"Today is the last day of the Cold Food Festival. I guess you all have a busy schedule to come here. Time is limited. Writing poems is the fastest, so let's compare poems."

Mrs. Zhang's old eyes moved slightly, staring at Chen Yanjun.

Although the Zhang family has investigated Mr. Chen's poetry level, there are variables in his poetry.

For example, you can make multiple backup songs in advance.

You can also spend money to buy poems from poets and compose them for yourself.

Even if you don't cheat in advance, if you happen to come across a subject that you have some insights into, you will still write a popular poem.

The previously established rule is that Zhang Wei must be superior to his opponent in both literature, Tao and military skills to be considered a winner, so don't be careless.

Seeing Chen Yanjun's confident look, Mrs. Zhang said coldly:

"In order to have a fair competition, one party asked an outsider to write the poem title, and the other party asked an outsider to blindly comment on the poem."

When Li Chan heard this, she immediately rushed to suggest:

"This is the first time Dr. Cheng meets Mr. Chen. He is considered an outsider, so he will propose the topic. What do you think, madam?"

Cui Yourong nodded.

"We have Dr. Lao Cheng."

Mrs. Zhang then said again:

"In order to ensure fairness, I ask Dr. Cheng to write the title of the poem on paper now, shape it into a ball, and place it on the Eight Immortals table. It cannot be changed."

Cheng Zhiang took a piece of paper, thought about it, put down the ink, wrote the title of the poem, kneaded it into a ball, and placed it on the Eight Immortals table in the hall.

Mrs. Zhang nodded slightly and said:

"Since Mrs. Cui has asked someone to come up with a good title, I will send someone to Nanxianfang to find a random Confucian master to blindly comment on your poems."

Cui Yourong nodded in agreement.

Afterwards, Zhang's mother sent two followers to drive out to Nanxianfang Street.

Cui Yourong and Princess Ping An looked at each other.

Both of them guessed that the Zhang family had made preparations in advance, and this time they went out to bring in reinforcements to ensure that no accidents occurred.

After all, poetry has always been random. Li Du once wrote bad poems, and poor scholars occasionally came up with golden lines.

In fact, this is exactly the case.

In order to appear trustworthy, the two guards searched Nanxianfang for a long time.

Zhang Wei calmly picked up the tea cup and suddenly said to Chen Yanjun:

"I have nothing to do. I just heard from my wife that Mr. Chen has been practicing martial arts recently. Zhang happens to be an assistant martial artist. I also want to ask Mr. Chen for some tips."

Chen Yanjun has no intention of fighting Master Zhang. If he loses, he will lose face. If he wins, he will have to pay for the soup and medicine. It is even more likely that the Zhang family will take advantage of him.

"There are differences in cultivation. Chen is willing to be inferior in martial arts. There is no need to compare."

"Besides, it doesn't matter if Chen is injured. Mr. Zhang has a delicate body. If he is injured at all, the Du family cannot afford it."

Zhang Wei snorted coldly, like a hippopotamus snorting.

He said this as if he could win...

Zhang Wei's plan is to defeat the opponent with force in advance and frustrate the opponent's self-esteem without having to compete with spiritual power. This will make it difficult for the opponent to perform to his best in the poetry competition.

At the same time, it would also make Du Qiuzao completely give up on this useless man.

"We won't know the winner until we compete. I will suppress my spiritual power and pay attention to the severity, so as not to hurt my future father-in-law."

Chen Yanjun shook his head:

"No comparison."

Mrs. Zhang said with a straight face:

"It has to be compared. This has nothing to do with Mr. Chen, but to prove Quan Sun's military strategy in front of Qiu Zhuo so that Mrs. Cui can't find an excuse to refuse the marriage."

Chen Yanjun really didn't expect that the Zhang family would be so arrogant just because they were popular in front of Eunuch Qiu.

"It's okay to really compare."

"Although Chen is a martial arts practitioner, he is not interested in competing with anyone. A martial arts competition may result in injuries and loss of face, so you have to be careful."

"For example, something to bet on..."

Zhang Wei frowned. Is this kid still a gambler? Or do you want to rely on betting to make him give up his plan to compete?

He snorted coldly with his belly full:

"What do you want to bet on?"

Chen Yanjun turned around, looked at the six large boxes of betrothal gifts in the main hall, and pretended to say casually:

"Let's bet on these betrothal gifts. Anyway, Shi Chen will definitely win. I have brought these betrothal gift belts. It's not appropriate to carry them back, so I left them to me."

In fact, when he entered the hall just now, he was curious about what the six large boxes of betrothal gifts contained.

Is it enough for him to condense his Qi and form elixirs to pass the barrier?

He didn't want to take away people's property, but this young man was determined to humiliate him...

As an elder, he could only accept the betrothal gift in another safe way.

Everyone was shocked and didn't know what Chen Yanjun meant.

Mrs. Zhang's brows stood up, her folds trembled slightly, and a cold light appeared in her eyes.

If it weren't for the presence of a fifth-grade martial artist, she would have already unleashed her coercion and shocked the entire audience!

Mr. Zhang actually had the bearing of a Confucian scholar. He smiled and said cruel words extremely calmly:

"It seems that Mr. Chen is very confident in his poetic talent. Let's see. If Mr. Zhang wins the competition, Mr. Chen is asked to leave Cui's house. He has no power to tie the chicken and is not qualified to be Zhang's future father-in-law."

Chen Yanjun shook his head again and said calmly:

"Chen will not bet on the affection between him and his wife. What I am asking for is property. I also ask Mr. Zhang to make a financial bet."

Zhang Wei sneered and thought, who wants the property of a poor scholar like you?

"In this case, Zhang will not bet, just in exchange for another condition: fists and feet have no eyes, Mr. Chen is injured, please don't blame me."

Worried that Chen Yanjun would refuse due to fear, he added:

"Don't be afraid, Mr. Chen. As long as you don't die, no matter how serious your injury is... you will be cured one day."

However, this time, Chen Yanjun unexpectedly nodded.

"That's fair."

Subsequently, the two parties signed the gambling agreement and the disclaimer in sequence under the notarization of Princess Ping An.

The competition begins!

Both sides stood firm.

The whole place was silent.

Chen Yanjun carefully put away the deed.

Turn around.

--boom!
Chapter completed!