Twenty-four, Swordsman and Beauty

Behind Xiaopin was a pretty little girl. If this little girl was placed elsewhere, she would be a eye-catching little beauty. But because she walked beside Xiaopin, it was like a good pottery and a top-quality jade posed together, and she felt dizzy. The eyes of the people in the hall were all betting on Xiaopin, and the people around her became phantoms.

The sound of chanting, the sound of wine, the sound of orchestra, the sound of teasing... They all disappeared in an instant, as if the entire Tengwang Pavilion had calmed down, watching the first beauty in Hongzhou, who was only thirteen years old, walking gracefully, with pink silk, narrow spring sleeves, goose yellow silk, long skirts, walking without stopping at all, as if floating-

It’s like a huge night pearl lit up in the dusk night, shining in the room!

Zhou Xuan had never seen any woman with such good skin. Queer and Needle are all delicate and fair skin color, but compared with this little frown, it feels inferior. This girl seems to be carved with ice sculptures and jade. Porcelain dolls, jade dolls, ice and snow creams are so shattered that it is not an exaggeration to describe it. It is so delicate that there is no flaw, especially the eyebrows, which are beautiful and vivid. They are said that the eyes can convey emotions, but I didn’t expect that when I saw an eyebrow today, I could convey emotions!

Xiaopin kept her eyelashes covering her lower eyelids. When she walked to the middle of the hall, she raised her eyes and cut her eyes, as clear as autumn water, as bright as the stars, and her beautiful eyes looked around her, a faint smile appeared on her cheeks, and her long eyelashes were hung-

"A native of Jiangzhou, my master's bet has arrived. What about your bet? Take it out and see if you deserve a toe of Xiaofen!"

Wei Jue's duck man's throat completely destroyed the stunning atmosphere. The scholars present glared at him with contempt, then turned his eyes to Zhou Xuan in unison to see what lottery he could produce?

It seems that it is not easy to bet that matches a beautiful lady like Xiaopin! The scholars didn't expect Zhou Xuan to come up with it, but just wanted to take the opportunity to take a look at the beautiful little family in the Wei Mansion.

Zhou Xuan looked at this delicate little family y, thinking that she was only thirteen years old? She looked about 1.6 meters tall, her figure was already outlined and highlighted, and the feeling of being in bud was very strong!

Let’s look at the vulgar Wei Jue, taste? tongue? What’s the name?

Seeing that Zhou Xuan seemed speechless, Wei Jue sneered: "A native of Jiangzhou, can't he even take out a bet for a toe?"

Zhou Xuan laughed and turned his head to the three cynical man who was standing with his head down and said, "Sword Nu, Mr. Wei said you can't even compare to a beauty's toe. Do you underestimate you too much?"

Everyone was shocked, and then they were giggling. Although they looked down on the vulgar Wei Jue, this Jiangzhou native was too funny. He used a wooden servant to bet on a house like a branch, which was simply a bet on tiles and beautiful jade!

Wei Jue pointed at Zhou Xuan and said, "The people of Jiangzhou--" laughed wildly.

A cold voice resounded throughout the hall: "Zhou Xuan, if you dare to use my senior brother as a lottery to bet on this humble family, I will wash away this Tengwang Pavilion!"

The four idiots jumped high and jumped to a square table, looking down at the people in the hall, and they were saying that no one could escape!

Everyone was shocked at first. When they saw that he was a thin scholar, they burst into laughter. They didn't take the threat of the four fools seriously. They didn't know that the person standing on the square table was the terrifying assassin who broke through the 3,000 armored soldiers two years ago and killed the Qian Taiwei of Wu Yue!

Zhou Xuan was afraid that these four fools would really kill people in their rage, so he could not handle them. He quickly said, "Fourth brother, come down, I have something to tell you, it is about your senior brother's lifelong event-"

A blue shadow flashed, and the four fools arrived in front of Zhou Xuan, and their eyes seemed to be about to be in flames.

Zhou Xuan walked aside and said to the four cynics: "I am merciful, and all living beings are equal. What's wrong with your family? You are inferior to your ranger? You are employed by others with swordsmanship, and please others with sex. They all belong to the service industry. Uh, you don't understand, and you don't bother to talk to you. Anyway, I won't lose. What's the point of making a bet! If you want to forcefully stop me, I will order the sword slave to start dancing the sword, and from now on until we fight tea-"

The four mysterious people have always thought they were superb, but they didn't expect that Zhou Xuan would look down on him so much and were angry. But now his senior brother is in his hands, so he can only endure his tone and there will always be a day of explosion.

Zhou Xuan smiled: "Second, you are so stupid. Your senior brother only promised to be my sword slave. If I export him, he will leave after patting the pp. Who can restrain him?"

Zhou Xuan walked back to the hall, and Wei Jue was still laughing, and the watery little family y stood motionless in the middle of the hall, like a female slave waiting for auction, which made Zhou Xuan feel pity.

"Everyone is here to judge. This Jiangzhou native uses a servant to bet on a little frown with this young master. Is this too much?"

Zhou Xuan took two steps back and let Sanchi stand in front, saying loudly: "There are good and bad family y-like skills, and there are also capable people among the servants. Please see, my family lying is not an ordinary person, but a top-notch servant!"

Chen Ji was willing to help Zhou Xuan and asked, "Brother Zhou, what are the special things about your family?"

Zhou Xuan said: "Since you are a sword slave, you are naturally very skilled in martial arts - Sword slave, show yourself, don't let others look down on your master, use your sword to do something that others cannot do, it will not only shock people, but also not hurt people. Think about it carefully, this is the first task assigned to you by the master, and it must be completed successfully."

Sanchi said with a "hi" sound, his body suddenly pulled up, and turned sharply like a gyro top. He held the black iron sword high with both hands, drilling towards the top of the Tengwang Pavilion like a big drill bit. He heard the "rustling" sound. In the blink of an eye, a big hole with a diameter of two feet was penetrated into the top of the Pavilion!

The wood chips fell down—

Sanqi suddenly landed on the ground, the sword had returned to the sheath, and the Yin and Yang deficiency of both palms were hugged in front of his chest, whirling and pulling, and the swelling of wood chips were attracted by his palm force, and quickly condensed towards his head, gathering more and more, and spinning continuously—

With a loud voice, Sanchi's body retreated quickly. A cylinder formed by wood chips that were more than one person tall and thick, and could be hugged, hit the floor with a "bang" sound, which was indeed shocking!

The originally flying wood chips did not touch the sect's body, and even a few buzzing flies disappeared. They were all sucked by Sanchi's palm force and wrapped in the wood chip column.

Dozens of scholars present, Gey was stunned one by one, looking at the round hole that appeared out of thin air on the top of the pavilion. The round hole was obliquely penetrated a sunlight spot, and there was no sound for a while.

Only that little family y was still standing there quietly, as if nothing else had to do with her.

Zhou Xuan took the lead in applauding: "Okay! Wonderful! Shocking!"

Chen Ji also came back to his senses and exclaimed: "This kind of swordsmanship is really amazing!"

The group of scholars became active and talked a lot, and some were worried that the pavilion would collapse because of this!

Zhou Xuan shouted: "All Jiangzhou talents are witnesses. Do I deserve a bet as a sword slave?"

Chen Jidao: "Swordsmen and beauty have been good matches since ancient times, and I think they deserve it."

All the scholars said in a verbal manner: "Give it, get it."

Zhou Xuan warned Sanchi, "Don't listen to people saying that the swordsman beauty is a good match. Practice your sword well. Beauty is poison. It is not suitable for those who practice martial arts and can help you to maintain your body. Do you understand?"

The four fools are angry, and the three fools are speechless.

Seeing that everyone's intentions were difficult to disagree, Wei Jue had to say, "Okay, even if your bet is sufficient, then start fighting poetry. I'll come first-"

"What's the hurry!" Zhou Xuan stopped Wei Jue from chanting poems again. Wei Jue was anxious. He didn't have a good memory. He just forced to write down four poems, and he would forget them after a while!

Zhou Xuan said: "This chrysanthemum appreciation poem meeting naturally takes chrysanthemums as the title. To prevent fraud, I drafted twelve questions and picked up the second one at will with Mr. Wei, and wrote whatever topic you pick up."

Chen Ji asked: "Good idea, good idea, what are the twelve questions?"

Zhou Xuandao: "They are all related to chrysanthemums, namely 'recalling chrysanthemums', 'visiting chrysanthemums', 'planting chrysanthemums', 'confronting chrysanthemums', 'providing chrysanthemums', 'songing chrysanthemums', 'painting chrysanthemums', 'asking chrysanthemums', 'pants chrysanthemums', 'pants chrysanthemums', 'drenched chrysanthemums', 'drenched chrysanthemums', 'defunded chrysanthemums', 'a total of twelve topics."

Chen Ji praised: "Brother Zhou is really a gentleman, and he also appreciates chrysanthemum poems. He divided the twelve topics, which are wonderful, so wonderful!"

Wei Jue felt guilty and looked at the Qingkes behind him. The Qingkes who knew poetry gritted their teeth and whispered: "Young Master, don't be afraid of him, how could we be afraid of one of them!"

The pen and ink were ready, and even a scholar wrote these twelve questions on twelve sheets of paper, disrupting the order, stacking them into a stack and pressing them on the desk, and asked Wei Jue and Zhou Xuan to pick up the title.

Zhou Xuan asked Wei Jue to pick it up first. Wei Jue really wanted to pick up "Ode to Chrysanthemums". This is a poem that has been written in the ready-made poem, but he was a governor of a local area. He valued his identity, so how could he be picky and pick it up? He immediately picked up the first and second sheets of paper. When he turned around, he found that it was "offering Chrysanthemums" and "confronting Chrysanthemums", and he couldn't help but feel very upset.

Zhou Xuanneng’s two questions are “Interviewing chrysanthemums” and “Ask chrysanthemums”.

Everyone came to the corridor and faced a pot of chrysanthemums competing for beauty, including precious varieties such as Qianyun, Silver Star, Crane Feather, and Scissor.

Zhou Xuan began to cross his hands, counting in his heart, not to give more or less, and after seven forks, he said loudly: "I have already obtained the poem about visiting chrysanthemums, listen to my chant--"

Everyone was shocked. They were too quick to think, and they listened one by one.

I only heard Zhou Xuan chant:

"When you are free to try a trip while the frost is sunny, don't drown the wine glasses and medicine cups. Who planted them before and after the frost? Where are you sad by the fence outside the threshold? The wax clogs are far away, and the cold songs are not full of fun. If the yellow flowers are pitying the poets, don't bear to carry the head of the stick in the morning."

Chen Ji took the lead in praise of the good deeds, and all the scholars also praised the good poems. This put heavy pressure on Wei Jue and the three Qing Guests behind him, and the more anxious he could not think of it.

Zhou Xuan put out seven more hands and said, "I have a poem about chrysanthemums again-"

The talented men in Hongzhou were still savoring Zhou Xuan’s “Poem of Interviewing Chrysanthemums”. Unexpectedly, his “Poem of Interviewing Chrysanthemums” came out again, and he could only be amazed.

Zhou Xuanyin said: "If you want to hear the autumn love, no one knows it. He murmured with his hands on the eastern fence. Who can hide with the lonely sign with a proud world? The flowers bloom as soon as they are late? Why is the frost in the garden in the garden? How lonely is the frost in the garden? How can you miss the wool return to the wool and the sickness of the wool? Don't talk about the world without talking about it, why not explain the words when you explain it."

Chen Ji was really impressed this time: "Mysterious, who is the only one who hides with the world? It's too late to bloom like a flower? Asked by a wonderful question, Brother Zhou is indeed a great talent!"

Looking at Wei Jue and his three Qing Guests, they scratched their ears and hesitated, and they didn't recite a single poem.

Songy, who had previously played the pipa and sang the lyrics of "Butterfly Love Flower", suddenly stepped forward and said, "Is this young master Zhou in Jiangzhou the young master Zhou Qicha?"

Just now, Zhou Xuan crossed his hands continuously and was seen by this thoughtful song.

Since it is recognized by admirers, it will be boring to deny it again. Zhou Xuan laughed and said, "The common names in the market are worth mentioning."

The song was surprised and happy, raised his skirt and bowed down, and said happily: "I never expected to meet Mr. Zhou Qicha here. How could I be so lucky!" Suddenly, he got up and ran to the desk to pick up a pen, and came over and said, "Please ask Mr. Zhou Qicha to write a poem on his skirt. I am so grateful to you."

Poems written in red skirts have always been a good story for literati.

The scholars of Hongzhou applauded and were all thinking: No wonder this person is so quick-witted. It turns out that he is the newly famous Zhou Wubu and Zhou Qicha, indeed well-known!

Zhou Xuan was embarrassed when he held the pen. His calligraphy was not good, and he couldn't write many traditional Chinese characters. He smiled and said, "Your skirt is too small, so I'll write a name." With a big stroke, he wrote the word "Zhou Xuan" on the skirt with his hands spread out. The dragon and phoenix danced, which was very imposing.

The Gey repeatedly claimed thanks, and her cheeks were so excited that she red with her cheeks. She spread her skirt and refused to put it down.

Yingying's little fist standing behind everyone, when she heard the name "Zhou Qicha", she also looked up at Zhou Xuan for a moment, and then lowered her head.

Chen Ji stepped forward and bowed to Zhou Xuan: "It turns out that he is the famous Master Zhou, I am really disrespectful."

Wei Jue didn't know who Zhou Qicha was, but his three Qingkes knew it. He was even less confident and stared at him.

Zhou Xuan still remembers a lot of poems in "Dream of Red Mansions" and doesn't speak up, saying, "Since Mr. Wei can't recite it, then let's do it for the next one-" chant with his hands crossed:

"I am happy to play the piano and drink wine, and the graceful decorate of the table. The fragrance is divided into three paths, and the book throws away a branch of autumn. The frost and paper tents bring new dreams, and the setting sun on the garden recalls the old travel. The world is also pride because of the same smell, and the spring breeze has not yet been drowned.

The garden is worth more than gold when moving, and one bushes are shallow and the other bushes are deep. Sitting by the sparse fence, holding the head of the tree, hugging the knees in the cold fragrance. After a few days, there is no pride in the world. It seems that only I am a soulmate. Don’t let it go when you pass by autumn, and you should cherish the yin in the past."

There was a lot of cheers on the Tengwang Pavilion.

Zhou Xuan walked up to Wei Jue: "Young Master Wei, when will you chant until?"

Wei Jue's face turned pale, he stared at Zhou Xuan viciously, and said, "I'm from Jiangzhou, I'll make you crazy for a while!" With a wave of his hand, he turned around and left with a few Qingkes. When he walked to Xiaopin, he suddenly said something to Xiaopin. This tender little family trembled and still lowered his head.

Not to mention that Wei Jue left with grudges, all the scholars in Tengwang Pavilion congratulated Zhou Xuan for his happiness, which was really the first romantic event in Hongzhou this year.

Seeing Xiaopin standing there alone, her two beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, and her white hands twisted each other. Her beautiful appearance was really hard to describe and draw, Zhou Xuan walked over and said, "Xiaopin, don't be afraid. I am the most kind person. When I first met, I will fill in a lyrics to suppress you - Xiaopin, where are you from? Are you from Hongzhou?"

The little frown's eyelashes flashed, but he still didn't look up at Zhou Xuan and didn't answer.

Chen Ji said: "Brother Zhou, I heard that Xiaopin is famous for being taciturn. Sometimes he doesn't say a word all day long. Don't blame her. She came from the north. Her parents died and she grew up in the Protectorate's Mansion since childhood."

Zhou Xuan nodded. He became addicted to memorizing poetry today. He made seven moves and chanted:

"The graceful Yan Ji is fifteen years old and is used to swaying her long skirts and not making slim steps. She looks around the crowd, and the color of the world is like dust. A tree of pavilions and flowers are spitting out, but she is speechless when she wants to give her a gift. Wu Niang praised her good dance in front of her, but she is always misled by her waist."

A scholar reminded: "Young Master Zhou, Xiaopin is only thirteen this year, not fifteen."
To be continued...