Lanke Chess Edge

Du Ming Mansion, another big city in Jizhou, since he went to the land of Zuyue, every time Ji Yuan saw such a stable and powerful city like Dazhen, he would feel a little emotional.

In fact, from a personal point of view, Dazhen also has a lot of problems, but there is no perfect place in the world, and Dazhen has already stood out against the backdrop of her colleagues around her.

Walking on the streets of Du Ming's mansion, Ji Yuan was like an ordinary tourist, walking around the city, and finally chose a suitable street corner. A round stool, and then sat there.

Unlike Lu Shanjun who was testing Lu Chengfeng on the way, Ji Yuan also had his own plan.

In the whole Jizhou Wulin, there are two areas with the largest groups of warriors, one is Dingyuan Mansion, and the other is Du Ming Mansion. Although Desheng Mansion has Luoxia Villa, it is not as good as these two places compared to the whole martial arts background, and among them Du Ming's mansion is even worse.

The martial arts conference held this time is actually not a casual meeting, but a grand event of Jizhou martial arts. Even the owner and the third owner of Luoxia Villa will attend, intending to help improve the status of Jizhou martial arts. It raised the status of the conference by more than one notch, and many warriors from the surrounding states also came to participate in the conference. The scale is not small, and even the Du Ming government officials were alarmed.

Ji Yuan suddenly set up a table in this corner, of course not for basking in the sun, one is to sell some handicrafts to earn some money, and the other is to wait for someone.

It is impossible that there is nothing on the table, but Ji Yuan took out the four treasures of the study, such as pen, ink, paper and inkstone, put the pen on the pen stand, and began to sharpen the ink himself.

Today's weather looks gloomy, but it's just because it's still early, Ji Yuan knows that the sun will pierce the cloud in a short time, and it will be a fine weather then.

As Ji Yuan slowly rubbed the ink, the skylight began to show its power gradually, the clouds on the top began to show signs of dissipating, and there were more pedestrians nearby.

This street corner is obviously also a place that some small vendors like. It didn't take long for some vegetable sellers to set up stalls or lay carpets, and some people frequently looked at Ji Yuan.

It is amazing that the first ray of sunlight broke through the blockade of the cloud and hit Ji Yuan's table first, making this place show a unique sense of light.

However, only some vendors in the surrounding area saw this scene, and after a maximum of a dozen breaths, more and more sunlight shone down, and the weather gradually cleared up.

"Sir, what are you going to do?"

Finally, a commoner who sells dry goods asked curiously.

Ji Yuan looked at him, his skin was dark and his face was full of grooves, he looked old, but in fact he might only be in his 30s or 40s.

"It's not different from what you're doing, but I'm just selling pens and inks."

"oh."

The man nodded to show that he understood. Aren't they just selling calligraphy? This kind of poor scholar is the most in the year after year, but it is rare in this season, but it is not impossible.

Ji Yuan looked at the crowds around him, thought for a while, took the Langhao pen, dipped it in some ink, and wrote a few words on two pieces of white paper.

Write family letters on behalf of others, sell characters and ask hexagrams.

The two white papers are placed on the corner of the table. Although they don't look conspicuous, the handwriting is always beautiful.

After finishing writing, Ji Yuan placed the second stool under the table opposite the table case, as a place for guests to sit for a while.

It's a pity that although Ji Yuan's appearance is good, he definitely doesn't look like a fortune teller from the table decoration to the attire, and there is no signboard. Simply putting two pieces of paper is obviously not enough, so there are many people coming and going. Not many sat down at the booth.

However, Ji Yuan is not really for business, it is mainly for one person, when three people pass by from a distance, Ji Yuan opens his eyes of repose.

Although the three people had already passed by the table, but the leader also glanced at the white paper on the table, Ji Yuan knew they would come back.

Sure enough, the three of them stopped seven or eight steps ahead, and then turned back.

They were all dressed in gorgeous clothes. The leader, with white jade inlaid on the small crown of the bun hair, was burly and slightly fat. He led the two people behind him to the table, looked at the words and looked at them with a smile on his face. Plan fate.

"The handwriting is not bad, but you still know how to tell a fortune teller?"

The man who spoke was about forty or fifty years old. Although he looked pampered, he had calluses on his knuckles and a layer of darker skin on the tiger's mouth. Given his martial arts attainments, he naturally knew that this was the result of years of using weapons. After all Such a person cannot be wielding a hoe.

Hearing the other party's question, Ji Yuan looked at them and said with a smile.

"I know a little bit, do you want to buy characters, or ask divination?"

This accountant Yuan deliberately concealed his eyes, so the blue eyes did not show even under such a mutual gaze, but the waveless eyes remained unchanged.

The leading man frowned and looked at Ji Yuan.

"Sir, where have you and I met before, why are you so kind?"

‘Lannink, of course we have. '

With such thoughts in his heart, Ji Yuan squinted his eyes in thought, then shook his head.

"I can't remember, maybe I've seen it before. Are you going to buy calligraphy or ask questions?"

Ji Yuan asked again.

"Okay, I don't care about it, you write me two good words, if you want to write a long scroll, I will tell you to write."

Ji Yuan nodded, pulled a piece of paper from the side, took out a pen and dipped it in ink, and said something when he was ready.

"Please say."

"You just write, let your spirit be a hero, a dragon among men."

Ji Yuan wrote eight majestic big characters in one stroke, and the inscription on the side is Mr. Yuan, not Mr. Ji who is very useful.

"Not bad, sir, this word is well written, how much is it?"

Ji Yuan thought about it.

"Nine taels of silver."

When the people around heard it, they immediately exploded.

"Nine taels? Why don't you grab it! Do you really consider yourself a master?"

Ji Yuan shook his head and explained.

"You can't say that, the works of famous masters may not be as valuable as my calligraphy, and if you buy my calligraphy, I will send you a few words, maybe you can escape a catastrophe!"

The man who asked for calligraphy before also sneered. An unknown person, the handwriting is really good, but nine taels is a big mouth, and it is only a few dozen taels to ask famous masters in Chunhui Mansion to write. As for the so-called catastrophe, it is even worse. Nonsense.

"let's go."

The man put away the scroll, said this and left immediately.

"Hey, everyone, this is the best rice paper, only a hundred coins can buy one foot."

Ji Yuan stood up and yelled, among the three people in front, only one looked back at Ji Yuan, his eyes were quite fierce, he took out two pieces of silver from the purse and threw them on the table, then he and his companions also shook hands Left without returning.

"Okay, I lost..."

Ji Yuan sighed and sat back in his seat.

The stall man next to him who had spoken before said "tsk tsk".

"I said sir, you dare to ask such a cruel price for that vicious one? Nine taels of silver is enough for our family to eat for a year or two. Even the two pieces of silver on the table are estimated to be worth two hundred Wen. Writing a few words is enough to make money."

Ji Yuan was a little dumbfounded, this sarcastic comment was obviously the kind of layman's talk that only sees other people taking money but not seeing other people's costs.

"Brother, I am a three-layer sandalwood paper made of Jinzhou cork, which is made through dozens of processes. Only Xiangmoxuan in Beijing sells it. The cost of one foot is no less than a hundred yuan. This is still more than a dozen He took away the price from years ago, it was three feet long, and it was framed, so even if I don’t count the money, I’m still at a loss.”

This was originally planned by Ji Yuan from Chufu in the capital, and together with the affection of staying overnight, he left a decree in return.

The man next to him was startled.

"A piece of paper is so expensive? Oops, you're out of luck, sir."

"No!"

Ji Yuan said something angrily, and then began to tidy up the things on the table.

"Mister is leaving?"

The stall owner next to him was puzzled.

"Mr. Business left after just one order?"

"I don't want to keep it anymore, what kind of loss will I have to pay for the extra orders?"

The man next to him couldn't help gloating, he snickered and tidied up the things in his booth, and was about to say something, when he looked up, he found that Ji Yuan had disappeared.

Not only are people gone, but the Zhang Zhuo case and the stool are gone.

The man stood up and looked back and forth on the street, but he didn't see anyone. Not only did he not see Ji Yuan's shadow, but the three people who had left before came back in a hurry. He sat down and acted like he didn't notice anything.

The three men returned to the position of Ji Yuan's table just now, looked around but saw no one.

"Master Lan, the calligraphy seller is gone!"

"Strange, it was still there just now."

The leading man frowned and glanced around, looking at the farmers who set up a stall selling dry goods.

"Hey, where are the people next to you, when did you leave and where did you go?"

"No, I didn't pay attention. I wanted to chat with this gentleman just now. When I lost my mind, he disappeared. Yes, but it's a bit weird!"

The farmer spoke truthfully.

The three people looked left and right, and the person in the middle unfolded and looked at the previous scroll. The original text on it had clearly changed.

Let Qi be a hero, just think about it, the dragon among men is worthy of you.

The words are still good, but with eight more words, the implication is unacceptable. No wonder the three of them ran back very angrily.

The peasants are illiterate, but they can see that there are obviously too many words, and they should have made a profit, but seeing the angry look of the man, it is estimated that what they wrote is not good.

The visitor searched around but failed to find the real master, and finally left in anger.

And the farmer who set up a stall on the other side felt a kind of magic after recalling it.