The tenth day of the City God Temple Fair.

Huncheng is not as lively as usual.

If it weren't for the largest temple fair in the Sui Dynasty, each town and garrison would have distributed more than 500 yuan each, which would save ordinary people spend half a month, and shops or stalls opened at half a price. Otherwise, no matter how much the fun-loving temple fair lasted for ten days, no matter how much the fun-loving people were, they would not be able to hold on.

Every year during the City God Temple Fair, the Gods will go to the towns and guards in various cities and towns to send money and goods to the people.

The City God Temple Fair is a carnival for the entire Sui Kingdom, because the Sui Kingdom occupies most of the world's territory, otherwise it would be difficult to afford it. It can only be said that it is rich and willful.

Although shops and stalls are opened at half price, they also have small profits and quick turnover. People can have fun, merchants can also make money, and the emperor can be happy. They can be said to be happy. Therefore, the City God Temple Fair is always full of ways to do their best.

There is a river in the East Market that extends outside the city. On the last day of the City God Temple Fair, the bustling gathers here.

There are pleasure boats standing on the river, with graceful piano sounds flowing, birds circling in the low altitude, and readers stand on the bridge, with hand-cuffing fans in the cold weather, holding their heads and chests up, which makes them feel the greatest feeling of the world and me.

In the restaurant across the river, Jiang Wang put his right arm on the window ridge, sat down with his whole body, his eyes on the pleasure boats, thinking that he had never listened to music since he was a child, which was a great regret.

Opposite him were Xiaoyu and Akong, and on the left were the monks in the green robe and Zhao Si.

Xiaoyu closed his eyes coldly and rested, and was still recalling the martial arts taught by Luo Xianshan in his mind. He was practicing hard all the time and place.

And Akong was undoubtedly cooking, his face full of oil.

Zhao Si was drinking wine silently, and the drawing paper was placed on the table. Although his only hand was very busy, it seemed quite comfortable.

The monk in the green robe seemed to be a servant, and helped Jiang Wang pour wine. When Jiang Wang finished drinking, he added it again.

At this time, a scholar on the bridge recited a poem and was favored by a girl from a pleasure boat. An old man drove a boat to pick up the scholar and sent it to the pleasure boat.

Other scholars looked at them with envy.

"Why do you have to recite poems?" Jiang Wang's face was very bad. Although he knew literacy, he was limited to this. After all, it was not an ordinary time. In the temple fair, if you want to enter the pleasure boat, Yinzi never made an amazing poem useful.

The monk in the green robe obviously did not have such talent, let alone Akong.

Although Xiaoyu is talented, Jiang Wang is a little embarrassed to speak out about this kind of thing.

He could only focus on Zhao Si.

Zhao Si glanced at Jiang Wang sideways and said sternly: "What do you think I am? Zhao is a gentleman!"

Jiang Wang raised his eyebrows. Although he didn't say anything, he looked like I didn't believe it.

"How can scholars not like to visit brothels? I suspect that your hand was interrupted because you had no money."

Zhao Si had a black face and retorted: "My hands are hard work and are tired!"

Jiang Wang sneered: "This kind of thing can only lie to yourself. Who can get tired of painting? It would be fine if you break a few fingers, but your whole arm is gone. Tell me if I'm tired of it?"

Zhao Si's face became darker.

Jiang Wang said again: "But I firmly believe that the great painter Zhao is well-educated, talented, and three steps into poetry. He is a great talent who shocks the world and makes ghosts and gods cry. He can only write a poem at will, making those scholars feel ashamed and bow to him."

Zhao Si's lips twitched, "Even if you praise me like this, I will not help you write poems. Give me a stick and give me a sweet date. What is you like to be someone Zhao?"

Jiang Wang shook his head and sighed: "It seems that the great painter Zhao is also a person who seeks fame and reputation. He often claims to be amazing and brilliant. It turns out that they are all bragging. No wonder the paintings they paint are worthless. After all, people have sharp eyes and can see through your true face at first glance."

Zhao Si said angrily: "It's simply outrageous. You can insult my character and my appearance, but you must not insult my talent!"

"Isn't it just a poem? What's the difficulty? I can just write it casually and make those scholars jump into the river in shame!"

Jiang Wang complimented: "I knew Brother Zhao was very talented. Write it quickly to blind our eyes."

Zhao Si immediately wrote quickly.

He threw the paper that had to write a good poem at Jiang Wang angrily.

Jiang Wang frowned and said, "You have written this before, right? How could you write poetry so quickly?"

Zhao Si said coldly: "Even the poems I wrote when I was young, they can crush them!"

Jiang Wang joked: "I think you are holding back your bad thoughts and prepared a few poems early, waiting to become a guest of a certain girl. Unfortunately, there was no such activity in temple fairs in previous years, and there was no silver brothel to listen to music. If you have good poems, you can only stare at me, right?"

Zhao Si said with a black face again: "Do you want it? Don't return it to me!"

Jiang Wang stuffed the drawing paper into his arms, "You have written it all, if I don't want it, wouldn't I give you face?"

Zhao Si mocked: "In terms of shamelessness, I am indeed not as good as you."

Jiang Wang bowed and said, "Same ashamed."

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Although Zhao Si's poems did not make the readers feel ashamed, they also welcomed cheers. Jiang Wang got what he wanted and went down to the restaurant, waiting for the old man who drove the boat to pick him up.

Akong looked in front of the window, "Is there something delicious in the boat?"

The monk in the green robe had a weird expression and said, "You can also say that."

Akong's eyes lit up and he was about to jump down. Fortunately, the monk in the green robe reacted quickly enough and grabbed him and persuaded him to calm down.

The monk in the green robe wiped his sweat silently, and wanted to explain that there was no delicious food in the pleasure boat, which was much more tiring than killing monsters.

Xiaoyu did not react at all from beginning to end, and those who practice hard are always very serious.

The old man drove the boat to the shore. Jiang Wang got on the boat, then turned the bow of the boat and headed towards a certain pleasure boat.

Yeyoushen's voice suddenly rang in Jiang Wang's mind, "Something is not right."

Jiang Wang was stunned for a moment and replied in his heart: "The girls like poetry, I am handsome, but there is only one girl who invites me into the boat, which is really wrong."

Ye You Shen spat, "You need some shame."

"I think there is something wrong with this place. Although it is very weak, there is indeed a trace of demonic energy."

Jiang Wang frowned and said, "Are the monsters sick? Is it the first time I entered the pleasure boat in my life, and they ran out to make trouble?"

Yeyou Shen said, "The key point is that you entered the pleasure boat? If the hidden monster really appears, your life will be gone, and you are still thinking about the girl?"

Jiang Wang said, "Then I don't want to, and I can't stop the fact that monsters appear."

Yeyou Shen: "...What you said makes sense."

Jiang Wang stood at the bow of the boat with his hands behind his back and said, "Although the great monster knows how to hide his breath, it cannot escape your magic eyes. Master Tao Tian still has a monster in his hand. Maybe it's just a little monster in Huncheng."

"I think it's very likely that it's hidden in the boat. Witches are all hidden in paintings or ancient artifacts. There must be no shortage of paintings in the boat."
Chapter completed!