Mercenaries of the Heavens

Chapter 363
Wang Zhi waved his hand and said:
"I'm a warrior, I don't like red tape, so you don't have to be polite!"

Only then did Li Hongcheng stretch out his hand to lead falsely:

"Several, please come in!"

After finishing speaking, he led the way ahead and led a few people inward.

When we arrived at the hall, on the left were talented young ladies from various prefectures, and on the right were already full of gifted scholars participating in poetry symposiums.

When everyone saw the eldest son Li Hongcheng, they led them into the hall.

Those who had seen Fan Xian once all exclaimed:

"Ah! It's Fan Xian. How could he be personally received by His Royal Highness?"

Those who didn't know each other were shocked when they heard the exclamation from others, and thought:

This is Fan Xian, and he looks good!

Guo Baokun and He Zongwei, who had met yesterday, snorted coldly and turned their heads to one side.

Seeing that Guo Baokun didn't want to see him, and seeing that the bruises on his face hadn't dissipated, Fan Xian joked:
"Yo! Isn't this Guo Shao?
how?The pain on your face has not dissipated yet, you came to participate in the poetry meeting, you are really a role model for my generation! "

When the people nearby heard what Fan Xian was saying, they all laughed in low voices.

Guo Baokun turned his head and stared at Fan Xian angrily when he heard the words, but he didn't know how to refute him.

Seeing that Guo Baokun was at a disadvantage, He Zongwei hurriedly spoke out to help:
"Mr. Fan, you are also a scholar, how can you expose people's shortcomings like this?

It's not good for you to retaliate like this, right? "

Fan Xian heard the words and immediately replied:
"Ouch! Who are you? Do I know you well?
Mr. Guo and I are still close, Mr. Guo didn't say anything, what are you doing?

Could it be that you have become the son of Mr. Guo's family? "

Where did He Zongwei think, Fan Xian would be so disregarding his face, say such words on the spot, and was speechless to refute for a moment.

Seeing this, Li Hongcheng didn't expect Fan Xian's words to be so sharp, so he hurriedly smoothed things over and said:

"Okay! Today is a poetry meeting, not for you to quarrel!"

After speaking, he invited Wang Zhi and Fan Xian to sit down.

Then he stood in the middle and said to the crowd:

"Everyone, today's poetry meeting, I wonder if anyone will be the first to set an example and publish his poems so that everyone can appreciate them?"

Guo Baokun regained his spirit immediately upon hearing the words, and wanted to make Fan Xian look ugly, so he said to Fan Xian:

"Mr. Fan, I wonder if you dare to compete with me?"

Fan Xian heard the words and said without cutting:
"Compared with you, I'm afraid of hurting your self-esteem!"

When Guo Baokun heard the words, his anger surged immediately, but he thought of the preparation he had made yesterday, so he tried his best to hold back his anger and said:
"Don't say these are useless! Just say do you dare to compare?"

Fan Xian heard that he knew that he was provoking himself, but he was not afraid. With the knowledge of modern society as a foundation, he had nothing to fear.

So, he glanced at Guo Baokun and said:
"Okay! Since you want to compare with me so much, then I will reluctantly agree!"

At this time, Wang Zhi said:
"Since there is a competition, it is natural to have a lottery, right?

How about the loser knelt down and yelled 'I'm not as good as you' three times? "

Guo Baokun had some impressions of Wang Zhi. He had a meeting in the restaurant yesterday, but he didn't know Wang Zhi's identity.

Seeing Wang Zhi interjected, although he got the result he wanted, he felt unhappy, so he asked:

"Who are you? You dare to raise a bet, do you want to join in?"

When Wang Zhi heard this, the corners of his mouth turned up, showing a smile, and thought:
I wanted to see Fan Xian pretending to be aggressive, but you insisted on pulling me along!

Oh well!Since you insist on bumping into each other, I will help you!

So he nodded and said:

"All right! I am Fan Xian's master, since you want to challenge the two of us, then you can do as you wish!

Remember, if you lose, you have to cash in your bet! "

Guo Baokun's heart skipped a beat when he heard the words, and said:

This person has never been seen before, but he is Fan Xian's master, and he is also a powerful person after all.

Thinking of this, he looked at He Zongwei at the side with a guilty conscience, seeing He Zongwei gave him a reassuring look, so he clapped the table and said:

"Okay! That's the bet! I agree!"

After finishing speaking, he stood up, walked out of the desk, and came to the end of the hall as planned yesterday.

He raised his foot and started counting his steps. When he counted ten steps, he bowed to Li Hongcheng and said:

"We might as well use ten steps as the number, and make a poem within ten steps for everyone to judge, and the one that gets the most praise from everyone is the winner!"

Li Hongcheng also became interested when he heard the words.

But he knew that since Guo Baokun dared to raise this condition, he must have made preparations.

However, I also wanted to see how Fan Xian and Fan Xian's master, Mr. Wang, could deal with the situation.

So he nodded, looked at Fan Xian and Wang Zhi and asked:

"Conditions, Mr. Guo has already proposed, what do you two mean?"

Naturally, Fan Xian and Wang Zhi didn't care about it, and it was a little bit of approval.

Seeing that the two agreed, Guo Baokun was also full of joy, so he pretended to be generous and said:
"Since it is my condition, let me start!"

After finishing speaking, he walked to the end of the hall and began to walk step by step in a pretentious manner.

It was not until the tenth step that he sat down at the table in front of Li Hongcheng, picked up a pen and began to write, and began to chant:

"The clouds and clear towers are dew-heavy, and the jade boats outline the brocade style;

The place where the smoke waves rise covers the sky, and a little Evans reflects the residual lamp. "

After reciting, he held up the paper again, and faced everyone in the hall, his face was extremely smug.

All the talents shouted "good poems" and flattered them one after another.

Li Hongcheng curled his lips in a subtle way, thinking:

It's just so-so!
Guo Baokun was praised by everyone, so he came to Wang Zhi and Wang Zhi and said proudly:
"Both of you, which one of you will come first?"

Wang Zhi picked up the wine glass in front of him, took a sip and said:
"Fan Xian should come first!"

Hearing this, Fan Xian was not polite, walked out of his seat, came to the end of the hall, and started to walk.

But at the seventh step, he said:
"Have it!"

After finishing speaking, he quickly walked to the table, picked up a pen and started writing, and chanted:

"The wind is blowing, the sky is high, the ape is screaming, and the white bird is flying back to Zhuqingsha;

The boundless falling trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling;
Wandering With Melancholy, a century on stage alone and sick;
Difficulty and bitterness hate the frosty temples, and the down and out new stop the dirty wine glass. "

As soon as the poem came out, the audience fell silent.

Guo Baokun swallowed with difficulty, and the corners of He Zongwei's mouth trembled slightly, thinking:
Fortunately, I didn't come out to pretend to be aggressive, otherwise, I would lose face!

Fan Xian stopped his brush, stood up, saluted Wang Zhi and said:
"Master, please end!"

Wang Zhi sat still, but just said:
"I'm a warrior, I don't like writing, let Ruoruo write it for me!"

When Fan Ruoruo heard the words, she hurriedly stood up and went to the desk, waiting for her uncle to recite a poem, so that she could write it on paper.

Wang Zhi picked up the wine glass in front of him, raised his head and drank it, and then said:

"Nanqing established the country with martial arts, this is a poem! Naturally, it will show the true qualities of a man!
I just made a poem at random, called "Xia Ke Xing"! "

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone began to discuss in low voices.

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