After 10 Years of Chopping Wood, I Am Invincible

The sixty-mile road was not very far, and everyone walked very fast. After two hours, they arrived in Changning County.

Changning County has a population of more than 100,000. After entering the county seat, it is still quite lively. There are many people walking on the street, and there are many stalls and hawkers on both sides, shouting and shouting, one after another.

The three girls seem to rarely come to this lively place, they watch it with interest, and sometimes stop to buy some things.

I'm hungry, let's find a place to eat. Gu Qingzhuo said.

People who practice martial arts have a relatively large consumption, and after walking for so long, they naturally feel hungry.

Okay. Li Buxian nodded.

How about this restaurant? Yuexian Restaurant, near the river, can see the scenery on both sides of the river, it feels very good. Ye Xuelian pointed to a restaurant not far away and said.

Yuexian Restaurant is the best restaurant in Changning County. It costs two taels of silver for a meal. Did we bring enough silver? Li Buxian was a little embarrassed, We are in Zhenwuzong, and there is no place to make money. I'm not rich, so...

This is the embarrassment of taking a girl shopping, and then empty pockets and no money to go to the best place to eat. It seems that you still need to make some money. Meng Xing said to himself.

If you don’t go out, you don’t know the importance of money. As soon as you go out, you have to spend money everywhere.

The original owner has not traveled far, and has been nesting in Jianchi Peak for three years, with not much money left on him.

Then go to another house, there is no need to spend this money. Luo Yao said understandingly.

Zhou Ruoqing walked over, looked at a notice posted in front of the Yuexian Restaurant, and said, It's written here that as long as you write a poem, you can have a free meal here, or even provide it for free. One night's stay. Who among you will write a poem?

Everyone shook their heads. Everyone was martial arts practitioners. It could be said that they were all rough people, and they were not candidates for poetry.

The owner of this restaurant is really a business man. He uses poems to attract everyone's attention and let everyone talk about the Yuexian Restaurant. At the least cost, he can obtain greater benefits, and it also makes the restaurant more elegant. Meng Xing thought to himself.

At this time, two scholars wearing moon-white Confucian shirts came to the door of the restaurant, looked at the notice, and a scholar said loudly: Boss, I want to write a poem, can you really provide a large meal for free here? meal?

Of course, as long as you write a poem with the word 'month', and the mood of the poem is not too bad, you can eat and drink a feast for free. A chubby boss came out with a rich look on his face. , said with a smile.

Okay. Please provide the pen and ink to the boss. The scholar said cheerfully.

Soon, a restaurant clerk brought out a table case, placed it on the side of the door, and provided pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

This scene quickly attracted people around to watch, and the entrance of the restaurant suddenly became lively.

Someone has come to write poetry again.

Yesterday someone came to write a poem, but he wrote a nondescript poem. He wanted to eat and drink, but was kicked out by the restaurant owner. Today, this person doesn't know what to do.

Although there are many scholars in Changning County, there are very few people who are good at poetry. Everyone has studied strategy and theory, and they all went to the imperial examination.

This person is not afraid of making a fool of himself, and he dares to come here to write poetry, obviously he is also prepared.

...

Soon, the scholar took a pen and wrote a poem, and the writing was quite good.

The owner of the restaurant is also a person who likes to read. He read it out in public, shaking his head and looking satisfied. After reading, he said that the scholar had passed, and he could go in and have a feast.

Immediately, there was a lively applause, and many people watched with envy as the two scholars walked in.

That's it? Meng Xing was stunned, is this okay? Obviously this poem is rough,

The artistic conception is also average, and it doesn't quite conform to the flatness, so it can still pass?

Is this restaurant owner pouring water?

As a college student who graduated from a third-rate university, although Meng Xing does not know how to write poetry, he has memorized so many Tang and Song poems.

It seems that the level of the restaurant owner is not very good, and he just wants to make this gimmick to make money.

Zhou Ruoqing and Ye Xuelian were also clapping their hands, looking at the two scholars with envy as they walked in.

It's really good to be a scholar, and you can eat and drink for free. Ye Xuelian said.

Meng Xing thought about it, he could remember most of the poems he had learned before, and he brought one to drink and drink. Although it was a bit rude, it could also make everyone have a good meal.

Why don't you try it.

So I squeezed into the crowd and came to the restaurant owner.

Meng Xing, what do you want to do? You also want to write poetry? Don't be ashamed. Let's go. Gu Qingzhuo said.

Gu Qingzhuo's face is a bit ugly, you have too thick skin, you are not expected to read, but you still think about writing poetry, you are not afraid of being embarrassed, I am afraid of being embarrassed.

Although there are teachers in Zhenwuzong who teach reading and literacy, the main thing is to practice martial arts, and they never require disciples to be able to recite poems.

Meng Xing, hurry up. Luo Yao also said, frowning.

Although she came from a scholarly family, but since her parents died, the family broke up, and she came to Zhenwuzong, she focused her energy on cultivation and didn't care about reading.

In this chaotic world, reading is not as useful as cultivating martial arts, and cultivating martial arts can at least protect oneself.

Meng Xing ignored them, and said to the restaurant owner, Boss, I'm here to write a poem too.

When the restaurant owner saw that he was dressed as a martial artist, he couldn't believe it, and said, You are a martial artist, and you can still write poetry?

If you learn martial arts, why can't you write poetry? You can't imagine my poetry. Meng Xing said.

Everyone who learns martial arts is a rough one. Go, don't entertain me. The restaurant owner urged.

The other six people of Zhenwu Sect were a little ashamed, the restaurant owner was driving them away, and this Meng Xing was still standing there cheeky.

Li Buxian glanced at Yang Xiaochui with a somewhat reproachful expression. If he hadn't brought Meng Xing, there wouldn't have been so many things. He was making a fool of himself in front of others.

Yang Xiaochui touched his nose, and said somewhat unconfidently, Meng Xing should be able to write poems.

Luo Yao and Ye Xuelian couldn't bear to see it, they wanted to go to La Mengxing, but they were afraid that they would make a fool of themselves. This Meng Xing's temper is still very hard sometimes.

Zhou Ruoqing's eyes were slightly bright, and she remembered Meng Xing playing the guqin.

Boss, listen to me first. Meng Xing said.

Hurry up and sing, get out of here. The restaurant owner said impatiently.

Meng Xing coughed, adjusted his cyan shirt, and chanted, The bright moon will startle the magpies, and the breeze will sing the cicadas in the middle of the night.

The restaurant owner's gesture of driving away suddenly stopped, and he said in surprise, You can really write poetry?

Of course. What do you think of these two sentences? Meng Xing asked.

Not bad, not bad! I have some artistic conception, write it down quickly. The restaurant owner said excitedly. Finally, someone who can write poetry has arrived.

Of course, he let go of the poems that the two scholars wrote just now. In fact, there are very few people in Changning County who can write poems, and they all write horribly, and they think they are good.

In order to promote Yuexian Restaurant, it can only suffer a few losses occasionally and put some water in it to achieve the effect of publicity.

When Meng Xing came to the table, a man hurriedly spread rice paper for him.

Gu Qingzhuo, Li Buxian, Luo Yao, Ye Xuelian and others were so ashamed that they all covered their faces, and when they heard the restaurant owner's words, they immediately looked at each other.

Is this Meng Xing really able to write poetry?