Chapter 395 (1/2)



395 The scapegoat (1)

As he copied more and more poems, Xu Qi ‘an gradually found the trick of scholars “divinity show.” Only melonrind would answer what others asked.

He had to keep them in suspense.

Just like now, from the fourth to the guests, from the guests to the courtesans, from the courtesans to the maidservants at the table, they were all looking at him, waiting to see what would happen.

Under everyone’s gaze, Xu Qi ‘an stood up and paced around the hall. After seven steps, he stopped and said slowly, “”It takes ten years to sharpen a sword.”

Chu Yuanqi was stunned. He had just said that he was nurturing his sword, and Xu Qi ‘an immediately said this. It was obvious that the poem was written for him.

Number four was touched. He had never met Xu Qi ‘an before, but he was willing to compose a poem for him after a few drinks and a few words of conversation. He was so friendly and enthusiastic. It was really shameful.

No. 3 was a chivalrous scholar. Although he had some small shortcomings in pursuing profit, he was a person worth befriending in general. His cousin was even more warm-hearted than him. They were indeed brothers.

At the same time, Chu Yuanyou thought of the example of recluse Zi Yang and felt a little excited. He was also a scholar and loved poetry. He had no reason not to look forward to such a rare opportunity.

Xu Qi ‘an looked around at the crowd and read the second sentence, “”I haven’t tried the Frostblade.”

It took ten years to sharpen a sword, but he had never tried the Frostblade … The officials present chewed on the poem with smiles on their faces and bright eyes.

The couplets were neat. Whether it was the charm or the mood, it was not as good as Xu Qi ‘an’s previous poems. However, the charm of poems was not only in the charm and mood.

It took ten years to sharpen a sword, but the Frostblade had never been tested!

It was a short sentence, but it was full of ambition and pride. It took ten years to sharpen a sword. Only a young man like him could have such an extraordinary spirit.

Chu Yuanxi’s eyes lit up, and she unconsciously straightened her back. She leaned forward, looking forward to the next couplet.

It was too appropriate, too appropriate.

He had travelled far and wide over the years to broaden his horizons and cultivate his sword energy. This Supreme magical artifact of the human sect had always been hidden in its scabbard and had never been displayed.

It would eventually be unsheathed, but Chu Yuanyou had never thought about what kind of situation would make him unsheathe this sword.

It wasn’t until recently that the head of the Dao of the human sect sent a flying sword to summon him back to fight with li Miaozhen, a disciple of the heavenly sect, that Chu Yuanyou suddenly realized that he had been waiting for this moment.

However, he felt a little regretful. This sword was bound to be earth-shattering when it was unsheathed. He didn’t want to use it to kill li Miaozhen.

“What’s the lower Association? It takes ten years to sharpen a sword. Under what kind of circumstances will it be unsheathed?”

Chu Yuanxi muttered in her heart. She was filled with a desire to ‘learn’ from this.

“I haven’t thought of the second half yet.” Xu Qi ‘an shook his head and sighed.

“!!!”

“This, how did it disappear? It can’t be without it. How can a poem only have the first half?”

“Lord Xu, don’t be willful. We are still waiting.”