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On the Qingming Festival, the memorial service is prosperous, and the incense is filled with all the power of incense. At night, the Great City God of Jizhou will sacrifice his thoughts to devour and enjoy the many worships and tributes.

Standing on the pen holder tower, Ye Junsheng took this scene into his eyes, and his heart was quite touched, and he had a better understanding of the mysterious world of immortals.

Looking at the sky above the Chenghuang Temple, except for the blue air clouds transformed by countless incense and thoughts, one can see a purple air and a red air, which are as thick as a baby's arm, domineering and mighty, hovering into a mysterious situation, guarding the temple.

Such power is much stronger than that of the little city god in Pengcheng, and it is not above the same level: the gods are divided into levels. If the little city god in Pengcheng is a little god, then the big city god in Jizhou belongs to the middle god level.

In front of such a god, Ye Junsheng did not dare to act rashly to avoid revealing traces. After watching for a while, he felt that the time was almost the same, so he immediately went down the tower and returned.

On the way, I met two ghost soldiers with green faces and shirtless faces. They were half a foot shorter than ordinary people, with green faces and fangs, with a tuft of red hair on their heads, and their upper body was bare. There was only a black unknown animal skin around their hips, covering their shame. A pattern similar to a sign was depicted on the animal skin, which could be seen as the figure of a temple, and the words "Jizhou Great City God" were embroidered.

The two ghost soldiers each held a three-stranded fork in their hands. They were talking while walking, and their voices were vague. They could not hear it unless the Yin God left his body:

"Let's go there soon. Tonight, the master will be promoted to the tent and soldiers. If he misses the moment, he will be scolded by the judge."

"Today's Qingming Festival, why did the master suddenly want to get promoted to the tent and get a soldier?"

"How do I know this?"

"Is there something big happening in the near future in Thirty-Three Days? Is the fight going to start?"

"What do you think about this? Go quickly..."

As the two ghost soldiers spoke, they passed by Ye Junsheng, one of them suddenly looked at the location where Ye Junsheng was, as if he had noticed.

The other one was impatient and shouted, "What are you doing?"

"I just seemed to smell the breath of a stranger."

Another person looked around and there was no movement, and he couldn't help but say: "It's said that your nose is not clear. You are suspicious all day long. If you don't tell you, you can sniff it slowly. I'll take a step first."

"Oh, I'll just say it, wait."

Speed ​​up and follow quickly.

Ye Junsheng stood still and watched their backs, thinking: the altar was set up in the thirty-three days to enthrone the gods, and a total of 365 righteous gods. Each of them mastered the jade talisman and ordered them, and they would naturally raise soldiers and generals under their hands. Such as ghost soldiers and generals, Taoist soldiers and generals, Buddha soldiers and generals. The terms are different, and the essence is the same. Each of them has the methods of raising soldiers, and each family has different methods.

The so-called "cutting grass into horses and sprinkling beans into soldiers" is what it means.

Ye Junsheng was quite interested in this regard. The Qiankun Heaven and Earth Space with the mysterious yellow stone seal of the heaven and earth is the best magic weapon for raising soldiers and generals. But he did not have the secret manuals and could not enter the door, and he did not know how to raise the soldiers and generals.

I returned to Duchenhe, floated into the room, and my soul shell fitted without mentioning it.

The next day when I arrived at the academy, I saw Chu Sanlang's sweat-blooded horse, which was hard to buy, proudly tied to the open space. Two servants were serving him diligently, for fear that another strand of hair would fall off and cause a whip.

Raising a horse is never easy.

Compared to cattle, raising horses costs several times more effort, not to mention that this is an extremely noble BMW? You must be more careful and need a dedicated person to cook every day. Every meal that BMW eats, you have to make soy milk, mix eggs and other fine feeds and mix them together and put them in a manger.

Just a meal of horse feed is enough for ordinary people's daily expenses.

Today, Chu Yanei came very early...

Ye Junsheng glanced at the BMW and stepped into the school. It was still early, and the teacher who was in class did not come. The students talked freely.

As soon as Ye Junsheng sat down, a follower suddenly came over and invited him outside, saying that Chu Sanlang was invited. After pondering for a moment, Ye Junsheng followed him out and finally turned into a quiet school.

Chu Sanlang was standing inside, standing tall. When he saw him coming, he bowed his hand slightly: "Ye Junsheng, I heard that you are the number one talented man in the north and can write good articles and poems."

Ye Junsheng said calmly: "It's all polite to others, and you can't take it seriously."

Chu Sanlang laughed: "Whether it is true or fake, I won't say that fake." He paused and clapped his hands, and an entourage immediately walked in, holding a tray in his hand. Just because the tray was covered with a red cloth, I couldn't see what was in it.

The follower placed the tray directly in front of Ye Junsheng.

Ye Junsheng was stunned: "Is this?"

The follower immediately lifted the red cloth and immediately shone with golden light. It was two lines of gold ingots arranged neatly, both of which were five taels and one ingot, exquisite and clever, and shining with light. This is a magnificent and most exciting thing in the world.

Ye Junsheng narrowed his eyes, and he had a sense of responsibility in his heart, but he didn't speak.

Chu Sanlang looked at him and then said, "Forty taels of gold, buy three poems for you each, and then use tomorrow's outing as the theme, come!"

With a shout, another follower came in with the four treasures of the study, put them in front of Ye Junsheng, and grinding the ink very diligently.

Not long after, the ink was ground, and the follower picked up a pen and said respectfully: "Mr. Ye, please!"

Ye Junsheng was not moved. At this time, he naturally understood that Chu Sanlang meant nothing more than buying poetry. This situation was not uncommon. In the literary world, there were often dandy disciples from wealthy families who asked someone to write and write some good poetry, and signed their own lives to gain a reputation.

In private places, this has become an unwritten dark rule.

Chu Sanlang looked at Ye Junsheng, and his face still had a gentle smile: "Ye Junsheng, if you are not very stupid, you should know who I am."

"I know."

Chu Sanlang laughed: "That's good, to be honest, I have had a natural charm since I was a child. Whenever I made a request, no one would refuse. For example, when I wanted to eat milk, the nurses would rush to take off their clothes; the servants would quickly buy the signature dishes from the shop I wanted to eat and deliver them to me; for example, in summer, I felt very hot, and I wanted ice cubes, so the ice would definitely appear in time; if I wanted a woman's body, she would definitely lie on the bed and wait..."

He paused and stared at Ye Junsheng's expression: "Now, I want you to write six poems about outings, and then take away the forty taels of gold."

His eyes were sharp, like two knives. However, Ye Junsheng's expression was like the ancient well without waves, and he couldn't see any waves, so he was very calm. He reached out, picked up a ingot of gold, and weighed it in his hand.

The five-two-fold gold has a heavy hand, and the heavy feeling is very at ease.

Seeing that he was moved, Chu Sanlang immediately smiled again, but what Ye Junsheng said next was like cutting his face, which hurts very much—

"Forty taels of gold exchange for six poems, this transaction is good. But I have not been interested recently. Not to mention six poems, one of them can't be made, so I can only apologize. Next time, I will find me again if I have the chance next time."

Chu Sanlang's eyes flashed with cold light: "I have been rejected once, and I will not ask for a second time."

Ye Junsheng said "Oh" and said apologetically: "That young man can't help either."

Chu Sanlang stared at him tightly, as if he wanted to see through what he was thinking: a mere child who had settled down, even if he had won several poets in the third exam, in his opinion, he was just a scholar, without power and power, and dared to disobey his own requirements?

Is this kid pretending to be noble?

Thinking of this, Chu Yanei said word by word: "Ye Junsheng, you might as well think about it again. If we can write six poems before going out tomorrow, our cooperation will still count."

Ye Junsheng said simply: "Don't think about it anymore. If you can't write it, you can't write it. Why should Mr. Chu make things difficult for the young actor?"

"Okay, that's great!"

Chu Sanlang laughed instead of anger, stopped the follower's movements with his eyes, and smiled with his hands behind his back: "It seems that from now on, this young master's sweat-blooded BMW will find a new groom. If the number one talented man in the north is to raise a horse for me, he will definitely be able to raise the BMW more fat and strong."

After saying that, he walked out with great strides.

The follower pointed at Ye Junsheng and shouted, "You are so shabby scholar, you are irresponsible, and you will have good fruits to eat in the future." He picked up gold, four treasures of the study and other things, and followed his son out immediately.

Ye Junsheng patted his clothes and went straight out to class. Looking at Chu Sanlang's position, he was empty, and I guess he had already rode out to vent.

After class, as soon as he walked out of the door, Huang Chaozhi grabbed him. He walked to the side and asked anxiously: "Junsheng, why did you hate that Chu Yanei?"

Ye Junsheng asked: "You will know so soon?"

Huang Chaoyi stamped his feet: "Oh, Junsheng, you have caused a big disaster now, but what should I do?"

"How did you know?"

Huang Chaozhi said anxiously: "It's been spreading... This guy said that he would keep everyone's eyes open. He wants you to be a groom and help him raise horses."

Ye Junsheng said suddenly: "He said so when he was in front of me."

Seeing that he was still dissatisfied, the emperor was not anxious and the eunuch was anxious. Huang Chaozhi was really a little depressed and quickly made suggestions: "Junsheng, you have a good relationship with Master Xuezheng, hurry up and go and talk to him. If Chu Yanei takes action, it would be too late. He is the master who can do anything. Stepping on us to death is like stepping on an ant. As long as Master Xuezheng is willing to come forward, there will be a turning point."

Ye Junsheng smiled and said, "Junsheng, don't be too nervous. Maybe Chu Sanlang is just talking."

"Just say it?"

Looking at Ye Junsheng, Huang Chaozhi almost suspected that he had become the sinister and fierce Ye Shuchi who was not familiar with the world and did not understand the world's evil and fierceness.

When is this time? Will Chu Sanlang be the kind of guy who "just talk"?

Clinker Ye Junsheng looked very serious: "I feel relieved, the world is so great, the truth is the most reasonable. If Mr. Chu really wants to force himself, I will reason with him."

"Make a reason?"

Hearing this, Huang Chaozhi staggered and almost fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!