked suddenly.

Upon hearing this, Master Zhao showed a somewhat proud look on his face. He glanced at Nie Yuan who was not far away, then pushed Su Shan to the front and introduced: "This is my nephew Su, the secretary of our Yajian Sect. The palace’s proud disciple!”

"Haha..., good. I found that Journey to the West very interesting after reading it. Mr. Su Xiaochuan is really a great talent!" Bai Xiaochuan praised without hesitation.

But at this moment, the Journey to the West fans who had just been suffocated by the group of sailors suddenly seemed to have found a backbone!

Did you see it? !Even the city lord praised it, how dare you question it? !

Immediately, several people rushed forward, pulling Su Shan's sleeves and saying, "Mr. Xiao Su, your Journey to the West is really well written. I like it very much. I will always support you!"

"Yes! We always support you!"

"Always support you!"

Su Shan comforted several little girls who had just cried in anger, and then couldn't help but turn to look at the people in Wenbi Pavilion...

I saw them looking at the situation in front of them with disdain on their faces, but this attitude could not hide their livid faces!

Ha ha……

From Wenbi Pavilion!Did you see it?What's this? !

This is the call from the bottom of the hearts of the broad masses of the people!

Hired sailors?

What the hell? !