Hearing these sincere blessings, Cui Xian smiled and bowed: "Everyone, let's meet in Luoyang."
Zhang Tingyu got on the carriage.
Before setting off, he opened the car curtain and looked at Jia Shao standing by the lake.
After a long silence, he murmured, "I am blind to the true talent. I think that with Brother Jia Shao's amazing knowledge, he is indeed qualified to look down on Senior Brother Cui. After all, geniuses are always conceited."
The scholars in the carriage rarely refuted.
After all, even Senior Brother Su was suppressed by Jia Shao!
Looking back on this experience of just one or two days, it was truly a dream.
But everyone firmly believes that
After the Luoyang Literary Meeting, the name Jia Shao will surely become famous in Daliang!
Not long after.
The postman of Baofeng County heard a lot of horse hoof sounds coming from outside and hurried out to receive them.
As soon as they went out, they were stunned.
Several postmen almost thought they were dazzled. They rubbed their eyes vigorously and wondered, "Master Su, everyone, didn't you leave? Why are you back again?"
"Don't you want to attend the Luoyang Flower Appreciation Conference?"
Everyone: “…”
Su Qi: “…”
The other side.
Cui Xian held the invitation of the "Anti-Xian Alliance" with a strange expression on his face.
It's interesting to talk about.
He remained silent for five years, and then walked out of Nanyang. Whenever he met an old farmer, he would recite the line "Every grain of rice is hard-earned".
Then I met Zhang Tingyu and a group of "fans".
Now it's even more outrageous, he's going to attend the 'anti-fan meeting'.
It’s true. I’m no longer in the world, but there are always legends about me in the world, right?
Five days later.
Mengjin County.
On the banks of the Yellow River, Hongyan Tower.
In the distance, the wide Yellow River was surging and rolling, and the river wind on the building was whistling and the roar was deafening.
But the quarreling of a group of "Anti-Xian Alliance" members suppressed the roar of the wind.
"I heard that when Cui Xian was eight years old, he was very handsome, like a fairy! Now that he has grown up, he must be even more handsome! We are ugly and don't even have a distinctive appearance! Just in terms of appearance, we lose directly!"
"I heard that Cui Xian can write beautiful calligraphy! Are there any calligraphers among the dozens of us?"
"Cui Xian can also write poetry!"
"Cui Xian's eight-part essay is also unique!"
"That's enough! If you keep talking, I'm almost going to worship this person!"
"Ridiculous, who would worship a person who has run out of ideas?"
"Stop arguing! The most urgent task now is to find a talented person who is as good-looking, good at writing, poetry, and essays as Cui Xian, to be the leader of our anti-Xian alliance! Lead us to the Luoyang Literary Association to raise our voices and teach Cui Xian, who is seeking fame and reputation, a lesson!"
"Su Qi has received the invitation and should be here soon."
"Really? That's great! Su Qi is definitely better than Cui Xian in every aspect, hahahaha!"
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