A long time ago, Zhao Wangsun had known that the master in front of him had lived for nearly two thousand years.
However, the master is afraid of scaring the world, so every one hundred and eighty years, he will control his body, rejuvenate himself, and live a new life in another identity.
Starting from the first generation dean of Suzaku Academy, every generation of dean is actually the master in front of them.
As for the master's original surname and first name, no one in the world except the master knows it.
"Do you want to defeat Chu Xiu in terms of literary talents? This will prove that you are a literary scholar and the best in the Nineteen States?" Zhao Wangsun said in a deep voice, feeling a little speechless in his heart.
A man who is almost 2,000 years old still wants to prove himself by defeating a junior... There is no one else.
"There are always one or two people with amazing talent in martial arts every few years." Dean Feng sighed, "There are too few of them.
Most of the nineteen states in the world emphasize martial arts and neglect literature. It took a lot of effort for me to meet a young man with a strong literary talent. How could I let him go?
He must defeat me, and at the same time, he must let the world see his true literary talent. "
Having said this, Dean Feng showed a proud smile on his face and said leisurely, "No matter which field you are in, you can only become the first by defeating the first.
The better his literary talents are, the more excited you, Master, and I will be. "
"..."
Zhao Wangsun was speechless.
I completely understand why this master gave Chu Xiu the Suzaku Order.
Before the college entrance examination begins, if someone kills Chu Xiu, I'm afraid the master will go crazy, right?
"Master, what if, disciple means what if, what if your literary talent is not better than his?" Zhao Wangsun asked hesitantly. After asking, he held his breath slightly.
In front of outsiders, he is the famous fourth gentleman of Zhuque Academy.
In front of his master, he is just like Zhao Si who knows how to blacksmith.
Dean Feng smiled calmly and said leisurely: "You, you underestimate my age, your master."
"I am history."
"The vicissitudes of the sea, the rise and fall of history, the prosperity and decline of all things, the changes of mountains and rivers... all pass by in my eyes. How can what I see and know be compared to that of a young boy?"
“How can you describe the scenery on the top of a mountain if you have never climbed a mountain?”
“How can I write about the majesty of water if I have never seen the vast ocean?”
Dean Feng is very confident.
Zhao Wangsun thought about it and thought so.
What kind of person is Master? Since he dares to compete with a junior in literary talent, he must be sure of victory.
It's just...a bit of a bully.
"What's more..." Dean Feng added, "The person who can judge who has better literary talent is me."
Zhao Wangsun: "..."
It's not a bit bullying, it's too much bullying!
"Go and arrange the banquet hosted by Tianji Pavilion so that they can compete not only in strength but also in literary talent." Dean Feng ordered.
"Uh... ok."
Zhao Wangsun nodded, knowing that the master wanted to create some literary power for Chu Xiu.
…
The tenth day of April.
early morning.
Clear skies.
Chu Xiu was sitting near the window in the lobby of the inn, with a pot of warm wine ready.
"As expected, aunt and others will come to see me today."
Chu Xiu whispered, remembering the letter he left behind when he left Lingshan County.
Looking back in Chang'an, we met happily over a pot of warm wine.
That letter was a sentence that he pieced together from various poems after thinking about it for a long time.
He thought the writing was pretty good.
Especially the sentence "One life behind the curtain of mist and rain" is full of artistic conception.
"Are you waiting for someone?"
The lady boss sitting at the counter couldn't help but ask.
The inn was closed, but she still habitually sat at the counter and read some books.
Chu Xiu nodded slightly, "Someone should come to see me today."
"Relatives? Or friends?" the landlady asked curiously.
Chu Xiu muttered: "We can be considered relatives."
"It counts?" The landlady was a little speechless. Relatives are relatives. What does it mean?
Shaking her head secretly, the landlady hesitated for a moment, lowered her head to read, and said softly: "Your talent in mechanism skills is quite good."
Chu Xiu glanced in the direction of the counter, "What? Do you know the art of mechanism?"
The landlady said without comment, "If you learn the art of mechanism, the power of the powerful cannon can be increased by at least three times."
"Really?" Chu Xiu raised his eyebrows slightly and took a sip of wine, "I seem to have never asked the landlady's name."
The landlady's eyes moved slightly, "Shaoyun."
"Which one is less, which one is Yun?"
"Shaoyun's Shao, Shaoyun's Yun."
Chu Xiu smiled and asked, "What's your surname?"
The landlady shook her head.
"There is a person in my hometown, and his thirteenth aunt is also named Shaoyun." Chu Xiu remembered that in the movie Huang Feihong in his previous life, the thirteenth aunt's name was Shaoyun.
Aunt Thirteen?
The landlady was speechless and said angrily: "If you have nothing to say, just drink your wine."
"It's not that I have nothing to say." Chu Xiu drank and said truthfully, "The main thing is that you are a married woman. When I talk to you, I always feel that Boss Zhu will suddenly appear behind me and chop me with a knife."
The landlady blushed and hummed, "Do you have a guilty conscience?"
"You only have a guilty conscience when you are a thief. I am upright, so why should I feel guilty?" Chu Xiu smiled and said, "On the other hand, if you talk to me alone, aren't you afraid that Boss Zhu will be jealous?"
"You are upright, why should I be ashamed of you?" the landlady said with a leer.
"That's true." Chu Xiu nodded and said nothing more. He looked at the door of the inn and heard a familiar set of footsteps.
Outside the inn gate.
Xia Qingshan, who was dressed in black robe, raised his eyes and glanced at the inn plaque. He was stunned for a moment and glanced twice more.
"Boom."
"Boom."
"Boom."
Xia Qingshan knocked on the door.
Chu Xiu opened the door of the inn.
"Sister-in-law."
"Your boy is indeed here."
Xia Qingshan hummed softly and stepped into the inn lobby.
Chu Xiu closed the door of the inn and led Xia Qingshan to the seat in front of the window.
The window is not open and the wine is warm.
The two sat opposite each other, and Chu Xiu poured a glass of warm wine for Xia Qingshan.
"When you first came to Chang'an, you made such a big fuss. Aren't you worried that your aunt would be worried?" Xia Qingshan said, speaking like an elder.
Chu Xiu said helplessly: "Ping'an Fang is the poorest one among the 108 riads in Chang'an City. I stayed in this inn with the intention of waiting until the day of the college entrance examination in peace.
Who would have thought that in Chang'an City, people don't look for trouble, but things look for people. "
This is true.
The landlady sitting at the counter had a somewhat depressed look on her face.
She agreed very much with what Chu Xiu said, 'In Chang'an City, people don't look for trouble, but things look for people.'
This inn is already remote enough, but now, it has become the focus of Chang'an City.
Xia Qingshan looked at Chu Xiu and said slowly: "I have always been curious, is your realm really just the first realm?"
How dare you cause so much trouble when you are just in the first level?
"First Realm?"
The boss's wife secretly pricked up her ears, she was very curious about Chu Xiu's strength.
