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But, what Shang Zifeng did not expect was.

At this very moment, in a private room of a teahouse not too far away, a purple-clothed beauty had appeared. Her beautiful eyes imprinted onto his body without even blinking.

Even when the teacup on the table was poured, it remained unmoved.

"Miss, you …" What's wrong with you? "

The maid beside the purple clothed lady was shocked.

I don't know why the Miss, who was drinking her tea so well, suddenly stood up, as if she had met something terrible.

In a moment of desperation, maid hurriedly stuck her head out of the window, afraid that something might have happened, but she did not find anything wrong.

The woman's bright eyes flickered. No one knew what she was thinking, but she seemed to be in a trance.

After a long while, her tensed up face finally relaxed and she sat back in her seat, waving at maid.

The maid understood and quickly overheard.

The lady instructed the maid in a light voice. The maid nodded and left the private room.

After the door to the box was closed, the woman stood up again and walked slowly to the window.

Peering through the curtain at the crowded arena, the corner of his mouth raised in a charming arc.

He muttered to himself, "Four years... Finally, I found you again. Shang Zifeng... So it turns out that your name is Shang Zifeng … "

Shang Zifeng, who was on the stage, also felt that there was someone staring at him from behind.

However, when he looked back, he didn't find anything unusual.

He blinked, then gave up.

"So it's Young Master Shang." It was during the competition. According to the rules of the competition, if Young Master Shang wanted to participate, he would have to wait until the end of the first round. Now, please take a moment. "

In order not to interfere with the competition, the errand boy took the risk of making people unhappy and passed on his message.

Shang Zifeng was not an unreasonable person, he had originally only wanted to watch the competition, and had no intention of participating.

Thus, he nodded his head to show that he understood.

The rewards were generous, but it was nothing to Shang Zifeng.

This was because he only needed to walk around the gambling den with the 10 taels of silver in his hand to double the amount. There was no need to participate in such a boring competition.

When he was in Yuxu Peak, because he was forced to do so and because his life was boring, he had to spend four years in the Compendium Pavilion.

Now that he was down the mountain, there was no need to face these boring things anymore.

If not for Zhou Shucai's humiliating words, Shang Zifeng would not have stood out to fight back.

Seeing that, the bookkeeper calmed down, and was about to say something, when he heard Wang Dazhuang bowing to the three teachers: "The three teachers above, after some consideration, junior Wang Dazhuang decided to give up the competition."

"Oh? "Why?"

The one who spoke was Qiu Fuzi.

He looked at Wang Dazhuang, as if he had already guessed what he was going to say, but pretended to be puzzled and asked.

"Young Master Zhou is extremely talented, and has nimble thinking. "Rather than that, it would be better to forfeit and allow the talented to compete with the talented."

The meaning behind his words was …

Since he could not win today, he might as well go down the stage and give his spot to Shang Zifeng, so that Shang Zifeng could take revenge for him.

Although he had only met Shang Zifeng once, Wang Dazhuang still believed that the young man in front of him was stronger than him. He would definitely defeat him.

Without any hesitation, the three teachers looked at each other and shook their heads.

Seeing that, the errand boy did not say anymore, and turned to Shang Zifeng: "Since Chief Wang has given up, I wonder if Young Master Shang is willing to participate, and fight with Young Master Zhou?"

"Alright."

Shang Zifeng immediately replied.

Seeing that Shang Zifeng had agreed, the errand boy turned to Zhou Shucai and asked, "Escort leader Wang, you have given up. According to the rules of the competition, Young Master Zhou has already accumulated three points. The first round was a question and answer session. Participants were free to look for opponents. If both sides agree, then we can compete. In other words, if one party disagrees, it will not work. Now that Young Master Shang has stood out to exchange pointers with you, I wonder if Young Master Zhou is willing to accept the challenge? "

The rules of the competition were reasonable, though the first round had to be consented to by both sides.

For the sake of obtaining more points, some people would take advantage of the situation and avoid experts.

But in the second round of the Challenger League, there was no such thing.

At that time, the low scorers will challenge the high breakup, and if there is no true scholar, they will also be defeated.

"That's good."

Zhou Shucai agreed without hesitation.

After a pause, he continued, "However, I have a presumptuous request to ask of you."

"I'd like to hear more about it."

"Looking at the number of people in the stadium, there are at least fifty to sixty people. If this man and I... Cough cough … It would still be a long time before the second round ended and the victor was decided. In order not to delay the pace of the match, I thought of a simple method. Only three pairs. If he can match it all, then I'll be the loser. The competition between me and him is a separate one, so it doesn't count against my total points. If he wants to participate in this competition, he can just follow the rules of the competition after he finishes with me. I don't know you teachers, Shang. Male. "Brat, what do you think?"

"I'll do as you say."

Qiu Fuzi immediately said, and Shang Zifeng also nodded his head, which was considered to agree with Zhou Shucai's idea.

In any case, he didn't want to participate in the competition, so he was standing here to fight for his own life.

Although four years of Taoist cultivation had changed his personality, the feeling of being a popinjay burned in his bones.

It was a good opportunity for him to make use of this competition to test out his gains from the past four years in the Compendium Pavilion.

With that thought, Shang Zifeng immediately jumped onto the stage, standing at where Wang Dazhuang used to be.

At this moment, another person jumped out from the crowd.

He was dressed in blue, and in his hand he held red and yellow.

In his arms, there seemed to be a furry creature that only revealed its small head.

Just by looking at its appearance, it was hard to tell what it was.

This person was the young man who had been following Shang Zifeng this whole time.

When Shang Zifeng saw him, and saw the innocent snowball in his arms, his face immediately filled with black lines.

As if to say: "Snowball, you traitor! Didn't this little rascal buy you a meat bun by the roadside and buy you off just like that? Without even thinking, he rushed into her arms to nibble on her bun! I don't care if your master is hungry or not! You really have no conscience! "Now you still have the nerve to look at me with such a wronged expression. You really deserve a beating!"

Just now, the shadow had not squeezed in from the back, but he had seen everything that happened. Knowing that Shang Zifeng was going to have a competition with that Zhou Shucai, he became excited and immediately squeezed forward to cheer for Shang Zifeng.

Looking at his despicable face, Shang Zifeng helplessly gasped for breath.

Ye Zichen looked away and ignored him.

In the end, it landed on Zhou Shucai's body.

Zhou Shucai waved his fan and smiled as he sized Shang Zifeng up. It was as if his anger just now was an illusion and it had never appeared.

But Shang Zifeng could still feel the hatred in his gaze.

"Thank you, the three teachers, for fulfilling my wish." Zhou Shucai is making a fool of himself!

Zhou Shucai raised his fan around his wrist and bowed to the three teachers.

In the next moment, she faced Shang Zifeng again.

As he opened his folding fan, his smile gradually disappeared. His cold voice was filled with ridicule as he spoke the first half of the couplet.

"A beggar needs money but not food. If you want money, you have to exchange it for food. If you want money, it's more troublesome. Zi Feng, you might as well only have rice."

The entire arena was in an uproar!

The extremely insulted first half of the couplet was slowly spoken from Zhou Shucai's mouth just like that, and with that disdainful and disdainful expression, it was incomparably dazzling in the eyes of the crowd.

When Qiu Fuzi heard that, his expression immediately became serious, his eyes squinted, looking at the two people on the stage with interest.

In the end, his gaze landed on Shang Zifeng's body.

They wanted to see just how the youth would deal with this extremely humiliating and sarcastic first verse.

The purple-clothed woman at the teahouse had sharp senses, so she naturally heard what Zhou Shucai said clearly.

This extremely difficult upper half of the couplet seemed to be fake in her ears because she knew nothing about this sort of thing, but she was still able to understand the deeper meaning behind it.

He could not help but ask behind him: "Leng Sha, if you were to receive this couplet, how would you match it?"

So it turned out that within this elegant room, there wasn't only the purple-clothed woman and the maid that had just gone out to do some work.

At the side of the door stood a grim man in a black tight-fitting suit, black gauze hat, and black gauze, revealing only a pair of bright but cold eyes.

Hearing that, his tone became cold, but his actions became even more impeccable, "Please forgive me, Young Miss." This little one is just a guard, I don't understand these things. "

"Forget it, forget it. I won't ask you anymore." I ask you, you don't know anything, other than fighting and killing, can't you learn some poetry! "

The girl waved her hand in disgust and no longer said anything as she continued to observe the situation.

Faced with the whispers and discussions below the stage, Shang Zifeng maintained his composure and stared at Zhou Shucai without blinking.

"Catch!"

Suddenly, an object flew over from the sky, just in time for Shang Zifeng to grab it.

Shang Zifeng was startled, and focused there.

It turned out to be the follower who had thrown over a folding fan that he had obtained from an unknown place.

"Hehe!" I just don't like that guy from start to finish. Not only did he look like a dog, but his mouth was also so smelly, as if he had eaten sh * t! Imitating others who pretended to be cool and dashing while waving their tattered fans endlessly. I feel annoyed just by looking at it! "Hehe, big brother, I've given you this fan, and you're also shaking it. You must be much more handsome than him!"

"Puchi."

Shang Zifeng almost laughed out loud when he heard this.

However, the people below the stage could not hold it in any longer and burst into laughter.

Zhou Shucai was so angry that his hands and feet were trembling, and he pointed at his shadow and did not say a word for a long time.

These two brats were simply reckless. They actually dared to humiliate him like this.

When the competition was over, he would definitely find an opportunity to beat them up. Even if he were to beat them to death, it would be considered light!

Inadvertently, Zhou Shucai gave a meaningful glance to a certain corner on the stage, then quickly retracted his gaze, pretending as if nothing had happened, and looked at Shang Zifeng.

He mocked: "Brat, could it be that you can't come up? Otherwise, why would such a crazy guy interrupt midway to interfere with the competition? "

Shang Zifeng did not reply.

In his opinion, talking to this person was an insult to him.

whoosh *

With a sound, Shang Zifeng also easily opened the fan in his hand. His posture was even more perfect and tyrannical than Zhou Shucai's.

It was as if he had returned to the time when he was that hedonistic young master.

Even though he was dressed in tattered clothing, no one dared to look down on him just by looking at his skillful actions which revealed his noble temperament.

Shang Zifeng slowly waved his fan three times, and the fan immediately flew half a circle in midair, aiming straight at Zhou Shucai's neck.

Returning to his previous appearance of a popinjay, he jokingly spoke of the second verse.

"Sir, you do not eat feces when eating meat. Meat becomes feces when it reaches the stomach. Eating meat becomes feces is too much of a waste. A book is better off eating feces."

His teasing and clear voice was slowly heard.

Every word, every sound, was transmitted into the people's ears.

Everyone present felt as if they were bathed in spring breeze, as if they were anew.

When Shang Zifeng finished reciting the second half, the atmosphere in the plaza turned completely silent.

"Not many..." "Hua!"

A nameless gust of wind blew past, and another burst of laughter rang out.

This time around, it was even more intense than before …