Traveling through time and space to become a child, supporting the family by catching fish and shrim

Ke Jin's expression suddenly changed, and he said, "This is impossible!"

After saying that, he snatched the paper from the shopkeeper's hand and looked at it carefully.

"Boat PC World Weng, fishing alone trees and snow."

"Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rings at midnight to the passenger ship."

"If you want to see a thousand miles away, go to the next level."

……

Ke Jin's whole body trembled violently, and the paper in his hand fell lightly to the ground.

Why are the poems written in such a short period of time of such high quality?

Is this something that only a show can do?

A spectator was quick to pick up the paper that had fallen to the ground and recite the poem on it aloud.

The frog sounds became a continuous chorus.

Anyone with a little knowledge knows how high the level of these poems is.

Chen Lang rubbed his sore wrist and glanced at Ke Jin provocatively: "Why, are you convinced?"

Ke Jin smiled bitterly, sat down on the chair and stopped talking.

Chen Lang raised three fingers: "Blow Poke!"

However, no one at the scene understood this joke.

Chen Lang tried to show off but ended up with nothing.

After three people fell in succession, Ran Ming, the youngest of the six famous scholars, who had just turned twenty, could no longer bear it and stood up and said, "Let me compete with you!"

Then he pulled out a jade flute from his waist and said, "I want to compete with you in playing the flute!"

Chen Lang glanced at Ran Ming sideways and said, "I only accept others playing my flute."

Ran Ming was stunned and said, "Then take it out and I'll blow yours."

Chen Lang suppressed his smile and said, "I don't have any hobbies in this area."

Ran Ming was confused and had no idea what Chen Lang meant.

Wei Zifan's face turned pale as he said, "Chen Lang, you are truly disrespectful to say such vulgar and vulgar things in broad daylight."

Chen Lang said, "Oh? So you know a lot."

Wei Zifan said: "I... I don't understand..."

"If you don't understand, why do you say I'm speaking obscene language? It's just playing the flute, how is it obscene?"

"Only people with dirty minds would interpret such serious words as vulgar." Chen Lang said slowly.

Wei Zifan almost vomited blood.

Ran Ming said, "Mr. Chen, don't change the subject. Just tell me if you dare to compete with me!"

Chen Lang said: "No comparison."

Ran Ming sarcastically asked, "Are you scared?"

Chen Lang said, "This has nothing to do with whether I'm afraid or not. It's just that I'm so much older than you. Even if I beat you, people will still accuse me of bullying the weak."

"It is disrespectful to the elderly and against etiquette and law."

Ran Ming's face turned green. He walked up to Chen Lang, pulled his sleeve, and forced him to compete with him.

Chen Lang looked at the spectators around him and said helplessly, "Children's emotions are easily out of control."

The spectators were discussing the matter, and most of them agreed with Chen Lang's point of view.

When playing a musical instrument, you must first be calm. The more impetuous you are, the lower the quality of the music you play.

Chen Lang is truly a man of high moral character. He knows that Ran Ming is out of control at the moment, so he doesn't compete with him, lest Ran Ming ruin his own reputation.

Unfortunately, Ran Ming is young and cannot see this.

It’s no wonder that Chen Lang has such an open mind and can discuss scriptures and philosophy with Master Xiao for several days.

Wei Zifan stepped forward and pulled Ran Ming away.

If you continue to make trouble, you will really lose all your face.

Chen Lang looked at Wei Zifan and said with a half-smile, "Before today, someone told me that Master Wei was a man of great learning, a dashing man, and a handsome and elegant man."

“I was very disappointed to see it today.”

"Perhaps Master Wei is truly talented, but I only see one word in you."

"surface."

Wei Zifan was furious: "How dare you scold me!"

Chen Lang didn't respond, but stretched lazily: "Qinzhou Prefecture really disappointed me."

These words were just groundless rants, but no one from the Qinzhou Prefecture present dared to stand up and say anything.

After all, the six famous scholars are no match for Chen Lang, and if they go up again, they will just be serving as food.

Chen Lang looked around and felt that the temperature had reached a point where if he continued to taunt, the fight would probably turn from verbal to physical.

After tidying up his clothes, Chen Lang walked leisurely towards the stairs.

At this time, he noticed that Xue Feng was still sitting on the ground, thinking about the couplet, and asked casually: "Master Xue, have you figured it out?"

Xue Feng raised his head, his eyes full of confusion.

Chen Lang said, "It's okay if you can't think of it. After all, your literary talent is only at this level."

Xue Feng spat out a mouthful of blood.

Chen Lang raised his eyebrows and said, "We were just doing this for fun, but I never thought Brother Xue would vomit dozens of ounces of blood today. I really admire him. I admire him."

Unfortunately, if there was a fan in my hand, it would be...Thailand Marumi!

After Chen Lang left, the onlookers at the scene also dispersed one after another.

Ying Er and Xu Mengru also mixed in with the crowd and sneaked away.

In the elegant seats on the second floor, Ke Jin and others were left staring at each other in amazement.

After a long while, Ke Jin sighed and said, "I finally fell into his trap."

After careful consideration, everyone found that what Ke Jin said made a lot of sense.

Chen Lang is indeed a talented person. At least in the field of poetry, Chen Lang's level is far higher than that of the other six.

Chen Lang also knew very well where his advantages lay. From the moment they met, he had been leading the conversation towards poetry, and then used his impressive record of writing fourteen poems with a cup of tea to humiliate this group of people.

Ran Ming suggested a competition of musical instruments as a way to break the deadlock, but Chen Lang was too cunning. He made a joke and skipped the matter of competing in musical instruments. He immediately stopped the competition and left with a great victory.

After this incident, the voices questioning whether Chen Lang is qualified to be the head of the court will gradually disappear.

"He's using our reputation to consolidate his position as the top case officer in his department. This guy is truly cunning." Liu Yizhou said indignantly.

Wei Zifan said, "What's the point of getting excited now? Why didn't you stand up and compete with him just now?"

Liu Yizhou was speechless: "I..."

Ke Jin stepped forward to smooth things over: "Okay, now is the time, let's not fight among ourselves."

Liu Yizhou nodded and said, "That's right. The most urgent thing is to think about how to regain the lost face."

Ke Jin sighed, "Although he was cunning, his talent was truly formidable. Thinking about those fourteen poems he wrote now, I still get a chill in my heart. It's going to be difficult to redeem myself."

Liu Yizhou said indignantly: "Is this the end of the story?"

Wei Zifan said: "Of course we can't just let it go like this!"

"How can we, as scholars, be bullied by a street vendor?"

"Brother Ke, you're from Guangling Prefecture, so you should know more about Chen Lang than we do. Does he have any flaws? Or any shameful things?"

Ke Jin shook his head.

Wei Zifan gritted his teeth and said, "Then let's investigate carefully. I don't believe it. Could it be that he is a perfect person without any flaws?"