Nightwatcher Chapter 35: Back Pot Man

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As more and more poems were copied, Xu Qi'an gradually found out the tricks of "showing saints" to scholars. You can answer what others ask, this is what Guapi can do.

Be sure to lift your appetite.

As it is now, from the fourth to the drinker, from the drinker to the oiran, from the oiran to the maid serving at the dinner, all are looking at him and waiting.

In all eyes, Xu Qi'an got up and paced in the hall. After seven steps, he paused and said leisurely: "Ten years to sharpen a sword."

Chu Yuanzhen was stunned. He just said that he was raising a sword, and Xu Qi'an immediately made this sentence. He didn't run away. This poem was written for him.

No. 4 was immediately moved. He had never met Xu Qi'an before. After a few words of joy, he was willing to write poetry for him. He was so kind and enthusiastic to treat others, which is really embarrassing.

No.3 is a valiant scholar. Although he has some minor problems in pursuit of profit, he is generally a person worthy of friendship. His cousin is more old-fashioned than him, and he is a real brother.

At the same time, Chu Yuanzhen thought of the example of the Ziyang layman, and his heart was slightly hot. He is also a scholar and loves poetry. When encountering such a rare opportunity, there is no reason not to look forward to it.

Xu Qi'an looked around everyone, and read the second sentence: "Frost Blade never tried."

Ten years of sharpening a sword, Frost Blade has never tried... The officials present chewed this poem with a smile and bright eyes.

This couplet is neat and tidy, no matter the charm or mood, it is like Xu Qi'an's previous poems, but the charm of the poems is not only the charm and mood.

Ten years of sharpening a sword, never tried the Frost Blade!

In a short sentence, the lofty ambition is on the paper. Ten years of sharpening a sword, this pretentious spirit can only be written by a young man like him.

Chu Yuanzhen's eyes were bright, and he straightened his waist unconsciously, lying half-legged on the case, and leaning forward, looking forward to the next page.

Too appropriate, so appropriate.

Over the years, he has traveled north and south, opened his horizons, and cultivated his sword spirit. This human sect's best magic weapon has always been hidden in the scabbard and has not been displayed.

It will finally come out of the sheath, but Chu Yuanzhen himself has not thought about what will happen in the future, let him draw out this sword.

It wasn't until Renzong Dao's first flying sword passed the book recently that he called him back to meet Tianzong disciple Li Miaozhen, Chu Yuanzhen suddenly realized that he was waiting for this time.

It's just how much regret in my heart, this sword will be out of its sheath, and it must be earth-shattering, and it is not what he wants to use to kill Li Miaozhen.

"What is the Federation of Xia League? Under what circumstances will it come out after ten years of hard work?"

Chu Yuanzhen muttered in his heart, full of eagerness to "learn from".

At this time, Xu Qi'an shook his head and sighed: "The XLian has not decided yet."

"!!!"

"Well, how come this is gone? It can't be without, how can a poem only have the upper couplet."

"Master Xu, don't be willful, we are still waiting."

"What is Xialian, think again, think again..."

In the hall, everyone's eyes widened, unable to accept this fact.

Xu Qi'an spread his hands and returned to the feast with the wine glass, and said helplessly: "I really didn't think about it. Let me do half of the song first, and I will make up the other half for Brother Chu later, how about?"

"...This can only be done." Chu Yuanzhen said disappointedly.

Everyone reluctantly accepted this result.

The wine order continues. Although Yaling is elegant, but the atmosphere is slightly weak, Fuxiang proposed to punch, and everyone agreed.

The oirans accompany the alcoholic guests to punches and have a great time.

"Why don't we play the pot pot."

Chu Zhuangyuan, who is not accompanied by a beauty, proposed.

This wine banquet was designed for him. He is the protagonist of the banquet, and he has the final say.

The rules for pitching pots are very simple. Put a pot in the hall. The drinkers will each have three arrows. Those who miss it will be fined. Those who shoot can order anyone in the court to drink.

After a few rounds, this group of officials who are not lowly drunk, gradually changed from game participants to spectators, and then from spectators to cheering crowds.

On the court, only Xu Qi'an and Chu Yuanzhen were throwing pots, and each one must hit. The two seemed to be angry, and neither of them would admit defeat.

The oiran waved their flags and shouted, Xu Qi'an and Chu Yuanzhen made any shots, and they cheered loudly, their faces flushed with excitement.

Such a wonderful pitching matchup is very rare.

In the beginning, the oiran could be treated fairly, not taking any side, slowly, the twelve oiran divided into two camps, one supporting Chu Yuanzhen, the other being a fan of Xu Qi'an... All the women Xu Qi'an had slept with, Fuxiang, Mingyan, Xiaoya, etc.

"There is no way to tell the outcome, I suggest blindfolding." Xu Qi'an said.

Chu Yuanxuan pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said: "Even if you are blindfolded, you must hit every shot. My suggestion is that each person has 20 arrows. Whoever finishes the shot first wins."

Can play!

The alcoholic and the oiran's eyes lit up and they all agreed.

Fuxiang Mingming the maidservant took the silk scarves and blindfolded them. Xu Qi'an found that the silk scarves were hazy, with good light transmission, and the outline of the barnacle could be vaguely seen.

He turned around silently, his back to the court.

Chu Yuanzhen was taken aback, smiled and shook his head, and turned his back.

The atmosphere on the court became more active. Not only did he mask his face, he also turned around. They had never seen this gameplay before.

"How to play this." Ming Yan said softly: "Who can vote!"

The other oiran chuckled: "Which one of the two adults can win, Ming Yan will take care of whom tonight."

Ming Yan blushed and gave a "pooh" before secretly looking at Xu Qi'an.

Xu Qi'an habitually hailed, blindfolded and laughed: "If you can't, you won't be successful, and there are too few winners. I want you all."

The oiranes were not at all shocked, and responded with a grin: "Sir Xu Minger is afraid that he is not going to support the wall to Yamen Yingmao."

There was a burst of laughter, Yingying Yanyan.

"No. 3 declined my proposal, looking like a serious person who never went to teach Fangsi, his eldest brother, but the opposite."

Chu Yuanzhen sighed with emotion, this Xu Qi'an is really a romantic person, and he is like a fish in the water at Jiaofang, and is more open than any scholar.

For the current scholar-bureaucrats, the Jiaofang Division and the brothel are more of a place for socializing, drinking and socializing with colleagues and classmates. The restaurant is a place for ordinary people to go. For people with real status, the first choice is Jiaofang Division.

The talented oiran acts as a magistrate, and there is a delicate and well-behaved maid serving wine.

But the scholar-officials take their face into consideration and will not be too sloppy, this Xu Qi'an is different.

"Being a ghost under the peony flower is also romantic!" Xu Qi'an hugged the fragrant waist.

The sudden golden sentence made everyone present secretly admire how this person's talent is so terrible, good sentences and good poems are just right.

If this person is studying, he will become a great scholar.

Xu Pingzhi is not a son of man.

"Boom!"

An arrow was accurately thrown into the barnacle, interrupting everyone's divergent thoughts and returning their attention.

Xu Qi'an, who has voted for one, smiled and said, "Brother Chu, it's started."

"Okay!" Chu Yuanzhen responded lightly.

While speaking, he casually threw an arrow back and hit it accurately.

"Wow..."

Ming Yan exclaimed, his eyes widened.

Boom boom boom...

Xu Qi'an and Chu Yuanzhen each have an arrow. Every shot must be hit, and every one hit, the oiran exclaimed, feeling wide open.

Throwing the pot is just a small game, but it was played out by the two.

One after another, when Xu Qi'an finished the tenth one, Chu Yuanzhen had already voted 13 and only seven were left in his hand.

When Xu Qi'an had five in his hand, Chu Yuanzhen had only two in his hand.

It seems that the outcome is divided.

Fuxiang and Mingyan, the oiran who supported Xu Qi'an, looked sad and could not hide their disappointment.

The oiran who supported Chu Yuanzhen applauded in advance and applauded the 27th year champion Lang.

Officials who were on the sidelines seemed to have expected this result a long time ago, but their smiles were the weakest.

Chu Yuanzhen is a legend. When he was still a student, he stood out among his classmates. He was outstanding in talent and appearance. Then he abandoned his writing and practice. No one liked him. A close friend cut off his robes from him.

Who would have thought that in just a few years, he would soar into the sky and challenge the golden gong to open up. Although he was defeated, Wei Yuan was hailed as the number one swordsman in Beijing.

In their opinion, such a peerless genius is naturally more brilliant than Xu Qi'an who can investigate cases.

At this time, Chu Yuanzhen had already thrown the penultimate arrow and entered the pot accurately.

Floating Fragrant pursed her lips, retracted her gaze from the barnacle, and glanced at Xu Qi'an. She was surprised to find that the corners of the man's mouth were gently raised........ She was familiar with this expression. Every time Xu Qi'an was proud of the spring breeze, Will slightly raise the corners of the mouth.

He is sure? !

As soon as his thoughts came up, Fuxiang saw what could be called an absurd scene. Xu Qi'an threw the five arrows in his hand at the same time. They drew a neat arc in the air, and they entered the pot perfectly.

The five arrows have only one sound: Boom!

The hall fell silent for an instant, and the eyes were round.

This also works?

"Ah..." Ming Yan cheered and threw himself into Xu Qi'an's arms excitedly: "Master Xu, the Nujia loves you to death."

The fragrance frowned again and again.

"It's amazing [Liancheng fo]." A yushi exclaimed.

"It turns out that throwing pots can also be played like this, which is eye-opening." Another official smiled and agreed.

The oiran look at Xu Qi'an's eyes suddenly full of admiration.

Chu Yuanzhen took off the silk scarf and smiled, "Awesome."

The play at Chawei didn't end until the beginning of Haishi (9 o'clock in the evening). The oiranes yawned again and again, got up to say goodbye, their skirts fluttered and their bodies were light.

Despite being a little sleepy, the beauties still feel unfulfilled. They feel that there is Xu Qi'an, and the banquet with the first swordsman in the capital is too interesting, but it is a pity that such high-quality guests cannot be met every day.

Ming Yan secretly wrote in the palm of Xu Qi'an, seduce him to his Qingchi courtyard, but was stabbed a few words lukewarm by the fragrance, and then driven away.

Chu Yuanzhen did not stay overnight at Jiaofang Division, so he left. Xu Qi'an personally sent him out of the hospital.

No. 4 is too indifferent and free and easy, and has the character of a scholar...I can't find a chance to let him die socially...Xu Qi'an looks at the swordsman in Qingshan Back view, I feel very sorry.

However, scholars have their weaknesses, such as poetry.

He hid the Xianlian first and waited for the right time to take it out.

Leaving the maidservant to clean up the mess, Fuxiang took Xu Qi'an's arm into the bedroom. Xu Qi'an was sitting at the table drinking tea, her ears moved, and she heard Zhong Li's voice.

He turned his head and glanced at the screen, her graceful shadow was reflected in the candlelight, cast on the screen, one by one, dresses were removed and replaced with light gauze.

When taking a bath, Xu Qi'an suddenly said:

"Redemption for you in a few days."

Floating fragrance froze for a moment, Lingxiu's eyes flashed with complex colors, which quickly settled, and chuckled: "Xu Lang just became a viscount, and now the concubine has a bad reputation for you."

"Yes." Xu Qi'an said with a smile, hugging her slim waist.

After taking a shower, he and Fuxiang rolled on the bed. When the young white robe came in and out, he suddenly heard a "click", followed by a sense of weightlessness.

The bed collapsed.

Fuxiang exclaimed and entangled Xu Qi'an, the white python-like long legs clinging to his waist, startled.

...... Zhong Li, I'm looking for Jianzheng to return the goods!

Xu Qi'an was furious.

...........

Out of Yingmei Xiaoge, Chu Yuanzhen waved his sword, and the long sword on his back seemed to come alive, free from **** like a fish, and stopped in front of him.

Chu Yuanzhen stepped on the scabbard and said softly: "Go."

The long sword paused slightly, pierced the night sky suddenly, and swayed straight up.

The moment he flew into the night sky, Chu Yuanzhen felt countless eyes locked on him in the capital, and then moved away. The gaze that made his back chill the most came from the towering star-gazing tower.

He quickly left the inner city and flew towards the south of the outer city.

If I remember correctly, Hengyuan on the 6th is in the Yangshengtang. He lowered his height and searched for a long time, finally found the Yangshengtang in Nancheng.

Chu Yuanzhen is not a native of Beijing. He studied in the Imperial College, and has been living in the inner city. From now on, I have lived the outer city where the poor gather.

Press the head of the sword and land lightly in the courtyard of the Yangshengtang. As he jumped down the scabbard, he heard the sound of chanting the Buddha's name from under the eaves:

"Amitabha."

Chu Yuanzhen held the hilt of the sword, inserted the sword back into the back of the sword pocket, and looked at the sound. In the darkness under the eaves, standing in the dark, a monk in blue and plain navy, with a burly figure, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a face The lines are stiff.

"Master Hengyuan?" Chu Yuanzhen greeted with a smile.

"It's a poor monk, the benefactor is number four?" Hengyuan folded his hands together, quietly examining him.

The two people who met for the first time did not appear to be very calm, neither close nor unfamiliar. Hengyuan led Chu Yuanzhen into the house, lit the oil lamp, and took out a jug of wine from the bed, and found two Porcelain bowl, simply wipe the dust with the sleeve.

Chu Yuanzhen never said no to wine, the wine was dry when it was ready, but he was a little curious: "Can a Buddhist disciple drink?"

Hengyuan replied calmly: "Monks are not afraid of meat."

There is also a subtext in this sentence: monks do not need to keep the precepts.

"I saw number three today."

Chu Yuanzhen regretted not bringing peanuts, wine but no food, and felt that something was missing.

Hengyuan nodded.

"No. 3 pretended not to know me... With his ingenuity, I believe he recognized me at that time, and for some reason he pretended not to know."

Chu Yuanzhen shook his head helplessly, and said: "The eighth-grade self-cultivation state, the cultivation base is a bit shallow."

However, he knows the secret of No.3, and No.3 has something to do with the sub-temple’s rushing into the sky. When dealing with No.3, one cannot simply look at the surface.

Master Hengyuan took a sip of wine and said in deep thought: "Compared to No.3, the poor monk is more congenial to Master Xu. You may not know that he did not die in Yunzhou..."

Waiting for the 6th to explain Xu Qi'an's resurrection from death, Chu Yuan nodded: "Although the bodily pill is good, it is too restrictive. He can survive by his own luck.

"I just met Xu Qi'an at the Jiaofang Division. I have a good impression of her. I want to hear that you have discussed it too many times in the fragments of the ground book, and I have no strangeness to him."

After a pause, No.4 smiled and said, "I haven't gotten along with No.3, but Xu Qi'an really has an appetite for me."

After drinking the dirty wine in the jar, Chu Yuanzhen asked to see the child. After reading it, his expression was rather depressed.

"Although I don't like Buddhism, they have a saying that is right. The world is like a sea of ​​bitterness, and all beings are struggling in it." Chu Yuanzhen said with emotion.

Master Hengyuan glanced at him.

Chu Yuanxuan said hurriedly: "No offense."

Hengyuan then looked back.

"Three days later, we will try the second game. Let's go and see the number three together." Hengyuan said: "The number three is not willing to disclose his identity with us. He said that if we meet, we just have to laugh at each other. Yes."

"That's it." Chu Yuanzhen suddenly realized.

.........

In a flash, three days passed.

The sky is bright, and Xu Erlang, accompanied by his family, arrives at the Gongyuan.

"The ninth grade of Confucianism has the ability to never forget. This test is for Jingyi, and Erlang must be stress-free." Xu Qi'an patted his shoulder and encouraged.

Uncle Xu and Aunt Xu smiled.

According to Jiro himself, the strategy questioning of the first day played very well, he was good at strategy questioning, and the second session was not too problematic.

In the eyes of the second uncle and aunt, Erlang has become a tribute.

Xu Xinnian raised his chin slightly, and said proudly: "There are a lot of students from all over the world. Don't be negligent. There may be better people than me."

Maybe...Xu Qi'an said in a heart that you are better at pretending to be.

Farewell to his family~IndoMTL.com~ He walked to the gate of Gongyuan and planned to line up to enter the venue. At this moment, a loud voice came from his ear: "Amitabha."

Xu Xinnian looked sideways and saw two people standing on the street. One was a burly monk and the other was a swordsman in blue shirt.

After seeing his opinion, the monk and the swordsman both showed secret smiles.

....... Xu Xinnian's face froze, his head lowered, and he hurriedly returned to his father and elder brother, feeling a little safe in his heart.

"Father, eldest brother, I suspect that someone wants to plot against me." Xu Xinnian said solemnly.

When Xu Pingzhi heard the words, his eyebrows were raised immediately, his eyes flashed: "Who?"

He is a guard of swordsmen who patrols the city. He knows that a large number of knights from the rivers and lakes have poured into the capital recently, which is a very unstable factor for public security.

The most obvious thing is that there are more gentlemen in Liang Shang. Those who have spent all their money in the capital and have no money to make a living, the first choice is theft and robbery.

"A monk, a swordsman." Xu Xinnian looked back and pointed somewhere behind.

Xu Qi'an looked for a moment and said, "Where is anyone?"

"???"

Xu Xinnian showed a look of horror: "I was there just now."

"Well, I also said that you are not under pressure. I think you have hallucinations." Xu Qi'an patted the little brother on the shoulder and said:

"Jiro, those who do not know and behave strangely, don't pay attention to them."

Speaking, put his hand behind Xu New Year's back.

Xu Erlang looked at his back and wondered: "What does this mean, brother."

"It's okay, help you back the pot."

..........

PS: Today’s cleaning is over. I was soaked and fainted. I almost fainted. I hurried to turn on the air conditioner to help me.....My life was given by the air conditioner. It's so hot.