There are a total of 21 elegant seats on the second floor of the embroidery building. White gauze curtains hang down from the roof like a waterfall, and vases are placed around the flowers just picked today, making you feel like you are in a fairyland.

However, the curtains of the other seats were all removed by the maids one after another, leaving only the prince's three seats still covered by the curtains.

The prince, Bai Li, Chen Ji, Liang Gou'er, and Liang Mao'er were in one of the seats, while She Dengke, Liu Quxing and other people in the world were sitting in the other two seats.

Liang Gouer didn't care. Even if the curtains were not taken down, there were still maids bringing wine and food in continuously. He felt that the wine glasses of the Qingyin class were too small, so he simply changed them to bowls.

The prince rolled up his sleeves and sat in a daze in front of the table under the curtain, holding a pen and racking his brains but unable to write a single line of poetry.

He slowly looked at Chen Ji. Chen Ji was still sleeping with his brows furrowed, so he probably couldn't hope for more.

He slowly looked at Liang Gou'er, Liang Mao'er... forget it!

Finally, he looked at Bai Li: "Um, Bai Li, can you write one? I remember you have written poems before."

Bai Liwei: "My writings have been criticized by gentlemen as being 'messy'. I can't write them, and it would make a joke even if I wrote them."

Liang Gouer laughed happily and said: "This Qingyin squad just likes to play tricks on you. It is obviously to make money, but it still wants to set up many obstacles for you... But the literati just fall in love with this trick! Let me tell you, Baiyi Lane

It’s not as open and bright as Hongyi Alley. The girl Yan’er from Jinfang is a great drinker. She’ll drink with you as many times as you want. It’s really fun.”

Liang Maoer pouted: "Brother, do you like her drinking ability? I don't even want to expose you!"

At this time, Chen Wenxiao's laughter came from outside the curtain: "Why are there still three curtains that have not been taken down? Do the friends inside think this is more elegant and quiet?"

The prince retorted across the curtain: "Good lines are made by nature, and good hands come by chance. It's not about writing too many poems, it's about being precise. If it's not subtle enough, what's the use of writing more? I think Liu Xingshou's game is a bit sloppy, forcing everyone to immediately

It’s okay to write three poems related to autumn, but what good things can be written in such a hurry? Do you think the poems you just wrote can be passed down through the ages?”

It was quiet outside the curtain. Some people were thinking about the words of the prince, and some were thinking about the eight words "good sentences are made in heaven, and good hands can accidentally find them".

Chen Wenzong was silent for a moment: "I couldn't hear clearly, so I took off the curtain and spoke."

Prince: "..."

He turned to look at Chen Ji, and could only place his last hope on Chen Ji to wake up.

The prince was a little worried: "Isn't Chen Ji dead?"

"Impossible, he's still breathing," Princess Baili thought for a moment and said, "It must be that I was carried out and tortured by you after being injured. I'm too tired."

"Delay a little longer to see if he wakes up."

…

…

There is no sign of him waking up. He has been fighting until the sky is dark and the earth is dark.

On the top of the mountain, Chen Ji and the giant halberd warrior were both panting. They had just tested each other for hundreds of rounds, but neither one could defeat the other.

Xuanyuan didn't know when he changed into a black royal robe. The sleeves of the robe were embroidered with gold threads and there were purple Wei Yuan in the center, Tai Wei Yuan and Tianshi Yuan on both sides.

Jin Jia and Wang Qi both disappeared.

When Xuanyuan was sitting cross-legged on the boulder, he was obviously just sitting on the boulder, but he still looked like an emperor sitting on a golden chair.

His expression was majestic and solemn.

Just like the black color of his royal robe, he is calm, rational and unquestionable.

When Xuanyuan saw that the two of them did not take action, he urged in a cold tone: "This battle has already lasted two sticks of incense, how long do you want to wait? On the real battlefield, the battle formations are crowded with each other, how can there be any help?

Time to breathe!"

The Halberdiers received the order and immediately roared towards them, brandishing their bronze halberds.

Chen Ji's eyes did not dodge. He stared closely at the halberd blade that was coming at him. He only leaned back slightly. The halberd blade passed in front of the bridge of his nose, but it did not hurt him at all.

This flash is understated, as if breathing with the world, completely natural, and lifting weights is as light as a breeze.

Sixteen fires have been lit in Chen Ji's body, and his strength has already surpassed that of ordinary people. Even when he was wrestling with Jingchao's spies, he still had the upper hand.

But he suddenly gained strength. He was not even familiar with his own body and had no skills in exerting force.

The technique of exerting force is like a lever. Without this lever, you can only use 80% of your 100% strength. With this lever, you can use 100% of your strength to 120%.

Now, Chen Ji already knows what his body looks like and where his strength is hidden!

However, the halberd warrior was not a weak hand. When he saw that the halberd missed, he immediately twisted his waist and turned around, forcefully changing the direction of the halberd blade with the power of his waist and hips.

He was obviously moving from left to right to sweep away thousands of troops, but suddenly he attacked in the opposite direction!

The halberd blade scratched across Chen Ji's chest, leaving a scar and forcing Chen Ji's sneak attack away.

However, after Chen Ji was injured, he did not lower his head to see the wound, but still stared at the Halberdier closely, as if the wound was not painful, bending slightly like a cheetah.

Although he was injured, he showed no sign of being at a disadvantage.

Xuanyuan once said that Chen Ji no longer had the fighting instinct, but he suddenly realized that he was wrong.

In just one day, he witnessed with his own eyes the other party's escape from the miserable Manshan Mountain, and now he and the Halberdier were fighting neck to neck.

The steps, techniques...even the techniques for exerting force are becoming more and more rough and authentic.

The random punches and kicks may seem hasty and clumsy, but they are full of violence and direct dominance.

"It's only six hours," Xuanyuan sighed softly.

The fighting instinct in the opponent's body is like an immortal sword that has not seen the light of day for thousands of years, and is being wiped away bit by bit.

But even though Xuanyuan thought so, he joked: "It's been six hours and we still can't win? This giant halberd warrior is just a soldier in our army formation."

Chen Ji panted while looking at the giant swordsman and said with a smile: "He is not very good at talking. Don't mind it. You are very powerful. It is normal that he cannot defeat you."

Xuanyuan raised his eyebrows.

Chen Ji looked exhausted. After fighting for six hours, the Halberdier could stand here energetically again and again, but he couldn't.

Every minute and every second at this time was a kind of torture for him.

How many times did you die in one day?

Forty times? Or sixty times?

Can't remember it.

At a certain moment, Chen Ji thought about it, why don't he give up and learn the art of swordsmanship?

However, when he thought that he had learned something and felt a little more confident, he ignited new fighting spirit.

The next moment, the giant halberd man came again with a halberd. Chen Ji moved, but it affected the wound on his chest, so that his movements were stagnant, his body turned sideways in time, and a piece of flesh and blood was cut off from his entire left arm!

This blow was like a watershed moment. From then on, Chen Ji could only dodge and had no chance to take the initiative to attack.

Xuanyuan sneered at Chen Ji and said, "I think you have no hope. Why don't you just let me come back to the world and leave my last words: Whoever you want to kill, I will help you kill him."

"I'll do it myself," Chen Ji gasped while dodging the Halberdier's attacks.

"Oh? Are you nostalgic for that world?"

"I still have a cat, what if I lose it."

Xuanyuan was confused: "...cat?"

"I also made some new friends."

Xuanyuan burst out laughing: "Do you also need friends? You have already said that you don't need friends anymore!"

"Were we ever friends?"

"Yes, but no longer."

"Then let's get to know each other again."

When the bronze halberd struck down again.

Chen Ji suddenly leaned forward and rushed towards the giant halberd warrior, his eyes tightly locked on the opponent's halberd blade like hooks.

The crescent blade of the bronze halberd struck down on the head. The giant halberd warrior had already made various changes after Chen Ji dodged, but this time Chen Ji didn't dodge!

However, Chen Ji speeded up again, and passed the point where the crescent blade struck, and came to the halberd. His hands held the slender halberd pole like a mountain, and stopped the bronze halberd from falling!

The giant halberd man wanted to withdraw the bronze halberd, but he was shocked when he saw Chen Ji pull the halberd body down and shook his hands with all his strength!

"let go!"

The inexplicable power was transmitted to the bronze halberd body, causing the giant halberd warrior to involuntarily let go of his hand. That weird halberd grabbing move... was obviously something the giant halberd warrior had used before, but Chen Ji had learned it!

"Eh!" Xuanyuan's eyes lit up. This skill of seizing weapons that had been honed over thousands of years was his unique skill in the battle formation, but he had learned it in just one day.

I saw Chen Ji swinging the bronze halberd like a full moon, forcing the giant halberd warrior to retreat repeatedly, unable to get in the water.

In an instant, after chasing and retreating, the giant halberd warrior was unable to retreat from the edge and could only stand still. However, the bronze halberd in Chen Ji's hand did not hit him, but stopped at his neck.

"How is it?" Chen Ji gasped and asked, "Can you teach me now?"

The long-lost joy of victory filled his heart.

In the hot breath, the traces are like climbing an insurmountable mountain again, like climbing all the way to the top of the mountain, watching the sunrise break through the sea of ​​clouds, as quiet but high-pitched.

Xuanyuan sat on the boulder and said slowly: "Is this enough? Your strength is just that of a soldier in our military formation."

"Huh?" Chen Ji was confused.

But when Xuanyuan waved to the battle formation frozen in time, another Pu swordsman with a long sword on his waist walked out of the queue, walked up to it, knelt down on one knee facing Xuanyuan: "King, what are you calling for?"

?”

Xuanyuan pointed at Chen Ji: "This boy is already familiar with the attacks of the Halberdier. Now it's you."

Chen Ji's eyes widened. He looked at the eighteen well-equipped battle formations at the foot of the mountain, and his expression suddenly changed: "We can't fight anymore today. My friend is still waiting for me to drink. See you tomorrow!"

After saying that, he actually jumped up and fell down.

Xuanyuan looked at the empty edge of the cliff and said in a daze: "I really need to get to know you again."

…

…

On the second floor of the embroidery building, the curtains of the three elegant seats have not yet been taken off.

Liang Gouer's face was red from drinking, but the prince was still sitting in front of the table scratching his head and scratching his head: "Autumn... what kind of poem can be written with the word autumn."

But I heard someone whisper beside me: "I'm awake."

The prince turned around and saw that Chen Ji had slowly opened his eyes, which were bloodshot, like a tiger preying on prey.

Bai Li muttered: "What did you dream about? You are so murderous?"

The prince was overjoyed and lowered his voice and said: "You finally woke up, hurry up, I need nine poems, I'm waiting for you!"

Chen Ji looked at the handful of golden melon seeds in his hand... Didn't this wake him up?

While putting nine golden melon seeds into his sleeve, he considered it and said: "Nine sentences, right? Princess Baili, I say, you write it."

Bai Li's eyes lit up: "Okay, I'll write it."

However, while the two were talking and writing, they heard Chen Wenxiao outside the curtain ask again: "These three friends in the banquet, haven't you written any poems related to the word autumn? If you haven't written it yet,

, wouldn’t it delay everyone’s communication with Liu Xingshou?”

The prince responded with a smile: "I'm already writing, I'm writing."

Chen Wenxiao: "If I could write it, why wait until now."

Lin Chaojing's laughter rang out: "I heard who the friend behind the curtain was, and it turned out to be the Crown Prince. Well, ask the elder brother, it's just nine poems related to autumn. You and I have been classmates with the Crown Prince for three years, so we helped

Help him, I will write four poems, and you will write five. Then we will treat it as written by the Crown Prince and the others, and take off the curtain."

Chen Wenzong hesitated: "This seems inappropriate."

Lin Chaojing smiled: "Then I will write nine poems."

But he rolled up his sleeves and called the maid from the embroidery building to get pen, ink, paper and inkstone. With just one stroke of his pen, a poem was written.

Everyone gathered around and saw that the other party composed nine poems in one breath, as easily as if he had picked them up at his fingertips.

Lin Chaojing handed the poem to the maid: "Let me give it to Liu Xingshou to have a look. If the writing is acceptable, I will take off the curtain on the prince's side."

The maid smiled slightly: "You don't need to show it to Liu Xingshou, even a vulgar maid like me can see how good these poems are. I'll go and take off the curtain right now."

In fact, the curtains of the three elegant seats have not been taken off for a long time, and Xiu Lou is also a little anxious.

However, when the prince heard the ancient handwriting and saw the white carp's pen as fast as flying, he immediately became anxious: "Wait a minute, we can write it ourselves, don't pick it off!"

But it was too late to say this.

But they saw the curtains were lifted layer by layer, and three elegant seats were revealed in front of everyone.

Liang Gou'er was drinking heavily and was already half-drunk. Liang Mao'er was eating dishes one by one, as if eating on a running table.

Looking at She Dengke, Liu Quxing and other people in the world, they were not much better. The desk was in a mess.

With a puff, Chen Wenxiao laughed loudly: "Why are you eating and drinking?"

Lin Chaojing sat behind the desk with a serious look on his face: "It is rare for Liu Xingshou to come to Luocheng from the Qinhuai River tonight. How disappointed would she be if she saw the literati in Luocheng behave like this? Your Majesty, tonight is a literati elegance.

Yes, why bring these vulgar martial artists to join in the fun?"

The prince looked at Lin Chaojing: "I also came here after writing a poem. Why, you can come, but my friend can't come?"

Lin Chaojing shook his head: "It's not that I can't come, but it's not appropriate to come. It would be great for these friends from all walks of life to eat at roadside noodle stalls and stroll around Hongyi Lane, which is also in line with their status... Wouldn't it be a waste of money to come here?

"

The prince asked in a deep voice: "Who should go to Hongyi Lane?"

"Of course he is a vulgar person looking for flowers and willows."

The prince asked again in a deep voice: "Then who is suitable to come to Baiyi Lane?"

"Of course it's people with knowledge and status like you and me."

The prince stood up slowly. Everyone thought he was angry and wanted to fight Lin Chaojing, but he suddenly turned around and cupped his hands to She Dengke and others, apologizing: "I'm sorry, because of my recklessness today, I brought you to see such ignorant and arrogant people."

Disciple, I apologize to you all. If Baiyi Lane is full of such literati and elegant people, then it’s okay if we don’t come here in the future! It doesn’t matter if I am humiliated by myself, but it’s my fault if my friends are humiliated as well, so let’s go!”

Liang Gouer was puzzled: "Your Majesty, where are we going?"

The prince stood up straight and laughed loudly: "Let's go to Hongyi Lane to drink flower wine!"

After that, he took the lead and walked downstairs with his sleeves rolled up.

Liang Gou'er and Liang Mao'er lifted up the old bamboo chairs and followed. A large group of people advanced and retreated together, not depressed at all, as happy as if they were attending a wedding.

Bai Li sat behind the desk, holding a pen, watching blankly as a group of people left.

She opened her mouth to speak but stopped... She had just finished writing Chen Ji Nian's poem.

The prince called from the stairs: "Bai Li, let's go!"

Bai Li originally planned to take the poem he had written away, and after thinking for a moment, he put down the rolled poem and then chased downstairs: "Come on, come on!"

The second floor of Xiulou became quiet again. Chen Wenzong glared at Chen Wenxiao fiercely, then got up and went to the prince's desk, picked up the poems he had just written and read them.

Just looking at it made me stunned.

"Withered vines, old trees and dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's houses, west wind and thin horses on the ancient roads, the setting sun, heartbroken people at the end of the world."

There is no word for autumn, but when I read it, I felt the autumn wind was bleak, and I felt lonely under the bridge.
Chapter completed!