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When people inside saw Huo Yuanzhen coming in from outside, the reactions were different.

Hu Yan Aobo was stunned because he had never seen Huo Yuanzhen.

The four young talents in Jiangnan, except for the Tang Talent, all the other three changed their faces. Didn’t this monk see him at West Lake yesterday?

The three of them had instinctively a little afraid of this monk. This person is indeed a master of poetry, and I am afraid that his level of couplets is not low.

If you don’t recite scriptures and worship Buddha properly, why is this monk running around everywhere? He wants bad things, bad things.

The people in the Murong family looked bad. Because of Murong Qiuyu, they had no good feelings for Huo Yuanzhen. But since he was here to see the couplet, let him take a look.

Murong Qiuyu covered her little mouth with her hands, and tears flowed. This monk always appeared at the most critical moment, making her heart confused.

Huo Yuanzhen glanced at Murong Qiuyu, and the two looked at each other for a moment. Huo Yuanzhen nodded slightly to him, and a hint of love appeared in her eyes.

The meeting of a hint of eyes made Murong Qiuyu feel warm and calm invisibly. With him there, there must be no problem.

After looking around, Huo Yuanzhen took his expressions into his eyes, "I went out for a walk in the morning, but I didn't expect you to come so early."

After looking at Zhu Caizi among the four young talents, Huo Yuanzhen said again: "I said yesterday that I must have a goodbye to see you with several donors. I am not wrong."

Zhu Caizi had a fat face and a white array, and said, "Monk, you don't have to show off here. If the couplets don't match today, the Murong family's brand will be picked."

“Can there be a time limit?”

Wen Caizi next to him said, "There is a time limit. Within three incense sticks, you must meet them. Now two incense sticks have been burned. Oh, the third incense stick has been burned more than half."

Huo Yuanzhen looked into the middle of the hall and found that there was indeed an incense burner, with two burning sticks of incense inside, and one burning, and there was not much left.

Fortunately, he came back in time. Huo Yuanzhen looked at Murong Qiuyu and said to him: "Miss Murong, can I polish ink for me?"

"Um."

Murong Qiuyu nodded, then walked up obediently, rolled up her sleeves, exposed her snow-white wrists, and picked up the pen and ink that had been prepared on the table.

This ink was used by the Murong family to write couplets, but because it didn't match it, it never worked.

Seeing Murong Qiuyu polishing ink for Huo Yuanzhen, Hu Yan Aobo and the four young talents next to him all showed jealous eyes, thinking how could this Murong Qiuyu, who was taller than the sky, be so obedient, this monk is really lucky.

Huo Yuanzhen slowly came to the front of the four hanging couplets, and first looked at the first couplet.

This first couplet was written by Xu Caizi, which reads: "The boy beats the tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung

Huo Yuanzhen thought for a moment, and had a slight slut in his mind. He looked back at Murong Qiuyu.

Seeing Huo Yuanzhen, Murong Qiuyu showed a sweet smile, as if a hundred flowers were blooming. Everyone around him felt excited, thinking that if this smile bloomed for himself, he would be willing to live a few years less.

Huo Yuanzhen scratched his head a little, why are you laughing at me? I mean, have you polished the ink?

He walked to Murong Qiuyu helplessly: "Miss Murong, what's wrong?"

"It's almost done."

Murong Qiuyu handed the brush to Huo Yuanzhen, then pushed the inkstone back, took out the rice paper that had been prepared long ago and put it on, waiting for Huo Yuanzhen to get the right.

Huo Yuanzhen rolled up his sleeves, held the pen in one hand, wrote a second couplet on the rice paper, and handed it to Murong Qiuyu: "I'm sorry, Miss Murong, hang it up."

Murong Qiuyu took a look, smiled and nodded immediately, then came to the front of the couplet, personally boarded the stool, and hung the lower couplet on it.

When the monk saw that he met, Xu Caizi hurried to come here and watched carefully.

Not only did he watch, but the people behind him also stood on tiptoe to watch, and some even read it out.

"The first couplet is: The boy beats the tung veins, the tung veins fall, and the boy is happy. The second couplet is: The monk goes to the river, flows up the river, and the monk travels."

When someone read it out, someone immediately applauded and applauded.

"Okay! This master is indeed extraordinary, his parallelism is fair and his writing is well written."

"Yes, and he is a monk himself, so this couplet can be said to be seamless."

"Master, is this your inspiration when you take a shower?"

The people below, especially those from the Murong family, were all smiling and applauding Huo Yuan.

Xu Caizi's face looked a little ugly, and he couldn't help but say, "Monk, do you know how to swim? Be careful not to drown."

"Amitabha, if Donor Xu is willing to pretend to be a boy and go to the tung croaker, then I will not be able to go to the upper reaches of the river."

The people below burst into laughter and thought to themselves that the monk was really quick-witted. Not only did he meet the couplet, but he also sharply fought back Xu Caizi's difficult words, which was indeed wonderful.

Seeing Xu Caizi retreating in embarrassment, Huo Yuanzhen came to the front of the second couplet again.

When Huo Yuanzhen saw it, he laughed silently. This talented man in literary life was jealous of him. The couplets he gave were actually related to monks. No wonder they were not right.

The second couplet, the first couplet is: "The monk holds a boat and beats the arhat in the middle of the river."

This couplet has been studying for a long time, but I really haven't found the answer, because the difficulty of this couplet is that it is based on the shadow.

If a monk holds a boat, the bamboo pole will naturally hit the reflection of the monk Jiangzhong. It can be seen that this talented literary man was also jealous of yesterday's incident. He even thought about being able to beat Huo Yuanzhen when he made couplets.

Seeing Huo Yuanzhen standing in front of the couplet for a long time, the literary talent immediately rose up and came to Huo Yuanzhen shakingly, and said mockingly: "Monkey, don't you know how to swim? Why, let's take a boat and see how you will swim this time? Haha!"

"This couplet is indeed difficult, I have never thought of it for a while."

Huo Yuanzhen shook his head and made a thoughtful thought.

"This is naturally. You are lucky enough to meet Brother Xu's couplet. When you arrive at Wen, you can't think of passing the test!"

The people around were nervously worried about Huo Yuanzhen. If they could not meet two couplets, the Murong family would still be removed from the sign.

Murong Qiuyu was also a little nervous, but she still looked at Huo Yuanzhen with encouraging eyes. She firmly believed in her heart that Huo Yuanzhen would definitely succeed. This guy is so talented, but he teased himself at the beginning. How could he lose here?

Huo Yuanzhen slowly walked to Murong Qiuyu and shook his head in embarrassment: "Miss Murong, this couplet is difficult, give me some inspiration."

Murong Qiuyu rubbed her eyes that were still slightly swollen and whispered: "What inspiration can I give you? I can only polish the ink for you."

"It's not impossible to grind ink, I think about it."

Huo Yuanzhen thought about the old meaning, and then suddenly turned around and said to Wen Caizi: "I have it, thanks to Miss Murong's reminder, I luckily thought of a second couplet."

Wen Caizi's face changed: "If you think of anything, just say it quickly. Don't be arrogant and just deceive yourself."

Huo Yuanzhen smiled, then looked back at Murong Qiuyu who was lowering his head to polish the ink, and watched her shadow appear in the ink, and then said to him: "Miss Murong, I say, how about you write?"

Murong Qiuyu nodded: "Tell me."

Huo Yuanzhen spoke, "The beauty holds the pen, and the inkstone appears in Guanyin in the ink."

Murong Qiuyu paused for a moment, secretly glanced at Huo Yuanzhen, and then wrote the second couplet with a blushing face and hung it next to the second couplet.

When everyone saw it, they all shouted. This time, even the people from the Murong family stood up. Murong Qi praised it repeatedly: "This couplet of the master is really wonderful. Arhats are against Guanyin, shadows are against shadows, and beautiful sentences for the eternal periods, and beautiful sentences for the eternal periods!"

Murong Qiuyu's brothers were even more excited because the two sides agreed that as long as the Murong family met two of the couplets, the Huyan family would fail this time.

Now that Huo Yuanzhen has faced two pairs, the Murong family will no longer be removed from the sign, how can they not be excited?

Murong Qiuyu's brothers ran to Huo Yuanzhen and kept flattering. Among them, his elder brother was even more excited to send Huo Yuanzhen's shoulders to encourage him.

Huo Yuanzhen said coldly to the people: "Amitabha, several donors, this inspiration was brought to me by Miss Murong. If you want to thank me, you should also thank Miss Murong."

The few people were suddenly embarrassed and asked them to thank them, but they couldn't open their mouths to thank Murong Qiuyu.

Murong Qiuyu didn't raise her head and continued to grind the ink: "No need, the little girl can't accept the gratitude of her brothers. She shouldn't make noise here."

His brothers also lowered their heads and turned around, refusing to talk to Murong Qiuyu much, and each returned to their seats.

Huo Yuanzhen turned around and said to Hu Yan Aobo: "Young Master Hu Yan, I wonder if you still need me to have a couplet for you next?"

Before Hu Yan Aobo answered, Zhu Caizi stood up: "Monk, we didn't decide the winner yesterday, and you can't retreat today. I wish someone's couplet, you haven't met yet!"

Huo Yuanzhen smiled slightly: "Since that's the case, I will look at the couplet of the donor Zhu, but since the agreement between the two families has been completed, what if I meet the couplet of the donor Zhu, what if I meet?"

"It's a match...what do you think it's a match?"

Huo Yuanzhen's eyes rolled, "If I meet, please give me a picture on the spot to show my bet."

"This is OK. I wish someone a poem, song, painting, and scenery description."

Looking at Zhu Caizi's arrogant look, Huo Yuanzhen said again: "But what to draw at that time, I have to say the final word."

Zhu Caizi hesitated for a moment: "I won't draw it too much. If you ask me to draw a brothel, I don't know where the door of the brothel will open."

Looking at the shameless fat man in front of him, Huo Yuanzhen said: "Of course it's not a brothel, just draw a picture of a chicken eating rice."

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Chapter completed!