"After Qiyun Sect, there are Qingxiao Sect, Danxia Sect, Huoling Sect, Xuanbing Sect, three sects and two sects, which are the three most powerful sects in Pingguo. Under the five sects, there are many small sects.
Even the power of the five sects is not comparable to that of the five sects, and their influence is almost negligible."
"Each sect is related to a number of princes. For example, the Qiyun sect is related to many princes in Pingguo."
Li Xing was fascinated by what he heard. There was indeed no peace in Pingguo. Many princes were against each other, which led to frequent fights. He said: "The various sects must have close relations with the princes because of competing interests."
Qian Bixie nodded: "Yes, there are three major reasons why the five sects can be moved to support the princes of all parties. First, by controlling the princes, you can find and collect blood crystals, yuan crystals, and black crystals. These three things are the basis of the sects.
Resources necessary to thrive.”
"Second, controlling the princes means that you can select talents with blood training qualifications from the common people and recruit them into the sect, thereby strengthening the sect's strength."
Li Xing understood these two points clearly and asked: "What is the third point?"
Qian Bixie sighed: "The third point is of course ambition! The five sects all want to completely control Pingguo. Brother Li thought, if any sect can control a country. By then, all qualified people, all
The crystals are all owned by one sect. In this way, this sect will inevitably become stronger quickly."
Li Xing nodded: "Looking at it this way, the peace in Qingyun City may not last long."
Qian Bixie sneered: "Peace? Qingyun City has to send people and provide food every year to contribute to Fang Hou for him to fight, but the people who live a prosperous life can't feel it!"
While the two were talking, the city lord Zhu Jin came to the main hall with two followers. This Zhu Jin was wearing a big purple brocade robe, with a kind face, and said loudly: "The princess has arrived, everyone welcomes you!"
From the back of the palace, two rows of maids came out, and there was a woman, seventeen or eighteen years old, who walked out gracefully. The girl's clothes were elegant, her appearance was beautiful, and she had a slight smile on her face.
"See you, Princess!" All the guests in the palace stood up to pay their respects.
Qian Bixie also pulled Li Xing to his feet and said in a low voice: "This is Murong Jiaojiao. She always has her eyes on the top, but she highly respects Brother Li's words."
Li Xing thought to himself: I have memorized so many poems by famous people, it would be strange if I didn't have this kind of effect!
Murong Jiaojiao nodded slightly and said, "Everyone, please take a seat." Her eyes intentionally or unintentionally glanced in Li Xing's direction.
Everyone was seated. Murong Jiaojiao picked up the wine glass and greeted everyone: "Today, those who came to the talent banquet are all young talents. This little lady is deeply honored. I have the right to offer you a glass of water and wine."
After drinking the wine from the glass, a young man stood up in the crowd. He bowed to Murong Jiaojiao first and said with a smile: "I am a brilliant poet in Qingyun City. I wrote a poem the day before yesterday to show my shame in front of the princess."
As soon as Zhuo Bufan stood up, many people in the crowd sneered.
"Bah! With just two brushes, he still dares to write lyrics in front of the princess?"
"I heard that he went to the outer city the day before yesterday and spent a lot of money to buy a good song, presumably just to show off today."
Murong Jiaojiao nodded slightly: "Since Mr. Zhuo has good words, naturally he can't hide them. I'm all ears."
Zhuo Bufan cleared his throat and read a poem.
Li Xing was not a person who knew much about words, but after listening to it, he couldn't help but laugh. Seeing him laugh, Qian Bixie said "hehe": "That's bullshit!"
Zhuo Bufan read the words and stood there proudly, waiting for Murong Jiaojiao to praise him.
Unexpectedly, Murong Jiaojiao just smiled softly: "Master Zhuo's words are very pleasing to the ears."
Very pleasant to the ears? What are these words? Many people chuckled secretly, understanding that Murong Jiaojiao was both overtly and secretly complimentary.
Zhuo Bufan sat down with a red face, and a young man who had always had a cold face stood up. He sneered: "There has never been a true poet in Pingguo! Some people's words are really dirty!"
This young man wore an old clothes that had been washed white, but he had an aloof temperament, as if everyone was his murderer and everyone owed his family a hundred thousand dollars.
When he saw this man, Qian Bixie immediately sneered and said to Li Xing: "This man's name is Zhuang Renjie. He often tells people that he regards power and wealth as dirt and pretends to be noble all day long."
Li Xing is funny, there is no such person in any world. Such people are of no use to the country or their family. They feel that they are born at the wrong time every day, and they always put on a lofty face to look at others.
As soon as Zhuang Renjie's words came out, someone in the crowd was immediately dissatisfied and retorted: "Zhuang Renjie, you said that there is no true poet in Pingguo, is it you, Zhuang Renjie?"
Zhuang Renjie laughed "haha": "Zhuang also wrote a word a few days ago, please comment on it!"
Murong Jiaojiao smiled and said: "Please."
Zhuang Renjie straightened up and chanted loudly: When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine...
After hearing the first two sentences, Li Xing was stunned. Isn't this the words he memorized to Qian Bixie that day? When Qian Bixie heard this, his face turned green. Before he could finish reciting, he stood up and slapped the table, shouting: "Shameless person"
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Even Murong Jiaojiao's face darkened slightly and she frowned.
Zhuang Renjie was interrupted and said angrily: "Qian Jixie, you are so rude!"
Qian Bixie smiled: "Rude? You are a shameless person, but you are also afraid that others will be rude? The words you recited were clearly written by another person, but you actually stole them for your own use. You are really shameless! You are a scum among literati!"
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After Li Xing heard this, he also felt ashamed. He took the poems of Li Bai and Su Shi as examples, but he was not necessarily better than Zhuang Renjie. But he thought in his heart: That's it, I don't want to make a living in poetry, so don't think too much about it.
When Zhuang Renjie heard this, his face turned pale.
It turned out that the matter was quite tortuous. When Li Xing recited the poems at Qian's house, Qian Bixie copied them. Nowadays, the Qian family has a servant who also knows a few lines of poetry. He read Li Xing's poems and cherished them very much, so he recited them.
Come down.
The servant happened to be acquainted with a poor scholar, and for a while he showed off his knowledge and said that he had written the first poem. After hearing this, the poor scholar was so shocked that he actually bought the servant a drink with twenty big coins.
Some time later, a poor literati met Zhuang Renjie and sold the poem for three thousand yuan. It was common for literati to trade poems with each other.
But Zhuang Renjie never expected that this matter would be exposed! He originally thought that the poor scholar wrote the poem, and no other person would know about it. How could he have thought of the twists and turns?
Murong Jiaojiao sighed and said calmly: "As far as I know, this poem was indeed written by another person."
Zhuang Renjie looked up to the sky and laughed miserably, staggering out of the hall. From then on, he never saw anyone again and became a laughing stock in the literary world.
Things were a bit awkward. Murong Jiaojiao smiled and said: "Zhuang Renjie hasn't finished reading the poem, so I'll ask the master of the poem to continue the poem." As she said that, her eyes fell on Li Xing.