Raising the Demon

Chapter 684
"The number one talented person in Shangjing?" Qi Hanshan looked at Mr. Wen. This Zhu Duocai is known as the number one talented person in Beijing. Didn't he take Mr. Wen seriously?

Mr. Wen smiled slightly, and said: "Strictly speaking, the Eastern Emperor Sect is outside the capital."

Even Qi Hanshan, who was always gentle and well-known for his prudence, had the urge to roll his eyes at this moment.

Does that count?
Mr. Wen didn't say anything more, as the so-called literati look down on each other, in Mr. Wen's eyes, Zhu Duocai is just a clown, but when Qi Hanshan saw Zhu Duocai standing on the top with Zi Baifeng at this time, he felt a little sigh in his heart.

The whole kingdom of heaven is so vast, and there are so many talented people and insightful people.

Everything today is just like in the past. The huge banner of "Gui Moxuan Poetry and Prose Club" hangs down from the cloud boat, floating in the mid-air, and can be seen in all directions. There are several lines of banners beside it: Thirsty, regards ink as life." "A thousand pieces of gold is not enough to find wonderful writing." "A thousand pieces of gold is easy to get, but a single word is hard to find." Waiting for the wind to spread.

It's just that the gold and silver placed on each floor are several times more, and above the second floor, it has become a jade reward. Shangjing is no better than Zai Tianfu. If you want to attract more people, you must have better bargaining chips.

In addition to these differences, there is another difference, that is, there are specially invited audiences this time.

Qi Hanshan turned his head and saw that there was another stand on the opposite side, which was at the same level as the tallest platform, high above it, and there were seven or eight people who looked like officials sitting on it. I recognized it.

One is Gao Shan'an, the former magistrate of Zaitian Prefecture, and the other is Sizheng, the official secretary of the Ministry of Rites and Rites, Qi Lu Siqi, a doctor of the Ministry of Rites. He once presided over the provincial examination of Zaitian Prefecture, so Qi Hanshan was deeply impressed by this family. .

And seeing Lord Qi, Qi Hanshan understood why there were so many people in Gui Moxuan's poetry conference. This was the final opportunity before the palace examination.

Is there any better way to pass the test than to show your talents directly in front of the examiner and let the examiner impress you?
Not to mention, Lord Qi was just the last seat on the stand, and beside him, there were several unknown officials, but judging by the clothes on his body, at least three of them were officials from the Ministry of Rites.

There was a person in the middle, wearing casual clothes, but Qi Hanshan didn't know him.

Qi Hanshan immediately had an impulse to go up and show off his talents.

But after hearing a few lines of poems read by those people, Qi Hanshan felt a little guilty. The poems read by everyone among them were no worse than his own. He couldn't help but praise many poems. Ya, but even so, many people were defeated and left in despair amidst the boos of the crowd.

He is not an optimist like Chi Yanbai with blind self-confidence, but he is already a little guilty.

In Xijing, he dared to say that he was above all others, but in Zaitian Mansion, his grades were already not satisfactory, but now, in this cultural circle where talents gather, he has already disappeared from everyone.

When Qi Hanshan looked up, Mr. Wen was also looking at Zi Baifeng's figure.

A blue headband tied up his black hair, and he wore a simple and unadorned green skirt. The young man just stood there with a smile on his face. His eyes were shining like stars, his face was like a jade crown, his lips were red and his teeth were white. Caring about the place is already going to defeat them.

This image is almost exactly the same as when he was in Zaitianfu.

For half a year, accidents and battles, and thrills again and again, seemed to have left no trace on his body at all.

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 match, and it doesn't make much sense to win alone. On Zi Baifeng's side, only Yan Xiaolei has a good score, and the five opponents are all standing in the first three floors. The average score far exceeds that of Zi Baifeng.

When Chi Yanbai ran over to pull Qi Hanshan, Qi Hanshan held him back with a wry smile, and said, "Didn't you see? This competition is almost over, it's useless if we go."

"What are you afraid of? It won't work this time, there will be a next time." Chi Yanbai, an optimist, was so optimistic that Qi Hanshan didn't know what to say.

"Ouch... Sis, you pinched me again!" Before Chi Yanbai could finish speaking, he was attacked by Chi Yanzi's little hand.

"I don't care about you, I'll go play first!" Chi Yanbai hurriedly escaped from the sea of ​​suffering, turned around and ran towards the registration place.

Regardless of the victory or defeat, such a fun thing, it is rare to experience it again, why not go?
"The two young masters have already climbed to our highest peak, and 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 Gui Moxuan has always been famous for ink, and there is only one kind of ink. I believe everyone knows that it is Gui Mo." The Zi clan raised a brocade box with both hands, opened the lid, and saw the crystal clear and beautiful Mo Yu's osmanthus ink, the faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus wafted down, just opened the brocade box, and the whole venue was instantly filled with a tangy fragrance.

This is not only Gui Mo, but also Gui Qingmo, the top grade of Gui Mo. After smelling the scent of Gui Qingmo, everyone felt their heads cleared up, as if their wits had become much quicker, and even the things they had forgotten They all remembered again.

This is the effect of Gui Qingmo.

It's not hard to imagine how divinely assisted it would be to use such Gui Mo to participate in the test.

Gui Qingmo has already appeared on the stage, but looking again, there are three other brocade boxes on the table.

The colors of the brocade boxes are different. Gui Qingmo is carved from jade, which is white and crystal clear, making Gui Qingmo even darker.

"This is our Gui Moxuan's high-quality Mo Gui Qingmo. Ten thousand gold is hard to find, and it is only given as a gift." The Zi clan's tongue was full of lotus flowers, saying that the hype was falling, "Our Gui Moxuan did not expand our business to Shangjing, so it is conservatively estimated that there are less than ten people in Shangjing holding Gui Qingmo at this time, and these ten people must not be willing to take out Gui Qingmo and use it lightly, so everyone does not know about my Gui Moxuan. name."

"I know! Demon Code!" Below, someone in the crowd suddenly called out.

The members of the Zi clan looked down, nodded slightly, but did not answer.

Among the ten people he mentioned, half of them had obtained Gui Qingmo from Zi Baifeng, such as Gao Shan'an and Master Qi must have.As for the others, they must have been obtained from the demon tome.

"The efficacy of Gui Qing ink is well known to everyone. This ink can not only be used, but also worn. Wearing it on the body will prevent all evils from invading it. Even demon generals will stay away from it, let alone attract demons."

As soon as this remark came out, there was an uproar immediately. Even if it is Shangjing, it is impossible to escape the invasion of evil spirits. However, whether it is the protective formation or the surrounding spiritual energy in Shangjing, the spiritual energy is more abundant. There were not many, and they were all quickly suppressed by masters, without causing too many casualties.

Even if powerful demons appeared, they were expelled and killed by the guarding royal masters and Eastern Emperor Sect masters. All along, it can be said to be peaceful and peaceful.

But being calm and peaceful does not mean that they are not afraid of demons. On the contrary, they are more afraid of demons destroying their lives and dragging them into hell in an instant.

At this time, all of them raised their ears and widened their eyes, looking at the clansman.

Of course, some people also raised doubts, thinking that the members of the Zi clan were exaggerating.

Qi Hanshan involuntarily reached out and touched the precious ink on his waist, and because of the protection of this ink, no matter whether it was the vortex of death energy or the attack of evil spirits, he could not 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, no matter whether he won or lost, it was Gui Moxuan who won. Baomozhai couldn't match such a generous publicity method.

And the reason why Zhu Duocai was willing to come to the gym was probably not to defeat Gui Moxuan, but to be able to show his face in front of those adults.

Bai Feng's face is getting bigger and bigger, and these adults all come to support him.

"If you don't believe me, we can try." The Zi clan raised his hand and said, "Come on, carry it up!"

Immediately, several wrestlers came up carrying a box, opened the box, and immediately revealed a demon.

"My lords, please bear witness that this is indeed a demon, and it's not that I, Gui Moxuan, randomly found something to replace the disguise."

The one in the middle nodded slightly and said, "It's indeed a demon."

Hearing his proof, everyone was in an uproar, staring wide-eyed, watching what the Zi clan would do.

I saw the demon struggling desperately, screaming again and again, glaring at the Zi clan members with a pair of fierce strange eyes, it seemed that it might break free at any time and bite his head off.

But I don't know what made the white light rope that binds him, and it binds it tightly.

"This rope has been soaked in the Guiqing ink of my Gui Moxuan." The Zi clan did not forget to publicize, and then began to grind the ink. After a while, the ink was ready, and the Zi clan raised the inkstone in their hands and said: "Everyone Please look!"

He lightly fell, and Gui Qingmo fell onto the demon's body. It was like strong acid hitting his body, and instantly corroded a big hole in the demon's body. The demon's roar was heard far away.

Everyone was frightened, and they were extremely impressed by this shocking publicity.

Even Mr. Wen couldn't help baring his teeth and cracking his mouth. Is this kind of publicity really good?
Suddenly, the demon broke free from the rope, roared and rushed towards the members of the Zi clan.

The members of the Zi clan were fearless in the face of danger, and shrank back, splashing all the ink in their hands.

With a sound of "wow", the demon seemed to be pierced by thousands of bullets, and countless holes appeared in his body.

Even so, the vitality of the demon is so tenacious that it is still alive.

"Protect your lord!" Above the stands, many guards rushed out, although the two battles were still in front of many adults, and under the stands, those spectators cheered and flashed a huge circle. Fast, it's staggering.

Zhu Duocai, who was on the stand, also subconsciously moved aside, so that he didn't lose his composure too much. This Zhu Duocai was not only talented and learned, but also a monk, so he didn't panic too much.

Only Zi Baifeng remained expressionless, because this scene was actually arranged on purpose by him.

The members of the Zi clan raised Gui Qingmo in their hands, and smashed it on the head of the demon, smashing the demon's sky cap with a bang, and finally killed the demon. Put it in the box and lift it away carefully.

"Sorry, I made a small mistake, I hope I didn't disturb you all." The Zi clan gave a wry smile, and bowed to the surroundings, "The evil spirit is cruel by nature, and its vitality is tenacious. It would be a crime to let this evil spirit go away just now He deserves death, sin deserves death!"

Everyone below spoke out accusations one after another, and suddenly became a mess.

Looking at the reactions of the people below, Qi Hanshan could clearly see a trace of disappointment flashing across Zi Baifeng's face.

"Brother Zi, why bother?" Mr. Wen shook his head and sighed.

He also saw that Zi Baifeng's move was to alert these literati, not to relax, so that the evil spirits could take advantage of it.

But in this land of singing and dancing, where the hearts of the people are scattered, and the city of leisure and pleasure, how many people will 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 a small building to form a unified body, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

If we don't let them know how powerful the evil spirits are, how can they pay attention?
"Although there is a small situation, I believe everyone has seen the efficacy of Gui Qingmo in our Gui Moxuan." The Zi clan said humanely, "Gui Qingmo used to be the highest ink in our Gui Moxuan, but now We have three other inks, these three kinds of inks are Gui Xie Mo, Gui Shen Mo, and Gui Yao Mo."

"Hmph, grandstanding!" Someone below said angrily: "Ink is ink, and good writing is serious. What's the use of making so many gimmicks? The ink of our Baomozhai is the best ink in Beijing. What are you doing?" Gui Moxuan, I've never heard of it, can you come up with any good ink?"

It turned out that the owner of Baomozhai saw that Gui Moxuan was so busy, he couldn't sit still, and sent someone to make trouble.

"The guest officer is right. Ink is ink. No matter how many functions it has, the most important thing is to be able to write well and draw well. Therefore, the topic of the last level is to use four To test ink, whether it is writing a poem, writing a fu, or painting, you can do it. In the end, it is natural for everyone present to judge whether it is good or bad. You can call some people to help judge."

After finishing this sentence, the members of the Zi clan immediately turned sideways and said, "Of course, no matter who wins or loses, the masterpieces of the two talents will be permanently preserved in the middle hall of my Gui Moxuan. If you don't want our Gui Moxuan to keep it, you can also withdraw now." Contest."

After hearing this sentence, Zhu Youcai pondered for a while, and said with a smile: "Okay, then I will accept it, let me try this magical Guimo."

The reason why Zhu Youcai came out for Baomozhai was because the boss of Baomozhai had a slight friendship with one of his elders. Through his elder, he and several of his friends were invited to participate in Baomozhai's poetry competition. Wenhui, with a strong momentum, attracts popularity.

Who would have thought that no matter how hard they tried, they would still be empty-handed, but Gui Moxuan was so popular here, they were also curious about what happened, so they agreed to Baomozhai to come and kick the hall.

But at this moment, Zhu Youcai has long forgotten about kicking the gymnasium and winning or losing. He only has one thing in mind now, to show his talents in front of the Ministry of Rites.

Everything else is not important.

The members of the Zi clan stepped forward, wanting to sharpen the ink for him, but Zhu Youcai reached out his hand to stop him, saying, "Stop, I always grind the ink myself."

The members of the Zi clan smiled and retreated, turned around and ran to help Zi Baifeng polish the ink.

And 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 described as huge.

For ordinary people, no matter whether it is to write or paint a screen, it will take at least a few hours, and if you want to carefully retouch, it may take ten days and a half months, or even several months a year.

When Zhu Youcai saw the screen, he understood why the highest platform was built so large that not many people would come up to it, so it was originally prepared for the screen.

Zhu Youcai already had a calculation in his mind, he splashed ink, waved a hook, and a green hill, a small courtyard, and a small bridge appeared vividly on the paper.

In the small courtyard, schoolchildren play and read books.

Inside the long window, Mr. Yin oh, study.

One of them is the most eye-catching. His face is somewhat similar to Zhu Youcai's. This is the time when Zhu Youcai painted his own learning.

If we were to say who was the most present, it must be the numerous students. The students in Mengxue were in different poses and with different expressions. Seeing the familiar scene full of memories, almost everyone was touched.

Seeing the things drawn on the first screen, everyone understood Zhu Youcai's train of thought, which must be the process of the Mongolian Academy Examination, General Examination, Township Examination, and then the Palace Examination.Exactly four levels, four screens.

It is the greatest wish of all the students to study hard for ten years and get a title on the gold list. This path is also the one they are most familiar with and the one they are most likely to be touched by.

Zhu Youcai is very clear that his choice can be said to be the most correct.

Such a large screen is too short to write a poem.It would be too long to write a fu.

Gui Moxuan came up with this topic, in fact, to let them paint.

And Zhu Youcai asked himself that he is unparalleled in talent and learning, no matter what it is, he is not inferior to the students of the same subject, and his choice of topic is closely related to the most critical point-the final pros and cons are not determined by the judges, but by the judges. Judged by all those present.

And the ones who were the most present were naturally the most students.

What Gui Moxuan provided was only ink, not fine brushwork and gouache. Zhu Youcai outlined a schoolboy with just a few strokes, and everyone was attracted by him, and followed suit.

Some people kick shuttlecocks, some climb over walls, some chase butterflies, some touch fish, some dig out bird nests, some pull dog tails, some ride big horses, and some study hard.

A person, a gesture, a story, a life.

Looking at the painting, Qi Hanshan couldn't help but fell into deep thought, unable to control himself.

A picture expresses the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of all the students in one word.

If Qi Hanshan was touched, how about others?
Qi Hanshan was suddenly very worried about Zi Baifeng.

He turned his head and looked over, Zi Baifeng's ink had already been ground, but he stood there holding the pen, not writing for a long time.

Just when everyone thought he was at the end of his rope, he suddenly moved.

Instead of painting, I opened the other three boxes.

When Zi Baifeng opened the second box, everyone was surprised.

As soon as the box was opened, a gloomy and rich feeling rushed over, making everyone feel oppressed uncontrollably. This power is somewhat similar to the demon just now, but it is far superior to its power.

Damn!

"You... what are you doing, what kind of ink is this!" Zhu Youcai was taken aback, "Are you planning to kill everyone?"

Dead air is extremely corrosive, and for their monks, a trace of dead air entering the body means years of penance to get rid of it.

That's why demons are so hard to deal with.For ordinary people, death energy entering the body means at least one serious illness and weak constitution.

Zi Baifeng didn't answer, but opened the other two brocade boxes as well.

When the third brocade box was opened, an extremely strange feeling drifted away.

But when the fourth brocade box was opened, it suddenly made everyone feel an unspeakable sense of ease, comfort and naturalness.

All four brocade boxes are opened, four kinds of ink.

One life, one death, two enchanting.

　Corrected typos and omissions, slept... almost turned into a triple cold today...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)