Great Blue Night Watchman

Quzhou Jiuxiu looked up at the same time, their faces all pale, and Mr. Lei was also sweating profusely...

He had received instructions from nobles in the capital to cooperate with all Zhang Xiu's actions.

When the oiran resigned from the building, he was changed beyond recognition by Lin Jialiang's wonderful poem.

A poetry meeting made Lin Su rise to prominence, and he became famous. The saint granted him his literary roots.

But on their side, they were completely defeated!

Defeat to the extreme!

Zhang Xiu's literary world was destroyed. Once the literary world was destroyed, it meant that his literary career would be blocked throughout his life!

This is the greatest punishment for a literati, truly life is worse than death!

If it was broken by ordinary people, there is still a way to think of it. At worst, they can find the high-level officials of the cultivating sect or the demon clan to get the magic medicine and elixir. They can also renew their literary roots and build a literary world. But Zhang Xiu was broken by a saint. Who dares to do that? He continued? Who can renew it for him?

"What? I'm just stating a fact. Everything is the judgment of the Holy Master. Do you have any opinions?"

"You..." Zhang Xiu spat out a mouthful of blood, his face full of excitement, and he wanted to eat him, but he did not dare to say anything after all.

Everyone else looked at Lin Su's smiling face and suddenly felt a little scared.

Zhang Xiu is regarded as an outstanding figure of the younger generation. When something unexpected happened, he accurately grasped this boy's loopholes and used the name of "anti-poetry" to push this boy into a desperate situation, which made his companions admire him to death.

At that time, everyone in the restaurant had a premonition that the Lin family was completely doomed.

But this kid turned against the wind and finally cleverly turned Zhang Xiu's accusation into the most taboo of all saints, "cutting off the root of literary education". Not only did he gain a lot of benefits for himself, he also used the hands of saints to completely destroy Zhang Xiu. Ruined.

This kid is so scary!

Now he smiles in front of them and looks approachable, but is he still digging a hole? As soon as they jump in, will they end up with the same fate as Zhang Xiu?

Walk!

Everyone in the front row left at the same time.

The beautiful woman holding the guzheng also stood up and slowly walked towards Lin Su. Lin Su suddenly felt that all the noise around him disappeared in an instant. He seemed to be in a fairy palace, and only he and the beautiful woman were left in the world.

The beautiful woman raised her hand, took off one of her earrings, and threw it to Lin Su, accompanied by a poetic sentence:

"I will give you a golden bead to accompany me throughout my life!"

Okay, okay, Lin Su reached out to take the earring...

Suddenly, a thunderous shout came from my ears: "Hey! Monster..."

With a bang, the illusion in front of Lin Su disappeared, and the restaurant reappeared. A tall and majestic figure stood in front of him. The beautiful girl holding the zheng opposite had disappeared, leaving only a guzheng, spinning slowly in the corridor. Fall slowly.

"Mr. Baoshan!"

The shopkeeper of Haining Tower bowed deeply.

People all over the place also chanted "Mr. Baoshan".

Lin Su looked at this sturdy back, somewhat puzzled, is he really Mr. Not a pig butcher? With this figure, this momentum, and this beard that goes from front to back, it would be a shame not to kill the pig.

Mr. Baoshan slowly turned back.

Lin Su saw his front face, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a tangled beard. Judging from his appearance, he really matched the temperament of a butcher, but he was wearing scholar's clothes...

"Young man, do you know that you almost fell into the trap of the fox demon just now?"

Fox demon?

Lin Su's eyes widened.

"Look!" Mr. Baoshan raised his hand, holding a golden bead in his palm. On top of the golden bead, the shadow of a fox was slowly dissipating.

The restaurant owner was shocked: "The girl holding the kite is a fox demon? I'm ashamed, I'm so old and careless..."

The young people who had not left the restaurant were also shocked. The beautiful girl sitting in front of them just now, the wonderful man holding the zither who had quietly touched their young hearts, was actually a demon?

Lin Su frowned: "Why is she targeting me? I didn't offend her."

"She is interested in your talent and plans to have sex with you and suck your blood."

What? A spring breeze?

Lin Su: "Will I die?"

"That won't happen, you will be exhausted..."

Depend on!

Who is not tired after the spring breeze?

This kind of tiredness is something that all men like and are willing to do, okay?

Such a good thing happened, and you old man jumped out sideways and beat the chicken with flying eggs. It was too much.

What's even more outrageous is that he is still there proudly, waiting for Lin Su to thank him.

Lin Su looked at this and that, cursed the damn feudal ethics in his heart, and bowed to Mr. Baoshan: "Thank you sir for your generous help..."

"Confucius said, thanking someone in vain is like insulting him." Baoshan said with a smile: "Sister Lin, thanking someone in vain is not acceptable!"

If it were Lin Su in modern society, he might be able to jump eight feet high. You old guy, do you want a dog-like face? You've messed up your luck at last, so you still want me to give you money? It would be nice if I don’t fight with you...

But living in the old society, he still had to respect his predecessors: "What do you want?"

"poetry!"

Several people who had reached the door of the restaurant also stopped at the same time.

Mr. Baoshan is an expert in literature and art! At the same time, he is also a great poet who is famous for his poetry and has a free and unrestrained personality. Such a person simply disdains ordinary people's poems. It is really unheard of for him to ask others for poems.

Mr. Baoshan said: "You use swords as poems and leave colorful poems. If you use wine as poems, what kind of masterpieces can you write?"

With a bang, everyone in the restaurant became excited...

Will Mr. Lin write poetry again?

If you write another good work, it will be the biggest event in today's literary world. How lucky you are to witness the birth of a poem that has been passed down through the ages?

This is the excitement of literary talents.

The shopkeeper of the restaurant is even more excited. Isn't wine the brightest sign of the restaurant? If a famous article about wine appeared in a restaurant, wouldn't Haining Restaurant be famous all over the world?

It must be said that the person who runs the restaurant has the most sensitive sense of smell. He stretched out his hand, grabbed the person next to him, and immediately and quickly brought the best wine...

In an instant, eight maids filed in each with a bowl of wine and formed a large circle, surrounding Lin Su in the middle.

Lin Su's expression changed: "What do you mean?"

In modern Miao territory, there is a custom of drinking wine to welcome brides. Could it be that this bad habit has spread through time and space to this world? Are you not allowed to go out without drinking? If he was to drink all the wine, he would have to go out sideways...

The shopkeeper smiled and said: "The third young master is a man of extraordinary poetry. Haininglou is willing to add more good stories to the young master. These wines are for the young master's enjoyment..."

"Come on, how can your sour plum soup help?"

The shopkeeper's face suddenly twitched...

"Okay, okay, why don't I write a song? Just don't force me to drink..."

Everyone's face twitched...

The shopkeeper was overjoyed, but his face turned bitter...

A beautiful woman took the lead and presented the precious calligraphy paper in front of Lin Su...

Lin Su picked up the pen and turned his head to look at Mr. Baoshan: "Before I start writing, I have a question to ask Mr. Baoshan. You just said... Confucius said, thanking someone in vain can be insulting. Which family did it come from? Classic? Why do I always feel weird? It seems to be incompatible with the classics of the Holy Word."

Yes, yes, all the scholars feel deeply in their hearts...

Mr. Baoshan said: "It's just that it's incompatible with the holy scriptures. This is what a friend of mine said. He is a businessman and his name is Li Jinzi!"

The faces of everyone in the audience were twitching...

Because his name is Li Jinzi, so when he farts, he is also called Zi...

Lin Su was completely speechless, okay, okay, I won't ask anymore, I will write poetry!

Pen down!

"Grape wine luminous cup..."

As soon as the first line of the poem came out, there were three flashes of white light!

Everyone's breath was completely held at the same time. Oh my god, another miracle has happened...

"If you want to drink Qingzheng, hurry up..."

The silver light is dazzling. In the silver light, the "Qingzheng" war drum is playing, the cavalry is faintly visible, and in the quiet and beautiful night, great changes are about to happen...

"Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield.

How many people have fought in ancient times? "

The colorful glow suddenly covered the entire restaurant. Outside, on the river tide, there seemed to be a fierce fighting, heroic and sad, but there was a ray of wine fragrance penetrating...

Lin Su's pen was suddenly empty, and the newly formed poem fell into the hands of Mr. Baoshan. He picked up the poem manuscript with his left hand, and rowed with his right hand. A huge word "zhou" appeared, turned into a boat, fell into the middle of the river, and broke through the waves, leaving behind Next sentence: "This is the thank you gift you gave me, I accepted it, haha..."

"Old man! This belongs to the restaurant, leave it to me!" Suddenly there was a roar from the top of the restaurant, and with a swish sound, a figure walked away in the air and appeared on the top of Mr. Baoshan's boat, with a sword light going straight. Cut off the mountain.

Wow! Lin Su's eyes lit up, who is this? Sword fairy?

Holding hands together, a big seal suddenly appeared in the air. The seal was dense and dense, like a giant net. The sword light was wiped out in the giant net, but the giant net was also wiped out by the sword light. The vision of the two people fighting disappeared at the same time. Shan and another old man stood face to face on the river.

"Ding Hai, do you want me old face? This is obviously the boy's thank you gift in return for me, but you dare to snatch it away?" Baoshan said.

"This is obviously about the wine in this building."

"It's ridiculous. If you use wine in a restaurant as the title, the poem should belong to you. Then if he uses your daughter as the title, does your daughter belong to him?"

"Can!"

What? Baoshan was so surprised.

Lin Su's eyes were wide open, these two old guys must keep their word!

The topic changed, and Ding Hai said: "Baoshan, this poem is named after wine, so it should naturally belong to a restaurant. It's useless for you to take it. You are just addicted to alcohol and don't sell alcohol at all. How about we discuss it? Give me the poem. , I promise you ten years of top quality wine, free of charge!”

Ten years of top quality wine, free supply?

Doesn't this hit the vital point of an alcoholic's life?

"On the contrary! If you don't buy my face today, I will ask all the restaurants under my banner not to sell you wine. In the entire Quzhou, you will never be able to buy a drop of wine..." Ding Hai made another vicious threat.

Everyone was stunned.

Baoshan, a famous person in the world.

Ding Hai, a business tycoon and an expert in Taoism, actually fought to such an extent for a poem.

Baoshan's head shook like a rattle: "Ding Hai, if a wise man doesn't speak secretly, I will never give this poem to you! But...but we might as well discuss another way..."

any solution?

Lin Su didn't know what the two said, but the two old men came back from the river side by side and looked at him with twinkling eyes. He was still a little wary. What did the two old men mean?

Why do I think you are trying to figure me out?

"Third Young Master, look at what's going on..." Ding Hai rubbed his hands gently in front of him: "Brother Baoshan and I have been friends for twenty years, and we turned against each other because of one of your poems. So did you. A kind-hearted person must not want to see such a scene, right?"

Lin Su blinked his eyes: "Actually...how should I put it? I'm quite willing to see such a scene." This is the truth. One is a man of literature and the other is a cultivator. How can two masters fight against each other? Wonderful? You can't see it in movies or TV shows.

Depend on! Why don't you kid play according to the routine?

Ding Hai choked...

Baoshan spoke: "Forget it, let me tell you! Third Young Master, a wine course, is best suited for chanting. Writing one song is writing, and writing two is writing. Since Boss Ding has spoken, you can write one for him. ! It doesn’t need to be too good, it’s almost okay.”

Lin Su looked at him with white eyes. I knew that there was nothing good that you two old guys were talking about in secret. Sure enough, they were all targeting him!

"Mr. Baoshan, you are a senior literary master. You should know that poetry also needs to be brewed. Three poems a day is really difficult..."

Yeah!

Baoshan nodded.

Everyone on the periphery nodded.

They were afraid of Lin Su. If Lin Su really killed him three times in one day, it would be very shocking and would make all the scholars in the world doubt their lives.

Fortunately, this evildoer finally had a moment when his poetic talent failed.

But Ding Hai caught the business opportunity: "I don't want the Third Young Master to write now. As long as the Third Young Master agrees, it will be fine in ten days and a half."

Lin Su hesitated.

Ding Hai struck while the iron was hot: "If Third Young Master has any conditions, you might as well speak up!"

condition? Haha, this is what you have been waiting for!

Lin Su raised his eyes and stared at the precious calligraphy paper he had just used...

Ding Hai, such a transparent person, immediately said: "One holy incense, two top-grade precious pens, and ten pieces of precious paper, give them to Mr. Lin!"

The figure in the restaurant flashed, and a beautiful woman appeared, holding a tray in her hands. In the tray were a holy incense, two precious pens, and ten precious papers.

All the scholars on the periphery were gleaming with golden eyes.

This plate of things are all treasures in the eyes of scholars. Things that you can't even buy are given away for free!

Comparing one person to another is really irritating. At this moment, the dilapidated Lin family seems to have returned to its highlight moment...