Food gives me an entry, I will be invincible if I stay alive

Chapter 92: Death and the Incense of the Chivalrous Spirit

At the first hour of the morning, the rosy glow almost covered the entire sky.

In Yunjiang City, pedestrians are still moving as usual.

These early risers have a variety of identities.

It could be the waiter or cashier of a store, a laborer on the streets, or a farmer carrying his load into the city at daybreak...

Of course, there were also barbers, bricklayers, carpenters, painters, doctors, scholars...

Or maybe he was a streetwalker, a shop assistant for a wealthy family, or a porter selling night-blooming incense...

Regardless of status, at this moment, most of the existence of life is the same.

Naturally, this also included Cui Yunqi, who was accompanied by his stewards and entourage, riding a snow-covered horse, dressed in gorgeous clothes, and full of high spirits.

Cui Yunqi had imagined many ways for Chen Xu to become famous.

He even designed many routes for Chen Xu. With the help of Cui Fu, a clever agent, Cui Yunqi guessed that as long as Chen Xu had real ability, he would definitely leave a clear mark in Yunjiang Prefecture.

Cui Jingxian’s Changting Poetry Gathering that day was just the first stop.

Of course, it is also possible that Chen Xu was not good at poetry and encountered setbacks at the first stop.

But it doesn’t matter, Cui Yunqi still has various encounters, banquets, and competitions waiting for Chen Xu.

There are always occasions when Chen Xu needs to display his inhuman strength in the vast array to defeat Yun Jiang Junyan one by one.

If Yunjiang Juncai were to submit, there would be nothing for Cui Yunqi to be unwilling to lose to such a person.

However, Cui Yunqi could not have expected that a poetry gathering in Changting would actually drag everyone into the ghost market.

In the ghost market, Chen Xu wrote three green smoke poems in a row, leading everyone to a way out of despair.

From then on, every time Cui Yunqi heard Cui Jingxian talk about his experience in the ghost market, his heart would be filled with emotion.

But the more excited he was, the more regretful he felt sometimes.

Cui Yunqi deeply hated himself for not waiting at Changting at that time, and ended up missing this grand event.

Hearing someone talk about something afterwards can never compare to seeing it with your own eyes.
Cui Yunqi thought that each of the three poems was better than the other.

After he copied it, he recited it many times and chewed it over and over again. The more he savored it, the better it became.

Then, I regretted it even more...

It’s a pity that the incident in the Ghost Market was somewhat embarrassing, as it involved the reputation of many aristocratic families in Yunjiang Prefecture, as well as the grudges and right and wrong of the Feng, Wang, Wei, and Cui families.

However, this matter is not convenient to publicize in public.

Therefore, the three poems in the Ghost Market are currently only circulated within a small circle of Yunjiang's upper class, and cannot be quickly heard by the general public.

Cui Yunqi could have directly sent someone to deliver the poem, but he always felt that such a dry way of delivering it seemed to be lacking in meaning.

He hesitated as he thought about it, and for a moment he was not even sure what to do next.

Going with Cui Jingxian this morning to find Chen Xu to give him a thank-you gift was just a matter of course. At the same time, Cui Yunqi also had the intention of suppressing the Wang family.

In this way, Cui Yunqi rode across the street, followed by Cui Jingxian, and behind him was a carriage full of gifts and a team of guards.

The group came in a mighty procession and met the Wang family at the street corner.

Wang Xian, as the head of the family, actually came in person this time, but Wang Xian was much more steady than Cui Yunqi.

He did not ride a horse through the city, but took a carriage with green curtains.

There were no guards following behind him, only another equally plain carriage.

Judging from the heavy sound of the wheels rolling, the other carriage seemed to be loaded with a lot of things.

The two groups of people met on a narrow road. Cui Yunqi stopped his horse with a "whoosh" and simply bowed from a distance and said, "Excuse me, is that Uncle Wang in the carriage? Where are you going, Uncle Wang?"

Cui Yunqi's tone was subtly impolite.

If it were before the Ghost Market incident, Cui Yunqi would naturally treat Wang Xian with great respect as an elder when he saw him.

This was basic etiquette. Regardless of the actual relationship between the two families, Cui Yunqi couldn't afford to lose his manners. But after the Ghost Market incident, Wang Ji single-handedly turned the entire Yunjiang River upside down.

Cui Jingxian of the Cui family, as the initiator of the poetry meeting, can be said to be one of the first victims.

If Cui Yunqi still treated Wang Xian with respect as usual at this time, it would not be humble and polite, but he would be trampling on the reputation of the Cui family under the feet of the Wang family.

Wang Xian was very calm. He lifted the carriage curtain and even looked at Cui Yunqi with a gentle expression, saying, "My son got into some trouble yesterday, but fortunately someone rescued him and no serious harm was caused.

Today, I naturally want to thank my benefactor."

As he spoke, he bowed in the direction of the inn in front.

Just as he was bowing, a peddler carrying a load on his shoulder on the roadside not far from Cui Yunqi happened to say, "Oh my God, what's that over there?
Why does it seem like there's a green sword on the roof over there... soaring into the sky!"

Beside the peddler, idle pedestrians looked up and asked, "What sword? Why does it look like a dragon to me?"

"Why, it looked to me like a pillar of light falling from the sky..."

"Is that a rainbow? Why does it look to me like purple, not blue?"

A passerby carrying a candied haws bag stamped his feet and said, "Oh, what a pity! My little girl heard the story of Lady Caixia a few days ago and wanted to see Caixia.

But how could she, a three-year-old girl, get up so early?

I won’t be able to see it this morning…”

The pedestrians were in a commotion and Cui Yunqi hadn't reacted yet.

But Cui Jingxian beside him stammered, "No, that's not right, t-how can this be called a colorful light column?
This is clearly someone's poem turned into smoke...

No, this is not entirely green smoke. Why does there seem to be a wisp of purple cloud in the green smoke?
Is it the reflection of the sunset glow, or is it serious..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw someone beside him suddenly kick the horse's belly and suddenly shouted: "Gee!"

Cui Yunqi took the lead and rushed towards the inn in front that they had already scouted.

Beside him, Wang Xian finally reacted and hurriedly urged the driver: "Hurry, catch up!"

But how could a carriage be faster than a horse galloping effortlessly?

Especially Cui Yunqi's horse is very spiritual, walking on the snow and chasing the wind.

The horse's hooves were flying in the wind, and it leaped several feet. In a flash, it arrived in front of the inn.

Cui Yunqi jumped off his horse and rushed directly into the inn.

Although Wang Xian was also fast, he still had to pay attention to his demeanor and could not catch up with Cui Yunqi at all.

All we could see was him pushing away the waiter who came to ask questions, and rushing up to the second floor of the inn in three or two steps.

Finally, Cui Yunqi followed the sound and rushed towards a room.

But I only heard the passionate recitation of a middle-aged man in the room:
"Kill one person every ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles.

When the work is done, I will leave, hiding my body and name...

Three cups of Turanuo, Wuyue is light.

After my eyes were dizzy and my ears were hot, my spirits were high...

It is not ashamed to be a hero in the world.

Who can write for you? The Taixuan Sutra is in my old age."

The man finished reciting and laughed loudly: "What a wonderful line: Even if I die, my heroic spirit will remain, and I will not be ashamed of being a hero in the world! Chen Xu, this poem should be brought to light. Hahahaha..."

Cui Yunqi's heart skipped a beat, his heart filled with regret was not as strong as the words "Even if I die, my heroic spirit will remain fragrant."

He only felt that he seemed to be dizzy and his ears were hot, and the smell of alcohol was rising from his chest to his head.

"Who is there?"

He shouted, rushed forward and pushed open the door.

(End of this chapter)