I engaged in modernization in ancient times

When Mo Shaoheng came to Bird Clothes Lane, the timing was just right.

Nanli's mission was already waiting there, and the leader was Gu Jiusi.

There are also many people around, probably to watch the fun.

Mo Shaoheng said to Nan Yi, "Stay in the carriage and don't show your head."

With Nan Yi's wit, he naturally knew what to do.

Only then did Mo Shaoheng get out of the car.

The surroundings also began to boil, Mo Shaoheng really came to this literary battle after the seven-day appointment.

Mo Shaoheng cupped his hands to Gu Jiusi, "I've seen the teacher."

Gu Jiusi snorted coldly and didn't answer, he was just watching the fun.

Mo Shaoheng was rather embarrassed, and then looked at the shops on both sides of the street in Niaoyi Lane.

Yesterday he set the place of Wendou in Bird Clothes Lane, the purpose is to let spectators enter this street.

Look, it is indeed better for people to come in.

Just looking at the shop, there is still no one except the shopkeeper.

Mo Shaoheng: "..."

Sighing, yes, it's a step forward, at least the streets are no longer empty with leaves falling.

Straighten up, it's noon now.

At this time, a green-bearded scholar from the Nanli mission came out. This man was named Wang Zhihan, and he was also a very famous scholar in Nanli, and he was very good at poetry.

Wang Zhihan said, "It's noon, can we start the Wendou?"

Mo Shaoheng nodded, "However... I can ask Nanli to come up with a question, but how about Wendou's method is up to me?"

Wang Zhihan: "..."

Wendou's way?

There are actually many ways of literary combat, but in general, it is to write poems around the topic, and the final result is determined by the quality of the poems.

It is of course a huge advantage for him to ask Nanli to come up with a question.

Wang Zhihan looked behind him, and the people from the Nanli Mission nodded.

Yesterday, Mo Shaoheng agreed that what he learned in Nanli would have more influence on their reputation than this literary battle, and now they are asked to write a question in Nanli. If they still fail to comply with the other party's request, it is really unreasonable up.

Wang Zhihan asked, "How do you compare?"

The onlookers also pricked up their ears.

If Mo Shaoheng can win in this way, they really don't know what to say.

A wild smile appeared on Mo Shaoheng's face, and he stroked the strings with his hands. It was a song "Li Sao" recorded in the masterpiece "Xiawai Shenpin" by the sages.

For a moment, the sound of the zither was brilliant, and the elegance and free and easy of literati, poets, and scholars were fully displayed on Mo Shaoheng.

Uninhibited, indulgent but not vulgar, like drunk life and dreaming of death, extraordinary and free and easy, proud of the world, is a celebrity.

The voice was wild to the extreme, "Sheep have the grace of kneeling and breastfeeding, and crows have the righteousness of feeding back. All the poems and essays I have learned come from Nanli. Today, my teacher is now. If I use what I have learned to fight against Nanli, is it a scholar? ?”

The voice was high-pitched and arrogant, which shocked everyone's hearts.

Is Mo Shaoheng really not fighting poetry with poetry?

If he loses, his reputation as the legend of Linjiang Immortal and the number one talented scholar in Beiliang will definitely be damaged.

The young men from Nanli were also shocked. Why did such a young master, who puts all his kindness in his heart, do such a disloyal thing in the first place.

The people from the Nanli Mission also opened their mouths. They originally took this as a threat, but they wanted to put a lot of pressure on Mo Shaoheng, but unexpectedly...Mo Shaoheng actually agreed.

Gu Jiusi also trembled slightly with his hands. People in the world are so ruthless, and there are too few people who can really take kindness and righteousness to heart when disaster is imminent.

Some people may be extremely stupid in the eyes of everyone, but they have to admit that although they are stupid, they have the most noble soul in the world.

Everyone fell silent under Mo Shaoheng's voice.

Such a person was forced to such a point.

Is Mo Shaoheng going to admit defeat arrogantly?

Some people will stand up and lose even if they lose, even if they lose, they will not lose the spirit of a scholar.

As a result, Mo Shaoheng changed the subject, "I don't need the poetry and prose I learned in Nanli, I can use the words of sages who have been sages since elementary school to compare with you."

Scholars have learned ancient books from childhood, and if they don't understand the text without explaining the meaning, they can be said to have been passed down by the sages themselves. This is also a kind of romance for scholars, and naturally it can be called not what they learned in Nanli.

Everyone's still-moved expressions froze immediately.

The expression of the Nanli Mission was also stiff.

Gu Jiusi's hands stopped shaking, this... this opportunistic little fox.

It's just that Mingjing really met the requirements of this literary struggle, and it also avoided the embarrassing situation of Mo Shaoheng not being able to write poems and lyrics.

Mo Shaoheng continued, "I have a flying flower order game specially designed for Mingjing competition."

"The [-]-member group I invited formed the Flying Flower Order, and they are now upstairs on both sides of the street."

"The rules are simple, we ride through the streets and break into the group of hundreds of people."

"Whoever passes through the most people wins."

That is to say, the person upstairs throws the order, and Mo Shaoheng and Wang Zhihan receive the order at the same time, and then the hundreds of people upstairs receive the order, and so on. Wang Zhihan can't, whoever can't answer will naturally lose.

Anyway, Mo Shaoheng had the final say on the method of the competition, and the people from Nanli also agreed.

Wang Zhihan: "..."

Taking a look at Mo Shaoheng, the other party used such methods to cleverly avoid their problems.

However, they still took advantage of their southern departure from the topic.

Mo Shaoheng had a smile on his face, it was just a competition with Nanli, he didn't take it to heart, but had another purpose.

Glancing at the windows with shuttered windows on both sides of the street.

At this time, someone led two horses over.

The two got on their horses and stood on the street.

It was only then that everyone reacted to Mo Shaoheng's "opportunity". Fortunately, they were a little touched just now, but they were immediately attracted by this novel game.

The rules are indeed simple, even if they hear them, they will probably understand them.

But where did Mo Shaoheng find the hundred-member group?

According to the rules, after Mo Shaoheng and Wang Zhihan received the orders, the hundred-member group also had to receive orders.

If you can't familiarize yourself with the ancient books, wouldn't it be very easy for Mo Shaoheng and Wang Zhihan to pass this flying battle, and the competition would become meaningless.

Just as he was thinking, Mo Shaoheng said, "Let's begin."

The hand is drawn across the strings, and the spring thunder hums, like a signal of beginning.

Upstairs, the closed windows were slowly opened, and everyone looked over.

Then the whole scene was silent for a moment.

The mouth was so wide that it couldn't be closed.

Are they wrong?

He even rubbed his eyes suspiciously.

Wang Zhihan was also confused, what does Mo Shaoheng mean?

The ones who opened the windows were all women in colorful dresses?

A noble girl from Beiliang?

Mo Shaoheng's hundred-man flying flower formation is made up of women?

Just as there was an uproar, a neat and bright voice like an oriole came from upstairs.

"I, a girl from Beiliang, was born to be a mountain, not a stream. I should overlook the gully from the top of the mountain." (Note: The original sentence comes from Ms. Zhang Guimei's female college motto.)

"I, a girl from Beiliang, can also wear red makeup and gallop on the battlefield. How can a woman give way to a man."

"I am a girl from Beiliang..."

The sound wave has a unique timbre, and it is the first time that it truly washes away the invisible imprisonment in front of everyone.

Zhao Yanqiu was also here to watch the excitement, but he was stunned when he saw the red makeup on the window, which looked like a smear of red makeup in the cold snow.

What did he see, this... This is his Princess Beiliang.

If this got to the ears of the sage, Mo Shaoheng's skin would have to be pulled out.

Some people also exclaimed a lot, because they also saw a familiar figure.

In their eyes, the gentle and gentle girls and children of the family, now...now they stand in front of the window like a learned and talented woman.

How many people have dropped the things in their hands to the ground without realizing it.

no?Did you read it wrong?impossible?

But staying in my mansion every day and seeing my sisters and children every day, there is no possibility of admitting my mistake.

But people who should be very familiar, at this moment, they feel a little strange.

Also, this is obviously a group of women's neat and clear voice, why did it make them feel so shocking?

Perhaps it was also issued by a group of women, so it has such incredible power.

Born to be a mountain, not a stream, should you look down on the valley from the top of the mountain?

She, a noble girl from Beiliang, must have been delicate since she was born, but...but it feels weird to speak out loudly in front of everyone.

For a while, I don't know how many people were stunned.

This is the shock of this era.

Mo Shaoheng also sighed, the last time he went to the eldest princess, these noble girls from Beiliang sighed a lot.

They like their poem hundred people group very much, but they can only entertain themselves, and it is a pity that they dare not show it to others.

They can only sneak around every time. After a long time, naturally there is a lot of silt in their hearts. Why do their women even sneak around for a small hobby of their own? They obviously haven't done anything that violates public order and good morals.

This little request cannot be fulfilled.

At that time, Mo Shaoheng also sighed, the world is difficult, especially for women.

But he has no good way to forcibly contend with the whole secular ethics, not to mention that he can't do it, even a saint has to think twice.

Unless... it happens at the right time, and it is seamless, so that no one can come up with a reason to pry this worldly injustice bit by bit.

It just so happened that yesterday, the people from the Nanli mission actually tricked him into not having to engage in poetry and prose. He immediately thought of the Ming Jing and the Princess of the Hundred Girls Group.

Normally, Mo Shaoheng would not feel that there was anything wrong with pulling out this girl group of hundreds, but other people might not think so, especially those old-fashioned old-fashioned ones.

But the situation is different now. Now the women's [-]-member group came out to win glory for Beiliang. If they won, who would dare to make irresponsible remarks?

If someone really dares to say it, just go back, you are so capable, you go to win glory for Beiliang, go to Wendou with Nanli's celebrities, and see if you can defeat Nanli's celebrities.

If you can't do it, in Mo Shaoheng's words, you just can't do it less.

Mo Shaoheng repaired a book yesterday and asked someone to send it to the eldest princess, originally as an inquiry.

In the end, these noble girls from Beiliang were more excited than Mo Shaoheng, and they had long since wanted to sneak around like they were doing something shameful.

Now there is this group of Kaolin Flowers who stand in front of the window, even their relatives and friends can hardly recognize them.

As a contestant, Wang Zhihan was the first to realize, "This is a celebrity contest between Nanli and Beiliang, you actually let a group of women..."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Shaoheng said, "I, Beiliang, don't mind what you mind? Besides, Jiu Sigong didn't object, why are you so angry?"

Gu Jiusi: "..."

He just hasn't recovered yet.

At this time, upstairs, the eldest princess Zhao Jinhe, dressed in red makeup, said, "The ancients only loved the flying flower order, but today people also write poems. The two of you came to my flying flower order today. I wish you two victory and a famous name in the world. "

The words were a little cold, but calm.

Not a bad host.

This kind of Zhao Jinhe is also a reassurance for the girl group.

Then he said, "It's noon, and the competition begins. Please ask the Nanli Mission to come up with a question. Each person has [-] breaths to answer the question."

Wang Zhihan: "..."

Mo Shaoheng said: "Are you afraid?"

Wang Zhihan frowned. In fact, the Nanli mission had already discussed the topic just now, and he thought in his heart that even if he made a fool of himself, it was Beiliang who made a fool of himself. What did Nanli have to do with him.

Since Beiliang is not afraid, what are they afraid of?

It's just a group of women, what talent can they learn.

Wang Zhihan said, "Let's take flowers as the theme."

Zhao Jinhe's voice came, "According to the rules of the flying flower formation, I will throw the order first, and the two of you please accept the order."

"Only all flowers are the most brilliant, and the world knows when the flowers bloom." (Note: The verses in this chapter are all rewritten by Soap (cover face))

There are two Chinese characters in the sentence, which can be regarded as a choice, as long as the word "Hua" in the verse that receives the order is in any of these two positions, it is considered correct.

As the first sentence of throwing orders, it is indeed good.

Mo Shaoheng answered directly, "When the flowers bloom, the mountain is full of flowers, and when the flowers fall, the flowers fall everywhere."

At the beginning, it seemed simple to the celebrities of the country who had read the history books.

Wang Zhihan almost didn't think about it, and said directly, "You don't know the year in the hibiscus account, but you can know the spring when the fragrance of flowers is fragrant."

The No.2 woman upstairs continued the next sentence almost without interruption, "In the mirror, the clouds and temples are golden, and the beauty is like a flower, and it is more beautiful than a flower."

The test begins.

Only then did everyone react, and they saw Mo Shaoheng and Wang Zhihan riding on horseback on the street, and they started to move forward without stopping.

The verses of the sages are constantly in the mouth.

The horses passed by the small buildings on both sides of the street, and the unique voice of a woman recited poems upstairs.

Quite proud of the spring breeze and horseshoe disease, I can see all the scenery of Chang'an flowers in one day.

Everyone: "..."

It turns out that's how the game is played.

Breaking through this flying flower formation can actually make people so energetic, crossing the streets with high heads, it is almost like getting married.

If he performs extremely well, it is very possible that Liangjing's name will be passed on.

Scholars, whether they are unknown or celebrities, all have a good reputation.

Just like now, everyone's eyes are on the people who broke through the formation.

Everyone could not help but follow behind the two horses.

One sentence per person makes people very excited.

In particular, almost no one is hesitant to give and take orders.

Pleasing to the eye, this is the demeanor of a scholar.

Surprisingly, the noble ladies from Beiliang upstairs also responded fluently, giving people a feeling that they are not in the slightest.

This is their noble daughter from Beiliang?

They usually stay in the boudoir one by one and don't go out, when did they become so powerful.

The girls in Guixun's family are also literate, and can read some poems for fun, but that's all.

In addition to looking at Mo Shaoheng and Wang Zhihan, some people also looked nervously at the noble girl from Beiliang upstairs.

Because it's their daughter's turn soon, what's the matter with the feeling of anticipation in their hearts?

He obviously felt that this was inappropriate, but he also hoped that the women in his mansion could cope with it smoothly. This was a dispute with Nanli celebrities.

No matter what state of mind it is, the horse is constantly moving forward.

The crowd became more and more surprised, especially when the group of hundreds was over half, and many of these audiences were scholars. They were following orders, but they were getting more and more difficult, and even many of them had been unable to accept orders for a long time.

This flying flower formation is really not easy. It seems easy in the front, but it becomes more and more difficult in the back.

Although the noble girl from Beiliang upstairs was getting slower and slower, she still had no intention of stopping.

For some reason, there is a feeling that their cognition has been completely refreshed.

Fortunately, as we continued to move forward, some women started to skip because they couldn't accept the order, otherwise they would have to doubt life.

However, this was so shocking that they didn't know how to react for a while.

Continue to move forward, when everyone is watching more and more exciting, and the hundred-member group has passed most of the time.

At this time, Wang Zhihan also frowned and stopped.

Although he is also conceited to memorize extensive knowledge, but the poems of the sages that can be used are still fewer and fewer poems with the word "flower" fixed in a fixed position.

Mo Shaoheng looked like he didn't care, it was really annoying to see, and he didn't know if he really didn't care or just pretended.

Wang Zhihan thought for a while and continued to answer. He really deserves to be a well-known celebrity.

Mo Shaoheng's answering speed remained unchanged.

Everyone: "..."

It's too contemptuous of people, even if you pretend to hesitate.

But such wantonness is chic.

Wang Zhihan's forehead was covered with sweat, and he needed to think longer and longer.

The hundred-person group was about to pass by, and the noble girls from Beiliang upstairs were also extremely nervous. This time they had to win, so that they would have a reason to play their poetry competition in the future.

Mo Shaoheng rolled his eyes, if this Wang Zhihan broke through the hundred-member group, wouldn't it be a tie?

This will not work.

Suddenly bent down and whispered something to the veteran who was leading the horse next to him.

The veteran gave Mo Shaoheng a strange look.

Wang Zhihan also accepted the order this time, and when it was Mo Shaoheng's turn, Mo Shaoheng made a thoughtful gesture for the first time.

Wang Zhihan was taken aback for a moment, and then thought, this is right, otherwise he really thought that Mo Shaoheng directly stuffed the book into his head.

At this time, the veteran leading the horse suddenly said loudly, "Thirty, twenty-nine, twenty-eight..."

People watching: "..."

The rule of Feihua Ling is that each person has [-] breaths to answer, and everyone just counted silently in their hearts at the beginning.

What's the matter with this veteran?Excited to count them all?

But... What the hell, you are from Zhenbei Palace, now is the time for Mo Shaoheng to answer, don't you...

Everyone's hands trembled when they heard it, at least Mo Shaoheng was representing Dou Nanli, a celebrity from Beiliang.

It's good to count when you are in Wang Zhihan.

Mo Shaoheng smiled and answered when he counted to fifteen.

It's Wang Zhihan's turn.

The veteran continued to count the time loudly.

Wang Zhihan: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Mo Shaoheng also blinked at Wang Zhihan, "Someone has to time it."

Everyone blinked their eyes.

It is indeed fair, because no matter who answers the question, he will record the time. This is also fair, lest someone delay the time and deny it.

Just, on purpose.

Wang Zhihan: "..."

I don't know why, but my heart is getting more and more nervous, especially when the number is reported, especially when the number of reports is getting less and less.

Moreover, Mo Shaoheng began to answer the questions without any hesitation, he was obviously shabby just now.

The sweat on Wang Zhihan's forehead couldn't help but flow down, and he didn't know if it was really just because of the hot weather.

Thirty interest...too little.

Finally, when there were only a few people left in the group of hundreds.

"Ten, nine, eight..."

It was as if everyone was holding their breath, and even began to read in a low voice.

It's too exciting, it's obviously Wendou.

Why does Mo Shaoheng's "game" always touch people's hearts so much?

"one……"

Whoa!

They won, and Beiliang won again.

Although when Mo Shaoheng changed the method of competition into Mingjing, they felt that there was hope of winning a literary competition that was impossible to win.

Mo Shaoheng's victory seemed to be expected by everyone.

What they really didn't expect was...

Everyone couldn't help but looked up at their Gaoling Flower in Beiliang.

Such a noble girl from Beiliang seems to be pretty good too, she won honor for Beiliang.

Look at Wang Zhihan's face turning green.

The happiest must be the noble girls of Beiliang. They usually don't care about winning or losing, just take it as a fun, but today they must win.

Mo Shaoheng also breathed a sigh of relief, and was almost dragged into a draw by this Wang Zhihan.

A celebrity in the world, no one can underestimate him, he can win thanks to his photographic memory.

Bird Clothes Lane was full of boiling sounds for a while, and seemed to have forgotten Mo Shaoheng's "mistakes" for a while.

Mo Shaoheng looked at the shops on both sides, but his expression was not very good.

The veteran leading the horse said, "Perhaps the competition just now was so beautiful that no one entered the shop."

Mo Shaoheng thought to himself, it's better not to comfort him.

Business is so difficult.

Zhao Yanqiu who was next to him muttered, "Let him shine again, this Mo Shaoheng will die for a day?"

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Mo Shaoheng got off his horse and stopped in front of Zhao Yanqiu.

Zhao Yanqiu actually asked angrily, "Why?"

It can be regarded as the last time Mo Shaoheng was in the battle of the three streets, he was treated for helping him plan to fight King Yan, although he still lost in the end.

Mo Shaoheng smiled and replied: "There is no perfect thing in the world, there is no No. 1 in literature, and there is no second in martial arts..."

Zhao Yanqiu spat out a mouthful of saliva.

He was nice and nice just now, thinking that the last time Mo Shaoheng fought King Yan together with him, it turned out... Mo Shaoheng would fight him again, right?

What the hell is definitely asking him for a duel, he is familiar with the beginning of this sentence.

I was so angry that my hands were shaking.

As for his sword, he shouldn't have given Mo Shaoheng a good look.

Mo Shaoheng thought to himself, how could his way of gathering popularity, such as the Battle of the Three Streets, be interrupted. Although the people gathered have not entered his shop for the time being, what if they want to open one day?

Now that there were quite a lot of people, the news that Mo Shaoheng was "fighting" with His Highness Fifth Highness again spread like wildfire.

People didn't leave either, just stayed and continued to watch the fun.

Zhao Yanqiu was trembling with anger, and looked at Mo Shaoheng again, "Who else can you ask to fight for you when King Yan is not here today? The team in my house is the youth group, and the Eagle Guards in your Zhenbei Palace follow the rules. Can't play."

King Yan is probably still in the afternoon court meeting.

Mo Shaoheng said, "Aside from King Yan, I can't ask anyone else to help me?"

Zhao Yanqiu was laughed out of anger, and Mo Shaoheng really didn't know himself, "The whole of Liangjing, seeing you Mo Shaoheng now, who doesn't hide as far away as possible, for fear of causing trouble, I will return it to you." Help punch?"

Mo Shaoheng: "..."

Tell the truth.

He said angrily, "You're still the same as before, you obviously like wandering around in front of my eyes..."

Before Zhao Yanqiu lost his temper, Mo Shaoheng swallowed his words and turned around and ran, saying while running, "Just wait, someone will fight for me."

The preparations for the Battle of the Three Streets were actually very simple. They placed some wooden arrow towers, etc. The arrow towers were originally stored in the nearby shop.

It will take a while until it's ready.

Everyone knows the rules.

Zhao Yanqiu was still wondering who else Mo Shaoheng could find to help him. At this time, Mo Shaoheng was announcing the start of the youth group competition of the first season of the Battle of Three Streets, and the two sides began to choose people to play.

When Zhao Yanqiu looked disdainfully in the direction of Mo Shaoheng's team, he almost staggered and fell off the stool.

I saw five women holding red-tasseled spears standing heroically on top of five war horses.

"Pfft... Mo Shaoheng, are you going to tell me that the ones you invited to fight me are my princess and noble daughter of Beiliang?"

Mo Shaoheng also had some headaches. Among the noble girls in Beiliang, there were indeed a few swordsmen and guns. When he returned to Liangjing to meet the eldest princess for the first time, the eldest princess Zhao Jinhe even dragged him into a martial arts competition, wanting to experience the spring and autumn fingering skills.

Everyone has different personalities and hobbies, and Mo Shaoheng doesn't think there is anything wrong with women dancing swords and guns.

How sassy.

Naturally, it was difficult for Mo Shaoheng to refuse such a small request.

In addition, the opponent is Zhao Yanqiu, Zhao Yanqiu will definitely make people pay attention to propriety.

Mo Shaoheng said, "You'd better worry about it, don't lose too badly later."

Zhao Yanqiu's expression turned pale, it was exactly what he thought.

He felt that it would be easy for the elders of these noble girls to surround Mo Shaoheng every day, and at first glance, these noble girls came from the Wu Xun family.

The sage is probably going to trouble Mo Shaoheng too.

Ever since Mo Shaoheng returned to Liangjing, there hasn't been a single day without trouble.

The audience who stayed to watch the game: "..."

God, they must be blind.

After all, the Poetry Hundreds is still an elegant thing, what do they see now?

Anyway, the game is on.

Mo Shaoheng sat on the "podium".

Zhao Yanqiu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly said in his heart, don't give him a surprise, otherwise he will lose face.

Fortunately, his team is full of masters.

Mo Shaoheng glanced at Zhao Yanqiu, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and suddenly said, "Competition is never a game for one person." (Note: The sentence is changed from "Full-time Master")

It's a team game, and it's never up to anyone to win or lose.

But, Zhao Yanqiu probably doesn't have this kind of awareness yet. Mo Shaoheng has also seen the players in his team play, and most of them focus on their individual performance.

Mo Shaoheng began to arrange tactics, and deliberately avoided Zhao Yanqiu in a low voice.

Zhao Yanqiu: "..."

Heh, what kind of tricks are you playing?

Mo Shaoheng said to the few people on the field, "Our team may not be as powerful as them..."

The ladies looked at Zhao Jinhe, and Mo Shaoheng strangely.

Mo Shaoheng continued, "But our advantage is also very obvious. You all rode horses today, and your movement speed far exceeds them, so here I have a set of strategies to end the battle quickly... Well, strategy..."

"The assistant directly follows the jungler, and after quickly clearing the jungle, rely on mobility to directly raid various lanes..."

Mo Shaoheng explained the tactics.

Before the audience could react from the shock, the game had already begun.

What's worth mentioning is that Mo Shaoheng saw Zhao Jingcheng, a little fat man in Zhao Yanqiu's small army, brazenly resisting the charge of weapons.

Addiction is too great.

On the battlefield, the first highlight moment came sooner than Mo Shaoheng imagined.

A horse, dressed in red, and a long spear, directly pushed the opponent's hero into the range of his own arrow tower, and cooperated with the arrow tower to complete the first kill.

Now the guards of the Zhenbei Palace are very familiar with these announcements.

Amidst the "first kill" and an unbelievable sound, Mo Shaoheng was also stunned for a moment.

The Eldest Princess Zhao Jinhe's strength was even better than he thought. It was a pleasant surprise. Although it was a team game, the stronger the individual strength, the greater the advantage.

Mo Shaoheng glanced at Zhao Yanqiu, and did not forget to say, "Work hard."

Zhao Yanqiu: "..."

Dare to come to pick him up?

The game between the two sides continued.

The audience screamed again and again.

The aristocratic girl from Beiliang, who is full of maneuverability, keeps rushing to various places to carry out raids and attacks.

Although bright spots such as "double kill" and "triple kill" rarely appear, because as soon as the opponent comes to support, they will run to the other way, but it is also very exciting to sneak the enemy in a hurry.

What's even more surprising is that from time to time with the arrival of the jungler and support, the three of them can knock down a tower.

Zhao Yanqiu: "..."

Mo Shaoheng blinked, surprised or not?Is it surprising?

The audience is also dumbfounded, why?

Isn't Zhao Yanqiu's team strong enough?

Certainly not, but it turned out to be one-sided from the very beginning.

The game ended sooner than expected.

Zhao Yanqiu: "..."

Fortunately, he still felt that after Mo Shaoheng came back from Nanli, he showed some signs of reformation, so he must be blind.

Zhao Jingcheng's little fat man ran over while holding his weapon, "Why did you lose so quickly? I haven't even had fun playing the game yet, and I've only died a few times."

Zhao Yanqiu: "..."

What is this little fat man talking about?He also persisted for a long time.

Mo Shaoheng always wanted to save some face for Zhao Yanqiu, thinking that today's competition would be fine, but the eldest princess heard that Mo Shaoheng was leaving and would not continue to command, so she wrote a note for someone to invite An old general.

Mo Shaoheng: "..."

Zhao Yanqiu: "..."

Mo Shaoheng gave Zhao Yanqiu a self-conscious look, and slipped away.

The audience is still digesting, when did his noble daughter from Beiliang become...become so different.

In fact, what is different is that they have suppressed their preferences and personalities.

At this time, a carriage approached Mo Shaoheng, it was the carriage of their Zhenbei Palace.

Nan Yi stretched out his small head, "Master, Jiu Sigong has left the city with the people from the Nanli Mission."

Mo Shaoheng nodded, walking in such a hurry.

He couldn't personally send the teacher out of town, but he could always take a look at it from a distance.

He got into the carriage and asked, "Aren't you very afraid of staying with Jiu Si Gong?"

Nan Yi frowned, "But Jiu Sigong is always reluctant to leave."

The sorrow of youth.

The carriage drove to the gate of the city, just in time to see the backs of Jiu Sigong and his party leaving.

Mo Shaoheng couldn't help lamenting that he was still traveling between the two countries at such an advanced age.

After watching the people leave, Mo Shaoheng said to Nan, "Nanli's mission has left, and you will be freer in Liangjing in the future."

After saying a few more words, it was only then that I realized that there were many refugees at the gate of the city.

Ragged, yellow and thin, some huddled up, just curled up in a corner.

They lost their homes and traveled thousands of miles. Liangjing was their only hope. It is conceivable how many hardships they encountered on the road.

Even Mo Shaoheng, this was the first time he saw such a sad scene.

He has always felt that the loss of Xunzhou has nothing to do with him at all, and he has always felt that refugees from the six regions of Xunzhou coming to Liangjing are just a noun.

But now I see that this area is full of dirty, confused, and weak refugees.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

At this time, someone at the gate of the city began to distribute rice porridge, and the refugees surrounded them.

The rice porridge was very thin, and Sophora japonica was added to it, which was his proposal to reduce food consumption and reduce the burden on the court.

At this moment, a refugee suddenly dropped the rice porridge he had been given to the ground and burst into tears.

Mo Shaoheng listened carefully.

"Is this porridge made by that thief?"

"Even if I starve to death, I won't receive any small favor from that thief."

There was a lot of crying and noise.

If the people in Liangjing hated Mo Shaoheng so much that they didn't even want to set foot on the street where Mo Shaoheng's shop was located, then what about these Xunzhou people who had left their hometowns and lost their families?

Nan Yi also opened his mouth, which was caused by his Nanli attacking Xunzhou.

In the end, Mo Shaoheng couldn't open the curtain of the carriage to take a look.

Instead, he said to Nan Yi, "Remember this moment. Peace is more important than anything else. You may face many problems like this in the future, but think about what you see now."

Nan nodded, half understanding.

Mo Shaoheng returned to Bird Clothes Lane, but the game was still going on.

In the shop, a sweaty little fat man was paying while holding a huge bamboo tube full of ice.

Mo Shaoheng smiled, ha, there is actually a business.

Seeing someone coming in, Zhao Jingcheng was so frightened that he quickly covered his face with his chubby hands, "I don't know me, I don't know me."

Seeing that it was Mo Shaoheng and Nan Yi, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Mo Shaoheng couldn't help asking, "How is your Beiliang youth team going?"

Hearing this, Zhao Jingcheng's head drooped, "Don't talk about it, I had resisted that kid Zhao Yuning out of the dormitory today, and asked him to come with me to serve as soldiers for others, but that kid actually took advantage of me not paying attention. , ran away in a puff of smoke."

"I've never seen him run away so slickly."

"It's just oil and salt."

After speaking, he looked at Mo Shaoheng again, and pointed to Nan Yi who was sitting on a stool with an ice cream, "Is he really that good?"

The last time he only heard Mo Shaoheng bragging, saying that he was invincible at the same age, he forgot to verify whether it was true or not.

Mo Shaoheng smiled, picked up the spoon in Zhao Jingcheng's bamboo tube, stretched out his hand and flicked it, and the spoon shot towards Nan Yi like a hidden weapon.

Nan Yi, who was gnawing on the ice cream, suddenly stretched out his hand to grab the spoon, and looked at Mo Shaoheng suspiciously.

Why did you sneak up on him?

Zhao Jingcheng opened his mouth wide: "..."

Inner strength to listen to the wind?

This little Taoist priest... This little Taoist priest has developed his inner strength, how old is he?

Although Zhao Jingcheng is not very good at martial arts, he also knows the stage of a warrior. There is a world of difference between a warrior who has cultivated inner strength and a warrior who has no inner strength.

Of course, there are different stages for inner strength fighters. At the beginning, the inner strength is formed in the body, and then the inner strength can be attached to the weapon, and then the inner strength can be released externally.

Zhao Jingcheng ran over in a hurry: "Nan... Brother Nanyi."

Fatty rubbed his hands together, he had heard Mo Shaoheng calling Nan Yi's name before.

Nan Yi was startled, why did the fat man's voice suddenly become so scary, "What... why? Wipe the drool from the corner of your mouth first."

Zhao Jingcheng: "Brother Nanyi, do you want to be the most prestigious boy?"

Mo Shaoheng smiled, Zhao Jingcheng was able to fool Nan Yi, and he wrote the name upside down.

I went to ask the shopkeeper how the business was.

After getting the answer, Mo Shaoheng: "..."

It really is a luxury.

I couldn't help asking, "What about the business on the two streets next to me?"

"I heard it was full again."

Mo Shaoheng: "..."