"Since the young master is so confident, then I will accompany you!"
Chu Feifan chuckled lightly, full of confidence, and looked like he was sure of victory.
Meng Kun saw this.
He glanced sideways at Baili Mojin and said: "Brother Baili, it's time to show off your talent. Help me win this sword. Brother Baili can choose from the best immortal wine in the house."
Baili Mojin is good at literature and also loves fine wine. He has always believed that fine wine is the soul that inspires his creation.
Everyone in Kyoto who admires Baili Mojin knows that he is withdrawn by nature, obsessed with poetry and poetry, and loves fairy wine. Although he is the son of Baili, he ignores the philistine affairs of the head of the family and has been concentrating on literature.
Hearing Meng Kun's promise of immortal wine, Baili Mojin's calm eyes flashed with hot eyes, and a light smile appeared on his handsome cheeks.
Looking up and staring at Chu Feifan, Baili Mojin cupped his hands and clasped his fists, saying: "Since you are willing to compete in poems and poems, just come up with the topic!"
Chu Feifan looked at Baili Mojin and saw his confident look. He laughed loudly and said, "If I ask the question, it will be unfair if the young master loses."
"Since everything is a sword in your hand, how about using this sword as the title?"
"Okay, that's exactly what I meant!"
Baili Mojin glanced at the sword in Zhao Yun's hand, moved forward and said without giving in:
Gold and white jade, shining through the window at night.
The husband has not yet accomplished his fifty years of service, so he takes care of Bahuang alone with his sword in hand.
With a voice like a bell and a firm gaze, Baili Mojin stepped forward within a few meters and began to compose a poem, which not only showed the edge of the sword, but also used the sword as a metaphor for others.
Chu Feifan nodded lightly, his eyes full of approval, and the same was true for Fang Xuanling, who said calmly: "Baili Mojin is really not a person who has gained a reputation in vain."
"He is talented and thoughtful, and his poetry is excellent."
The people on both sides of the long street were immersed in his poems, and many noble girls lost their minds. Today, seeing the grace of Baili Mojin, they will be haunted by it for a long time and cannot forget it. It is really a sin.
Baili Mojin glanced sideways at the people on the street, clasped his fists in greeting, and said with a confident smile: "Your Excellency, please!"
The horse is newly riding on a white jade saddle. After the battle, the moon is cold on the battlefield.
The sound of iron drums at the top of the city is still ringing, and the golden sword in the box is dry with blood.
Chu Feifan's figure was filled with an aura of looking down on the world, his clear eyes looked straight ahead, and his rich and domineering voice sounded.
There was a burning gaze in Baili Mojin's eyes. Hearing his poems made him feel like he was on the battlefield, with fighting and iron horses, blood-stained armor, and blood bathing in the battlefield. It was so vivid that it made people's blood boil.
"The golden knife in the box is dried with blood, so domineering!"
"Your poems have the power to swallow up mountains and rivers. They are so domineering that I am willing to be defeated!"
Baili Mojin cupped his fists and saluted, his eyes resting on Chu Feifan with admiration, and he kept reciting his poems silently, full of curiosity about who Chu Feifan was.
There are no scholars in Huxiao City that he does not know. There are only a handful of people with such literary talents, but he has never met Chu Feifan.
Could it be that he came to the imperial capital to take part in the imperial examination? It seems that the emperor opened the examination to obtain scholars, and many state-level talents came to the various states.
Meng Kun was immersed in the artistic conception of Chu Feifan's poem, but when he heard Baili Mojin's voice, a gleam of light flashed across his eyes, and his face became cold.
"Biwen was defeated like this?"
"Brother Baili, you are the most talented person in the imperial capital, how can you lose to him?"
Meng Kun was unwilling to give in and asked in a cold voice.
"Brother Meng, there is heaven outside the sky, and there are people outside the world."
"Number one in civility and martial arts. Today I am meeting friends through literature. Knowing that the emperor has such a learned man as the Young Master, I will definitely get together at the mansion if I have time in the future."
Baili Mojin accepted Biwen's defeat calmly, which made Chu Feifan look at him with admiration.
"Bi Wen, you can win. I don't believe that you can win in a martial arts competition because you are so helpless."
"Learning martial arts is to strengthen the body and serve the country, not to fight harshly or bully the weak. On the contrary, those who learn martial arts must learn to be humble and never take action lightly unless absolutely necessary, otherwise they will harm others and themselves."
"Since you are so confident, Master, I will compete with you on a few moves, but if you want to lose, you must agree to a certain request."
"Don't ask for just one request. A hundred are fine, but it's a pity that you have no chance to win against me!"
Meng Kun was arrogant and didn't take Chu Feifan seriously at all. In his opinion, Chu Feifan was just a child of an aristocratic family who was protected by Zhao Yun.
Fang Xuanling was not surprised at all that Bi Wen won. He was even more relieved about the martial arts competition. He had witnessed Chu Feifan being so strong.
Shaking his head slightly, Fang Xuanling couldn't help but worry about Meng Kun's arrogance and whether he could withstand Chu Feifan's blow.
"boom!"
Meng Kun stood up with his feet on the ground, strode out, and his figure turned into an afterimage and attacked Chu Feifan.
The wind roared and the dust swirled.
The people on both sides of the long street couldn't help but worry about Chu Feifan. He looked gentle and elegant, how could he withstand such a fierce attack from Meng Kun.
Looking at Meng Kun who was constantly approaching him, he chuckled, his expression unwavering, his brocade clothes fluttering in the strong wind, and the oncoming giant fist was within easy reach.
"boom!"
Just when everyone was worried about Chu Feifan, there was a loud noise, and the people on the long street took a breath of cold air, and saw Meng Kun's figure like a kite with a short string.
"boom!"
"Boom!"
Meng Kun's figure retreated violently, and the people on the long street evacuated quickly. They saw his figure hitting the wall behind him, smoke and dust falling down from the top of his head, and the wall behind him exploded with traces of cracks. Meng Kun's palm
Holding her chest, a sweet smell came from her throat.
Defeated with one move?
This is incredible!
The master and servant are so terrifying, proficient in martial arts, and knowledgeable in poetry.
Wen defeated Baili Mo Jin and defeated Meng Kun in martial arts. It seemed that they would definitely come out on top in the imperial examination at this time.
These two people are so strong. It seems that the fierce battle in the imperial examination and martial arts test will reduce one's chances.
Yang Zhi looked at the two people, Chu Feifan and Zhao Yun, with sad expressions and murmured to himself in a low voice.
Meng Kun's face turned livid when he heard the comments of the people around him. He stared at Chu Feifan and Zhao Yun and muttered in his heart. Is it really like what Baili Mojin said?
At this time, Niuhu, who was hiding in the crowd, was frightened out of his wits. He had really learned a lot today.
"This Tiger Roaring Capital is really a place of crouching tigers, hidden dragons. It seems that we should keep a low profile in the future, otherwise we may not even be able to save our lives!"
A trembling low groan sounded, and Niuhu turned around and disappeared into a line of blue smoke on the long street.
"How about it? Young Master is defeated. Should I fulfill my promise?"
Chu Feifan's sly eyes flickered, a cold smile on his face, and his powerful voice echoed on the long street.
Although Meng Kun was defeated, he was unwilling to do so, but he truly admired Chu Feifan for being able to defeat him with one move. His cultivation level was at least on par with his master's, but his age was similar to his own.
"The winner is king. Since you have won, you can make any demands. I, Meng Kun, am not someone who cannot afford to lose."
Chu Feifan nodded, his eyes flashed with light, and he couldn't help but look at Meng Kun in a different light.
"Since the young master has fulfilled his promise, from now on he will become my disciple and study under him from now on!"
"Apprenticeship?"
"Follower?"
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