Inside the wall, the sound of silk and bamboo kept coming out, and some people talked and laughed, which attracted people's attention, but outside the wall, there was a large number of scholars around the table, looking at the old monk with a pen and sneering.

This wall seems to separate two worlds.

A bookish smell comes to the nose, and a noisy and noisy place, just like a downtown area.

It's one thing to laugh, but when these scholars saw the old monk with a serious face, they also frowned.

If it weren't for the fact that this monk really has the ability to compose poetry?

But this monk doesn't even seem to know how to recite a few words of poetry, so how can he compose poetry?

However, the handsome and elegant young man from before looked like a celebrity and had an extraordinary momentum.

Thinking of this, everyone's nervous hearts calmed down slightly, especially the young man of the family who had made a bet with the old monk before, and now they are much more at ease.

Suddenly, the old monk waved his hand, like lightning wave of pen and ink, and in an instant, he wrote it and put it away and handed it over to the next person, which was really fast.

Countless people were still stunned, and the next person took the paper and entered the house.

"What the hell, I haven't seen it yet, why did you take it in?"

"Could it be that this monk knows that he is going to lose, and he is afraid of losing face, so he doesn't dare to show us! Look at this monk, if he dares to run, arrest him!"

"Hahaha, I know that this monk doesn't have much ink in his stomach, you say he can recite scriptures, I still believe, you say he can write poems?

......

For a while, many scholars stared at the old monk with unkind eyes, and even secretly surrounded him, for fear that he would escape.

But the old monk didn't care at all, the old god was there, sitting on the table whistling, extremely comfortable, and that arrogant posture made people want to fight.

"Hehe, I knew that this man didn't have any ink, and he finished writing so quickly? I'm afraid I couldn't even put the verses together, right?"

An arrogant and noble young man looked at the old monk with a sneer, his eyes were full of disdain, and he said with a smile: "I still say the same sentence, what good poems can you write, I will swallow all these papers in my stomach!"

"It's the little boy of Zhang's Mansion! Why is he here too?"

"Even he is here, this monk is afraid that there is no good fruit to eat!"

...

Many people around pointed here, obviously the reputation of the little boy of this mansion was not good, but the old monk still ignored it, looking complacent.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, a woman's exclamation sounded in the courtyard of the wall, causing many people to fall silent and listen with their ears pricked up.

"Who wrote this poem?"

The woman frowned slightly and asked, so frightened that the subordinate hurriedly replied, "Miss Yu, this poem was sent from outside the mansion!"

"Oh, what poem caused Miss Zhao to be so shocked, can I wait and see?"

Someone asked suspiciously, but many people outside blushed with laughter.

What kind of poems does a monk make? Could it be that he wrote a Buddhist scripture and handed it in, which shocked the owner inside?

They wanted to laugh, but they didn't dare to laugh out loud for fear of disturbing the people inside the courtyard walls.

Although the voice inside was not loud, there was no formation to isolate the outside world, and many people had a little bit of cultivation, so they could naturally hear the conversation in the courtyard.

Everyone had a smile in their eyes and a sarcastic expression, as if they had seen the scene where the old monk was about to be thrown into the river.

Suddenly, someone in the courtyard wall slowly read the poem, and some abnormal movements also subsided, and everyone pricked up their ears to listen.

"Plum blossoms. ”

"There are a few plums in the corner, Ling Han opens it alone!"

Rumble......

As soon as this poem was slowly read out of the mouth of the man inside the courtyard wall, countless people felt their heads empty and shocked.

The meaning of this poem is that a few plum blossoms in the corner of the wall that no one cares about bloom alone in the bitter cold. But a group of readers are full of poetry and books, although they can't make amazing poems, they still have the ability to appreciate them.

This poem is clearly a metaphor for the poet's inner world!

With this poem, this scene gradually appeared in their hearts.

An unknown amazing and arrogant talent, in the eyes of countless people who sneered and ridiculed, he didn't care at all, and still insisted on his beliefs.

Isn't that just a sign of their ignorance!

Thinking of this, many people had hot faces and did not dare to look at the old monk with red faces.

The people in the courtyard didn't know about the turmoil outside, and after sighing in surprise, they said slowly: "I know that it's not snow, because there is a dark fragrance!"

When this last line of the poem was read, countless people turned pale and looked at the old monk who was sitting on the table whistling in shock and loss, and there was no longer the contempt they had before.

"Disturb the seniors!"

"I'm ashamed!"

......

Many scholars bowed their hands to the old monk with red faces and left in a gloomy manner.

No one can hear that the poem written by this monk is not only praising the arrogance and noble character of plum blossoms, but also ridiculing them for not knowing talents.

In the past, they were arrogant in their hearts, and they thought that there was no one comparable to them except for the world's famous Confucianism.

But when they listen to the old monk's poems today, they think of what they did before, and these young and vigorous scholars still have a stunned face?

A figure also mixed with the crowd and fled.

"Stop!"

Suddenly, the old monk jumped down from the table, grabbed a piece of paper, swaggered towards the young man, and sneered: "Didn't you just call it quite happy? Don't you want to eat my paper? Now that the opportunity has come, hurry up and eat it!"

With that, he seized the young man by the collar and prevented him from escaping.

"You're crazy, I didn't say it, let go of the master, otherwise the master will let you go around without food!"

Zhang Jun saw that this monk dared to hold him, and his face turned blue with anger.

At this time, many people also stopped, watching this scene and talking about it.

They had also heard it before, and the little boy said that if the old monk could make any good poems, he would eat all the papers in his stomach.

But they didn't take it seriously before, because no one knew the talent of the old monk, so naturally they wouldn't have thought that the little prince of Zhangfu would lose.

Letting a monk compose a poem is like letting a vegetable grower go to a royal banquet, but anyone who thinks about it with a little brain knows the result of things.

Who knows, this old monk actually made a good poem to scare everyone away.

And now, no one takes it seriously, because this little prince of the mansion has an extraordinary background, even if it is the words that come out of his mouth, who dares to force him to eat these papers?

Are you really not afraid of Zhangfu's anger?

When they saw that this monk had captured the little prince of Zhangfu, they were no less surprised than when the old monk had made good poems, and even more so.

The little boy's background is all over the sky, does this monk really dare to force the other party to eat these papers?

For a while, those who wanted to leave did not leave, and they all stood in place and watched.

"Hehe, it's not me who begged you to eat, it's you who said you wanted to eat these papers, why do you regret it now? It's really a barking dog that can't bite!"

The old monk laughed and scolded a few words sarcastically, which made Zhang Jun's face ugly, and he scolded again and again, and there was an uproar in the surrounding crowd, I didn't expect this monk to be so bold!

"Look for death!"

"Let go of our young master!"

...

Suddenly, several fierce servants rushed out, and the tiger pounced on the old monk, but he was casually knocked away.

"Hmph, Buddha I don't have power, do I really think I'm a sick cat?"

The old monk was arrogant, and he was secretly proud in his heart.

I can't beat the people in Nafu, and I can't beat a few of you dog minions?

"You, if you dare to do this to me, my father will not let you go!"

Zhang Jun became nervous, but the old monk ignored it, pulled him back to the table with a smile, pressed him on the table, and said with a gentle smile: "Do you eat it yourself, or will I help you?"

"Don't deceive people too much, father Zhang Erhe!"

Zhang Jun was terrified, closed his eyes and shouted, but was screamed by the old monk.

"I asked you to make two boxes?

"your Zhang's house!"

......

Just when the old monk was having a good time, the original arrogant subordinate walked up to him and said with some flattery: "This master, my master is invited!"

At this time, his face was flattering, how could he still be high before?

"Uh-huh, got it!"

The old monk dismissed the villain with some disdain, threw the rampant young man to the ground, crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it on him, and said with a smile: "Take this paper back and eat it yourself, I'm going to go in and play!"

After saying that, he walked into the gate with his head tilted.

"Old monk, I can't see it, there's something!"

Li Jihuang also looked at him with some surprise, although he didn't understand the poetry, he also had a certain ability to appreciate it, and naturally heard the extraordinaryness of this poem.

"I understand a little!"

The old monk pretended to be modest and raised his hand, and followed him in.

Entering this courtyard, Li Jihuang was also a little surprised, this place was even more spacious than he imagined.

Rockery and flowing water, big lake cruises, attic pavilions... It really has it all.

Many people came and went, their robes were extraordinary, and they were not ordinary people at first glance, and they were all discussing poetry and music together, and the atmosphere was joyful.

"Qinxiangyuan?"

At this time, Li Jihuang found the name of this place, and after refusing the reception of his subordinates, he found a pavilion where no one sat there and watched, and he also thought it was quite interesting.

"Little brother, there are a lot of beauties here, do you want to get to know them!"

The old monk reluctantly pushed away the wine and drank the tea in the cup.

Since he really entered Buddhism, the old monk has never touched wine.

"I'll forget it, you must be very popular if you are so good at writing poetry, right?

Looking at the many beauties around him, Li Jihuang smiled and quipped him: "Isn't there also a happy Zen in Buddhism?"

"Forget it, the King Kong Buddha will hack me to death!"

The old monk shook his head helplessly, as if he was a little discouraged, grabbed the teapot and let the tea pour into his mouth to drink, he should really be debauched.

"You, you..."

Li Jihuang smiled a little helplessly, holding the wine glass and drinking the wine by himself, watching many people discuss literature, but he also felt the atmosphere.

Suddenly, his eyes froze, and he couldn't help but stay in one place.

It's her?

How could she be here!