When Jia Liyu opened her eyes, the white dragon and the water curtain had disappeared, and she was sitting in rags on the edge of a street, with a wooden stick on the side, and a porcelain bowl with a mouth wide open in front of her.

Needless to ask, this shape and equipment have clearly shown his identity in the The Legend of the Condor Heroes world, that is, the new member of the Beggars' Sect, who has always been among the top 500 sects in the world, namely the beggars.

Jia Liyu muttered to herself: "Is it arranged to appear in the same style as Huang Rong to facilitate her to get to know Jing Rong and the others?"

I silently complained and began to look around. This is a typical ancient city with densely populated streets and prosperous business. Compared with the pedestrian streets of modern cities, it is a completely different atmosphere.

Although Jialiyu is often begging others, he has no relevant work experience and is also repulsive. It is inevitable that he will make achievements when sitting here wither. So he left the wooden stick and porcelain bowl, got up and left, walked on the street, and pedestrians subconsciously avoided him, which is similar to that of modern cities.

Jia Liyu walked around in a hurry, thinking about how to get to know Guo Jing and Huang Rong. The key to this mission was to make friends with this pair of the most famous CPs in the history of martial arts. If you know Guo Jing, you can learn Ma Yu's Quanzhen internal skills from him. If you know Huang Rong, you can meet Hong Qigong, learn Xiaoyaoyou boxing from him, and even use a few palms to subdue the eighteen dragons.

Just as he was thinking about it, a scent suddenly came to his nose. Jia Liyu stopped and looked around and found that before he came to a steamed bun shop, the fragrance was coming from the newly-launched steamer.

Jia Liyu was hungry in her stomach and stared at the steamed bun steamer for a while. The owner of the steamed bun shop hurriedly waved his hand and scolded, "What are you looking at if you are a stinky beggar? Let's go away quickly."

Jialiyu felt hungry in her stomach, fresh in her heart, and said politely: "Boss, you misunderstood. I am not asking for steamed buns from you, I am going to work with you to change steamed buns."

The owner of the steamed bun shop looked disgusted and said angrily: "You stinky beggar, go away quickly. Who wants to hire you to work? If I delay selling steamed buns, don't blame me for being too thick."

Jialiyu said: "If you insist on calling me for food, please don't add the word 'stinky' in front of it. Actually, I am a disciple of the Beggars' Sect."

The owner of the steamed bun shop looked at Jia Liyu like a fool, and then shouted: "Ali, Achun!" As soon as he finished speaking, the two friends came over. Jia Liyu quickly waved his hand and walked away: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, pure misunderstanding, say goodbye."

Jia Liyu walked away quickly and heard the owner of the steamed bun shop still cursing: "A stinky beggar, and a disciple of the Beggars' Sect, do you think I'm a pig's head? I'm as stingy as a monkey..."

This is the whole process of Jialiyu's first real-person exchange with ancient people. Although the process and results were not satisfactory, he felt very fresh and interesting, as if he had the first time talking to a foreigner in English.

After walking for a while, there was a sound of gurgling inside his belly, and protests were loud. Jialiyu was thinking about whether to change his clothes and change his shape. Suddenly, a beggar holding a wooden stick came towards him. The beggar was in a hurry and passed by Jialiyu. He whispered in his ear: "Elder Li passed the order that this evening, the black pine forest will be gathered together."

When Jia Liyu turned around and looked, the beggar had walked more than ten meters away, and it seemed that he had skill in his body.

"Black Pine Forest?" Jia Liyu recalled the plot. He really didn't have the impression of the black pine forest. He only vaguely remembered that Huang Rong hanged the four ghosts of the Yellow River upside down and seemed to be in some forest.

"It's more serious to fill your stomach first." Jia Liyu looked around and looked for a place to eat. At this time, he happened to see a few scholars turning out of the street on the left, pointing and talking about something. Jia Liyu vaguely heard something about "artificiality" and "laughing" and curious, and followed.

Several scholars walked around and left the street, heading north, and walked about two miles, a big river broke the way. A group of literati gathered by the river, as if holding a poetry friend's meeting.

"The wind and the moon are already full, and there is one song between snow and flowers. Friends must not be too humble. If you have good poems and sentences, please show it to your heart's content. Don't hide it." A slightly fat middle-aged man clasped his fists and smiled.

"This is really the end of today. Let's make up for these two questions by Lao Zheng." Another Confucian scholar wearing a Dongpo scarf said humbly, and others also agreed.

When Jia Liyu, who was standing not far away, saw this scene, he knew that other people were deliberately trying to praise Lao Zheng, so he deliberately refused to "exhaust the talent". In this way, the popularization trend in the Chinese literary world has indeed been around for a long time.

"I can write these two questions if there is any difficulty." Just as the literati pushed each other, a disharmonious voice suddenly sounded. Everyone looked in the voice and saw a thin boy standing not far away. The boy was wearing a broken leather hat on his head, his face and hands were covered with black coal, and he was looking at several literati who wrote poems indifferently.

Although the boy was covered in darkness, Jialiyu's eyes lit up.

"Where did the little beggar come from? He is so arrogant?" a scholar holding a fan scolded.

The young man said, "You have to write it before you know it."

The literati holding a fan still had to speak, and Lao Zheng waved his hand and said, "Don't get angry with Yi Jian. The so-called talented man does not ask about his background, let him write it."

The fan literati bowed his hand slightly, looked at the boy squintedly, and said, "Since you say you can write, come and write."

The young man said, "If I write it, what's the benefit? Otherwise, it wouldn't be a good poem for you in vain."

Yi Jian closed his fan and frowned slightly. Just as he was about to attack, Lao Zheng continued: "If the little brother wrote a poem that convinced us, I would give you five taels of silver."

The young man shook his head and smiled, saying, "Five liang is five liang." His expression was quite dissatisfied with his words, and saw that the literati were scolding him for being "rude". The young man ignored them and walked straight to the table, stretched out his dirty hands to pick up a wolf hair, and wrote: The magic sword flew in the shadow of peach blossoms, and the blue sea tide was pressing the jade flute. The crazy laughter was singing to the pottery of love, and the orchid was a blink of an eye.

"Good poem!" Lao Zheng praised when he saw the second sentence. After the young man finished writing it, he praised again: "Good words!"

When other literati heard this, they all came forward to watch it. Seeing the four lines of beautiful and exquisite peach blossom calligraphy on the paper, they couldn't help but cheer secretly.

"The first sentence of "The Legend of the Sword Palm of the Falling God", the second sentence of "The Blue Sea Tide" is a song, and the fourth sentence of "Orchid Flashing the Cute Hand", that's right, it's her!" Jia Liyu finally confirmed the identity of the young man, and was both excited and surprised.

At this time, I heard the old Zheng say, "Poetry is a good poem, and the words are also good words. I have nothing to say, so I will give the silver." Unexpectedly, the young man said, "If you know good poems and words, I don't want the silver either." Then he turned around and left.

Jia Liyu no longer hesitated and suddenly clapped her hands and said, "Good poetry! It's a good poetry!"

Two abrupt cheers instantly attracted the attention of everyone in the audience. Seeing Jia Liyu's outfit, someone couldn't help but mutter: "Another beggar?"

The boy wearing a fur hat had just walked two steps when he heard Jia Liyu's voice and suddenly stopped. He looked back at him, with curiosity in his eyes: "How can he see that he is both civil and military?"

Jia Liyu stepped forward and said apologetically: "Because I suddenly saw a good poem, I couldn't help but cheer, which disturbed everyone's interest. Please don't be surprised."

Someone continued, "You little beggar, also understand poetry?" As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly realized that the little beggar had just written a good poem, his face turned red, and he lowered his head and said nothing.

Jia Liyu didn't face tit, and said with a smile: "I have read a few years, and I understand a little bit."

Yi Jian, who had just scolded the young man with a fur hat, said: "Do you want to write one too?"

Jialiyu wanted to attract the attention of the young man with a fur hat and said, "If it is convenient, I can also write a rough song to join in the grand ceremony."

Yi Jian has learned from the past, and said with a roar, not knowing how to answer the conversation. Lao Zheng said, "Today's poetry meeting, it is probably a fate to meet two little brothers. Now there are four questions about Feng, Flower, Snow and Moon, and there is only the word "Snow" and there is no poem. How about you just answer this question?"

After reading the peach blossom poem by the little beggar before, Lao Zheng was already suspicious that there was a master behind the scenes and asked someone to smash the scene to prevent him from making a name. If the reaction was too intense, the other party might use other means to make his literary friends even more unable to get out of Taiwan. Therefore, it would be better to go with the flow and respond to changes in the same way.

Sure enough, after Lao Zheng sent the invitation, the young man was not polite. He picked up the pen and ticked it under the word "Snow", and noted it "Yong Snow", and then wrote: "One piece, two piece, three, four piece, five piece, six piece, seven or eight piece."

As soon as these two lines of poetry were written, the scene was suddenly in an uproar:

"What kind of poetry is this? It's clearly counting, it's ridiculous!"

"Where did the delusion come from? Could it be that the luck of five taels of silver?"

"Go away quickly, don't mess around here."

...

Despite the curses, the young man remained motionless and continued to write down his pen: "Nine and ten pieces flew, and no one could see the reeds flying into them."

"Hey, these last two sentences..." Lao Zheng's voice suddenly sounded, suppressing the scolding of others to a certain extent. When more people saw the last two sentences, the previous scolding had completely stopped, and some people couldn't help but praise: "It's a good turn."

Lao Zheng said: "If there is no vulgarity in the first two sentences, and there is no elegance in the last two sentences, the poem is a poem about snow, and the whole poem does not show a word of snow, but the artistic conception is vividly displayed on the paper, and the one that carries a good poem."
Chapter completed!