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Chapter 87: Blood Splattered on the Poetry Bridge(1/3)

Chang'an City wakes up.

It was like a huge and sophisticated instrument started to operate.

Under the Changzhi Jiu'an Inn, shopkeeper Qian said to Li Wuqi and others: "Today, I will take you to see the world first, so as not to make a fool of yourself at the Hongque Poetry Festival tomorrow and disgrace our Shiniu Slaughterhouse."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Following the direction of the crowd, the end is Chang'an Academy.

"Do you know how to play the Hongque Poetry Club?" Shopkeeper Qian asked.

Everyone shook their heads.

Only Shen Chu was confident: "Go to the poetry stage and recite poems, and use the vision of the talented gem as a guide!"

"That's right." Shopkeeper Qian said quietly, "It seems you have really put a lot of thought into this."

Shen Chu was overjoyed and was feeling a little complacent when he suddenly noticed something was wrong with Shopkeeper Qian's eyes. He woke up with a start and said with an awkward smile: "Haha, I just briefly learned about it in my spare time..."

"Oh? Still have some free time?"

"Uh! I'm not completely free, I have occasional free time... just..."

Shopkeeper Qian stopped paying attention to him and said to himself:

"At that time, a third-class poetry appreciation banquet will be set up. A first-class poetry appreciation banquet will be set up in the main hall of Chang'an Academy. Hongque Poetry Club, Xianmen, and the imperial court will attend, and four large poetry platforms will be set up: wind, flower, snow, and moon."

Li Wuqi said: "I'm afraid these four poetry platforms are not prepared for ordinary people, right?"

"That's right." Shopkeeper Qian nodded, "To put it simply, only people with a sufficiently large background and high enough talent are qualified to recite poetry on the four major poetry platforms."

Li Wuqi nodded.

Shopkeeper Qian continued:

"The second-class viewing seats are set up in the courtyard. The famous families of Dongjun are present. Four small poetry platforms are set up, namely bamboo, plum, orchid and chrysanthemum."

"The banquets for the third class are scattered around the academy, and ten poetry platforms for casual poetry are set up: A, B, B, Ding, Wu, Ji, Geng, Xin, Ren, and Gui."

"No matter how big or small the poetry stage is, there is a talent gem that can sense the talent of heaven and earth! At that time, when the poet recited a poem, the talent gem would appear a vision. From then on, you can know how much talent a poem has inspired..."

Li Wuqi asked again: "So, Shopkeeper Qian, which first-class seat will we be in then?"

Shopkeeper Qian glanced at him: "Where do you want to wait?"

Li Wuqi said: "Of course it's first class."

After all, the people from the Immortal Sect were waiting, and he had to go to the Immortal Sect to seek medicine.

Shopkeeper Qian stroked his beard and said, "It's not easy to wait."

"As long as there is a way."

"Of course there is a way. In this way, if you bid ten thousand taels of gold, I will send you to a first-class seat."

"Ten thousand taels?! Gold?!"

Everyone took a breath of cold air.

Unexpectedly, Li Wuqi looked calm: "No problem!"

Everyone gasped!

Li Wuqi added: "Please ask shopkeeper Qian to deduct these ten thousand taels of gold from my future wages."

What is this called? This is called a white wolf with empty gloves!

Unexpectedly, shopkeeper Tie Gongji Qian said cheerfully: "No problem!"

Everyone took three breaths of cold air!

Boss Niu on the side couldn't stand it anymore, so he smiled and said: "You two should stop plotting against each other. Wuqi, you can keep the ten thousand taels of gold, we are already in the first class."

Everyone took four breaths of cold air!

Li Wuqi was also shocked: "First class seats? Boss, are you so awesome?"

Hongque Academy, Xianmen and the imperial court, which one is not a well-known force in Kyushu? Oh no! Kyushu belongs to the imperial court...

Li Wuqi couldn't think of any of them that Boss Niu could be related to. Could these three be old customers of the Shiniu Slaughterhouse?

Mr. Niu laughed and said nothing.

Shopkeeper Qian smiled like an old fox: "You can experience the mystery on your own..."

Afterwards, everyone visited Chang'an Academy and roughly understood the layout of the Poetry Society before heading back home.



The sun is blazing.

The two middle-aged and elderly people returned to the inn to rest, leaving five young people, Li Wuqi, Li Wuxin, He Chuan, Shen Chu, and Mudan, wandering on the streets.

Walking to Shiqiao, pedestrians were still bustling.

The assassination incident the day before seemed to have been forgotten, and people in a hurry rushed to trample on the dried blood on the ground.

But there was no one on the bridge.

"There are no talented people on the bridge, and there are no beautiful women under the bridge." Li Wuxin said.

"Talented people are also afraid of being exposed to the sun." Shen Chu said half-jokingly, "Besides, those who really recite poetry rush to the Hongque Poetry Club."

Li Wuqi suddenly stopped and looked up at the teahouse beside the bridge.

[Guan Wen Tao Cai Qi, "Guan Qi Technique" Qi Sense 1]

He Chuan felt something, so he also looked up.

"Do justice for heaven, eliminate violence and bring good peace."

A loud and upright chant came from above the head!

"One, two, three! Let's go!"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, three young men in white jumped down from a high place.

The smooth green hair fluttered in the wind, and the spotless white clothes made a rustling sound.

The three gentlemen have bright eyes and handsome postures, with the sun shining brightly behind them.

Then he landed lightly.

"Wow!" is the exclamation of the girl on the street.

"Okay! One more!" Someone clapped their hands and cheered.

Nangong Xiangrui glanced at the crowd coldly: "Hongque Academy is doing business, and idle people should avoid it."

"Hongque Academy?!"

Everyone was shocked and immediately stepped back to leave enough space for the three of them.

The three of them looked for Li Wuqi's figure with deep eyes.

Mudan looked around and frowned slightly: "Wuqi, these people are not coming for us, are they?"

"Probably." Li Wuqi replied calmly.

Sure enough, Yang Changsheng took a step forward and shouted: "Where is Li Wuqi?"

"Brother..." Li Wuxin frowned slightly.

"It's okay." Li Wuqi smiled slightly and said to He Chuan, "Brother Chuan, I will leave it to you without any intention."

He Chuan nodded.

Li Wuqi took a step forward: "Li Wuqi, I wonder if you three have anything to ask me?"

Yang Changsheng subconsciously replied: "I don't take it as advice, it's just... huh?"

Nangong Xiangrui's face turned cold: "Good boy! Play some tricks!"

Yang Changsheng knew that he had fallen into his trick, and immediately said angrily: "You are indeed despicable and do all kinds of evil!"

Nangong Xiangrui said: "Li Wuqi, you are killing the people in the fish and meat village, which makes everyone angry! I, Nangong Xiangrui, the disciple of Feng Pavilion of Hongque Academy, am here today to take your life!"

"Sorry, my dog ​​is not here." Li Wuqi said, "Please come back another day."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Smooth tongue!" Nangong Xiangrui snorted coldly.

Yang Changsheng said bitterly: "Brother Nangong, remember Mr. Shen's words! This kid is insidious and cunning, you must not get entangled with him! It's better to fight quickly!"

Nangong Xiangrui took one step forward and sang softly.

"The green dust skirt competes with the grass for green, and the elephant tube is better than the Joan cup. It's a pity that the boat has two oars across, and no one is urging Mochou to come."

Suddenly, the sky and the earth changed color, and in the strong wind, streaks of golden light fell, coating his whole body with a dazzling golden light.

No cover-up at all.

The wind and sand blew together, and the crowd watching the excitement screamed and backed down again and again.

"Wang Dao!" Yang Changsheng whispered, "Senior Brother Nangong has told me that he will strike first to defeat the enemy, and you and I will follow as soon as possible. All three of our senior brothers will share in this credit!"
To be continued...
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