Da Cang night watchman

Chapter 10 Fox Demon Golden Bead
Quzhou Jiuxiu looked up at the same time, all of them were pale, and that Mr. Lei was also sweating profusely...

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

The oiran resigned from the building, completely changed by a wonderful poem by Lin Jialiang.

A poetry meeting made Lin Su's sudden rise, colorful fame, and the sage bestowed Wen Gen directly.

And on their side, they suffered a crushing defeat!
Lost to the extreme!

Zhang Xiu's literary world was broken, and once the literary world was broken, it meant that his life would be blocked!
This is the greatest punishment for a literati, and life is truly worse than death!
If it was broken by ordinary people, there is still a way to think about it. At worst, you can find the Taoist sect or the high-level demon clan to get the magic medicine and panacea, and you can continue the Wengen and build the literary world, but Zhang Xiu was broken by a saint. He continued?Who can continue for him?

"What? My little brother is just stating a fact. Everything is decided by the holy master. Do you have any opinions?"

"You..." Zhang Xiu spat out a mouthful of blood, her face was full of excitement, wishing she could eat him, but she didn't dare to say anything after all.

Looking at Lin Su's smiling face, the rest of the people suddenly felt a little scared.

Zhang Xiu can be regarded as an outstanding person of the younger generation. When something happened suddenly, he accurately grasped the loophole of this kid, and used the name of "anti-poetry" to drive this kid to a desperate situation, making his companions admire him to death.

At that time, everyone in the restaurant had a hunch 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 the saints, "the root of breaking the way of writing". In addition to reaping a lot of benefits for himself, he also borrowed the hands of the sage to completely destroy Zhang Xiu. ruined.

This kid is terrible!

Smiling in front of them now, it looks amiable, but is it still digging?As long as they jumped in, would they end up like Zhang Xiu?
go!
The people in the front row all left at the same time.

The beauty with the guzheng in her arms also stood up and walked towards Lin Su slowly. Lin Su suddenly felt that everything around him disappeared in an instant. He seemed to be in the fairy palace, and only he and the beauty were left in the world.

The beauty raised her hand, took off one of her earrings, and threw it at Lin Su, accompanied by a poetic sentence:
"I'll give you a golden bead to accompany me for the rest of my life!"

Okay, okay, Lin Su stretched out his hand to get the earring...

Suddenly, there was a thunderous shout in my ear: "Hey! Monster..."

With a bang, the illusion in front of Lin Su disappeared, and the restaurant reappeared. A tall and mighty figure stood in front of him. The beautiful girl holding the zither on the opposite side had disappeared, leaving only a zither, wandering around in the long corridor, slowly. Slow down.

"Mr. Baoshan!"

The shopkeeper of Haining Building bowed deeply.

The people in the audience also called "Mr. Baoshan".

Lin Su looked at the strong back, somewhat puzzled, is it really Mr.?Not butcher?This figure, this momentum, this beard that goes from front to back, it's really a pity not to kill a pig.

Mr. Baoshan turned his head slowly.

Lin Su saw him from the front, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a tangled beard. Judging from his face, he really fit the temperament of a butcher, but he was wearing literati clothes...

"Young man, do you know that you almost fell into the way 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 the golden bead, a fox phantom was slowly dissipating.

The shopkeeper of the restaurant was shocked: "The girl holding the zither is a fox demon? Ashamed, ashamed, old man neglected..."

The young people in the restaurant who hadn't left were also shocked. The beautiful girl sitting in front of them just now, the wonderful person holding the kite who had quietly seduced their young hearts, was actually a monster?
Lin Su frowned: "Why did she target me? I didn't mess with her."

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

What?Spring breeze once?
Lin Su: "Will I die?"

"That's not right, you'll be exhausted..."

Depend on!
Who is not tired in the spring breeze?

This kind of tiredness is what a man likes and is willing to do, okay?

It's too much for such a good thing, you old man jumped out sideways and made a chicken and egg.

What's more, he was still complacent, waiting for Lin Su to thank him.

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

"Master said, thanking people with empty words is like insulting others." Baoshan said with a smile: "Master Lin, thanking people with empty words like this is not going to work!"

If it was Lin Su in modern society, he might jump eight feet high. Do you want to make a fool of yourself, you old bastard?After all, he was a little lucky and you messed it up. Do you still want me to give you money?It's fine if I don't fight you hard...

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

"poetry!"

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

Mr. Baoshan, you are a man of literary spirit!At the same time, he is also a great poet who is well-known for his poems and has a free and unrestrained personality. Such a person simply disdains the poems of ordinary people. It is unheard of for Jane 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 the third son of Lin write poetry again?

If another masterpiece is written, it will be the biggest event in the literary world today. How lucky is it 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 Tower be famous all over the world?
It must be said that the person who runs a restaurant has the most sensitive sense of smell. As soon as he stretches out his hand, he grabs the person next to him, and immediately and quickly brings the best wine...

In an instant, eight maids each brought a bowl of wine and filed in, forming a big circle, surrounding Lin Su in the middle.

Lin Su changed color: "What do you mean?"

In modern Miaojiang, there is a custom of drinking wine at the door when welcoming relatives. Could it be that this bad habit has spread to this world through time and space?Not allowed to go out without drinking?If you want him to drink all the wine, he has to go out sideways...

The shopkeeper said with a smile: "The third son's poems are unique, Haining Tower would like to add another good story for the son, these wines are for the fun of the son..."

"Come on, what did your sour plum soup help?"

The shopkeeper's face twitched suddenly...

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

Everyone's face twitched...

The shopkeeper was overjoyed, but his face turned into a bitter gourd...

A beautiful woman took the first step and sent the precious ink and paper in front of Lin Su to 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 said just now... Ziyue, thanking people with empty words, and humiliating others, which company did you come from?" Classics? Why do I always feel weird? It seems to be incompatible with the holy scriptures."

Yes, yes, all the scholars are deeply touched...

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

All the people in the audience are twitching...

Because his name is Li Jinzi, so he farts is also a child saying...

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 white lights!

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

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

The silver light is dazzling, in the silver light, the "Qingzheng" war drum is played, the iron cavalry is faint, and it is a quiet and beautiful night, and great changes are about to take place...

"Drunk lying on the battlefield Lord Mo Xiao,

How many people fought back in ancient times? "

The colorful rays of light suddenly covered the entire restaurant, and above the river tide outside, there seemed to be a tragic fight, heroic and desolate, yet another scent of wine penetrated...

Lin Su’s writing 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 stroked it with his right hand. A huge character boat appeared, turned into a boat, fell into the middle of the river, broke through the waves and left behind. The next sentence: "This is a thank you gift from you, I accept it, haha..."

"Old guy! This is from the restaurant, keep it for me!" Suddenly there was a roar from the top of the restaurant, and with a loud bang, a figure stepped away and appeared on the top of Mr. Baoshan's boat. Cut Baoshan.

Wow!Lin Su's eyes brightened, 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 fighting disappeared at the same time. Shan and another old man stood facing the river.

"Ding Hai, do you want to be ashamed? This is obviously a thank you gift from that kid in return, and you dare to snatch it?" Baoshan said.

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

"It's ridiculous. If the theme is the wine in the restaurant, the poem should belong to you. If he takes your daughter as the theme, will your daughter belong to him?"

"can!"

What?Baoshan was surprised.

Lin Su's eyes were wide open, two old guys, you must count your words!

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

Ten years of top quality wine, free supply?
Wouldn't that just hit the nail on the neck for an alcoholic?

"On the contrary! If you don't buy my face today, I will tell all the restaurants under my banner not to sell you alcohol. In the whole Quzhou, you will never buy a drop of alcohol..." Ding Hai threatened again viciously.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Baoshan, a celebrity in the world.

Ding Hai, a tycoon in the business world, who is still a master of Taoism, actually fought for a poem to such an extent.

Baoshan shook his head like a rattle: "Ding Hai, people of Ming Dynasty don't say dark words, I will never give this poem to you! But...but we might as well discuss another way..."

any solution?
What the two said, Lin Su didn't know, but the two old men came back from the river side by side, looking at him with twinkling eyes, he was still a little vigilant, what do the two old men mean?
Why do I think you guys are trying to trick me?
"Third son, look at this incident..." Ding Hai rubbed his hands gently in front of him: "Brother Baoshan and I have been friends for 20 years, and because of one of your poems, we turned against each other, you are pure Thick people, you must not want to see such a scene, right?"

Lin Su blinked: "Actually...how should I put it? I would like to see such a scene." This is the truth. One is a scholar of literature and the other is a person of Taoism. Two masters fight against each other. Wonderful?You can't see it in movies or TV shows.

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

Ding Hai choked...

Baoshan said: "Forget it, let me tell you! Third son, one of the wines is the most suitable for chanting. Writing one is writing, and writing two is also writing. Since Boss Ding has spoken, you can write him one." ! It doesn’t need to be too good, it’s almost fine.”

Lin Su looked at him blankly, and I knew that you two old bastards were talking secretly, and nothing good happened. Sure enough, they were targeting him!
"Mr. Baoshan, you are always a master of literature and Taoism. You should know that poetry needs to be brewed. Three articles a day is really difficult..."

exactly!
Baoshan nodded.

Everyone around nodded.

They were afraid of Lin Su. If Lin Su did kill three times in a day, it would be very shocking, and it would make the scholars in the world doubt life.

Fortunately, this evildoer finally has a time when his poetry is not enough.

But Ding Hai caught the business opportunity: "I don't want the third son to write at this time, as long as the third son agrees, it will be fine for ten days and a half months."

Lin Su hesitated.

Ding Hai strikes while the iron is hot: "What conditions does the third son have, you might as well speak up!"

condition?Hehe, this is what I was waiting for!

Lin Su raised his gaze, staring at the precious ink and precious paper that he had just used...

What a transparent person Ding Hai was, he immediately said, "One piece of holy incense, two top-grade precious brushes, and ten pieces of precious paper, for Mr. Lin!"

There was a flash of people in the restaurant, and a beautiful woman appeared, holding a tray in both hands. Inside the tray were a piece of holy incense, two precious brushes, and ten pieces of precious paper.

All the scholars on the periphery had golden lights in their eyes.

This plate of things is all the treasures in the eyes of scholars. If you can't buy things, you can give them away for free!
Comparing people to people, it's really infuriating. At this moment, the dilapidated Lin family seems to have returned to the bright moment...

(End of this chapter)