Raising the Demon

Chapter 418
When Qi Lusi was about to leave, it was already the end of the poetry meeting.

At noon, Gui Moxuan's people ordered food and drinks from a nearby store and served them for free. Song Hui asked the soldiers to pick up a few, and they ate in the carriage and continued watching.

Not long after noon, someone went up to the sixth floor. The sixth floor is not gold, silver and jewelry, but a brocade box that does not know what it contains.

And the topic has changed from poems, couplets, articles, to calligraphy and painting.

The treasure in the brocade box was also revealed, it was Gui Moxuan's ink.

But at this moment, the Poetry Club has finally advanced to become Gui Moxuan's special display platform.

Mrs. Wu took out her own high-quality ink. When painting and calligraphy, those scholars who participated in the poetry meeting had to touch it in person. Needless to say, even the people below can smell the faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus.

"This ink is Gui Mo. It is the most common type of ink in my Gui Moxuan. You can go to my Gui Moxuan to buy one or two later. It is a good product for your own use and as a gift for friends." The red-clothed man in charge of grinding ink The woman just gave a brief introduction, and didn't say much. Everyone present is an expert, so they can naturally tell whether Mo is good or bad.

"This Gui Moxuan's boss has good means." Qi Hui said, "This boss is also a talent."

He just saw that some of the main scholars had already gone up to the third floor, and they showed their faces anyway, so he felt a lot more relaxed.

"That's right, after today, I'm afraid they don't have many inks... This ink..." Qi Lusi shook his head, not knowing how to describe it, "When there are few people, I will also go to buy two. piece."

Qi Hui is such a lively person. Hearing this, he winked at the soldiers around him, and the soldiers ran to line up.

What's the point of giving a small gift?When the soldier came back with a sad face, Qi Hui realized that this ink is good, but it is also really expensive...

"No wonder this Gui Moxuan puts ink on top of gold, it's really more expensive than gold..." Qi Hui was speechless.

Gui Moxuan's positioning is luxury goods, not ordinary top-quality goods, and he is not facing ordinary literati. Those who can afford it will naturally be able to afford it, and those who can't afford it...now they are all rolling up their sleeves, planning to buy it again. Go to a game to see if you can get an ink.

This high-end pricing is still not showing its power. At this time, most of them will come to Tianfu to participate in the Dashangke because of the Mianxian Conference. Mo's reputation spread.

Officials don't have a lot of salary, so it doesn't hurt to give a small gift, it's a bribe to send such a precious thing, Qi Hui still doesn't know what kind of character this Lord Qi Lusi has, so giving a gift rashly is afraid that it will backfire.

"There are three layers above, could it be that there is better ink on it?" Seeing that there were fewer and fewer brocade boxes on the top, and there was only one brocade box at the top, Qi Lusi was speechless.

"That boy..." Song Hui suddenly lost his voice.

However, Zi Baifeng had already finished writing a set of characters, and he was hanging it up for everyone to see.

There are quite a few literati who are short-sighted, so the display is shown below, and then judged by everyone.

Qi Lusi is naturally not short-sighted, he saw the word as soon as it was hung.

Seeing Zi Baifeng's words, Qi Lusi was also a little speechless.

"I've only seen one person in Zaitianfu with such a good character." Song Hui said.

"Wu Yunhou's character, even in Shangjing, is hard to find." Qi Lu thought, he naturally knew who Song Hui was talking about.

Afterwards, Zi Baifeng basically climbed all the way to the top, but there were also some really talented people who climbed to the top one after another. Later, the rules were not so strict, and it often happened that two people advanced together. Many people who lost will challenge again.

After the osmanthus ink, there is the osmanthus ink, which is another ink made by Ziwu based on feedback. It strengthens the fragrance of osmanthus and is more refreshing. It is suitable for people who like a stronger taste.

On top of Guixiang ink, it is naturally Guiqing ink with laurel added.

And at the top, the host opened the brocade box and said: "The last ink is called Gui Bao Mo, which is the treasure of my shop in Gui Moxuan Town. The literati who have reached the last level splash ink, and when the pot of ink is used up, the poetry and prose meeting will end, and the opportunity is rare, everyone, please seize the opportunity."

Guibao ink is naturally the ink produced by Xiao Guibao. Although there are as many as there are, and the entire Zhongshan courtyard was once painted black, but at this moment there is only this one pot, which is even more precious.

"I want to go up there and give it a try..." Qi Lusi sighed, he was also a literati, and he even loved ink.

Zi Baifeng just swayed a picture randomly, showing a little skill in painting, so he didn't compete with other people for the pot of ink. The literati below shouted: "Brother above, show mercy!" Then they launched an attack on the top floor .

Zi Baifeng got to the top floor early, although he was late, he was on the top again, because he was able to handle all the topics with ease and handled them with ease.

Now he was lying on his stomach on the top platform, looking down.

Chi Yanbai lost on the penultimate floor, and there are indeed many talented and learned scholars in Zai Tianfu.Chi Yanzi went to the top floor, and she didn't particularly care about that ink. Although it was good ink, if she wanted to use it, she could just ask Zi Baifeng for it.

Qi Hanshan was still fighting on the penultimate floor, and his opponent was Yan Xiaolei, one of them must have failed.Xing Qulang's opponent happened to be Hu Caijun, but they were still on the third last floor.

"Young Master Xing Qulang wins." In the end, the two decided the winner.

lost?

At that moment, Hu Caijun was a little confused.

He knew the relationship between Zi Baifeng and Gui Moxuan, but he knew that for Zi Baifeng, there was no need to cheat in this kind of place.

And there is still a gap of three floors between him and Zi Baifeng.

Is this the gap?Really, the disparity after throwing everything away?
Xing Qulang didn't know Hu Caijun, but Qi Hanshan knew him. Hu Caijun's triangular eyes were so recognizable. Seeing Hu Caijun's distraught look, he suddenly felt a little boring. He shook his head and looked at Yan Xiaolei seriously. With a small face, said: "I admit defeat."

But he didn't want to think that the most outstanding student trained by Zi Baifeng, although he was young, was really talented and learned. The title of "boy Baifeng" was indeed not a false rumor.

Yan Xiaolei blushed, and excitedly boarded the last floor, stood side by side with Zi Baifeng, pulled Zi Baifeng's clothes, and called out softly, sir.

Zi Baifeng stretched out his hand and rubbed his head, pulled him to look down beside him, cheered for others, and had a great time.

"This little boy's literary talent is also very good, and he seems to know him without speaking a word." Song Hui said.

Qi Lusi nodded, and said: "This kid's silence must have something to do with Gui Moxuan."

"Master Qi means that this kid is cheating by not saying anything?"

"Literature can't be faked. Regardless of poetry, character, calligraphy and painting, they are all the best choices." Qi Lusi said.After he finished speaking, he shook his head again and said, "This trip is worthwhile."

"Where is this Hu Caijun? It seems that his literary talent is also good." Those who can reach the fifth level or above are extremely talented. Qi Lusi basically remembered it, and Song Hui naturally did the same.

"It's not bad." Qi Lusi said, Hu Caijun is not particularly dazzling, and sometimes the difference may not be too big, but because there is a stronger one in the front, it seems that the people behind are very pitiful, and they don't even get what they should have. focus on.

What Song Hui regretted was that none of his sons could reach the sixth floor, and he was far inferior to Hu Caijun, let alone Qi Lusi.

However, there were finally a few people who won a few words of praise from Qi Lusi. Although they didn't point them out specifically, they left an impression on them.

"It seems that I didn't see Mr. Wen coming to participate. If Mr. Wen came, I don't know who is weaker and who is stronger if I don't talk to this man." Song Hui said.

"Mr. Wen?" Qi Lusi turned his head and thought for a while, and said: "In my opinion, Mr. Wen is better than Mr. Wen in terms of poetry, writing and articles, but when it comes to calligraphy and painting, Mr. Wuyu wins."

"It's a surprise that Mr. Wen came to participate in this university." Song Hui said, "It's been a long time since an outstanding student from the Martial School participated in the university."

"There are still a lot, but..." Qi Lusi remained silent.

But in a place like Zaitianfu, this is the first time.

This Mr. Wen's literary name has spread far and wide. He is one of the core disciples of the Eastern Emperor Sect. His practice is the way of literary talent and the book of saints. Participate in college here.

For a leading sect like the Eastern Emperor Sect, there is no need for scrolls at all. The Eastern Emperor Sect is the closest to Shangjing, and Mr. Wen's literary name has long been spread far and wide. Qi Lusi came here with a responsibility related to Mr. Wen. The task, this kind of treatment, but others will never be able to get it.

Hu Caijun lowered his head and walked down the platform step by step.

In his arms was a box of cinnamon ink.

When he finally stepped off the dais, he felt a sudden emptiness.

He likes to be noticed on the high platform but also has a sense of crisis, but at this time when he comes down from the high platform, he is confused again.

He turned his back on Young Master Gong, fearing that he would also lose his job, but what did he get now?

Actually... only this piece of ink?

does it worth?Why?what to do?
A few questions lingered in my mind, and someone came up and asked: "Brother, do you sell this ink? I will buy it at a high price."

He didn't hear it at all, lowered his head, pushed the man away, and walked out of the crowd.

After he walked out of the crowd completely, he looked back.

A voice said to him: "Try again, try again, don't give up easily!"

But he also knew that it was just that he was unwilling to fail. In fact, if he tried again, it would be impossible to achieve better results than this time.

In Mengcheng, he might be the second person under Zi Baifeng, but zoomed into the whole world, Zi Baifeng might still be number one, but he no longer knows where he fell.

This is the gap.

(End of this chapter)