Chapter 086: Incompetent to be elegant, sweeping the floor and destroying the civility (Part 2)

Miss Jin was startled again, and quickly squatted down and covered her feet with her hands. She didn't know what happened. Feng Junzi was not finished yet, and then asked, "Where did I buy Miss Jin's belt? Is it also authentic Korean goods?"

"Okay, okay, don't go too far! It's not good to be out of order. After all, he is a woman." Shang Yunfei came over and quietly persuaded Feng Junzi. Feng Junzi let go of my hand, otherwise Miss Jin wouldn't know how to get out of this exhibition hall.

A crisp sound from the glass cabinet, Miss Jin exclaimed twice, alarming the others, and they all came to see what happened. Seeing that there were more people around, Feng Junzi deliberately asked Shang Yunfei loudly: "Yunfei, do you know how Zhang Fei scolded Lu Bu in "Romance of the Three Kingdoms"?"

"Slaves of the Three Clans!" Shang Yunfei couldn't help laughing when he answered. The two big-minded people in our class usually have many conflicts, but they still cooperated well when they were unanimous. Old Man Tang in the distance looked at them and shook his head with a smile.

After such an episode, Kobayashi, who came from Japan, also knew that there were powerful masters around him. He exposed his actions and did not act rashly anymore. However, I will finally write his behavior to Director Gu in the report.

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Before participating in this event, the director of the three of us students, Fang Zhouzi, called us together to teach us. His meaning was probably the code of middle school students: "When you meet foreign guests, you should not be humble or arrogant." He also wanted to explain to us what it means to be neither humble nor arrogant, but Feng Junzi pointed to Shang Yunfei and said, "Director Fang, I know that Shang Yunfei looks like he is neither humble nor arrogant."

Feng Junzi said it was too vivid. Shang Yunfei, a young lama who had not received the precepts, had almost an expression, no matter what he encountered, he was faint, neither charming nor arrogant. Feng Junzi said this, which made Director Fang have nothing to say. He reminded us a few more words, in short, you should pay attention to your image, don’t be embarrassed, etc. Director Fang asked us to be careful not to be embarrassed, but he did something very embarrassing on the last dinner.

The seminar was not long, only three days before and after. After the third day closed, local leaders were invited as usual. Due to the arrangement of Director Gu, several of us students also gathered on the table for a meal, and of course they were at the very corner of the banquet hall. At that day, Director Fang, Old Man Tang, Professor Liu, Professor Park, and Professor Takeuchi sat at a table, and the other leaders on the table were leaders of relevant departments. Director Fang probably drank a few more glasses of wine, and seemed more excited and talked a lot. As he spoke, he put down his glass and sighed: "I have gained a lot in these three-day seminars. I wrote a five-character regulated verse."

"Okay, okay, Mr. Fang, come and listen." Someone next to him echoed.

Director Fang cleared his throat and said, "If you have doubts about the truth, be determined to ask about the ancients..."

There are eight and forty words in five-character regulated verses in total. Fang Zhouzi just read two sentences and heard Old Man Tang interrupt him loudly and said, "Director Fang, don't rush to write poems, come on, come on, drink quickly."

The Cultural Director sitting next to him said in confusion: "What a poem! Teacher Fang is so knowledgeable, I'm just waiting to finish listening."

I heard it inexplicably in the distance and looked here. I saw the two foreign "sinologists" Professor Park and Professor Takeuchi frowned slightly, with a look of contempt on their faces. At this time, Feng Junzi probably came back from the bathroom outside, and his little face was already drank red. When he walked behind Director Fang, he stopped and said, "Director Fang, what kind of poem you have used in the rhyme, and the second sentence is a lonely and flat tune. The regulated verse has not been written like this since ancient times, and the rhythm and style are wrong. It is really not a poem!"

After Feng Junzi ignored him and walked back to my table, which made Director Fang confused and embarrassed to ask others. He could only say to Teacher Liu: "Xiao Liu, what is Lonely Diving?"

Teacher Liu glanced at him and replied helplessly: "The music of the first sentence you just now, "There is doubts about the truth" is 'Zhe Ping Ping Ze', so the second sentence in the regulated verse style should be 'ping Ping Ze Ze'. As a result, your sentence "Stay always asks about the ancients" uses 'Zhe Ping Ze'. Regular verse generally does not suppress the rhyme, so it doesn't matter if Director Fang must use rhyme like this, but it must not be a lonely and flat tune. There is only one flat tone character in your second sentence, and this sentence has no sense of rhythm at all. This is the biggest taboo in the regulated verse style. Because that can only be connected by five words, it cannot be considered a poem."

At this time, the Cultural Director was afraid that Director Fang would be embarrassed, so he said to Xi Ni: "Why do modern people pay so much attention to writing poetry!"

Old Man Tang was unhappy when he heard this. He whispered a wine glass on the table and said in a solemn voice: "If you write prose poems or modern poems, no one cares about it. But if you want to do five-character rules, you have to follow the rules. If you don't know, don't throw that person away! A few days ago, I watched TV and saw a leader meeting a foreign guest. He actually wrote an ancient poem to give it to others. He read the grammar in the first sentence. I was so embarrassed!... I want to be polite and sweeping the floor in a gentle way!"

When Old Man Tang said this, the Director of Culture was so scared that he did not dare to touch him. Director Fang's face turned red and white, and he could only lower his head to drink and swallow six lines of poetry. At this time, Professor Takeuchi raised his glass to toast, ignoring the others, and only to Teacher Liu and Old Man Tang. After the toast, he actually came to our table with a cup and toasted Feng Junzi. Feng Junzi did not refuse and did it with him with a smile.

After the dinner, the seminar ended. I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but Feng Junzi whispered in my ear: "Shiye, your mission is probably the beginning of the good show tonight. I, Shang Yunfei, help you stare at the Japanese Xiaolin. Come and stare at the memorial hall by yourself at night. If something happens, I am afraid it will be today."

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Mei Wending Memorial Hall is a typical antique Hui-style building with high horse-head walls on the roof, and the buildings around the courtyard are connected by corridors. The color of Hui-style buildings is mainly solemn, with columns and windows painted in a non-glazing brown-red red, while the walls are all painted with white paste, and the roof is covered with black fine tiles and gray tiles. From a distance, you can see black and white colors, which appear quiet and mysterious at night.

I was sitting on the beam of the west exhibition hall of the memorial hall, hiding my body behind the beams and pillars, and I kept my breath and focused without making any sound, like a still shadow. In order to hide my body tonight, I also went to Zhaoting Mountain to borrow a spirit lock ring from Liu Yiyi. Wearing a spirit lock ring, even a master in the world of cultivation, if I were not standing in front of me, I would probably not be able to find me. This memorial hall has just been completed, and it is actually a form. No one really pays attention to it. There are no electronic anti-theft alarm equipment such as infrared detectors installed in the exhibition hall, so it is not difficult to steal things.

The feeling of lurking is not comfortable, and time seems to pass quite slowly. This is a test of people's psychological quality. I once received simple sniper training in training camp and lay in a stinky mud all day in disguise. In comparison, I am not sad now, I just feel very bored. In boredom, I even want the Yin God to go out for a look, but I soon discovered another use of the Spirit Locking Ring - the Locking God. As long as I wear it, my Yin God cannot live without my body.

It was already three or four o'clock in the morning, and it was going to be bright in a few hours. This time was the most slept by everyone. I was a little confused. Did Feng Junzi guess wrong? Nothing happened here tonight. Maybe it was Feng Junzi monk Yunfei who stared at the little forest, and he couldn't come. At this moment, I felt a fluctuation in the air. The fluctuation was silent, and some object was approaching quietly.

Someone came! I soon saw this man. He was wearing a black dress and even his hair was wrapped in it. He couldn't see his face clearly. He only felt a little short. He didn't come from the ground, but climbed over from the beam of the main hall. I was a little nervous because he would find me after walking a few more steps. As a result, he didn't notice me. Recently, he only separated me a pillar from me. At this moment, he climbed down the ground along the pillar, his movements were like a cat.

Without hesitation, the man walked directly to a booth. It was the booth that Xiaolin had touched during the day. It contained the ancient version of Mei Wending's thirteen-volume "Theory of Planning". He saw that he took out a bag from his arms and opened it. It turned out that it was more than a dozen ancient books that looked exactly the same. This kid turned out to be a bag-to-pack scheme!

I didn't take action immediately, but looked at him on it. I took the thief and took the stolen goods. I wanted to wait until he had stole things before blocking him. He held the display cabinet with both hands, and the lock on the display cabinet made a light "click" sound, and opened. He opened the glass-inlaid counter, took out the dozen books and put them in the bag, put the ancient books he brought back to the show cabinet, and restored the cabinet to its original state. He packed up the bag and turned around and walked towards the pillar below me. I was ready to take action, just wait for him to come to his head.

Just as I was about to take action, the situation suddenly changed! I heard the sound of the window on the back of the exhibition hall, and the wind was open, and a figure flew in like lightning and rushed straight behind the man! Damn, there was actually someone outside, but fortunately I didn't take action to expose my hiding place just now.

Later, the man dressed up in short clothes, but his hair looked like a Taoist priest with a high hairpin. The Taoist priest rushed towards the man in black. The man in black reacted very quickly. When there was a sound behind him, he immediately turned around and fought back like a hook. At the same time, he retreated quickly to avoid the attack of the visitor. The two figures intertwined in the middle of the exhibition hall, but they were just a corner of the clothes. The Taoist priest waved his sleeves and the man in black flew out. Seeing that the man in black hit the wall, he did not make too loud noises. He turned around in the air, almost reluctantly fixed his body and slid down against the wall.

The man in black let out a cry, as if he had suffered a loss. I was surprised to hear the sound. This person was not Kobayashi from Japan, but the female doctor from South Korea. This was beyond my expectations. Looking at the girl in Ms. Jin, she was simply a country girl who had never seen the world. She ran here to fill her with big heads and made a lot of jokes. After a long time, this person was buried very deeply, and I doubted that no one suspected her.

Miss Jin fell to the wall, and the Taoist priest was about to get her, and suddenly retreated back. She suddenly saw silver light flying around Miss Jin's body, just like a group of butterflies flying in the dark, chasing the Taoist priest. I saw clearly that these silver lights were boomerangs similar to hidden weapons. Silver darts could chase people in the air and fly, which should be a magic weapon for practitioners. But I have never seen such magic weapon. Generally speaking, one person can only control one weapon during a battle. Why did this woman take a large piece of it when she takes action?

The silver dart was cast very quickly with the sound of breaking through the air. If you were to be injured, you wouldn't be hurt less! The Taoist priest dared not be careless. He stepped on a strange step, his body was as fast as smoke, flashing in the center of the hall, and the silver dart could not approach him. Seeing the Taoist priest's strange body movement, Miss Jin shouted several times, jumped forward, and with one hand, the butterflies flying in the air suddenly dispersed, like silver stars hovering around. The hovering was just a moment, and then flew towards the Taoist priest in the center. At this moment, the Taoist priest could not dodge with his footwork.

I was worried about the Taoist priest, wondering why he had been empty-handed and did not light up the magic weapon? At this time, the silver darts stopped one foot away from the Taoist priest, and they were still struggling and trembling. After a closer look, the Taoist priest stretched out one hand and clamped a dart with his index finger and middle finger. This dart was clamped, and all the silver darts flying all over the sky were fixed! It turned out that this silver dart was not many magic weapons, but just a magic weapon, but divided into many parts.
Chapter completed!