The Invincible Art of Oriental Invincibility

Luoyang City used to be the capital of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, even after 700 years of baptism, it still retains the majestic and majestic urban style of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

The urban planning is neat and orderly, and the discrepancies between the strict squares and cities of the past have become more lively because of the prosperous economic development of the Ming Dynasty.

Shops and wine shops can be seen everywhere on the roadside. Vendors on the roadside are either hawking along the street, or walking with burdens. People come and go, and the whole Luoyang city has become more vibrant than in Tang Dynasty.

Wang Cheng's body recovered after only one day of treatment by Zhu Youtang. He took the IOU that Mr. Chu owed to Dongfang Bubai in Hualou before, and after asking Dongfang Bubai for instructions, he took Ye Xin to Guanzhong and Shaanxi to complete the Dongfang Bubai. The task given to him by Bubai is to contact several major families in Guanzhong to establish chambers of commerce.

Since the founding of Zhu Yuanzhang, the commercial economy of the Ming Dynasty has developed, and regional business gangs have emerged. Domestic Shanxi merchants and Huizhou merchants have been involved in all industries. The huge business profits and the wide geographical span have long dissatisfied the rich and powerful businessmen in Guanzhong.

Now led by the Sun Moon God Sect, contacting several major families in Guanzhong to establish a chamber of commerce in the Guanzhong area to fight against other chambers of commerce is also considered appropriate.

Ever since Wang Cheng left, Zhu Youtang accompanied Dongfang Bubai to wander around this city of Luoyang. It was rare to have such a leisurely life, without fighting and killing, and without intrigue.It seems that a few days ago the Songshan faction sent someone to injure the elder of the Shenjiao. It happened in another sect and had nothing to do with the Shenjiao.

When you come to Luoyang, you have to go to the famous garden to see peonies.There are 24 famous gardens in Luoyang, among which Miao Shuai Garden is the first.

In Miao Shuai's garden, big trees stand facing each other hundreds of feet away, looking like a mountain, with more than ten thousand bamboo poles.When water comes from the east, ten stone boats can be floated.There are large pine trees, surrounded by water, and the scenery is amazing.

The owner of the garden held a banquet in the garden, and sent out flower viewing stickers, inviting dignitaries, dignitaries, literati and refined scholars in Luoyang City to come to enjoy the flowers in the garden.

When Zhang Wenzhi presented the invitations to Dongfang Bubai and Zhu Youtang, Dongfang Bubai was obviously lacking in interest. In this kind of flower viewing banquet, there is no shortage of arty dignitaries and high-minded scholars, in front of Zhang Wenzhi. Turned it over and threw it aside.

Zhu Youtang felt helpless, and he didn't know who said that he came to Luoyang to see the peony, but now that the invitations were delivered to the door, he lost interest.

Seeing Dongfang Bubai throw away the invitation, he smiled at Zhang Wenzhi and said:

"Master Zhang has a heart, and I want to keep one of this invitation."

Hearing Zhu Youtang's words, Dongfang Bubai raised his head and frowned a little:

"You want to go?"

Zhu Youtang smiled and nodded at Dongfang Bubai, there was a hint of hope on his handsome face.

"I heard that Luoyang peony is unique in the world, and I have always wanted to see what kind of unique method it is."

Dongfang Bubai looked at Zhu Youtang's face, and explained to Zhang Wenzhi for a moment:

"Put down the other invitation too."

Dongfang Bubai and Zhu Youtang led the horses and walked slowly on the street.

Today, both of them are dressed as scribes, but their temperaments are obviously very different, one is aggressive and fierce, and the other is handsome and gentle.

The two of them stopped and stopped along the way, Zhu Youtang liked Wenmo and went to the study a lot along the way, and Dongfang Bubai didn't have the patience to accompany him to pick and choose in the study.The two of them often chatted in a low voice. I don't know when it started. When there was no one else, the two of them would get along very simply and peacefully, as if they had known old friends for many years.

If other people saw it, Dongfang Bubai's sharp eyes would have already softened, and Zhu Youtang's heart was not as lonely as in previous years.

When passing by a shop, Zhu Youtang's eyes overflowed with concern, he let go of the rein and smiled at Dongfang Bubai, turned around, lifted his clothes, stepped across the threshold of the shop and entered the shop.

Dongfang Bubai looked up at the name of the store "Sibao Pavilion" and also bent his lips, threw the horse's rein and stepped over the threshold to enter.

As the name suggests, "Sibao Pavilion" sells the four treasures of the study. When entering the shop, the first thing you see is a pair of bamboo carvings with a length of three feet and a width of three. There is a poem carved on it. fifth song:

"Why don't you take the Wu hook with you, and collect the fifty prefectures of Guanshan. Please go to Lingyan Pavilion for a while, as if you are a scholar with thousands of households."

Zhu Youtang was a little dazed when he saw the poem on the bamboo carving, but Dongfang Bubai laughed and turned to Zhu Youtang:

"The owner of this store is also a wonderful person."

Zhu Youtang immediately frowned:

"Who said it wasn't."

The shopkeeper of Sibao Pavilion is a good judge of people. As soon as Da Dongfang Bubai and Zhu Youtang entered the door, their eyes were glued to them. Hearing this, he answered with a smile:

"I made the guests laugh, this bamboo carving was ordered by our young master to be hung up." As he spoke, he walked out from the counter, invited Dongfang Bubai and Zhu Youtang to sit down, and ordered tea to be served.

Dongfang Bubai does not speak, Zhu Youtang asks for Dongfang Bubai:

"What's the reason for this poem that emphasizes martial arts over literature?"

Shopkeeper's smile:

"In recent years, the Japanese pirates have become more and more serious along the coast. Our young master wanted to take part in the martial arts examination to fight against Japanese pirates, but he was stopped by the master and asked him to study and take the Jinshi exam. The young master was so angry that he hung bamboo carvings in this study to persuade scholars to go out and make contributions. "

After hearing this, Zhu Youtang and Dongfang Bubai were both silent. The social ills of the country's emphasis on literature over military affairs are that the weak efforts of a scholar are not enough, unless the country is determined to adjust.But how can the difficulty of this be understood by ordinary people.

The shopkeeper noticed the change in the atmosphere, and quickly brought back the topic:

"What do the two young masters want to buy in the shop?"

Zhu Youtang stood up and cupped his hands:

"Choose something for everyday use." As he said that, he looked around the store, and saw a bunch of scrolls on a shelf. It was Wang Xizhi's "Seventeen Posts" written by Wu Kuanlin, the number one scholar in the eighth year of Chenghua Dynasty, and he couldn't help turning his head. He glanced at Dongfang Bubai who was watching him.

Dongfang Bubai's Wang character is very good.

When he saw Dongfang Bubai's handwriting for the first time, he was very surprised. He didn't expect that a person from the rivers and lakes with a bad background could write such good handwriting.

The wanton and flexible Wang character is also in line with Dongfang Bubai's temperament.

Then he couldn't put it down to the official document instructions written by Dongfang Bubai.

He went to the shelf and took down the scroll, unfolded it and casually said to Dongfang Bubai:

"Dongfang, your handwriting is eight points higher than Wang Youjun's."

Dongfang Bubai's heart softened, Zhu Youtang's words of Dongfang caused him to stir up more and more ripples in Dongfang Bubai's heart, Dongfang Bubai's eyes were smiling and his lips parted slightly:

"pity."

Zhu Youtang nodded, but did not lift up:

"It's a pity."

Dongfang Bubai walked behind Zhu Youtang, Zhu Youtang felt Dongfang Bubai approaching, he saw Dongfang Bubai's cotton white clothes and the shallow cloth shoes on Dongfang Bubai's feet out of the corner of his eyes, he didn't care and continued to read the scroll carefully .

The scroll that Zhu Youtang was reading was a copy of Wu Kuan. Although it is rare, it is not precious.

Dongfang Bubai stood still behind Zhu Youtang, and his eyes gradually slid over Zhu Youtang's fair neck, beautiful earlobes, and handsome face. His eyes gradually darkened, and a trace of love from the Wuji Spring in the back mountain of Heimuya appeared in his heart. Longing, he slowly lowered his head behind Zhu Youtang's ear and whispered:

"Why is it a pity?" The voice was hoarse.

Zhu Youtang answered subconsciously:

"It's a pity that my handwriting is not as good as one-tenth of that of the East."

Immediately afterwards, Zhu Youtang put away the scroll, turned around, his clear eyes met Dongfang Bubai's deep and dark eyes, and he froze on the spot.

Dongfang Bubai's eyes were deeply aggressive, and there was visible struggle.

This was the first time he could clearly see Dongfang Bubai's emotions from Dongfang Bubai's eyes.

Someone seemed to be holding the heart tightly, but he still asked the question he was going to ask just now when he turned around in a daze.

"What is the East regretting?"

Dongfang Bubai was dazzled by the clarity in Zhu Youtang's eyes, and he raised his hands to close Zhu Youtang's eyes as if possessed, stroked the back of Zhu Youtang's head, and kissed his lips deeply.

Dongfang Bubai's lips were extremely cold, but Zhu Youtang was warm.

After a long time, Zhu Youtang heard Dongfang Bubai's deep voice sounding beside his ear:

"It's a pity I didn't meet you sooner."

With a "snap", the scroll in Zhu Youtang's hand fell to the ground.

The author has something to say:

After writing this chapter, I was abused by myself inexplicably. . . (??.??)