"The golden wind and jade dew are blowing loudly, and the trees and silver flowers are swaying.
It is my happiest year that the God of Wealth has arrived, and the dream of winning is now. "
A voice rang out from the jeweled aura, and the gorgeously dressed God of Wealth appeared with a loud smile: "Mr. Maori Xing, why are you free to look for me today..."
Before he finished speaking, the smile on his face suddenly froze.
He recognized Lord Maori Xing's spirit, but wasn't his physical body a big rooster? Why did he suddenly turn into a dog?
And the scholar next to him with gleaming eyes is Zhang Xiu, the demon! !
Seeing the God of Wealth descending to earth, Zhang Xiu stepped forward and held his hand with excitement: "God of Wealth, we meet again. Last time you left in a hurry, I didn't even have time to get a taste of your wealth."
"We must get closer this time!"
The God of Wealth's eyelids twitched twice, and he glared at the Pleiades star official with a sly look on his side, and said angrily: "What do you want from me? I'm busy with official business and can't stay for a moment."
Zhang Xiu recounted the story of Qian Yu and said: "The God of Wealth is in charge of the world's money. I am asking for your help this time mainly to find out where those copper coins came from and where the person holding the copper coins is now."
"I see, let me figure it out."
The God of Wealth breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, thinking that it would be fine as long as Zhang Xiu didn't want to extort his magic weapon again. Then he stretched out his fingers to count the money. After a while, he stopped counting and his expression became weird.
Looking at Zhang Xiu, he said in a strange tone: "You really don't know where his copper coins came from?"
Zhang Xiu felt confused for a while: "Should I know? Can that copper coin be mine?"
The God of Wealth gave a weird smile: "That money is really yours. You don't even know how much money you have, right?"
Zhang Xiu was stunned, and his expression immediately turned ferocious: "You dare to steal my money, God of Wealth, do you know who that person is?"
The God of Wealth smiled and said, "That money was stolen from your Bincheng Shantang by a fox demon named Hu Yangzhen. He is now in Bincheng."
Zhang Xiu felt a murderous aura rising from his body, and gritted his teeth and said: "It will be easier if you know the names. Mr. Maori Xing, please call Nezha, Jigong, and the Great Emperor of the Five Mountains, and let Yan Chixia order all the 100,000 Yin soldiers. Let's go together... …”
Mr. Maori Xingjun answered: "Are you going to attack Heavenly Court?"
Zhang Xiu was choked, calmed down instantly, and said angrily: "Crueling against Heaven is nothing, that is my father-in-law's territory. Forget it, a mere thief is not worth using so many soldiers and horses, it's still me and Ao Xue Let them go."
Lord Maori Xing nodded and warned: "We are going to Bincheng. You'd better disguise yourself so as not to scare away the fox demon."
Zhang Xiu responded: "Yes, I know."
Three days later, Bincheng, Wangjiang Tower.
Zhang Xiu's clothes were as beautiful as the snow, with a feather fan and silk scarf. She was dressed like a romantic scholar. She stood on the Wangjiang Tower, looking at the rushing Yellow River, and she couldn't help but feel inspired by poetry.
"Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and flows towards the sea of purple and red..."
Ao Xue was stunned as she listened: "Zhang Xiu, why is this poem different from the one you taught me last time?"
Zhang Xiu glanced at her sideways and said calmly: "This is called being eclectic. What I will teach you next time will be different. We poets are so free and easy!"
“@#￥%￥#@……”
Ao Xue was so angry that the veins on her forehead tightened.
You are free and easy, but if I make a mistake, I will be punished by copying it ten times! !
In the past three days, Zhang Xiu had found out the details of Hu Yangzhen.
Hu Yangzhen is a wild fox, and he is not from the same family as Old Man Xin and other fox demons with inherited heritage. He is not high in cultivation and loves to be arty.
Bincheng is located on the south coast of the Bohai Bay, with Wudi and Zhanhua counties along the coast. The coast is formed by the alluvial deposits of the Yellow River. The coastline is winding and winding. Countless literati came here to recite poems and compose poems on the Wangjiang Tower.
Therefore, Hu Yangzhen chose Bincheng to settle down in order to make friends with learned people.
Zhang Xiu's current identity is Yan Feng, a talented man from Jiangnan.
This fictional "Yan Feng" became civilized in Jiangnan scholars with his poems. All the scholars who heard his poems praised him.
It's a pity that he was unlucky and failed in the college entrance examination. Now he is just a scholar. In order to relieve his depression, he traveled around and happened to come to Bincheng this time.
Zhang Xiu came upstairs to wait for three days in a row, but Hu Yangzhen never came. He only talked about poetry and ambitions with other scholars, and he gained quite a reputation.
Zhang Xiuzheng was standing by the window, reciting poems to maintain his character, when a voice suddenly sounded behind him.
"Master Yan, would you like to come and have a drink?"
Zhang Xiu turned around and saw an old man with a gray beard he had never seen before, dressed as a Confucian scholar, inviting himself to his table.
Zhang Xiu said with a confused look: "Who is your Excellency?"
The little old man stroked his beard and smiled: "Hu Yangzhen, I heard that Mr. Yan came to Bincheng and came here because of his fame. When I saw him today, Mr. Yan is really talented and has a lot of talents!"
Zhang Xiu smiled and waved his hand: "Brother Hu, thank you very much. I am just a poor and frustrated scholar. I don't deserve Brother Hu's praise."
As he spoke, Zhang Xiu showed an expression of being unappreciated for his talent. He sighed and came to the table, picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.
Really, Hu Yang, I’ve got you today, even if the Buddha comes, he won’t be able to keep you!
Hu Yangzhen suddenly felt a chill on his neck. He looked around and found no danger. Then he felt relieved and said, "Why are Mr. Yan sighing?"
Zhang Xiu shook his head and said: "Alas, a penny is too much for a hero. I have exhausted all my money after traveling so far. If I can't borrow any more money, I may have to beg on the street with my little sister."
Ao Xue winked hard, unable to squeeze out tears no matter what, and said pitifully: "Brother, I don't want to beg, I want to eat meat!"
Hu Yangzhen laughed and said, "Why worry about such a trivial matter? Although Hu is not talented, he still has a small amount of money in his family. Brother Yan can use it for emergency purposes."
Zhang Xiu looked at him suspiciously and asked, "You and I are not related, and this is our first time meeting you. Why do you want to help me?"
Hu Yangzhen said with a smile: "Brother Yan, if you are interested, you can give me a poem and treat it as the fate between you and me!"
Zhang Xiu looked at Hu Yangzhen for a moment, shook his head and said: "A poem is too light. I have an ancestral fox fur here, which is worth thousands of gold. I can give it to Brother Hu in exchange for some travel expenses home!"
The smile on Hu Yangzhen's face suddenly froze: "There's no need for the fox fur, I have one too..."
Zhang Xiudao: "In that case, I will ask Brother Hu to take off my ancestral fox fur from your body!"
Hu Yangzhen was slightly startled: "Brother Yan, what do you really mean? How can your ancestral fur clothes be worn on me?"
Zhang Xiu sneered and took out the butcher's knife: "If I don't peel off your skin and make it into fur clothes, how can I pass it on to future generations?"
Hu Yangzhen: "!!!"
So this is such an ancestral heritage? ? ! !
(End of chapter)
