Ma Xiaoquan didn't know how to answer this sudden question.
If it were anyone else, Ma Xiaoquan would refuse without hesitation, but for the girl in front of him, Ma Xiaoquan seemed to have a familiar and unyielding desire for her.
"Yeah." Ma Xiaoquan said, as if he was under a spell.
The girl seemed to be satisfied with Ma Xiaoquan's answer. He raised his head slightly and walked out of the room proudly.
"Remember, this lady is the heart of the flower and the moon, the moon of the moon, and the heart of the palm of your hand. Please remember it carefully..."
Ma Xiaoquan stood in the room blankly, motionless. In his mind, he suddenly remembered the scene when he met Ming Yuexin:
Ming Yue Xin said: This lady is Ming Yue Xin, the moon of the moon, and the heart of the palm of my hand. Please remember it carefully...
"It's so familiar..." Ma Xiaoquan couldn't help but sigh.
Hua Lin walked up to Ma Xiaoquan and waved her hand in front of his eyes. It took a while before Ma Xiaoquan came back to his senses.
"Brother, do you really like that woman named Hua Yuexin?"
When Ma Xiaoquan heard this, he immediately noticed the sourness in Hua Lin's words, and quickly explained: "It's nothing. Lin'er, don't make random guesses."
Miaoyu said: "Brother Shangxian's eyes were wide open just now. It's true, Sister Diao Chan is so beautiful. Brother Shangxian didn't even look at Sister Diao Chan."
Ma Xiaoquan couldn't laugh or cry.
What's going on here? Well, since things are like this, any explanation is just a cover-up. Forget it, let's leave it at that.
Ma Xiaoquan chose to remain silent, but the two girls suddenly asked in unison: "Brother Shangxian, will you marry her?"
This question pushed Ma Xiaoquan directly into a corner. Ma Xiaoquan moved his mouth several times to say something, but when he was about to speak out, he suddenly felt like something was stuck in his throat and he could not speak.
"Hmph, I knew that Brother Shangxian was a pervert!"
Ma Xiaoquan was completely speechless. He was telling a story to these little girls a few days ago. He only said the word "slut" once. Unexpectedly, Miaoyu remembered it. The learning ability of these ancient people is really not that good.
So powerful.
Hua Lin pursed her lips and turned to fuss with Ma Xiaoquan, while Miaoyu crossed her arms and ignored Ma Xiaoquan.
Ma Xiaoquan scratched his scalp vigorously and thought to himself: Who the hell said that having too many women is a good thing? I haven't eaten any of these, and it's already exhausted me. What the hell if everyone eats them again?
Then don’t I want to go crazy? It seems that things like three wives and four concubines in this fantasy are just nonsense...
Outside the house, on the roof where Ma Xiaoquan was, stood two men, one tall and one short, the taller one thin and the shorter one fatter.
When Hua Yuexin arrived at Ma Xiaoquan's wing, the two of them were already on the roof, and Ma Xiaoquan, who was not weak in personal ability, didn't notice at all.
The tall man said to the short man: "Sixth brother, do you think that evil spirit really likes Yue'er or does he pretend to like her?"
The short man shook his head: "Who knows, I didn't expect this demon to sneak in and participate in the festival of my Hua family. Well, it seems that this demon has some ability..."
The tall man said: "Brother Six, there are surprisingly many people at this festival. These people are all eyeing Yue'er."
The short man smiled and said: "Lao Jiu, you don't have to worry about this. These people are either warlords surviving in troubled times, or they want to use the power of my Hua family to turn crows into phoenixes, or they just take the opportunity to meet other noble clans.
Rich families, dignitaries, these have nothing to do with my Hua family..."
"So about the elixir... the demon is also present this time. If he pursues it..."
The short man smiled and jumped off the roof. Before disappearing, a sentence came to him: "He can't..."
The tall man felt helpless and jumped down.
At this time, Ma Xiaoquan noticed that there was someone on the roof, and quickly rushed out of the door to investigate. Unfortunately, it was too late. What Ma Xiaoquan saw was nothing else except the cool wind blowing through the dry branches.
"Did I hear wrongly?" Ma Xiaoquan shook his head and entered the room.
...
There are still two hours left before the Hua family's festival meeting. At this time, all the major wealthy families have almost arrived. Except for a few warlords who disdain the gathering of nobles, everyone else comes here very respectfully.
Join in the fun, of course, you can join in the fun, but no invitation? Sorry, just stay outside.
Yanzhou, Cao Cao's residence.
Cheng Yu held a piece of gold silk in his hand and said to his lord Cao Cao: "My lord, are you sure you don't want to go?"
Cao Cao dismissed it and said: "Those nobles and nobles, besides studying, what else can they do? Of course I won't go there. By the way, I heard that there is a very famous person in Yanzhou called Bian Rang, right?"
Cheng Yu replied: "Yes, my lord!"
Cao Cao waved his hand: "Call him here. I want to discuss poetry with him."
Cheng Yu felt quite embarrassed: "My lord, it seems that Bian Rang went to Dong County to attend this festival."
Cao Cao frowned: "Forget it, let's wait until he comes back. You step back first, and I will be alone."
"yes!"
...
With less than an hour left before the festival meeting, wealthy families from all over the place came out of their resting rooms one after another.
It is said that acquaintances are particularly enthusiastic when they meet, and enemies are especially jealous when they meet. Not all wealthy families wear a pair of trousers. These wealthy families come from all over the country and naturally become local representatives. The conference has not yet begun, and these local wealthy families are already in private
A fighting platform is set up.
Since it was a festival held by the Hua family, it was natural that they could not bring their guards to mess around, so everyone mentally agreed to another type of fighting.
Literary fights in ancient times were not as simple as those shown on TV. You make a pair and I'll give you a pair and that's it. In ancient literary battles, especially those in the Han Dynasty, a popular style was called "zi"
The gameplay of "pair words, sentences, and texts" sounds simple, but in fact, it is extremely difficult to fight: first, the person who proposes the question determines the proposition, and then divides it into two parties, A and B. The Han Dynasty did not call it that.
, of course, it’s almost the same meaning. Party A and Party B do not refer to one person or a family, but a group of people. The so-called collective wisdom, first of all, a sentence from the group of Party A, this sentence
, the production method is that Party A's people speak a word one by one, and then connect these words to form a sentence. Party A writes three sentences in a row, and connects these three sentences into a long sentence, which is called Wen;
Party B's people, on the other hand, must follow the rules and compare every word and sentence in Party A's "text". After completing the pairing, they must connect their own words into a long sentence. This long sentence
Sentences are called "duwen", and the rules require that the content of the antithesis should be reasonable and corresponding, which is the so-called "pair of words, sentences, and texts."
When Ma Xiaoquan heard the rules of this game, he was speechless and almost became incontinent from the fright.
This is not a literary fight for your mother. This is just torturing people and chewing on words.
Ma Xiaoquan shook his head helplessly. He was unable to participate in these things to avoid being laughed out of his mouth.
The Hua family, the organizer of the festival, seemed to be accustomed to such literary fights. Not only did they not stop it at all, but they also provided a clean and warm hall for the invited wealthy and famous children to fight.
At this moment, standing in the center of the hall was a man with a Chinese character. Before this, he had led his compatriots from wealthy families in his hometown to defeat wealthy scribes from three places.
Next to the Chinese-character face, a scholar-looking man shouted to everyone present in the hall: "Is there anyone else you want to challenge?"
Everyone looked at each other and lowered their heads.
A man in Tsing Yi had a disdainful smile on his face, but he did not go up to challenge the man with a Chinese character. The man in Tsing Yi was quite bored, shook his head in disappointment, and walked away.
The man in white shirt next to the man in green also glanced at the Chinese-character face meaningfully and walked away.
The man with the Chinese character didn't pay much attention to the two people who walked away. In his opinion, the two people just couldn't forgive each other and fled the scene. The man looked around energetically, and suddenly, he saw a purple-haired man.
This man was also staring at him at this moment, and he actually saw some innocence in the eyes of this purple-haired man.
That's right, among the people present, the only one with purple hair was Ma Xiaoquan.
The so-called innocence is just because Ma Xiaoquan was in a daze.
When people are in a daze, their eyes are dull. If someone sees them, it will give people an innocent illusion of looking at them.
Ma Xiaoquan is no exception.
The Chinese-character face raised his eyebrows and whispered to the scholar beside him: "Is that purple-haired man over there the so-called immortal?"
Upon hearing this, the scholar followed his young master's gaze, took a breath, and whispered: "Why did this demon suddenly appear here? Young Master, do you want to avoid it?"
The Chinese-character face shook his head, and said confidently: "No, I think I will know him."
The scholar understood what his young master meant. He nodded and said loudly: "In our meeting today, there is an immortal. It is said that this immortal is over a thousand years old, but he is still as handsome as an adult man...
"
The scholar's words were very beautiful, but Ma Xiaoquan's thoughts were wandering in the distant horizon at the moment. He didn't hear what the scholar said at all.
"This man has purple hair..." When the scholar said this, everyone looked at Ma Xiaoquan in unison.
Ma Xiaoquan was still in a daze at this moment, completely unaware of the people around him looking at him.
"Master Immortal, my young master wants to learn from you, and I hope you will give me some advice."
Ma Xiaoquan had no reaction.
"Master Immortal, my young master wants to learn from you, and I hope you will give me some advice." The scholar repeated it again.
Ma Xiaoquan still had no reaction.
The scholar couldn't hold back his expression. He raised his voice and said for the third time: "Master Immortal, my young master wants to learn from you, and I hope you will give me some advice."
At this time, someone beside him couldn't stand it anymore. Someone quietly stabbed Ma Xiaoquan, and Ma Xiaoquan came back to his senses.
"Ah? Ah?" Ma Xiaoquan made two consecutive ah sounds. He looked at the people around him and pointed at himself, "Call me?"
When everyone heard this, they burst into laughter.
"What kind of lord is this? I'm afraid he's a fake. How can there be such a lord?"
"That's right, Mr. Lu, I think you got it wrong?"
"Yes, yes..."
For a moment, everyone started talking about it.
The man with the Chinese character face suddenly frowned, and the scholar beside him was also embarrassed and at a loss what to do.
But soon, the man with the Chinese character face suppressed the anger in his heart. He stepped forward, bowed his hand to Ma Xiaoquan, and said politely: "Excuse me, are you the Supreme Immortal?"
As the saying goes, don’t hit the smiling person. Although Ma Xiaoquan hasn’t understood what’s going on, people are coming and talking to him politely, so he can’t ignore them, right?
Ma Xiaoquan responded: "I don't dare to take it seriously."
Although he said this, Ma Xiaoquan was muttering in his heart: I don't seem to know you, how do you know that I am Lord Shangxian? Although, hehe... even though everyone calls him that. Xiao Jue interjected:
Damn, Ma Xiaoquan, you are so shameless. Ma Xiaoquan said: Damn, you didn’t write my image. If you have the ability, don’t write it? Xiaojue:...
