The sixty-mile journey was not very far, and everyone walked very quickly. After two hours, they arrived at Changning County.

Changning County has a population of hundreds of thousands. After entering the county, it is quite lively. There are many pedestrians on the street, and there are many vendors setting up stalls on both sides, shouting and shouting one after another.

The three girls seemed to rarely come to such a lively place. They looked at it with interest and sometimes stopped to buy some things.

"We're hungry, let's find a place to eat." Gu Qingzhuo said.

People who practice martial arts consume a lot of energy, and after walking for such a long time, they naturally feel hungry easily.

"Okay." Li Buxian nodded.

"How about this restaurant? Yuexian Restaurant is close to the river. You can see the scenery on both sides of the river. It feels very good." Ye Xuelian pointed to a restaurant not far away and said.

"Yue Xian Restaurant is the best restaurant in Changning County. A meal costs two taels of silver. Have we brought enough silver?" Li Buxian was a little embarrassed, "We have no place to make money in Zhenwu Sect, and our family background

I’m not rich, so…”

"This is the embarrassment of taking a girl shopping, and then having no money in your pocket to go to the best places to eat. It seems that you have to make some money." Meng Xing thought to himself.

If you don’t go out, you don’t know the importance of money. Once you go out, you will spend money everywhere.

The original owner had never traveled far. He had been staying at Jianchi Peak for the past three years, and he didn't have much money left with him.

"Then go somewhere else, there's no need to spend this money." Luo Yao said understandingly.

Zhou Ruoqing walked over, looked at a notice posted in front of Yuexian Restaurant, and said: "It says here that as long as you compose a poem, you can have a free meal here, and even provide it for free

Stay one night. Which of you can compose a poem?"

Everyone shook their heads. They were all martial arts practitioners. It could be said that they were all rough people and were not material for poetry.

The owner of this restaurant is really good at business. He attracted everyone's attention through poems and made everyone talk about Yuexian Restaurant. He gained greater benefits at the smallest cost and also made the restaurant more elegant. Meng Xing thought to himself.

At this time, two scholars wearing moon-white Confucian shirts came to the door of the restaurant and looked at the notice. One scholar loudly said: "Boss, I want to compose a poem. Is it true that you can provide a big meal for free here?"

meal?"

"Of course you can. As long as you compose a poem with the word 'moon' in it, and the artistic conception of the poem is not bad, you can have a feast for free." A fat boss came out with a rich look on his face.

, said with a smile.

"Okay, boss, please provide me with pen and ink," the scholar said cheerfully.

Soon, a restaurant waiter brought out a table and placed it on one side of the door, along with pens, ink, paper and inkstones.

This scene quickly attracted people from around to watch, and the entrance to the restaurant suddenly became lively.

"Someone comes to compose poetry again."

"Yesterday someone came to compose a poem, but he wrote a nondescript poem. He also wanted to eat and drink, but was kicked out by the restaurant owner. I don't know what happened to this person today."

"Although there are many scholars in our Changning County, there are very few who are good at poetry. Everyone is studying policy theory and rushing to take the imperial examination."

"This person is not afraid of making a fool of himself. He dares to come here to compose poems. He is obviously prepared."

…

Soon, the scholar took up a pen and wrote a poem. The handwriting was quite good, like dragons and phoenixes.

The owner of the restaurant was also a person who liked reading. He read it out in front of everyone, shaking his head and looking satisfied. After reading it, he said that the scholar had passed and he could go in and have a big meal.

There was a lively applause immediately, and many people watched with envy as the two scholars walked in.

"That's it?" Meng Xing was stunned. Is this okay? The poem is obviously very rough, the artistic conception is average, and it doesn't quite fit the tone, but it still passes?

Is this restaurant owner cheating?

As a college student who graduated from a third-rate university, although Meng Xing cannot compose poetry, he has memorized so many Tang poems and Song lyrics. He can also recite poems without being able to compose them, so he still has the ability to appreciate them.

It seems that the level of the restaurant owner is not that good, and he just wants to do this gimmick to make money.

Zhou Ruoqing and Ye Xuelian were also applauding, watching the two scholars walk in with some envy.

"You are such a good scholar, and you can eat and drink for free," Ye Xuelian said.

Meng Xing thought for a while, and he could remember most of the poems he had learned before, so he picked up one and drank it together. Although it was a bit rude, it would still give everyone a good meal.

Why not give it a try.

So he squeezed into the crowd and came to the restaurant owner.

"Meng Xing, what do you want to do? Do you also want to write poetry? Don't be embarrassed. Let's leave quickly." Gu Qingzhuo said.

Gu Qingzhuo's face is a bit ugly. You are too thick-skinned. You are not good at reading, but you still want to write poetry. You are not afraid of embarrassment, but I am afraid of embarrassment.

Although the Zhenwu Sect also has teachers who teach reading and writing, the main thing is to practice martial arts, and it never requires its disciples to be able to recite poems and write poems.

"Meng Xing, let's go quickly." Luo Yao also said, frowning.

Although she comes from a scholarly family, since her parents passed away and her family broke up, and she came to Zhenwu Sect, she has focused her main energy on cultivation and has not cared about studying.

In this chaotic world, studying is not as useful as practicing martial arts. At least practicing martial arts can protect oneself.

Meng Xing ignored them and said to the restaurant owner: "Boss, I'll write a poem too."

When the restaurant owner saw that he was dressed as a martial artist, he couldn't believe it and said, "How can you, a martial arts student, write poetry?"

"Why can't you, a martial arts student, write poetry? You can't even imagine my poetry talent." Meng Xing said.

"Everyone who learns martial arts is a loser. Go away and stop entertaining me," the restaurant owner said.

The other six members of the Zhenwu Sect looked a little ashamed, and the restaurant owners were chasing them away, but this Meng Xing was still standing there shamelessly.

Li Buxian glanced at Yang Xiaochui with a somewhat reproachful look. If he hadn't brought Meng Xing here, there wouldn't have been so many things. This was making a fool of himself in front of others.

Yang Xiaochui touched his nose and said somewhat unconfidently: "Meng Xing should be able to compose poetry."

Luo Yao and Ye Xuelian couldn't bear to see it. They wanted to pull Meng Xing, but they were afraid that they would make a fool of themselves. Meng Xing's temper was sometimes very tough.

Zhou Ruoqing's eyes brightened slightly, remembering Meng Xing playing the guqin, gentle and graceful, as if he was a master of qin.

"Boss, please listen to my chant first." Meng Xing said.

"Hurry up and get out of here." The restaurant owner said impatiently.

But Meng Xing coughed, straightened his green clothes, and chanted: "The bright moon scares the magpies when it leaves the branches, and the cicadas chirp in the breeze in the middle of the night."

The restaurant owner's driving gestures suddenly stopped, and he said in surprise: "You can really compose poetry?"

"Of course. What do you think of these two sentences?" Meng Xing said.

"Not bad, not bad! There are some artistic conceptions, please write them down quickly." The restaurant owner said with some excitement. Finally, someone who can write poetry has arrived.

Of course he was lax about the poems written by the two scholars just now. In fact, there are not many poets in Changning County who can write poems. They all wrote horribly and thought they were good.

In order to promote Yuexian Restaurant, we can only suffer a few losses occasionally and give it a try to achieve the effect of widespread advertising.

When Meng Xing came to the table, a waiter hurriedly laid rice paper on him.

Gu Qingzhuo, Li Buxian, Luo Yao, Ye Xuelian and others were so ashamed that they almost hid their faces and left. When they heard the restaurant owner's words, they immediately looked at each other.
Chapter completed!