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"It's terrible. Fortunately, I didn't offend her just now."

The man said with lingering fear.

The fat woman nodded, feeling very grateful.

Don't be fooled by her usual arrogance.

But she is not stupid.

When I meet someone I can't afford to offend, I kneel down faster than anyone else.

"Who is the man next to Miss Wen?"

The fat woman shook her head and said, "I don't know either, but judging from his good figure and temperament, he should be a handsome guy. He is probably Miss Wen's boyfriend."

The man felt a little jealous when he heard this.

Gao Yu was wearing a mask so his true face couldn't be seen, so he still had the courage to compare.

They all date rich women, but why can they find such beautiful women while they can only find a pig?

When the man thought of Wen Wan, whom he had just met, and then looked at the fat woman beside him, he suddenly felt unbalanced.

...

After leaving Zhiyu Tower and saying goodbye to Wen Wan, Gao Yu took a look at the watch Liu Qingqing had given him.

There was still some time before the Poetry Association's exchange meeting, and he had nothing to do, so he had to wander around the park.

The park is built along the river, covers a large area and has all the necessary facilities.

In summer, the green plants and flowers everywhere are in full bloom, and they are even more beautiful when illuminated by the lights around them.

Gao Yu strolled leisurely in the garden, wandering in the sea of ​​flowers of various colors, feeling very happy.

Along the way, Gao Yu saw many young men and women in ancient costumes in the park. It went without saying that these people were members of the Jinling Poetry Association.

He was somewhat surprised.

He didn't expect that such an unpopular association would be liked by so many young people. In such a short period of time, he saw no less than twenty or thirty of them.

And as the exchange meeting time approaches, more and more people are gathering.

After walking around for another half an hour, Gao Yu felt a little bored.

Anyway, the exchange meeting hasn't started yet. Instead of feeding mosquitoes here, I might as well go back to the car and play with my phone.

But just as he was about to return, he suddenly saw a lot of people gathered in the pavilion in front of him.

Gao Yu took a rough look around and estimated that there were at least a dozen people.

"Could it be that the exchange conference has begun?"

"But the time and place are wrong!"

Gao Yu was a little confused. After hesitating for a while, he simply walked towards the pavilion in front.

Anyway, I have nothing to do, so why not go and take a look.

Just as he arrived outside the pavilion, Gao Yu suddenly heard a strong voice coming from the crowd.

"Haha, General, you're convinced!"

Then there was a commotion among the crowd.

"I lost again. How many times have you lost?"

"This old man is quite amazing!"

Listen to the whispers of the crowd around you.

Gao Yu didn't understand.

After squeezing into the crowd, I saw a silver-haired old man in Tang suit sitting on a stone bench, looking around proudly.

In front of him was a chess board.

"Who else?"

Although the old man had a head full of silver hair, he still had a strong aura. As soon as he spoke, he suddenly had a feeling of being invincible.

Everyone kept their heads down and kept silent. Occasionally, they looked up and met the old man's provocative gaze, but they turned their heads away, not daring to look him in the face.

This made the old man even more arrogant.

"You people from the Poetry Association are just like this. You don't even have the courage to compete with me."

When everyone heard this, they were immediately unhappy.

"Why are you so arrogant? We respect the elderly and love the young. We won't argue with you."

"That's right, as members of the Poetry Association, we should promote the traditional virtues of Daxia. Since you are older, I will let you go on purpose."

The old man in Tang suit looked even more mocking when he heard this.

"Haha, you have no real ability, but you insist on making excuses. This really brings shame to your association."

Some people in the crowd could no longer tolerate the old man's harsh words.

He accused: "You old man are too arrogant!"

The old man in the Tang suit showed a slapping expression on his face and said sarcastically, "I am arrogant, what can you do? If you have the ability, then fight on the chessboard. If you beat me, I will kneel down and apologize to you. Don't just talk nonsense."

The man couldn't bear the humiliation and said with a red face and thick neck: "We are members of the Poetry Association. We are not good at playing chess. If you have the ability, you can compete with us in reciting poems and writing fu."

Unexpectedly, the arrogance on the old man's face became even stronger.

He said with disdain, "Poetry and chess are both part of Daxia's traditional culture, and they share the same roots and origins. If you are not good at it, just admit it openly and don't make so many excuses."

Upon hearing this, the young people present were in an uproar again.

"Don't be crazy, old man. The young poet from Jinling is here to ask for your advice."

A member of the poetry association finally couldn't stand it anymore.

Walk out of the crowd and sit down directly opposite the old man.

They are all arrogant young people, how can they withstand the constant ridicule from others?

So even though he was not proficient in chess, he chose to play without hesitation.

When the others present saw the young man's face clearly, they were immediately excited.

Someone covered his mouth and exclaimed: "It's Li Haoran from the Ancient Language Department of Jinling College!"

"Little Poet Li Haoran? I heard that he is a strong contender for the championship of this exchange conference. No wonder he is so confident."

"Wow, Brother Haoran is so handsome!"

A young lady started to act crazy, which immediately aroused the jealousy of the men around her.

I thought it was great that he was handsome!

Being able to write poetry doesn't mean you can play chess. Who knows how you might make a fool of yourself later.

However, due to the unity of the Poetry Association and the principle of not emboldening the enemy, although they were resentful, they did not speak out these thoughts.

He even reluctantly gave Li Haoran some encouragement.

"Come on, Senior Haoran."

"Little Poet is mighty. Let this old fellow see the depth of our Poetry Association."

"Kill this old bastard!"

The old man in Tang suit simply ignored the vulgar language of the people around him and focused all his attention on Li Haoran who was sitting in front of him.

With relief in his eyes, he smiled and stretched out his hand.

"please."

Li Haoran took a deep breath and his eyes became extremely sharp.

He is the red player and can go first.

The game began, and without any hesitation, Li Haoran started to act.

Supporting soldiers, jumping horses, setting up cannons, pulling carts...

A series of attacks, extremely fierce.

Facing Li Haoran's wave after wave of attacks, the old man in Tang suit remained calm and composed, not showing any sign of panic at all.

The old man was able to defend perfectly against every attack made by Li Haoran.

He didn't even have to think, his moves were very casual and he seemed to be at ease.

Just like that, one person attacks and one person defends...

Gradually.

Sweat began to appear on Li Haoran's forehead.

The offensive on the chessboard also began to slow down.

The old man was still smiling, but disappointment began to appear in his eyes.

He sighed in his heart: "Young people are still too impatient."

Gao Yu stood among the crowd, saying nothing, just watching silently.

He was not a member of the Poetry Association, and everything that happened on the field had nothing to do with him.

No matter how arrogant the old man was or how much he fired at him, he didn't care.

Even a little excited.

After all, such opportunities to enjoy the melon are rare.

At the same time, Gao Yu also noticed that there were two other people on the field who had the same mentality as him.

One was also an old man, wearing a linen gown and had sparse hair on his head. Although his face was old, his eyes radiated a bright light and looked bright and energetic.

Judging from the amount of hair, Gao Yu judged that this person must be a top-level expert and was extremely curious, because he, like Gao Yu, was enjoying eating melons at this moment.

The other one was a little younger, probably in his fifties, wearing a Confucian robe, and looked handsome, elegant and refined.

Gao Yu saw them.

Naturally, they also noticed Gao Yu.

While the two were still playing chess, the man in the Confucian robe squeezed next to Gao Yu.

Then he leaned close to Gao Yu's ear and said mysteriously, "Brother, you are wearing such a handsome outfit, are you going to die?"

Gao Yu looked at the man in confusion: "What's wrong?"

The man frowned, his expression extremely serious: "Where did you buy this dress?"

Gao Yu's doubts became even stronger.

"It's in the Zhiyu Tower right in front. Is there anything wrong with this dress?"

The man nodded. "Yes, and it's a big problem."

"What happened?"

"Don't worry about that for now. Do they still have this dress in their store?"

Gao Yu said: "No more, I only have one piece of this dress."

"Is that right?"

"What's wrong?"

The man in the Confucian robe said, "As the saying goes, a solitary yin cannot produce life, and a solitary yang cannot grow."

"This item is ominous. Wearing it will lead to bloodshed."

"So what?" Gao Yu asked, tilting his head.

Although he remained calm on the surface, he had actually already determined that the other party was a charlatan.

I guess the other party will ask for money next.

Come to think of it, how could he, who has his own system, believe in such low-level stuff?

The man didn't know that Gao Yu had seen through his true colors, and continued to fool him: "You can't control this set of clothes, how about giving it to your brother?"

Gao Yu couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth when he heard this. At first, he saw the man in the Confucian robe talking in a mysterious way and thought that the clothes were of ill-gotten origin or had soul rings.

Who knew that it was the other party who wanted it? I really believed his lies.

"No." Gao Yu replied without thinking.

The man in the Confucian robe said, "Brother, don't rush to refuse, Lukemi."

Gao Yu looked at the man in confusion: "What do you mean?"

The man chuckled, pulled out a folding fan from his waist, and then unfolded it in front of Gao Yu.

"Do you see the landscape painting on this fan? This is an authentic work by the painting master Zhang Dawan. It is priceless."

"I got it with great difficulty. Now, I'll take a loss today and use it to exchange for your clothes. What do you think?"

Gao Yu was speechless.

Exchanging a priceless fan for a set of clothes, which is not a golden jade dress, only a fool would believe such a thing.

He said helplessly: "Brother, you seem to be quite old, why do you still like this kind of formal things?"

The man was unhappy.

He suspected that Gao Yu was mocking him for being lacking in substance, but he had no evidence.

"Don't you like it too?"

"But I'm young!" Gao Yu said as a matter of course, "Besides, with your figure and temperament, you can't support this outfit!"

"Good boy." The man was amused and asked, "You don't have to worry about this. Let me ask you again, are you sure you don't want the original work of the painting saint?"

Gao Yu shook his head decisively. He didn't understand the paintings in this world and couldn't tell whether they were authentic works of the painting saint. Besides, he was not short of money, so there was no need at all.

Seeing that Gao Yu refused to budge, the man in the Confucian robe was at a loss as to what to do.

After thinking for a long time, I finally gritted my teeth.

He took out a wooden sign and handed it to Gao Yu, saying, "My name is Qin Tianzhu, and I'm the president of the Jinling branch of the Daxia Calligraphy Association. This token is a token of our association. If you take it, you will be a special honorary member of our association. I'll exchange it for this set of clothes with you. What do you think?"

Gao Yu shook his head again.

My goodness, you thought this was a martial arts novel, the Holy Fire Order of the Ming Cult.

It's outrageous that they have even made a sect token.

What is the use of the calligraphy association’s token?

It's totally useless.

Besides, this guy is talking nonsense and it’s hard to tell whether his name and identity are real.

He was rejected by Gao Yu again and again, and even taking out his personal token was of no use.

Qin Tianzhu felt a little embarrassed.

Unhappy, he said, "You are such a tactless guy."

"You are from the Poetry Association, and I am from the Calligraphy Association."

"Although we are not in the same association, we belong to the same traditional cultural circle of Daxia. We will meet each other sooner or later. Why be so heartless?"

Gao Yu shrugged: "I'm sorry, I'm not a member of the Poetry Association, nor do I belong to your cultural circle, so there's no need to try to make friends with me."

Qin Tianzhu didn't believe it at all and looked Gao Yu up and down.

"This isn't a poetry association, why are you here for a discussion?"

Gao Yu did not give in and said, "You are not here either, aren't you?"

"How can I be the same as you?" Qin Tianzhu showed a bit of pride on his face, "I am a big shot in the cultural circle, and they specially invited me here."

Gao Yu chuckled and said, "Sorry, they invited me too."

"Really?"

Qin Tianzhu saw that Gao Yu didn't seem to be joking, and his face immediately became serious.

"I don't know your surname?"

Gao Yu said: "I don't deserve your name, please give me Li Qingzhao."

"Li Qingzhao?"

Qin Tianzhu lowered his head and thought for a moment.

I went through all the names of people I knew in my mind, but I couldn't think of anyone named Li Qingzhao.

I couldn't help but ask in confusion: "What do you do?"

Gao Yu smiled: "Not worth mentioning, just a little book boy in the mysterious world."

Qin Tianzhu's brows furrowed even more tightly.

For some reason, Gao Yu's obviously self-deprecating words actually gave him a feeling of being unfathomable.

Mi Shi, Shu Tong, and the Poetry Association invited us.

Although he didn't know whether it was true or not, Qin Tianzhu immediately became serious when these key words appeared.

After that, he didn't say anything else, but secretly kept the name Li Qingzhao in his heart.

Gao Yu stopped talking upon seeing this and just looked quietly at the chess game.

At this time, it had only been ten minutes since the two of them had played chess.

But Gao Yu knew that the result of the game would be revealed soon.

The reason is actually very simple, and it can be seen from the expressions on the faces of the two people playing chess on the field.

The old man in Tang suit looked calm and composed from beginning to end.

However, the young poet Li Haoran no longer had his previous composure.

At this moment, he was indecisive, with beads of sweat the size of beans constantly dripping from his forehead. He thought about each step for a very long time before taking hesitant action.

Comparing the two, it is obvious who is stronger and who is weaker.