The noble young man beside Xu Wenqing laughed loudly: "Hahaha, he is just a little demon patrol guard, a vulgar person, even if he can say a few nonsense, how can he understand the elegance of poetry?"
"Brother Xu's poetry talent is the best in Wuzhong, how many people dare to comment? You'd better not embarrass me."
Yan Xiaowu was so angry that he spit out a rough breath: "Jiang Zhou! You have to help me get rid of this breath no matter what! Even if you want to stay in Chuyun Tower every night, it's okay!"
"If I can make this kid shut up, even if you want the courtesan Xue Li to accompany you, I will do it for you even if I lose my face!"
"..."
You still say you don't like women?
You are a pervert as soon as you open your mouth.
You even know who the courtesan is.
Am I, Jiang Zhou, such a person?
Jiang Zhou glanced at Yan Xiaowu.
This kid is so wrong.
Although he is usually noisy, he will never take the initiative to cause trouble like today, and he won't give up.
He even deliberately dragged him into the water many times.
Jiang Zhou didn't doubt that this kid had any bad intentions towards him.
When he killed Hong Shen, he was able to get away with it so easily. He didn't believe it was luck, and he didn't believe it was because the Sujing Division acted impartially.
The only reason could only be because Yan Xiaowu had "someone above him".
This "someone above him" was definitely not limited to the Chief Constable of the Nanzhou Judicial Division, otherwise two third-grade demon kings were involved, and Wu County was almost flooded.
Such a big thing, a chief constable couldn't handle it.
But he and Yan Xiaowu, the two direct "culprits", were calm and not implicated at all.
It's a bit unbelievable to think about it.
This incident alone is enough to prove that this kid must have a very complicated background. If he had any intentions towards him, there would be no need to go through so much trouble.
In fact, it's not an exaggeration to say that he saved his life.
Forget it, just consider it as returning a favor.
I want to see what you are up to.
Jiang Zhou's mind was racing.
Not only for this reason, the word "Xue Li" also moved him.
Yan Xiaowu, Yan Xiaowu, you drag me down, don't blame me for dragging you down in the future.
Yan Xiaowu was a little scared by Jiang Zhou's stare.
What kind of look is this brother giving me? Could it be that he saw something?
Jiang Zhou had already retracted his gaze, revealing a drunken smile.
"Do you two want to stay here and embarrass yourself? Leave quickly and don't bother us anymore."
The noble young man waved his hands repeatedly, as if to drive away flies.
Other students smiled, a little proud, a little sarcastic.
A mere official wants to bring shame to Bailu Academy with a few perverse theories?
Some people in the crowd shook their heads and sighed.
What the patrolling demon guard said just now was also very wonderful. He must be a talented person, which is very rare.
But if you compare your talent with this Wuzhong Poet who has already written brilliantly, it would be a fool's dream.
On the contrary, Li Dongyang stroked his long beard and looked at Jiang Zhou with a hint of expectation.
Jiang Zhou's eyes moved slightly, and he dragged Yan Xiaowu over and whispered: "You said, Chu Yunlou."
Yan Xiaowu's eyes suddenly brightened: "Deal!"
Jiang Zhou immediately let him go and smiled at Xu Wenqing: "I am really not good at poetry, but if you really want to teach me, then I will use the masterpiece of a senior brother in the sect to teach you."
Xu Wenqing frowned slightly: "Senior brother?"
Others also felt puzzled. How could another senior brother appear?
Jiang Zhou just smiled and didn't answer.
He and Li Xuance had boasted about it at the beginning.
Now that things have come to this, he simply wants to take this opportunity to make his boasting a little more real.
A disciple of Sanxing Cave in Fangcun Mountain, not to mention knowing everything about heaven and earth, ancient and modern times, and knowing all schools of thought, the three religions and nine classes is the minimum.
Bodhi Patriarch is proficient in both Buddhism and Taoism, and there are 360 side doors in the Dao gate alone.
In the Shu gate, you can ask the immortals to help you, ask for divination, and seek good fortune and avoid misfortune.
In the Liu gate, Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism, Mohism, medicine, Yin and Yang, and other schools of thought, the three religions and nine classes, classics, history, reading scriptures, chanting Buddha, worshiping the truth and descending saints, etc., all are included.
The Jing gate is quiet and inaction, fasting, entering meditation and sitting in seclusion.
The Dong gate collects yin to replenish yang, climbs the bow and steps on the crossbow, refines elixir and burns the cauldron.
And so on and so forth, 360 side doors, all of which can lead to positive results.
He Jiang Zhou is a disciple of Sanxing Cave, so what?
I can't write poems, but I have countless "senior brothers" behind me!
Poet immortals, poet saints, poets, Buddhas, and poets, everything is available, don't you believe it? I'll hit you if you believe it!
As Jiang Zhou's thoughts turned, he simply tore off the timid disguise that he had put on to survive in this world.
In the eyes of others, he was surprised to find that he seemed to have changed.
It turned out that this originally inconspicuous demon patrol guard had such a handsome appearance.
He had an extraordinary demeanor and was different from the world.
There was also a kind of arrogance that looked down on the world.
Li Dongyang and Dai Yougong looked at each other, nodded and said secretly: Interesting boy.
"Xiaowu, bring the wine."
Jiang Zhou suddenly stretched out his hand and spread his palm.
If you dare to drag your brother into the water, you should serve me well first.
Yan Xiaowu looked at the hand in front of him, and was stunned for a while before reacting. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and then he picked up a pot of wine and a cup, filled them and put them in his hand.
Seeing his posture, the onlookers squeezed forward and stretched their heads.
A group of Bailu students were stunned, with doubts in their eyes.
Jiang Zhou came to the fence, lightly drank a glass of wine, and looked at the blue waves and golden lights.
He took a sip of wine and his face flushed.
Some people were not used to his behavior and "murmured" loudly: "Didn't you say that your senior brother wrote a poem? What are you thinking about? It's like you want to write a poem yourself."
Jiang Zhou laughed: "There is no way. There are too many senior brothers and too many poems. I have to choose carefully."
"..." This is a bit too much.
Jiang Zhou has turned around and said to Li Dongyang: "May I ask the elder, is it difficult to go to the capital of the gods?"
Li Dongyang was stunned, blinked his eyes, and then showed a noncommittal smile: "There are Nanshan blocking the way and the Yellow River blocking the road, so it is naturally a rough journey."
"It's just that as a minister, you should be loyal to the country. Although it is difficult and hard, you should do your best."
Nanshan is the boundary between the north and the south of Daji, spanning more than 10,000 miles from east to west.
There is also a big river in this world called the Yellow River, which is many times bigger than the Yellow River Jiang Zhou knows.
Jiang Zhou saw his fleeting expression and knew what was going on, so he stopped asking.
Turning back to the fat Mr. Chen, he said, "Mr. Chen, you don't mind, do you?"
Mr. Chen smiled until his eyes were gone: "Of course, of course! Mr. Jiang...Mr. Jiang's high-sounding speech just now has shown his extraordinary talent. I am very happy to leave a calligraphy in my Yanbo Tower!"
Jiang Zhou smiled slightly, raised his head and drank the wine in the cup, threw the cup to the ground, and stretched out his hand again: "Pen!"
Half of Yan Xiaowu's face twitched, and he silently went over to get a pen, dipped it in ink, and put it in his hand.
Jiang Zhou stood in front of a column, holding the pen in his hand, pondered for a moment, and then wrote with ink.
To everyone's surprise, this demon patrol guard was not as they thought, only knowing a few words, and must be clumsy in writing.
On the contrary, the brush was moved swiftly and quickly, and a line of characters was written in a stroke.
The handwriting was thin and strong, delicate and not soft, but as strong as a knife, but graceful.
Many people were attracted by this line of handwriting.
Li Dongyang, Dai Yougong and others were even more surprised and stared at the line of characters on the pillar.
More people could not see the mystery of the characters, but just thought it was very beautiful, and praised it, and then turned their attention to the poems.
They were different.
This character... clearly opened a precedent, with the atmosphere of establishing a school.
At this time, comments were made everywhere.