"Three literary battles and three martial battles, what will determine the outcome?"

The strategist quickly spoke and took the lead.

Zi Lan sneered, turned her head and shouted loudly at her people, "What do you think."

"war."

Many people responded together, uniform and magnificent, suppressing their momentum.

"Sure, how do you want to play? After you have finished choosing, I'll say one too. If you don't have a lottery, you'll be more elegant. The loser cut off a finger."

Zi Lan looked at the crowd with interest, and was very satisfied with seeing their surprised expressions and eyes.

Zhou Yi concentrated and stared at Zi Lan with a gloomy face. He underestimated this woman, no wonder Wei Wenzhuo returned home in a defeat and lost without any wickedness.

"Okay, since the county lord is so interested, we should accompany you to the end. It's about the fight."

"Are you fighting a martial arts fight? Naturally, it's a life-and-death fight. Isn't there a life-and-death fight in the martial arts court? Those who lost both games will have this matter because of you. If you lose, you will be fully responsible. The customers who run the order will be responsible for paying all the money and double the losses of my Xianglou, and at the same time I will compensate me for one store as compensation."

Zilan tilted her head and smiled brightly.

"Then you lost."

Zhou Yi gritted his teeth and looked very gloomy, and he felt like he was in a trap.

"How about I lose and pay you this Xianglou?"

Zi Lan smiled softly, her expression was very pleasant. It hasn't been so exciting for a long time. It's really interesting.

"Okay, that's it."

"Since I'll fight first, how do you choose?"

"Work, well, there is a stick of incense to memorize and guess the dice points?"

"Can."

Zi Lan doesn't care. Because of the spiritual cultivation of space, her five senses are naturally much more sensitive than ordinary people, so she is not afraid of these things at all.

The struggle of literature first and then the struggle of martial arts. The struggle of literature is the strategist and Zhou Yi himself. It is enough for Zilan to deal with them alone.

Zi Yan was very worried and pulled his sister's sleeve and asked, "Or, I'll do it if I'll endorse me."

Zilan smiled at his brother, "Brother, believe me."

The eyes were calm and light, firm and powerful.

"All right."

Zi Lan turned around and muttered in Cui Hao's ear, "Be careful that he uses a secret trick to harm you."

Cui Hao slightly closed his chin to show that he understood.

Zi Lan sat on the stage and competed with the strategist in the first game.

"Then I'll do it first. Miss. Nantongzhou, North Tongzhou, North Tongzhou, North and South Tongzhou, please contact the next couplet."

The strategist smiled confidently at everyone, and he didn't dare to be the strategist of the prince of the royal family.

Zilan looked at the burning stick of incense and smiled, without any rush or slowness, calm and calm, "Spring reading, autumn reading, spring and autumn reading."

"good."

Zi Yan shouted loudly, the parallelism was neat and perfect, and it was very elegant and not vulgar.

The strategist was slightly stunned. He really had two tricks, no wonder he could get praise from the emperor.

"Let's come again, Baita Street, yellow blacksmiths, red furnaces, black charcoal burns, blue smoke, blue light, purple iron, and faces north and south to fight east and west."

The strategist's expression became serious and his expression became very serious.

"Tanshui Bay, the bitter peasants, wear cold hats, bend sore waists, and are spicy, sweating, cut sweet cane, raise your wife, teach your children and raise your grandchildren."

"good."

The spectators couldn't help but applaud. It was indeed good, and Zhou Yi's domineering and despicable methods also made everyone a little disgusted.

The strategist was a little panicked now and paced back and forth on the stage. Time passed by minute by minute. Zilan looked around and said, "Get tea."

The manager asked someone to make tea, personally served it, and specially opened the lid of the teacup for her, indicating that we were not cheating.

Zilan slowly tasted tea, "No hurry, there is still time, you can think about it slowly, I will accompany you to the end today."

"Let's come again. Flowers, leaves, green and red, but Si Xiangwei is dedicated to supporting him, and does not teach the ups and downs, and is clear and cold. Floats, floes, and scatters, for generations, I hope that lovers will get married, and I like each other for a long time and night."

The strategist breathed a sigh of relief. Although the pair was not that elegant, it was difficult to match. Now that winning was serious.

I turned my head and saw that there was not much burning left. I could pass the game if I won.

Zi Lan drank a mouthful of tea and put down the teacup, "The nine levels of heaven, the nine levels of earth, the eighty-one levels of heaven and earth, the seven and seven and forty-nine days, the two levels of heaven and earth were divided early. Yin and seven and seven and forty-nine days, Yin and Yang were harmonious every day."

After hearing this, the strategist met. After repeating it, he repeated it in his mind several times without any mistakes, and his face turned pale.

"If you give me three pairs, then I should give you one. Listen, the smoke locks the willows in the pond."

Everyone was thinking about it when they saw it openly. Some lowered their heads and pondered in their hands to write, but no one answered.

The counselor's face was covered in sweat, and even Zhou Yi bit his lip, with a look of confusion and contemplation.

Zi Lan curled the corners of her mouth with a sarcasm. This pair is absolutely unparalleled and not that good. There is not much time left. How could I let you pass the test so simply?

"Time is coming soon. If anyone below you can match it, he will win. I have always been generous and not a person with narrow temperament. I will not care too much."

Zilan started to be a good person at this time, and he mocked Zhou Yi for being narrow-minded and having a small matter that he had to use a knife and a gun. He was simply ill.

The right is not right, and even the spectators are not right.

Zi Lan looked at Cui Hao with interest and smiled mysteriously, "Think about it carefully, I will give you time to think about it carefully, I will keep this pair for you to use when getting married."

Some young masters and officials suddenly burst into laughter and the atmosphere relaxed.

Cui Hao's face was slightly red and he scolded in a low voice, "Wait for me, I know you're holding on to bad water."

Zi Lan raised her eyebrows, shook her head proudly, and turned her face to talk to the counselor, "I have used my fiancé's pair. You are not embarrassed. You are treated as the top scholar in my family."

The incense burned, the gong rang, and the manager's voice was loud, "My eldest lady won the first game."

"oh!"

A group of guards waving their swords and screaming, very excited, which made Zhou Yi lose face.

The strategist lowered his head and walked off the stage with a pale face. He stood beside him. Zhou Yi looked at him coldly and said nothing, but his face looked very bad.

"The next round, endorsement."

The two of them took a piece of paper and chose different paragraphs to memorize them in one stick of incense. Whoever memorized more will win. It is very simple, but there is too much time and it will not take long for a stick of incense. It is still a bit difficult to memorize a chapter in such a short time.

The two began to prepare, and the excerpts were checked by both parties and could not be faked.

Zhou Yi believed that he was not inferior to anyone in his talent and learning. The audience was silent, just watching the two of them silently endorse the letter.

The time for a stick of incense was soon, and Zhou Yi cunningly stretched out his hand and asked Zi Lan to carry it first.

Zi Lan looked at him indifferently and started to memorize the text first. His words were clear and smooth without stopping. He memorized all the words he saw in one breath.
Chapter completed!