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Chapter 152 Surrender or Die
He raised his sword and lowered his hand. When Shen Ming cut off Boss Liu's head, he found that his face had become blank with no facial features.

This Morrowind City... what the hell is going on.

Storyteller, waiter, boss, dancer.

……

Shen Ming frowned tightly.

They all have no facial features.

Before Shen Ming could think carefully, a large group of people suddenly poured into the teahouse.

"Which writer is it, what kind of poems and essays have just been written?"

"Would you allow us to pay our respects for a moment?"

Shen Ming was slightly taken aback, Wenhao?Is it him?

Here comes the business...

Shen Ming grinned and folded his arms around his chest.

"Huh? What do you want from me?"

"Did you write this poem?" Shen Ming stood up, holding a piece of rice paper in his hand, which was shining.

"It's not me, could it be you?" Shen Ming snorted coldly, but he was rather tempered.

There is no way, how can you sell it at a high price without showing some temper.

Money is such a thing, who would think too much, not to mention, he is not alone now, and he needs to support such a group of younger brothers, so the more money the better.

"The roc rises with the wind in one day and soars ninety thousand miles. Oh my God, it's such a magnificent and magnificent poem. It's so wonderful and exquisite!"

Shen Ming held up the poems in front of everyone and asked them to admire them.

Then put it away again.

This is a wealthy businessman who came out from the crowd. He was over seventy years old, but there was an uncontrollable flash of joy in his eyes.

Shen Ming looked him up and down, this person is not the kind of arty person.

On the contrary, I really like poetry, calligraphy and painting very much.

Presumably, he was once a Juren.

The smell of copper on his body could hardly conceal that bookishness.

"Young and promising, young and promising, this old man has never seen a few people who can write such vast poems at this age."

"What's more, today's Confucianism and Taoism are lonely, and no one puts their minds on reading."

"Nowadays, I can actually see such a calligraphy."

"Little brother, the old man offered 2000 taels to buy this poem. I don't know what you want?" The old wealthy businessman hesitated for a long time, and finally offered a price.

Shen Ming's eyes widened.

"2000 taels, are you looking down on me!"

"Little friend, I'm talking about gold."

"2000 taels, you think highly of me." Shen Ming's attitude changed instantly, and he quickly helped the old man to sit down.

2000 taels of gold, what is the concept?

It's about 6 taels of silver, and gold is still increasing in value.

"I'll leave it to you, hehehe."

Shen Ming smiled like a fool, and the old man also smiled like a fool.

"My little friend, if you have a masterpiece in the future, you can come to Nanjiang City to see me. My name is Qian Sanshu. As long as your calligraphy is good enough, you don't have to worry about me not being able to pay for it."

This tone made Shen Ming's heart tremble even more.

If the relationship is good, Qian Sanshu will become his cash machine in the future.

When you are short of money, you can find him.

However, Shen Ming looked him up and down, this Qian Sanshu didn't look like he wanted to be rich, he was dressed in common clothes, but his tone was very firm.

This may be the difference between the rich and the nouveau riche.

This little old man, not bad, not bad.

"Okay, don't worry, if I really have any good calligraphy, I will definitely give it to you as soon as possible. As for the money, it doesn't matter whether it's money or not, the main thing is, it's more or less a wish, not a free prostitution." Shen Ming grinned, it should be polite It's time to be courteous.

Besides, it was impossible for Qian Sanshu to actually prostitute his things for free.

"Then it's settled."

The two people had just reached a deal, and another person came over immediately.

"Young master, the talent value of your masterpiece has already reached 25 levels."

"Only the last four teahouses are left, and you can clear them all. Do you think you can defeat them in one fell swoop today?"

Shen Ming was slightly taken aback, he actually passed 25 levels in a row, counting the Xu Ji Teahouse he passed yesterday, that means he has now passed 26 levels.

Clearance is not in a hurry.

Shen Ming touched his chin. He was somewhat interested in getting through the tavern.

"Um, do you know how the restaurant across the street is considered a clearance?"

"Ah? This... In every tavern, there are two big brothers sitting in charge, and their realms are Chengfeng Realm and Shocking Thunder Realm."

"If your realm is in the realm of riding the wind, then you only need to challenge the challenger in the realm of riding the wind. If you are in the realm of thunder, then challenge the challenger in the realm of thunder. The game will be won only if one party dies or surrenders."

Shen Ming raised his eyebrows, surrender or die...

Of course it is surrender, he is short of manpower now.

The more people there are, the more powerful the momentum will be.

Walking in the streets and alleys, there are also cards, otherwise he is quite a big son, how can he do without some followers.

but……

A group of men.

Forget it, men will be men. From now on, I have to recruit a few smart and capable beautiful girls to be maids. This will be in line with my status and not make people laugh.

"Go, go to the tavern, and make trouble for me."

Shen Ming raised his arms for a while, Chen Ergou and the others turned around and opened the door for Shen Ming.

"This?" Such a group of scholars were stunned. Isn't Shen Ming a scholar? Why should he go to a restaurant to break through?

Could it be that he has both civil and martial arts, so he wants to pass both levels?

If you want to say that Shen Ming was able to pass the test in the teahouse with his literary talents, they actually believed it a little bit in their hearts.

But want to clear the restaurant?

almost impossible.

Moreover, don't look at the teahouse, there are only the last four levels left.

Those four levels are all masterpieces written by previous champions after more than ten years of painstaking research.

It is still difficult for Shen Ming to surpass.

After all, age is an issue, social experience and other aspects are far inferior to those old champions.

Shen Ming wasn't too worried about this.

After all, his cultural heritage comes from thousands of years of inheritance.

What to fear?

If he doesn't believe it, he can't find a poem to punish people in this world.

A mountain is higher than a mountain.

Shen Ming walked to the restaurant opposite the teahouse, opened the door, and shouted directly.

"I'm here to fight. Surrender or die."

There were many scholars following behind Shen Ming. They mainly came to watch the excitement. In fact, from the bottom of their hearts, they thought that Shen Ming should belong to the scholar camp.

For so many years, the friction between scholars and people in the world has never stopped in Morrowind City.

They think that these people in the world are all reckless, rough and uneducated people.

People in the rivers and lakes believe that a person who is useless is a scholar.

If Shen Ming could really make the restaurant lose face, then it would be a small victory for them.

"You group of scholars, are you all right to come to our restaurant for a fight? You are still looking for death."

The people in the restaurant and this group of scholars are really incompatible.

"Wait, don't talk yet, I'm here to compete in the ring."

"You are the only one who deserves to fight in the ring? I don't need the ring master to fight, and I can beat you out." The voice fell, and with a whoosh, the big man was thrown out by Shen Ming.

then……

"Where's the master?" Shen Ming picked his nose and said casually.

(End of this chapter)