Xianjin decided to put aside his emotional entanglement with Hu Jian for now, and leaned over to ask Qiao Fangzhi, "Master, if we put aside the unfair factor of region, do we still have a way to win?"

Qiao Fangzhi was calm and composed. He shook his head and scraped the surface of the tea with the lid. He took a sip and said, "Yes."

The gold flashed brightly, and the two eyes shone brightly.

"Think about it yourself." Qiao Fangzhi put down the teacup. "I'm just an ordinary scholar. I don't know how to do business."

Xianjin:...

Sometimes it may not be Qiao Hui's fault that he deserves a beating, it is heredity, it is genes, it is an eternal inheritance.

Xianjin scratched his head, trying to imitate Chen Sanlang and act like a spoiled child, so he pinched his voice and said, "Master--father--"

As soon as I opened my mouth, I scared myself.

Damn, where did this bamboo green snake come from? It’s hissing and I can tell it’s not a real snake.

Qiao Fangzhi was also very distressed: a big dark brown rat, stiffly and boldly acting pretentiously towards you, is unbearable for anyone.

Qiao Fangzhi waved his hand and said, "If you really want to be filial, don't disgust your teacher."

Qiao Fangzhi pushed the teacup aside: after drinking the tea, he had difficulty falling asleep tonight, and he didn't want to suffer from insomnia and hear this vicious voice when he closed his eyes.

"Your carved rice paper is pretty good. Bring me two rolls one day." Qiao Fangzhi began to order food. "The one with the twelve-color flower gods is pretty good. Although the textures are not as clear as the real paintings, it can be seen that these twelve paintings are not practice works. At least there is some skill and talent behind them."

Oh, the Twelve-Color Flower God is Taku’s Star of Hope’s fucking flower and bird detailed painting.

Xianjin nodded in agreement, but he felt that at this moment, Qiao Fangzhi's offer of the silk rice paper should be more than just a free gift...

Qiao Hui is still the best, he says whatever he wants and answers whatever you ask.

Teacher Qiao is used to being a teacher, so he likes to guide you in subtle details, allowing you to make your own efforts to open up your Ren and Du meridians - just like in later classes, ordinary teachers would like to break down the knowledge points and feed them to you; while the famous teacher with a goatee would look at a problem, turn around and write a formula on the blackboard, and then underline it with chalk very naturally, and say, "This problem is too simple, I will just stop here."

Ahhhh!

The idea of ​​stopping at the right time is only useful for top students, but it is useless for an academic vase like her who only has pretty looks!

Xianjin thought for a moment, then took out the ruby ​​and sapphire dagger from his arms. He pushed the scabbard upwards with the tip of his thumb, revealing a lifelike crane shining with cold light on the handle.

After Qiao Fangzhi saw the object clearly, his brows froze and he looked at Xianjin in disbelief.

"Master, the big shot in the capital...the one who likes cranes is Princess Bai'an, right?" Xianjin asked softly with his back straight, his eyes burning.

Qiao Fangzhi opened his mouth, looked at Xianjin, then looked at the dagger, and then looked at Xianjin again - an ordinary third place winner in the imperial examination. His brain suddenly short-circuited: How could these two people who had nothing in common have such a connection?

Xianjin smiled with curved lips.

Master Qiao's reaction showed that he had guessed correctly.

Outside the window, the dusk covered everything in the world. The Jixi workshop was a bit far away, so I would have to stay there for more than half an hour before returning.

Qiao Fangzhi wanted to ask about the origin of the dagger, but Xianjin pretended to stop at the right time.

Qiao Fangzhi suddenly felt angry: Sometimes a great writer would accept a disciple for the purpose of self-cultivation.

Xianjin was pretending to be cool to the end and refused to say anything. He said a few more random words and then stood up to say goodbye.

Qiao Fangzhi bit his back teeth and nodded. When he raised his chin, the old man beside him brought a thick scroll from the inner hall.

Xianjin is horrified: The director is recuperating in seclusion, but he still gives her so many questions! ? Is he dedicated to his job, or does he simply want her to die?

Although learning is a journey of hardship, she has to finish so many questions, her hard work can build an aircraft carrier!

Xianjin smiled awkwardly but politely, "...Master, we need to improve our writing skills, but now is the critical juncture for making tribute..."

"Why don't you wait for Qiao Hui to come back and review your papers so he can learn new things?"

Qiao Fangzhi said, "Tsk!" "Here! This is a picture I made randomly during my recuperation. Take a close look at it. If you think it's useful, pick it out. If not, help me destroy it."

Xianjin smiled flatteringly, "How can it be useless? The ink dots you throw are all famous paintings through the ages!"

"I will frame all these masterpieces for you and hang them on the wall of Xuanzhou City. They must be seen by everyone!"

Qiao Fangzhi: ...

It has been a long time since I last listened to the carefully crafted flattery by academic garbage. Now, listening to it, I feel refreshed and refreshed.

He could somewhat understand why some of the disciples accepted by great writers were of very mediocre level, or even had a hard-to-describe feeling - people accepted these disciples not to contribute to the cause of literature, but for their own physical and mental health.

Qiao Fangzhi waved his hand and chased the brown rat away. "Go away, go away. Don't be an eyesore here."

After enduring for a long time, he could no longer endure it. "After you take off the clothes, I will buy you some bright satin. Your father has dressed himself up and made himself look very attractive, but he has a daughter who looks like a big reptile..."

As soon as the big reptile came out of Baige Hall with the scroll in his arms, he leaned against the vermilion pillar and opened the scroll bit by bit in the dim light.

There were about a hundred sheets of paper inside.

It was indeed a casual drawing.

The picture on each piece of paper is different.

There are the endless Wumeng Mountains, the trickling Qinhuai River, the solemn Forbidden City, the hawkers walking the streets, the wine shops with banners flying, the solemn government offices, and the academies with pavilions and towers...

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