As he copied more and more poems, Xu Qi'an gradually discovered the secret of "showing his sage" as a scholar. Answering what others ask is something only Guapi can do.

You must whet your appetite and whet your appetite.

Just like now, everyone from No. 4 to the drinkers, from the drinkers to the oiran, from the oiran to the maids serving at the table, are all looking at him and waiting to see what happens.

In full view of everyone, Xu Qian stood up and walked around the hall. After seven steps, he paused and said leisurely: "Ten years to sharpen a sword."

Chu Yuanzhen was startled. He had just said that he was raising his sword, and Xu Qi'an immediately said this sentence without running away. This poem was written for him.

Number 4 was immediately moved. He had never met Xu Qian before, and after a few pleasantries over wine, he was willing to write a poem for him. He was so kind and warm to others, which was really shameful.

No. 3 is a chivalrous and courageous scholar. Although he has some shortcomings of pursuing profit, he is generally a person worth getting to know. His cousin is more old-fashioned and warm-hearted than him, and he is worthy of being a brother.

At the same time, Chu Yuanzhen thought of the example of Master Ziyang, and his heart was a little hot. He was also a scholar and loved poetry. There was no reason not to look forward to this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Xu Qi'an looked around at the crowd and read out the second sentence: "The frost blade has not been tried yet."

After ten years of sharpening a sword, the frost blade has never been tested... The officials present chewed on this poem, with smiles on their faces and bright eyes.

The couplets in this couplet are neat, and both the charm and artistic conception are similar to those of Xu Qi'an's previous poems, but the charm of the poem is not just about the charm and artistic conception.

After ten years of sharpening a sword, the frost blade has never been tested!

In a short sentence, the ambition and pride are vivid on the page. It took ten years to sharpen a sword, and this pretentious spirit can only be written by a young and successful person like him.

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

So apt, so apt.

Over the years, he has traveled far and wide, broadened his horizons, and cultivated his sword skills. This top-notch magical weapon of the Human Sect has always been hidden in the scabbard and has never been displayed.

It will eventually be unsheathed, but Chu Yuanzhen himself has never thought about what kind of situation will happen in the future that will make him pull out the sword.

It was not until recently that Renzong Taoist priest Feijian sent a message calling him back to fight Tianzong disciple Li Miaozhen, Chu Yuanzhen suddenly understood that he was waiting for this moment.

He just felt a lot of regret in his heart. When the sword was unsheathed, it would definitely shake the world. It was not what he wanted to use to kill Li Miaozhen.

"What is the second couplet? After ten years of sharpening a sword, under what circumstances will it be unsheathed?"

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

At this time, Xu Qian shook his head and sighed: "I haven't thought about the second couplet yet."

"!!!"

"Why, why is this gone? It can't exist. How can a poem only have the first couplet?"

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

"What is the second line? Think about it again, think about it again..."

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

Xu Qian spread his hands, held the wine glass and returned to the table. He said helplessly: "I really didn't think about it. Let's do this. I'll do half of the song first, and I'll make up for the other half to Brother Chu later. How about that?"

"...This is the only way." Chu Yuanzhen said disappointedly.

Everyone reluctantly accepted this result.

The drinking order continued. Although Yaling was elegant, the atmosphere was a bit dull. Fuxiang proposed a fist pump, which was unanimously approved by everyone.

The oirans played boxing with the drinkers and had a great time.

"Why don't we play pot throwing?"

Chu Zhuangyuan, who had no beauty by his side, suggested.

This banquet was specially designed for him to cleanse himself from the dust. He is the protagonist of the banquet and he has the final say.

There are rules for throwing pots. It is very simple. Place a pot in the hall, and each of the drinkers shoots three arrows. Those who do not hit the arrows are fined with wine. Those who hit the arrows can order anyone in the room to drink.

After several rounds, this group of high-status officials became tipsy and gradually changed from game participants to bystanders, and then from bystanders to cheering and cheering people.

Xu Qian and Chu Yuanzhen were the only ones on the field who were throwing pots, and every pot was sure to hit. They seemed to be angry, and neither of them wanted to admit defeat.

The oirans were waving flags and shouting. If Xu Qian and Chu Yuanzhen made a hit, they would cheer loudly, their faces flushed with excitement.

Such a wonderful pitching duel is very rare.

At first, the oirans treated each other fairly and did not favor any party. Gradually, the twelve oirans were divided into two camps. One side supported Chu Yuanzhen, and the other was a fan of Xu Qian... All of them were Xu Qianzhen's fans.

The women Qi'an slept with, Fuxiang, Mingyan, Xiaoya, etc.

"There is no winner in this game, so I suggest you blindfold yourself," Xu Qian said.

Chu Yuanzhen pondered for a moment, shook his head and said: "Even if you are blindfolded, every shot will hit. My suggestion is that each person shoots twenty arrows, and whoever shoots them first will win."

Can play!

The drinkers and courtesans' eyes lit up and they all expressed their approval.

Fuxiang ordered the maid to get a silk scarf and blindfold the two of them. Xu Qian found that the silk scarf was hazy and had good light transmittance, and the outline of barnacles could be vaguely seen.

He turned around silently, facing away from the field.

Chu Yuanzhen was stunned, shook his head with a smile, and turned his back.

The atmosphere on the field became more lively. Not only did they mask their faces, they also turned around. They had never seen this style of play before.

"How do you play this?" Ming Yan said softly: "Who can hit the target!"

Another oiran giggled: "Whoever wins between the two adults, Ming Yan will serve him tonight."

Ming Yan blushed and said "poof", then secretly looked at Xu Qi'an.

Xu Qi'an was accustomed to talking loudly. He covered his eyes and laughed and said: "No, no, the lead is too small. I want all of you."

The oirans were not afraid at all and responded with smiles: "I'm afraid Mr. Xu will have to hold on to the wall to go to the Yamen to answer questions tomorrow."

There was a "boom" of laughter, like warblers and swallows.

"No. 3 declined my proposal. He seems to be a serious person who never goes to Jiaofangsi. However, he, the elder brother, is just the opposite."

Chu Yuanzhen sighed in his heart, this Xu Qian was indeed a romantic person, he was like a fish in water in the Jiaofang Division, and he was more open-minded than any scholar.

For the current scholar-bureaucrats, Jiaofangsi and brothels are more of a place for socializing, drinking and socializing with their colleagues and classmates. Restaurants are places where common people only go. For people with real status, Jiaofangsi is the first choice.

A talented courtesan serves as the commander, and a delicate and well-behaved maidservant serves the wine. This is a good example.

However, scholar-bureaucrats take their appearance into consideration and will not be too dissolute, but this Xu Qian is different.

"It's cool to be a ghost under the peony flowers!" Xu Qian hugged Fu Xiang's waist.

The sudden golden words made everyone present secretly admire how this man's talent was so terrible, he could speak good lines and poems with ease.

If this person studies, he will become a great scholar.

Xu Pingzhi is not a son of man.

"Boom!"

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

After throwing one, Xu Qian smiled and said, "Brother Chu, it's begun."

"Okay!" Chu Yuanzhen responded calmly.

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

"Wow......."

Ming Yan exclaimed and widened his eyes.

Dong Dong Dong...

Xu Qi'an and Chu Yuanzhen each had an arrow, and every shot was sure to hit. Every time they hit one, the courtesans exclaimed, and it felt like an eye-opener.

Pot throwing is just a small game, but the two of them played it in a variety of ways.

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

When Xu Qian had five left in his hand, Chu Yuanzhen only had two left in his hand.

It seems that the outcome has been decided.

Fu Xiang and Ming Yan, the courtesans who supported Xu Qi'an, looked dim and could not hide their disappointment.

The oirans who supported Chu Yuanzhen applauded in advance to give applause to the man who was the number one scholar in the 27th year of Yuanjing.

The officials watching around seemed to have expected this result, and their smiles were the weakest.

Chu Yuanzhen is a legendary figure. When he was still a student, he already stood out among his classmates with outstanding talent and appearance. Later, he gave up literature and practiced Taoism. No one thought highly of him, and one of his best friends angrily cut ties with him.

But who would have thought that in just a few years, he would soar to the sky, challenge Jin Luo and Kaitai, and even though he was defeated, he was honored and was hailed as the best swordsman in the capital by Wei Yuan.

In their opinion, such a peerless genius is naturally much more brilliant than Xu Qian, who is good at investigating cases.

At this time, Chu Yuanzhen had already thrown the second to last arrow, and it hit the pot accurately.

Fuxiang pursed her lips, looked away from Barnacle, glanced at Xu Qian, and was shocked to find that the corners of the man's mouth were slightly raised... This expression was very familiar to her, and Xu Qian would smile slightly every time he was proud of himself.

Lift the corner of your mouth.

Is he sure?!

As soon as the idea came to mind, Fu Xiang saw 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 hit the pot perfectly.

The five arrows have only one sound: Boom!

The hall fell into silence for an instant, and pairs of eyes widened.

Is this okay?
To be continued...