Simulation of all things: Copper skin and iron bones at the beginning

Before coming, the leader of the clan, Liu Shenfeng, specifically mentioned that Gusu Zhongqi was in his later years and had given up martial arts to follow literature and liked to dance, write and write. He set up a trap in front of the door and asked visitors to write on the sand table.

Only those who can write particularly well are qualified to enter his house.

At this moment, it seems that it is indeed true!

"Well, can advanced calligraphy allow me to enter?"

Wei An pondered for a moment, then stepped forward, arrogantly pushing past the next person in line, and stood in front of the sand table.

"Hey, why did you jump in line?"

The man was a young man with a square face, wearing Confucian clothes and a turban on his head. At first glance, he looked like a scholar.

After being cut into the queue by Wei An, the square-faced young man immediately yelled angrily.

"Someone jumped in line?"

"Don't jump in line, get rid of him!"

"Those who jump in line should be more conscious and don't force us to use violence!"

Other people in line stretched their heads and looked around, shouting and yelling with indignation.

Wei An ignored those people and picked up his bamboo pen.

The middle-aged man in blue shirt looked at him, frowning slightly, but did not stop him, as if he acquiesced to his behavior of jumping in line.

"Master Liu, do you see this?"

The square-faced young man ran to the sand table and complained to the middle-aged man in blue shirt.

The middle-aged man in green shirt was silent for a moment and said calmly: "You two can solve your problems by yourselves."

When the square-faced young man heard this, his face became angry, and then he started to roll up his sleeves and gnashed his teeth.

Wei An didn't even look at him, and said calmly: "Strength is respected in the world of the Great Zhou Dynasty! The strong do not need to queue up! I advise you to respect yourself."

The light tone showed strong confidence. The square-faced young man stopped rolling up his sleeves, and his face turned blue and white.

At the end, he rolled up his sleeves and said: "A gentleman talks but does not act. Fang is a scholar and is not as knowledgeable as someone like you."

Wei An laughed and said, "You are the only scholars who can express your resignation in such an elegant way."

The square-faced young man's face turned red and he was speechless for a moment.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man in green shirt couldn't help but smile. He looked deeply at Wei An and said, "You can write now."

Wei An picked up the pen and wrote a line of words:

"When prosperity occurs, the people suffer; when it dies, the people suffer."

This was the biggest impression he had on what he saw and heard along the way.

The powerful class dominates and dominates;

The lives of the people at the bottom are like straw.

The middle-aged man in green shirt suddenly narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but look at Wei An again.

Originally he thought Wei An was just a rude and reckless man, but he didn't expect that he turned out to be a great talent.

The square-faced young man standing aside, his eyes widened, looked at the words on the sand table, then looked at Wei An, the anger on his face quickly disappeared.

Buzz!

The sand table shook, and the words written by Wei An slowly disappeared, and another line of words appeared:

The master of calligraphy has not tried his best.

The middle-aged man in blue shirt shrank his pupils, bowed and said solemnly: "It turns out that you are a master of calligraphy. I am disrespectful and disrespectful."

The square-faced young man took a deep breath, hurriedly adjusted his clothes, bowed solemnly, and said in panic: "Fang is short-sighted, please forgive me, master."

The people in the queue at the back were unaware of the situation and started talking about it when they saw this scene.

Wei An frowned slightly.

What is "not trying your best"?

When he was writing just now, he clearly showed no reservations, fully displaying his calligraphy skills.

But why did Jinxiu Sandbox decide that he, Wei An, had not used all his strength?

"Is it possible that my calligraphy can be improved, but I just don't know it?"

Wei An's mind moved.

However, what if the calligraphy goes one step further and can reach the first level?

Wei An disagreed and walked straight into the castle gate.

"Master, please come this way."

Inside the door, a young maid came out.

She bowed her hands and brought Wei An to a table covered with red paper not far away.

"Master, please register." The young maid opened the registration book and gestured.

Wei An glanced at the record in front of him and wrote: Zhang Sanqiao, Pantian Sect.

"It turns out that Master Zhang is an expert from the Pantian Sect. You are welcome to come."

The maid couldn't help but become a little more enthusiastic, "Please go this way, I'll arrange your stay first."

Wei An is incompetent.

The two of them walked forward along an open stone road.

The further forward, Wei An found that the space inside the castle became more open and bright, and the layout was well-proportioned. The waterside pavilion, singing platform, painted pillars and carved beams, whether it was every plant or tree, or the rockery and flowing water, were all gorgeous and unusual, or rare. A rare antique at first sight.

"As expected of a wealthy family, with rich heritage and high taste." Wei An thought about it. This was his first time entering a wealthy mansion, which was an eye-opener.

Not long after, Wei An entered a separate courtyard.

The young maid introduced: "This courtyard is specially used to entertain distinguished guests from various sects. It can accommodate ten distinguished guests. You are the seventh one to stay."

Wei An understood and asked, "Who else lives here besides me?"

The young maid responded: "From Liangzhou, there are Ruhua Buddha from Xuankong Temple, Xu Gengdao from Tianzhenguan, Wusong, the God of Drinking Doors, and the other three are Chu Gaoge, a student from Haoran Academy in Qizhou, and the Sword Master from Jianzhou. Zhu Hongxue, one of the descendants, and Miss Zhao Xiu from the Five Immortals Sect."

Wei An couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

The people from various sects who came to celebrate their birthday were all representative figures. On the contrary, Pantian Sect was a little too casual and chose a nobody like him to come.

But I don’t know how the Gusu clan will view this matter.

"Xu Gengdao is here too..."

Wei An paused for a moment and said in surprise: "Tianzhenguan has been very high-profile recently, forming a demon-slaying alliance in an attempt to fight against Prince Liang. Your Gusu family still has contacts with them?"

The young maid naturally knew the grudges between Pantian Sect and Tianzhenguan, and said with a smile: "First of all, the Gusu family has never been involved in the fights between sects; moreover, the Gusu family is only loyal to the royal family and is not a minister of Prince Liang. , Prince Liang’s matter has no direct relationship with the Gusu family.”

"..."

Wei Anxin understood this and couldn't help but sigh: "This is the style only a famous family can have."

The young maid opened a door and said with a smile: "Master Zhang, this is your room. You can take a look first. If you are not satisfied with anything, you can tell me."

Wei An turned around and saw that the room was so luxurious that it was beyond reproach. He said calmly: "It's acceptable."

The young maid continued: "There will be a dinner party in the evening, and the old patriarch will receive you then."

"it is good!"

Wei An sat down in the room, put away the gifts he carried, and took off his dirty robes and shoes.

After a while, the young maid brought bath water and a new set of clothes. She was dressed in snow-white Confucian clothes, very much like a scholar.

Wei An took a bath, washed away the dust from his body, and put on a white Confucian dress. His whole body suddenly had that romantic charm with white clothes like snow and fluttering clothes.

Boom boom boom!

At this time, there was a knock on the door.