"Well, you are worthy of being a descendant of the Luo family! My trip in the rain is not in vain!"

Suddenly, there was another noise outside the gate of Luo Mansion. Through the rain curtain, a tall man in Chinese clothes was seen striding forward with his head held high. His eyes were thick, his eyebrows were straight, his nose was straight. He seemed to be like a dragon and a tiger, but his eyes were unruly.

It's hard to hide his appearance, and his demeanor is a bit more dandy after all.

"Uncle Luo, I'm here today to propose marriage to sister Shuang'er. The generous gifts have been delivered to the door. Don't be surprised if I'm late because I'm busy with worldly affairs!"

The voice of the man in rich clothes was particularly loud, and there was a hint of alcohol in his words. However, everyone present felt as if they had seen a ghost. They always felt that they had seen the same scene before. Even the people who said similar words were confused.

Still nearby, the scene was very embarrassing.

The slightly drunk man in fine clothes was dissatisfied with the martial arts people blocking the way, so he stretched out his hand to push aside the people and try to force his way through. As he got closer and closer, he saw that everyone was looking at him. At this time, there was a person sitting in the Honghua Club seat closest to the gate.

A white-robed scribe stood up slowly and stood in front of the man in rich clothes who rushed straight into the lobby.

"Brother, today's Golden Pen Washing Ceremony has different hosts and guests. Please take a seat and wait for a while. Don't make any loud noises."

Chen Jialuo said it very euphemistically. He was slightly smaller than the other person in stature, but he had a sense of neither being humble nor arrogant, just like the green pines and green bamboos that had weathered the frost and snow.

"Get out of my way!"

The man in the attire frowned, and stretched out his hand to push Chen Jialuo, but Chen Jialuo was already prepared. He raised his shoulders to shake off the opponent's grasp, planted his feet firmly, and pushed back. The force suddenly made a sound from the ground, and the man in the attire's arm

Collided together.

The heroes of the Red Flower Club stood unmoved behind them, and they were all very confident in Chen Jialuo's martial arts. However, after a brief exchange, they discovered that when the man in the Chinese uniform staggered back, Chen Jialuo's footsteps moved a few steps involuntarily.

There was a trace of sickly color on the fair face, which was obviously caused by a hasty movement that was disrupted.

"This Chen Jialuo's martial arts is not good yet. It is obvious that he has not yet reached the state where he intends to punch first and moves unintentionally. Another chief helmsman I have seen is much more experienced in martial arts and can master hundreds of boxing techniques at his fingertips.

"

Jiang Wen pointed in the distance, but Yuan Ziyi said in vain, "Master Jiang, how many people in the world can achieve the realm you mentioned? Isn't it too overwhelming?"

"This is because you don't know something. There is no hope in this kind of martial arts death training. You must use external force to break through."

Jiang Wen pointed at the group of musicians behind him with a proud look on his face, indicating that he was aware of all kinds of magical powers.

"If he can strictly follow the rhythm of the music, move like a dancer, and defeat the enemy with the palm of his fist, he will be able to roam the rivers and lakes like the ancients before him, and rarely encounter an opponent who is almost invincible."

"I don't believe it, you are lying to me."

Yuan Ziyi exposed it unceremoniously.

Jiang Wen said very confidently: "Don't underestimate the heroes of the world. There are people in the world who make great progress in martial arts every time a sonorous piece of music is played, and they are sure to win without defeat."

By the end of the fight between the two, Luo Yuantong had already frowned and stared at the door of the mansion and said in a deep voice: "Today's Golden Basin Washing Ceremony, the rules of the world prohibit the use of force. Do you want to be my enemy?"

"Mr. Luo, don't get me wrong. We came here today with no intention of using force to violate the prohibition. It's just that this hero took action first..."

A rather oily voice came from behind the man in Chinese attire. He supported the swaying man in Chinese attire and started talking. Then a figure dressed as a warlock appeared, followed by two tall and thick Taoist boys.

"That's nonsense. It was clearly your people who used force first!"

Wu Zhuge and Xu Tianhong couldn't help but stood up, pointed at the warlock and said.

"This is wrong. If you have never practiced martial arts, how can you talk about using martial arts?"

But the warlock calmly dodged his fingers, proudly stroking his beard and lying with his eyes open, "My heir apparent is born with divine power."

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The heavy rain was pouring down, and it seemed to never stop. The cold water gradually rose, making the alleys become quieter. Even if you were slightly caught off guard, it seemed that the rain had accumulated in the seams of your bones, and was swaying under your itchy skin.

Most of the people in the city couldn't bear the disturbance, and could only huddle under the square eaves, looking up at the gray sky with melancholy. The remaining vendors and residents who had something to go out would barely walk around holding paper umbrellas and wearing bamboo hats.

The road was slippery due to rain, and Wen Yuqin, who was closed for rest, naturally didn't walk very fast. He had enough time to pay attention around.

Along the way, he saw a bustling mansion, with noises like roaring mountains and tsunami coming from inside. There seemed to be musicians from a theater troupe, playing tunes with extremely weird syllables and rhythms, mingling with the bustling bustle. It seemed that there was another group of people. The warriors in the Jianghu community drew their swords and chopped off pillars, not knowing what to say.

However, there are still a lot of cars and boats near the east gate, the water in the east is swelling, and merchants from all over the world are rushing around in frost and rain. It is said that if you can't check the southeast, northwest and other cities in one day, the goods will never be let go. What's more, they will be stranded for more than a month. Ordering the whole family to tremble in the storm just to protect the belongings on the car and boat, this is the kind of ruthlessness that can be seen.

The love story of a young man is sad as he grows old. Today's Guangzhou city also has lanterns all over the streets and the city, not to mention the sky shining on the mink fur. However, the joyful things in his youth only have a sense of sadness as he grows older. This makes him recall it again. Guangzhou's civilized style arose.

Recalling the past, in Wuyang City and the hometown of Panyu, people were proud of passing on poems and etiquette, and only the fourth generation hairpin was the most precious thing. Even in restaurants and restaurants, there was the sound of poetry and wine singing together. Whenever a famous piece was recited, no one could copy it. Paper is so expensive in Luoyang.

In the past, Donggao was the place where Zhong Ming Ding was eating, and the Poetry Society was also the hometown. At that time, people in the city, regardless of gender, always liked to decorate themselves with flowers. Their hair was tied up in a bun, and it was always decorated with frangipani flowers.

But in today's Guangzhou Prefecture, gangsters are rampant and dominate the city. Looking back at the alleys, literary people are struggling; profit dealers are everywhere coming and going, and Henan's flower households are deserting their fields. In just more than ten years, Panyu City has turned into this. Waiting for fame and fortune.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The old age has lost its charm, and the farewell wine has faded away. Wen Yuqin doesn’t know who to blame. Maybe he blames it on the past, and he is the only one who followed. As I get older, I am still unconscious. I neither know how to govern the world nor can I manage a family. In my sleep, I always remember the young man Chun Shan who went to take the exam with me. He suddenly scratches his head, but his head is already white.

Complaints are just complaints after all, and speaking them out will only make people laugh. Moreover, these complaints can only be recited in front of old friends. At least they will not be like the old wives at home who insist on letting themselves brag about all the four things. Entering the big house, take out the chariots and horses with green curtains to take a look.

Where can I find this? I can’t just say that I sold all my heads when they were on sale!

Come to think of it, only the ancestral house is still standing in the wind and rain, and of the wealthy carriages and horses that have passed by for decades, only the rims and horse bones that are buried shallowly in the wilderness are left, right?

Suddenly, the pedestrians in the distance were the first to panic. The uneasiness was instantly spread along with the noise, and a group of men in brocade clothes were seen galloping with angry horses, coming in the city under the banner of Prince Pingnan's Palace.

The horses' hooves stepped down one after another, causing water to splash, and the whip would have been coming a little later. The pedestrians and vendors were always unable to dodge and had to lie down in the street. The noise did not stop, but the team of people and horses had already left in an uproar without even paying attention.

All are indebted.

The people in the alley slowly poked their heads out and stood still in even more bewilderment, as if the wind and rain falling all over the sky were their sighs, so they didn't need to say another word all day long.

After a while, his cyan cloth robe was torn, and most of his body was splashed with water. The miserable moisture penetrated his body along the cuffs, and his ankles were numb where they were bumped by the stone foundation.

Itching. The old man in green shirt got up from the pile and looked around in confusion.

"Hey, it's not decent..."

He staggered up from the water, hid under the eaves and checked that the bundle in his sleeve was safe, then sighed with relief and limped toward the east.

A few bumps and bruises are not a problem. After all, today is the day for him and his old friends to have a poetry society meeting, so it cannot be delayed.

He laughs at himself for having been busy with his mouth all his life, and his career has become absurd as he grows older. As he grows older, he feels more and more lack of energy. Now, in addition to relying on the private school to earn a living, Wen Yuqin spends the rest of his time compiling private classics, often

The old man was so stupid that he couldn't tell the difference between cold and heat, so he made jokes such as wearing a coat in the summer moon.

Old age makes me forgetful, but Long Toutou had never missed a party with his old friends. He was always the first one to arrive.

The contents of the bag were Lu'an melon slices that he had begged from his old wife before he went out. Although they were only sold in tea shops, they were worthless scraps. They were even cheaper at the poetry society gathering back then.

It's something, but now it's often wrapped in linen and brewed with hot water. It refreshes you in the cold winter, relieves the heat in the hot summer, and tastes more delicious.

Tea must be made from Liu'an melon slices, and wine must be made from three spring bamboo leaves.

This bamboo leaf green wine is not rare at all, but it is an ancient recipe collected by Qing Zhuweng, a famous scholar in Taiyuan. First, the rice wine and bamboo leaves are brewed to get the skin, and then Linfen fine wine is used to make the bones. The fragrance is shaped like jasper, and it is smooth when you take a sip.

To put aside the trouble, my old friend initially commented that it tasted like an old village. No wonder the old owner, Qingzhu Weng, treasured it and was unwilling to reveal it to others until he was drunk.

But it’s not easy to buy wine these days.

Shanxi Fenjiu is still there, but I don’t know whether it was mixed with water or the seal was leaked. It always tastes like a salty and astringent smell, which is the same as the salty wind on the beach. Therefore, at Wen Yuqin’s suggestion, it has been replaced by Yulai.

The wine shop sells home wine for ten cents a gourd. He claims that the wine is slightly sour in the mouth and will not get drunk after a thousand cups. This is the authentic Shaanxi taste. This is very different from the common people's opinions, and he is quite proud of his beard.

Sighing, old friends come and go, and whoever comes to sleep together has tea. Tea and wine are no longer what they used to be. Although my old friend has never been picky, Wen Yuqin also knows that bitter tea and sour wine are not conducive to long-term enjoyment, so he braved the heavy rain to come here again.

In a pastry shop.

According to him, using mung beans as bait can clear the mind and improve the eyesight, and the poems he will recite will be more elegant at that time, so he might as well prepare more.

So Wen Yuqin entered the shop with a straight face, rolled up the overnight mung bean pastry, wrapped it in water-proof lotus leaves, carefully put it into his sleeve, and then walked towards the east gate, half wading through the water and half pacing.

The road became narrower and narrower, and there were fewer and fewer people. After exiting the east gate, the continuous houses in Guangzhou City finally disappeared, leaving only the majestic green hills washed by the heavy rain - it was a mountain for pedestrians.

Gaofu, which can be seen two or three miles away, has an elegant pavilion on the mountain. It is the place where Wen Yuqin will have an annual gathering to recite poems with his old friends during this trip.

Wen Yuqin had just been collided by horses and fell. At this time, the more he walked, the more he felt the pain in his ankle. He had to breathe heavily step by step and continued to climb while looking at the stone pavilion in the mountain. A large amount of sweat ran along the wrinkles on his forehead. Finally, he finally

It rolled to the ground and shattered.

In the wind and rain, he threw away his broken umbrella, which could not be damaged. He pushed aside the grass and walked alone to the pavilion. He found that there was already a scribe standing in the pavilion, facing the wind and rain all over the city alone, silently.

Look into the distance.

"Where do you come from, Your Excellency? This pavilion is old and useful. I wonder if I can part with it?"

Wen Yuqin asked a little frustrated.

The scribe in private clothes spoke with a Jiangnan accent and said: "I am passing by Jiangmen and suddenly caught in a storm and have nowhere to go. I am afraid I will disappoint my father-in-law."

"It doesn't matter, my old friends haven't arrived yet."

Wen Yuqin was extremely tired and could only look at the wind and rain in the sky and said in vain.

"Hey, I should have shaved my face yesterday, but I forgot about it in the heavy rain. It's really shameful."

Wen Yuqin sat down in the pavilion, still mumbling, and hurriedly tried to comb his hair through the rain. After struggling for a long time, he didn't know where to start. After all, the hairpin crown had long since disappeared, and he could only touch a bare scalp.
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