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Volume 1, Chapter 688 of Yan Cunzheng: One life, one death, two enchantments

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    "The most talented person in Beijing?" Qi Hanshan looked at Mr. Wen. Zhu Duocai was known as the most talented person in Beijing. Didn't he take Mr. Wen seriously?  Mr. Wen smiled slightly and said, "Strictly speaking, the Donghuang Sect is outside Shangjing City." Even Qi Hanshan, who had always been gentle and well-known for his stability, had the urge to roll his eyes at this time.  Does this count?  Mr. Wen didn¡¯t say anything more. As the saying goes, scholars look down on each other. In Mr. Wen¡¯s eyes, Zhu Duocai was just a clown. But when Qi Hanshan saw Zhu Duocai standing at the top with Zi Baifeng, he felt a little sigh in his heart.  The entire kingdom of heaven is so vast, but there are so many talented people and knowledgeable people.  Everything today is just like in the past. The huge banner of "Guimoxuan Poetry and Literary Society" hangs down from Yunzhou and floats in the air. It can be seen from all directions. There are also a few lines of banners next to it: "Seeking Wenruo."  When you are thirsty, you regard ink as your destiny." "A thousand pieces of gold are worth less than a thousand pieces of writing."  It¡¯s just that the gold and silver placed on each floor are several times more, and above the second floor, they have become jade rewards. Going to Beijing is not as good as Zaitian Mansion. If you want to attract more people, you must have better chips.  In addition to these differences, there is another difference, that is, there is a specially invited audience this time.  Qi Hanshan turned around and saw a stand on the opposite side, which was level with the tallest platform and high above. There were seven or eight officials-looking people sitting on it. Two of them were acquaintances, but Qi Hanshan could see it at a glance.  Recognized.  One of them is Gao Shan'an, the former magistrate of Zaitian Prefecture, and the other is Sizheng, the official department of the Qing Dynasty in the Ministry of Etiquette. Mr. Qi Lusi, the doctor in the Ministry of Rites, once presided over the rural examination of Zaitian Prefecture, so Qi Hanshan was deeply impressed by this member of the family.  .  Seeing Mr. Qi, Qi Hanshan understood why there were so many people in Guimoxuan's poetry conference. This was simply the final opportunity to write papers before the palace examination.  Is there any better way to write a paper than to show off your talents directly in front of the examiner and impress the examiner?  Not to mention, Mr. Qi was just accompanying the last person in the stands. There were several unknown officials beside him, but looking at their clothes, at least three of them were officials from the Ministry of Etiquette.  There was a person in the middle, wearing casual clothes, but he was unknown to Qi Hanshan.  Qi Hanshan immediately had an impulse to go up and show off his talents.  But after listening to a few lines of poems recited by those people, Qi Hanshan felt a little guilty. The poems recited by everyone among them were no worse than his own. He couldn't help but praise many of the poems.  Alas, but even so, many people were defeated and left in dejection amidst the boos of the crowd.  He is not as optimistic and blindly confident as Chi Yanbai, but he already feels guilty.  In Xijing, he dared to say that he was the best among people. In Zaitian Mansion, his results were already unsatisfactory. But now, in this cultural circle where talented people gather, he has eclipsed everyone else.  When Qi Hanshan looked up, Mr. Wen was also looking at Zi Baifeng.  A blue hairband tied up his full head of black hair, and he was dressed in a simple and simple green trousers. The young man stood there with a smile, his eyes were like bright stars, his face was like a crown jewel, his lips were red and his teeth were white, he was dressed in a chic and comfortable look, and he seemed to be completely dissatisfied.  The place that cares is already about to defeat them.  This image is almost exactly the same as when he was in Zaitian Mansion.  ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Out of the accidents and battles, and the thrills one after another, it seems that no traces were left on his body.  Still so clear and bright, like the stars in the night sky.  Zi Baifeng was not in a hurry, but someone was worried for him.  This is a five-on-five game. It doesn't mean anything if one person wins alone. On Zi Baifeng's side, only Yan Xiaolei has done well, while the five opponents are all standing on the first three floors.  The average score far exceeded that of Zi Baifeng.  When Chi Yanbai ran over to pull Qi Hanshan, Qi Hanshan grabbed him with a bitter smile and said, "Didn't you see? This game is almost over, there's no point in going." "What are you afraid of? It won't work this time.  , there¡¯s still next time.¡± Chi Yanbai, an optimist, was so optimistic that Qi Hanshan didn¡¯t know what to say.  "Ouchsister, you pinch me again!" Before Chi Yanbai could finish speaking, he was attacked by Chi Yanzi's little hand.  "I don't care about you, I'm going to play first!" Chi Yanbai quickly escaped from the sea of ??misery, turned around and ran towards the registration place.  Regardless of victory or defeat, it¡¯s rare to experience such a fun thing again, so how could you not go?  "Both young masters have already boarded our?The highest point, this level is more difficult than all the previous ones combined.  "On the high platform, a member of the Zi clan is presiding over the last competition. "Our Guimoxuan has always been famous for our ink, and there is only one kind of ink. I believe everyone knows that it is Guimo.  "The people of the Zi clan raised a brocade box with both hands, opened the lid, and saw the crystal clear and beautiful osmanthus ink, which was like ink jade. The faint scent of osmanthus floated down. Just opening the brocade box, the whole venue was instantly filled with the fragrant fragrance.  This is not only Gui Mo, but also Gui Qing Mo, the top grade Gui Qing Mo. When everyone smells the smell of Gui Qing Mo, their heads clear up and their thinking seems to have become much sharper, even things they had forgotten.  , they all remembered it again. This is the effect of Gui Qingmo. It is not difficult to imagine how good Gui Qingmo will be when participating in the competition. But when he looked at it again, there was something unexpected on the stage.  There are three other brocade boxes with different colors. The Guiqing ink is carved from jade, which is white and crystal clear, making the Guiqing ink darker. ¡°This is our Guimoxuan¡¯s fine Guiqing ink.  Qingmo is hard to find, but can only be given to those who are destined.  "The Zi clan's tongues are full of flowers, and they are talking about the sky. "Our Guimoxuan has not expanded its business to Shangjing before, so we conservatively estimate that there are less than ten people in Shangjing who hold Guiqingmo at this time, and these ten  People must not be willing to take out Gui Qingmo and use it easily, so no one knows my name Gui Moxuan.  "    "I know!  Demon Code!  "Down below, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted. The Zi clan members looked down, nodded slightly, and did not answer. Half of the ten people he mentioned had obtained Gui Qingmo from Zi Baifeng, such as  Masters Gao Shanan and Qi must have it, and others must have obtained it from the Demon Code. "Everyone knows the efficacy of Guiqing ink. This ink can not only be used, but can also be worn.  If the body is protected from all evil, even demon generals will stay away from it, let alone the inner demons.  " As soon as this statement came out, it immediately caused an uproar. Even if you go to Beijing, you can't escape the invasion of evil spirits. However, both the protective formation and the spiritual energy around you are more abundant in Beijing. The earth veins have not decayed and the spiritual energy is still abundant. Therefore, the evil spirits  There were not many invasions, and they were quickly suppressed by the masters without causing too many casualties. Even if there were powerful demons, they were expelled and killed by the royal masters and Donghuang Sect masters who were guarding them. It can be said that it has always been peaceful and peaceful.  But being calm and peaceful does not mean that they are not afraid of evil spirits. On the contrary, they are more afraid of evil spirits destroying their lives and dragging them into hell in an instant. At this time, everyone pricked up their ears and stared at it with wide eyes.  People from the Zi clan. Of course, some people thought that the people from the Zi clan were being arrogant. Qi Hanshan couldn't help but reach out and touch the piece of precious ink he wore on his waist.  Neither the whirlpool nor the demon invasion could do anything to him. At this time, Qi Hanshan also felt that it was no wonder that Zi Baifeng didn't care about the outcome. Regardless of victory or defeat, Gui Moxuan won with this generous propaganda method.  , Baomozhai is beyond his reach. And the reason why Zhu Duocai is willing to play is not to defeat Gui Moxuan, but to show his face in front of those adults, which is more important.  It¡¯s getting bigger and bigger, and all these adults are here to support me. ¡°If you don¡¯t believe it, we can give it a try.  The people from the Zi clan raised their hands and said, "Here, come up!"  "Suddenly, several strong men came up carrying a box. When they opened the box, an evil demon was revealed. "I also ask all of you to witness that this is indeed an evil demon. I, Gui Moxuan, did not just find something to replace the disguise.  " A person in the middle nodded slightly and said: "It is indeed a good evil spirit.  " Hearing his testimony, everyone was in an uproar and stared wide-eyed to see what the Zi clan members were going to do. They saw the demon struggling desperately, roaring repeatedly, and glaring at the Zi clan people with a pair of ferocious strange eyes, as if it might break free at any time.  Bite his head off. But I don¡¯t know what the white light rope that binds him is made of. ¡°This rope was once soaked in Gui Qingmo, my Gui Moxuan.  "The Zi clan people did not forget to publicize it, and then began to grind the ink. After a while, the ink was ready. The Zi clan people raised the inkstone in their hands and said: "Everyone, please take a look!  " He poured it down gently, and Gui Qingmo fell on the demon. It was like strong acid reaching the body, instantly corroding a big hole in the demon's body. The demon's roar spread far away. Everyone was frightened.  This shocking publicity left a deep impression on them.nbsp; Even Mr. Wen couldn¡¯t help barging his teeth. Is this kind of publicity really good?  Suddenly, the evil spirit broke free from the rope and rushed towards the Zi clan people with a roar.  The people of the Zi clan were not afraid in the face of danger. They shrank back and splashed all the ink in their hands.  With a "wow" sound, the demon seemed to have been pierced by thousands of bullets, with countless holes appearing all over its body.  Even so, the demon's vitality is so tenacious that it is not dead yet.  "Protect the adults!" Above the stands, many guards rushed out. Although the two groups were fighting, they still blocked the way of many adults. Under the stands, those watching the excitement flashed out of a huge circle with great speed.  It's so fast, it's shocking.  Zhu Duocai on the stand also subconsciously stepped aside without losing his composure. Not only was Zhu Duocai rich in talent and learning, he was also a monk, so he was not too panicked.  Only Zi Baifeng remained unmoved, because this scene was actually arranged by him deliberately.  The people of the Zi clan raised the Gui Qingmo in their hands, smashed it on the head of the evil demon, and smashed the evil demon's heavenly spirit cover with a bang. Only then did they really kill the evil demon. Several strong men carefully stepped forward to clean up the evil demon's body and pretended to  Put it in the box and carry it away carefully.  "I'm sorry, there was a little mistake. I hope I didn't disturb you all." The Zi clan member smiled bitterly and bowed to the surrounding people. "The evil spirit is cruel by nature and has tenacious vitality. It would be a sin if we let this evil spirit go away just now.  You deserve to die, you deserve to die!" Everyone below made accusations, and there was a chaos.  Looking at the reactions of the people below, Qi Hanshan clearly saw a trace of disappointment flash across Zi Baifeng's face.  "Brother, why are you doing this?" Mr. Wen shook his head and sighed.  He also saw that Zi Baifeng¡¯s move was to make these intellectuals be vigilant and not to relax, so that the evil spirits could take advantage of them. ??????????????? But in this place of singing and dancing, where the people¡¯s hearts are at ease, and the city of leisure and enjoyment, how many people care about the invasion of evil spirits, the infiltration of the demon world, and the oppression of the fairy world?  As the saying goes, hide in the small building and become one, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter.  If we don¡¯t let them truly know how powerful the devil is, how can they possibly pay attention to it?  "Although there is a slight situation, I believe everyone has seen the efficacy of Gui Qing Mo in our Gui Mo Xuan." The Zi clan member said, "Gui Qing Mo used to be the highest grade ink in our Gui Mo Xuan, but now  We have three other inks, namely Gui Xie ink, Gui Shen ink, and Gui Yao ink. " "Hmph, it's just a matter of grandstanding!" Someone below said angrily: "Ink is just ink, and good writing is the right thing.  , What¡¯s the use of all the gimmicks? Our ink master at Bao Mo Zhai is the best in Shangjing. You guys, Gui Mo Xuan, have never heard of it. How can you produce any good ink?¡±  The owner of Bao Mo Zhai couldn't sit still when he saw how busy Gui Mo Xuan was, and sent someone to cause trouble.  "This guest officer is right, ink is ink. No matter how many functions it has, the most important thing is that it can write well and draw well. So the topic of this last level is to use four  You can take the exam by planting ink, whether you are writing a poem, writing a poem, or painting. The final decision will naturally be judged by everyone present. You can call some people to help judge." The Zi clan said.  After finishing this sentence, he immediately turned sideways and said: "Of course, no matter who wins or loses, the masterpieces of these two talents will be preserved forever in the central hall of our Gui Mo Xuan. If you don't want our Gui Mo Xuan to keep them, you can withdraw from the competition now." Listen  After finishing this sentence, Zhu Youcai pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "Okay, then I will accept it. Let me try this miraculous Guimo." The reason why Zhu Youcai stood up for Baomo Zhai was because Baomo Zhai  The boss has a slight friendship with one of his elders. Through his elder, he invited him and several of his friends to participate in the poetry and prose meeting of Bao Mo Zhai in order to increase the momentum and gain popularity.  Who would have thought that no matter how hard they tried, they would still be left alone. On the contrary, Guimexuan here was extremely popular. They were also curious about what happened, so they agreed to Baomozhai to come and play.  But at this time, Zhu Youcai had long forgotten about competition, victory or defeat. He only had one thing in his mind now, which was to show off his talents in front of the Master of Rites.  Everything else is unimportant.  The Zi clan member took a step forward and wanted to help him grind the ink. Zhu Youcai stretched out his hand to stop him and said, "Stop, I always grind the ink myself." The Zi clan member stepped away with a smile, turned around and ran to help Zi Baifeng grind the ink.  In order for everyone to see clearly, the carrier of this poem and painting is not paper, but four screens, each of which is three meters wide and two meters high, which can be said to be huge ??????????????????????????????????????????????? For ordinary people, whether it is full of words or paintings, it will probably take at least a few hours, and if you want to polish it carefully, it may take ten days and a half, or even several months and a year.  When Zhu Youcai saw the screen, he understood why the topmost platform, which would not attract many people, was built so big. It was originally prepared for the screen.  Zhu Youcai already had a plan in mind. He splashed ink and waved his hand, and a green mountain, a small courtyard, and a small bridge appeared on the paper.  In the small courtyard, school children play and read.  Within the long window, sir, he chanted, "Study."  There is one person among them who is the most eye-catching. His face is somewhat similar to Zhu Youcai's. This is the time when Zhu Youcai painted his own elementary school.  If there was anyone who was present the most, it was definitely the students from the Meng Xue School. They were all different and varied. Almost everyone was touched when they saw the familiar and memorable scene.  Seeing what was drawn on the first screen, everyone understood what Zhu Youcai was thinking. It must be the process of the Meng College Examination, the General Examination, the Provincial Examination, and then the Palace Examination.  Exactly four levels, four screens.  After ten years of hard study, it is the greatest wish of all students to get a spot on the gold medal list. This path is also the one they are most familiar with, and it is also the one they are most likely to be touched by.  Zhu Youcai knew very well that his choice could be said to be the most correct.  With such a large screen, it would be too short to write a poem.  If you were writing a poem, it would be too long.  Guimoxuan came up with this topic just to let them paint.  And Zhu Youcai asked himself that he was unparalleled in talent and learning. No matter what aspect, he was not inferior to students in the same subject, and his topic selection closely focused on the most critical point - the final merits are not determined by the judges, but by the judges.  It¡¯s up to everyone here to judge.  And the ones present the most are naturally the students.  "What Guimoxuan provided was only ink, not gouache. Zhu Youcai sketched a schoolboy with just a few strokes. Everyone was attracted to him and looked at him.  Some people play shuttlecock, some climb over the wall, some chase butterflies, some touch fish, some dig out bird's nests, some pull a dog's tail, some ride a big horse, some study hard.  A person, a gesture, a story, a life.  Qi Hanshan looked at the painting and couldn't help but fell into deep thought, unable to control himself.  A painting can express all the students¡¯ joy, anger, sorrow and joy in one sentence.  Qi Hanshan was touched, let alone others?  Qi Hanshan was suddenly very worried about Zi Baifeng.  He turned around and looked over. Zi Baifeng's ink had been ground, but he stood there holding the pen and did not write for a long time.  Just when everyone thought he was at the end of his rope, he suddenly made a move.  Rather than painting, I opened three other boxes.  Zi Baifeng surprised everyone when he opened the second box.  As soon as the box was opened, a gloomy and rich feeling rushed towards the face, making everyone unable to help but feel depressed. This power was somewhat similar to the evil demon just now, but it was far more powerful. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Death!  "You what are you doing? What kind of ink is this!" Zhu Youcai was startled, "Are you planning to kill everyone?" Death energy is extremely corrosive. For their monks, a trace of death  When the Qi enters the body, it means years of hard work to expel it.  That¡¯s why evil spirits are so difficult to deal with.  For ordinary people, the entry of death energy into the body means at least one serious illness and a weak constitution.  Zi Baifeng did not answer, but opened the other two brocade boxes.  When the third brocade box was opened, an extremely strange feeling spread out.  And when the fourth brocade box was opened, everyone suddenly felt an indescribable sense of relaxation, comfort and naturalness.  All four brocade boxes are opened, and there are four kinds of ink.  "One life and one death, two enchantments."
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