The night scenery of Muxiu City is completely different from Qiuhuan Spring, and does not appear cold and quiet. On the contrary, the lights of thousands of families are brightly lit, and the candlelight blends into one, even covering up the brilliance of the silver moon.

It was as lively as if celebrating a grand festival.

"Man conquers nature."

Walking on the street paved with black stone slabs, a sentence suddenly rang out in Chen Shaobai's ears.

Suddenly he remembered the miracle of his soul traveling through two worlds. He knew the power of "Heaven" better than anyone else. When he heard this, his face became a little strange. He shook his head gently and continued on his way.

But what Chen Shaobai did not expect was that although his movements were not large, he was all taken in his eyes by the scholar in blue-shirted who lamented that "man will conquer nature".

The scholar mistakenly thought that Chen Shaobai was denying his own point of view, so he stepped forward and bowed and said, "This guy doesn't seem to agree with my point of view, I don't know what advice. The young student should listen carefully."

Chen Shaobai stopped and observed the young man talking in front of him casually.

The other party is not old and should have just reached the age of crowning. His pair of black and thick eyebrows make him look particularly energetic. In this cold and solemn late autumn, he is still wearing light blue clothes. His waist is decorated with a sword robe. His white cocoons with tiger mouth and ring finger are thin and dense, and his footsteps are steady, and he obviously has good sword skills.

The business rules are strict, and the restrictions on the color of clothing are particularly rigid. Common people can only wear black, white and gray main colors. The brightly colored clothing can only be the privileges of nobles, officials, swordsmen, and scholars. Once violated, the consequences will be extremely serious. At the least, exile thousands of miles, and at the worst, life imprisonment will be forever.

This young man with a waist and a sword is obviously a scholar with fame.

"I don't dare to be a counselor, I'm just a hunter in the mountains."

The streets were coming and going, and they were chaotic. Chen Shaobai didn't hear what the thick-browed scholar said before, so now the other party sincerely asked him to give advice, just to show off the blind man.

So he was going to deal with it casually and left here, so he went to Wanji Tower earlier to repay the cash and go home to rest.

"You are definitely not an ordinary hunter."

The scholar in blue shirt straightened his sword with his waist and his face was solemn.

As soon as this statement was spoken, several young men dressed in Confucian scholars who had heard his speech before were also looked at it, but after watching it for a long time, they could not see anything extraordinary from Chen Shaobai.

"Although this person's footsteps are steady, he has flaws and deficiencies on his face. The internal injuries are either the heart or the kidneys. It is very likely that he is due to excessive indulgence. He is fine now, and he only relies on his strong foundation to force himself to persevere. If he does not have a good doctor to treat him and indulge in desires, he may have a life span of exhaustion and death in another two years."

The Confucian scholar was holding a miniature Bagua plate in his hand, with accurate eyesight and no contact. He could see Chen Shaobai's hidden disease at a glance. Although it was far from the real situation, it was also valuable.

"A person who is willing to be self-controlled is indeed not an ordinary hunter..." After a Confucian scholar holding a folding fan sarcastically, he turned his head to the thick-browed young man and said, "Ye Haoran, Mr. Wang always praises you for being the first in intelligence, but he didn't expect that he could not even see his background!"

As soon as he finished speaking, another Confucian scholar agreed: "Chu Sijue, you are not right to say this. People are not sages, so who can do nothing wrong? Not seeing through the truth is not Haoran, it just means that this person is too capable of pretending."

Regarding the sarcasm of other Confucian scholars in blue, Chen Shaobai's face was calm and indifferent, just treating it as wind in his ears. His index finger pressed on the hilt of the sword and gently scrubbed it to the scholar in blue, saying:

"Why do you say this?"

Chen Shaobai felt that he was in a very poor state now, and his outfit was just a plain white shirt. Apart from the bronze sword with sharp edges and sheaths on his waist, there was nothing extraordinary. Now he looked exactly like an ordinary sick man on his appearance, and he didn't know what the other party's standard for determining "extraordinary".

"The divine light in your eyes is clear, unlike ordinary people." The thick-browed scholar seemed to be unable to contain his confusion and asked first, "Although it is a bit abrupt, but... dare you ask your name Gao?"

"Chen Shaobai."

"A man should study and practice swords when he is born, so don't wait for the young man to grow old? As for Chen, it's..."

"Chen is the cherry wine made from bitter water. The young man was worried about his white hair. He was called Shaobai." Chen Shaobai laughed and interrupted the other party's guess, "I am from a humble background and are not from the three masters of Muxi City. I don't have to guess it."

Although this life has no background like the previous life, Chen Shaobai did not feel disappointed. Instead, he was glad that he could slowly feel the whole world from the bottom.

"Hmph! You're obviously a fool, but you have to pretend to be a master! I'm afraid this person hasn't even been to school in a private school? Ye Haoran, it seems that you are getting back to school in Xianzhou University. You'll talk to such a white Ding here, and you're just squandering time."

Holding a folding fan in his hand, Chu Sijue, who looked elegant, seemed to be resentful of being ignored by Chen Shaobai before. Seeing his absurd response, he immediately jumped out.

However, when he mentioned the "Xianzhou Academy", although he tried his best to curb his emotional expression, he still inadvertently showed a hint of sour jealousy.

"Noisy!"

Chen Shaobai's eyes stretched out.

People who have been killed in their hands often have a sense of evil spirit when speaking and doing things. Chen Shaobai felt unhappy. The Confucian scholar who was swearing each other only felt a little numb from his scalp, and he immediately took a step back and shrank his body.

Realizing his ugly appearance, he suddenly turned red with shame, but his classmates and opponents were in front of him and didn't want to admit defeat. So he stubbornly said, "It's the Golden Fire Festival now. If you can really be literary and good at writing, you can use Qiu as a meter. If it works, I, Chu Sijue, will apologize in person. If not, you will punish yourself three times, "I am a fool."

Before he knew it, the concept between canvas and Nengwen and Shanmo was quietly replaced by him.

"Chu Sijue, you're enough."

Ye Haoran raised his thick eyebrows and his voice seemed a little cold. His temptation was interrupted. Even though he was well educated, he felt a little unhappy.

But due to the friendship between classmates, he was not easy to have an attack. Even if he wanted to help Chen Shaobai, he couldn't find any good solution for a while.

When everyone was a little embarrassed, Chen Shaobai popped his fingers, chanted a strange rhythm, and then walked away.

"The red candle and autumn light are cold on the screen, and the light Luo fan blew the fireflies. The night at the sky steps is as cool as water, sit and watch the cold wind and jade ring stars."

In just twenty-eight words, all the Confucian scholars fell into silence.

When everyone came to their senses, Chen Shaobai was no longer seen.

Chu Sijue, who had jumped out of harsh words before, looked a little ugly. He shook the folding fan in his hand and opened his mouth, like a fish that was not oxygenated: "What is this doing? There is no point in the situation, and..."

"Okay! OK! OK! Although it is a bit short, the parallelism is extremely neat, and it reads mellow and long, so it should be white!"

The speaker was the Confucian scholar who said that Chen Shaobai had flaws and disfigures the face. At this moment, he was repeatedly playing with and kneading a mooncake-sized Bagua array plate in his hand, with an intoxicated expression.

He repeatedly recited the pirated version of Chen Shaobai from Zhiqiu. After reading it, he even smacked his lips, as if he had tasted a rare delicacy. If there was wine beside him, he would immediately raise his glass and drink it all.

The Confucian style of Shang and the country is still quite strong. At least most scholars have not learned the ability to reverse right and wrong. In their eyes, good is good, bad is bad, and there is no ambiguity.

Therefore, Chen Shaobai's poem, which used the power of his previous life, easily captured everyone's praise.

However, these praises were a naked slap for Chu Sijue.

The higher everyone's evaluation of the pirated poem, the paler the more Chu Sijue's face looked. The folding fan in his hand was swinging weakly, as if it was pulled away from his spine, and his proud head as if it was hung down.

Listening to the classmates whispering to each other about this song of weird charm and unprecedented rhythm, Ye Haoran looked at the direction of Chen Shaobai leaving, closed his eyes and pondered.

"Chen Shaobai... Let's see you in the previous article."

The scholar holding the gossip plate put his hand on Ye Haoran's shoulder and found his thoughts gradually distant: "Brother Haoran, we just came across this Muxi City when we met such a talented person. Rumor has it that although Fengzhou's swordsmanship has declined, literature is extremely prosperous, and it seems that it should be true."

"At the age of fifteen or sixteen, he has the strength of a swordsman. Only my cousin can suppress one of his talents. Is Fengzhou swordsman really declining?" Ye Haoran was silent, but did not say the real reason why he took the initiative to test Chen Shaobai.

"Hahaha... I've seen each other this time! Everyone, I'll go to Wanji Tower to have a good drink, how about it?"

The scholar who seemed to have the ability to see the appearance waved the gossip plate in his hand. The suggestion was immediately echoed by everyone.

Chu Sijue felt that his face was lost, so he found a reason and left in shame.

But in addition to him, even the arrogant Ye Haoran was pulled into the team.

The readers who were fooled by Chen Shaobai with Chinese poetry were in high spirits and walked towards Wanji Tower in groups.
Chapter completed!