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Chapter 117

Guiyuan is the largest inn in Xiangkong City. The three-story building in the front is used as a tavern, and the three-story building in the back, with a total of two floors and eight courtyards, provides accommodation for guests. This Guiyuan is the largest inn in Xiangkong City. Who if

By owning this store, I will never have to worry about anything in my life.

Arriving at the front of Guiyuan, there are columns on both sides of the door, carved with golden characters, and characters with flying dragons and phoenixes, which read "birds are nostalgic for the old forest, and fish in the pond are thinking about their old abyss".

"Return to the garden and live in the countryside?"

"Respecting guests and having good discernment, my master likes Mr. Wuliu very much, so he takes Mr. Wuliu as an example and always abides by himself."

"Oh, he is an expert hermit. I also like Mr. Wuliu quite a lot. If we are destined, I can talk to your master."

Mr. Wuliu? Wei Yang really knew this. It was Tao Yuanming's title, Peach Blossom Spring. It was a must-memorize text for middle school students. How could Wei Yang, who had always liked ancient poetry, not remember this?

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say. I'm afraid that in the future, if you are a distinguished guest living here for a long time, you and my master will have to meet each other. If we are destined, we should meet each other, please." Hearing this, the waiter also had a face full of joy. He turned around and invited everyone in.

, and then he walked in.

"I wonder how many hotels we'll stay at? I've come a long way and need to rest for a while."

"Respected guest, Guiyuan is divided into eight courtyards with the word "tian", and two buildings with the word "di" and "people". The herringbone building has one room for one person to live in, and one Huangpin Lingshi will be given per day. The two rooms in the "di" building can accommodate two people.

Two pieces of Huangpin Lingshi every day.”

"Eh? Isn't this too expensive? Isn't it even more expensive that day?"

Hanlong stuck out his tongue, with a look of helplessness on his face. It seems that spiritual gold is not enough to walk in this world, and spiritual stones are the real thing. Unfortunately, none of the girls have a single spiritual stone in their hands. This place where they live,

I also need Master to deliver it.

"No, the Eight Courtyards of Tianzi are not places where spiritual stones can live."

After the boy finished speaking, he smiled and his attitude was modest. Perhaps he had experienced a lot and there was nothing strange about him. This behavior made Wei Yang quite satisfied. It seemed that the master of this slave was also of good character.

"How to live in Ziba Courtyard that day?"

"Tianzi..."

"Huh, Tian Zi Ba Yuan, that requires a competition in writing and calligraphy, just by you. Huh, let's go to the Herringbone Building, you are really here, you are really a bumpkin, get out of the way."

These infuriating words came from the mouth of a scholar wearing a long robe and holding a paper fan in his hand. This man shook his head and led dozens of people directly past Wei Yang

The others walked forward step by step. Not to mention that everyone in Wei Yang was unhappy with such arrogance, even the waiters frowned.

"Bah, what is it? Who wants to talk to you? Feel free to interrupt, okay? Did your father make it?"

"puff."

Wei Yang couldn't hold back his breath and looked at Han Long with a smile on his face. It was because of Wei Yang's laughter that the man was dissatisfied. He turned around and pointed at Han Long and said viciously: "Say it again.

?”

"Bah, what is it? Who wants to talk to you? Feel free to interrupt, okay? Did your father make it?"

Hanlong was not the one who suffered the loss. When he saw these idiots approaching, the master smiled again and did not stop him. He opened his mouth and said it again to the other party.

"You're scolding me? Huh? Is this a declaration of war?"

The man raised his hand, and dozens of men around him stepped forward, obviously wanting to fight Han Long. Seeing this man so arrogant and domineering, even Wei Yang showed anger, just when he was about to summon Xiao Lan and teach him a lesson.

At this time, an angry shout sounded from upstairs.

"Stop, Mr. Wen Xiang, are you going to violate the rules I have set in the garden? Then you have to think clearly about the consequences of this?"

The ear-splitting roar caused everyone to pay attention and salute. He was wearing a snow-white gown with a pattern of thorny willow trees. The style was so unusual that Wei Yang looked sideways.

I saw this man holding a short green silk fan in his hand, slowly coming down from the stairs. Although he seemed to be walking slowly, almost in the blink of an eye, he had already reached the middle of the crowd, stretched out his hand and waved his sleeves,

He glanced coldly at the man named Wen Xiangjun.

"Liu Jun, it was he who scolded me."

"Oh, when did I scold you? I just told the truth? But please let me know, little brother, what do you mean by the word 'made'? What does it mean? Where does it come from?"

"Where? I don't know, I heard what the master said." Hanlong saw that the other party was modest and polite, but his face was a little reserved, and he hurriedly pointed at Wei Yang.

"Zhao, which is connected with knowledge, means to know. It is not an insult. It usually refers to approval and knowledge. It does not come from any family. In the scriptures and writings, it is about me traveling through mountains and rivers.

On the way, I met a village and listened to the villagers’ dialect, which is a homophone.”

Uh, you bought me out now? Hanlong really has you. But when Wei Yang saw the man looking at him, he slightly bowed his hands and gave a salute. He didn't refuse, and slowly opened his mouth to clear up the other man's confusion.

"Humph, you are really a village boy. You have never seen the big world. Even the language of the barbarians in this place must be imitated and learned. It's really..."

"What did you say?"

"I,"

"Huh, Luoyang Yayin, do you know that in the Central Plains, there are still many languages? Can your Luoyang Yayin alone represent the weight of identity? Can it represent the great scholars in other regions? Then Mr. Wuliu is

Do the people from Chaisang, Xunyang, become country bumpkins under your distinction?"

After saying this sentence, the man surnamed Liu immediately became furious and looked coldly at the man named Wen Xiangjun, fearing that if the other person's answer was not good, something bad would happen to him.

"You, Mr. Liu, must not listen to his clever and deceitful words. Who do I smell? Mr. Liu knows best. I have always liked Mr. Wu Liu's poems, and I often use Mr. Wu Liu as my guide.

How dare you look down on Mr. Wu Liu? The other party says he is disrespectful, but he actually doesn’t put Mr. Liu in his eyes. It’s hateful. It’s extremely hateful. If I don’t get rid of you today, won’t I be allowed to return to the garden without any shame? Come here.”

"Why can't you say it, so why do you want to take action? Let me ask you, you always love Mr. Wu Liu, how many poems Mr. Wu Liu has handed down to the world, and how much do you know? Can you tell me one by one?"

"You, this, me."

"Honorable guest, what you said is exaggerated. How can the world know all of your poems? I'm afraid I haven't collected them all."

The man surnamed Liu shook his head slightly and smiled bitterly. This is exactly what he did? It's a pity that he can't collect more than a hundred poems so far, so he would be proud of himself. If it weren't for him, he had a fate with Mrs. Di Yong and entered this bottomless cave to practice.

, I am afraid that he will also follow the path traveled by his husband, collect his poems, and compile a complete collection.

"Oh, you don't know either?"

Xiaotian's sudden rumor in his mind made him stunned. He didn't expect that what he said was indeed a bit too much.

"You really don't know, do you?"

The man surnamed Liu's eyes lit up. Could this man be the descendant of Mr.? If this is true, he is probably very closely related to him. For fear of neglecting him, he hurriedly bowed and saluted again, obviously asking about Wei Yang's identity.

.

"Nonsense, huh, can you still do more than Liu Jun? If you can surpass Liu Jun by ten, not twenty, I will give up Tianziyuan and bow down to you."

"My demon master is not a descendant of Mr. Wu Liu, but I have always liked Mr. Wu Liu's poetry collection, so I have collected many of them. I did rant just now, but I have hundreds of poems in my hand. This is a fact. Hmm, besides,

Forgive me for being too stupid to teach a disciple like you. It would be better for you to find a child teacher and teach him his nature."

"you."

After saying the previous sentence, the man surnamed Liu showed a look of surprise. After saying the next sentence, Wen Xiangjun suddenly became furious and almost raised his knife to attack him. In the eyes of the man surnamed Liu, a cold flash broke out.

The light stopped and he could only stand aside silently, not daring to speak easily again.


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