Next to the door of the attic, an old man with gray hair and gray robe was lying on a wicker chair with his eyes closed, swinging the paper fan in his hand leisurely. When he heard the movement, he opened his eyes to look, and then sneered. : "You really don't give up. You obviously don't have the ability to come in, but you still come every day. Aren't you tired?"
"Oh, you brought a helper?" The white-haired old man noticed Qin Feng behind Cang Feilan, and was about to taunt, but when the words came to his lips, the old man seemed to have discovered something, his eyes widened, and he jumped out of the wicker chair. Sit up.
"Such a thing can happen...Boy, what's your name?"
This person is so rude. He even called me a kid. Why am I kid?
Qin Feng frowned: "Old man, if you want to know other people's names, should you introduce yourself first?"
Hearing this, Cang Feilan looked sideways, her eyes seeming to say, I didn't expect you to be so talented.
The white-haired old man was also stunned, then smiled and said: "I have lived for so long, and you are the second person who dares to talk to me like this. Boy, listen clearly. My surname is Baili. As for my name, I won't say it. I know. It’s not good for you.”
Damn it, why is this old man so arrogant, and Miss Cang’s eyes? I won’t accidentally offend some big boss...
Qin Feng swallowed a sip of saliva, and immediately changed his attitude and said respectfully: "Senior, I was joking. Just now, I was disrespectful of my courtesy. My name is Qin Feng, and I am a scholar."
"Qin Feng..." the old man murmured, his eyes meaningful. After a moment, he lay back on the wicker chair.
"The rules are the same as before. If you can match the second couplet, you will be let in." The old man said leisurely, fanning himself.
"Come on the question." Cang Feilan pondered for a moment, but her tone didn't sound very confident.
Old Man Baili tapped the wicker chair with his right index finger. Within a moment, a white scroll flew out of the attic and landed lightly in front of Cang Feilan.
Qin Feng was curious and looked down, only to see clearly written on the white scroll - Heaven is the chessboard and the stars are the pieces, who dares to play!
Oops, what a big breath. Have you chewed Yida?
Qin Feng is naturally familiar with this couplet. In his previous life, he was considered a top scholar. This couplet was written by Li Shangshu of the Ming Dynasty to make things difficult for the chief minister of the cabinet. It has a grand and heroic conception.
He just didn't expect that there were people in this world who could make the same couplet.
Words can reflect people's hearts. It can be seen that the people in the first couplet are either in high positions or have lofty ambitions.
Cang Feilan saw the content on the white scroll clearly and frowned slightly. She stood there thinking for a long time, but there was no movement for a long time.
This second line is not right. I'm afraid Miss Cang has overthought it... Qin Feng stood aside. Although he knew how to answer the second line, he didn't say anything. This rule still needs to be followed.
"Don't waste your efforts. Today's first couplet is much more difficult than before. You can't even answer the previous ones, let alone today's one." There was obviously some gloating in the tone of the old man Baili.
Qin Feng glanced at it. This bad old man was really bad. He actually liked to bully a girl!
It's just a couplet. If you can't answer it, you can't answer it. I think Miss Cang won't care too much. Qin Feng originally thought so, but unexpectedly there was a slight sob beside him.
what's the situation? !
Qin Feng was shocked and looked away, only to see Cang Feilan holding his arms and his body trembling slightly. Looking at the water mist in the other person's light blue eyes, it was obvious that he was about to cry out of grievance!
Hey hey hey, it’s not that big of a deal, it’s just a couplet that doesn’t match up, and it’s not like my husband is dead, so why should it be like this? !
He always thought that a brave and beautiful woman like Cang Feilan should be like an assassin in the ancient night, whose mood would not be affected by external objects. But he never thought that the latter would be like an exam. Just like the little girl who failed, her psychological defense was broken because she didn't match the couplet!
"Miss Cang, are you... okay?"
"You don't need to worry about it, I will make the second line right away." Cang Feilan replied stubbornly, the mist in her eyes had condensed into water droplets, swirling in her eye sockets.
"..."
Time passed minute by minute, and with Cang Feilan's ability, it was natural that she couldn't answer the second line. Old Man Baili yawned and said disdainfully: "Go back early, don't delay my efforts."
You bad old man, why are you so arrogant? How can you bear to bully such a beautiful woman?
Thinking of this, Qin Feng immediately said: "Miss Cang, you have helped me twice before. I never like to owe others favors. Why don't you leave this couplet to me?"
Cang Feilan raised her head, her already enchanting eyes seemed to be able to melt even stubborn rocks under the reflection of water mist.
"Can you tell me?" His tone was not as cold as before, but instead sounded coquettish.
Qin Feng almost felt numb after hearing this: "I can give it a try...Senior Baili, can I answer for her?"
The white-haired old man still waved his fan leisurely: "It's not that I look down on you, but even if there are ten more of you, you still can't forgive me for this second line."
This bad old man has a really venomous mouth. If I were practicing Shenwu Taoism, I would definitely beat him up... Qin Feng clenched his left fist tightly and said with a smile: "What if this junior can fight against me?" ?”
"Then let you two go in together."
"It's a deal!" Qin Feng waved his sleeves and asked immediately: "Do you have any pen and ink?"
"So what if I give it to you." Old Man Baili tapped his finger on the wicker chair, and a pair of white scrolls and a brush dipped in ink flew out of the attic.
Qin Feng took the brush and spread the white scroll in front of him. The hand holding the brush was hanging in the air, but it still didn't come down.
How is this going? I clearly know what the second line is, but the pen in my hand doesn't seem to obey my command...it can't fall down at all!
Old Man Baili looked sideways, thinking that Qin Feng couldn't answer the second line, so he was making a fuss: "Young man, you don't know how high the sky is."
Can this be tolerated? !
Qin Feng's eyes widened, he gritted his teeth, and the veins on his right hand popped out. The pen that had not been written down finally started to move.
At the same time, in the divine sea, the Wenqi Waterfall began to churn, turning into water and flowing towards the brush in Qin Feng's hand!
Old Man Baili suddenly felt something was wrong, and the fan in his hand stopped swinging. He opened his eyes wide and saw the first word written on the white scroll - "地"!
"This is......"
Qin Feng's right arm trembled, sweat dripped from his forehead like rain, and he wrote the second word with difficulty - "zuo"!
Then comes the third word, the fourth word...
Qin Feng only felt that what he was holding in his hand was not a brush, but a huge stone. As the number of words increased, the huge stone became heavier and heavier.
By the time the seventh word came down, the brush seemed to weigh ten thousand kilograms!
Tick tock, tick tock...
Blood was dripping from his two fingers. Seeing this, Old Man Baili shouted hurriedly: "Boy, stop writing. With your current ability, you can't bear it!"
Qin Feng ignored it and instead shouted loudly. In the divine sea, the Wenqi Waterfall began to boil, like a volcano erupting, surging into the tip of the pen.
The pressure on his fingertips suddenly decreased, and he immediately started writing vigorously.
When the last word of the second line was finished, a white pillar rose into the sky above the white scroll.
Qin Feng felt as if all his strength had been drained and he collapsed on the ground. At this moment, he felt as if his entire right arm was not his.
Old Man Baili dodged and came to Bai Juan with a look of horror on his face.
On the other side, Cang Feilan looked at the lower couplet on the white scroll with bright eyes. Under the black scarf, her red lips parted slightly and she couldn't help but murmur -
"The ground is a pipa, the road is a string, who can play it?!"
