After three rounds of drinking, Dongluo got up and left.

He still has to stay in this Guangling City for some time, in addition to seeing the customs of a place, he is more still preparing.

Preparing to visit the Xiuchun River Water God and preparing to go north, everything is not simple, everything is brain-burning.

Dongluo and his party only got out of Wangjiang Tower, and they were blocked by the crowd in front of them after they didn't take a few steps.

Lonely people may have a common problem, that is, they like to watch the excitement, whether it is their own excitement or the excitement of others, they love to watch it. Anyway, after reading it, I will only feel that the excitement is theirs, and I have nothing.

Winterfall is no exception.

After Dongluo squeezed into the crowd, he found that there was a drunken scholar lying in the snow surrounded by everyone, unclothed, bare-chested and bare-breasted, lying on the snow on all fours, freezing cold, and not feeling cold.

Around him were some servants, with fine clothes in their hands, waiting for their old man to get up from the snow and change his clothes.

Standing in the snow with clothes in your arms is not tired, but you can endure the white eyes of the neighbors, which is really tired. But they didn't dare to be angry with their master, so they had to spread their anger on the surrounding audience.

And the onlookers seem to have seen this for a long time, you scold whatever you want, I will watch it as a joke. Of course, a few people will also scold back.

After a few words of scolding, the servant also felt tired, and it was not interesting, anyway, not once or twice. He stopped scolding, and continued to stay by the side of the reader.

From the mouths of the onlookers, Dongluo also heard that the person in front of him was a last-class worshipper of the Yao family in Guangling County, named Zhang Zangzhen.

What is the last offering? The last offering is what the Yao family gives food, clothing, and shelter, and then it is gone, which is equivalent to an idler raised by the Yao family.

When the Yao family encountered a catastrophe, they did not expect these people to help one or two, and when they encountered a catastrophe, they also thought that the Yao family would do their best.

In fact, it is not only the Yao family, but also the major immortal sects and clans in the Shenzhou Continent. They will feed themselves in the name of these people, and they will beg for food and drink in their hands.

It is not up to who owes whom, and who takes advantage of whom. The two love each other, mutual benefit and reciprocity.

Dongluo led the horse to stop on the side of the street, only to see the drunken scholar turned over in the ridicule of everyone, only to see him slap the street with his palm, and laughed wildly: "Turn over! Turn over! After drying the other side, this is called all-encompassing, hahaha...... Face...... Exhaustive. ”

Smiling and smiling, the scholar suddenly wailed, "No one asks, who knows the five cars of Xuefu? What is the point of this full belly of economic lun and drying around? It is better to tear it off, it is better to tear it off, it is better to tear it off." ”

Sanhei was stunned and said: "This person can't be a fake wine who drank too much, let's go up!"

In the cold of winter, even if there is a sun, it is not hot. But the cooling was really cold.

Dongluo saw at a glance that the scholar should not be a cultivator, but in such a cold situation, he was still bare on his chest and back, and he could also be called a rough skin

Thick.

Dongluo knocked a chestnut on Sanhei's head, "I think you are a fake wine to drink, and the excitement is seen with your eyes, not with your mouth." ”

Sanhei stuck out his tongue, and he didn't know what to see in this excitement. Don't you listen to people? This drunken maniac has an open stomach and a bare back, and he gets drunk and crazy on the street every day.

What else is drying a book, a fart book, it's clearly a big belly!

It's just immoral and affects the street.

Sanhei couldn't stand it anymore, and quipped: "Hey, drunken maniac, you are drying books, why don't you see a book! Where is your book?"

The scholar squinted at Sanhei and found that it was a child, waved his hand and said, "Go, go, go, whose spirit, while playing, don't hinder me from drying books." ”

The three blacks were extremely angry, snorted coldly, and angrily kicked the snow in front of them.

The drunken madman Zhang Zangzhen turned over and said intermittently: "Although you are just a spirit, you are a teacher, and you have no class." I don't care what kind of wine you are, you give me a jug of wine...... I'll tell you where my book is?"

Sanhei snorted, "Phew, I'm really a child! If you want to trick me into drinking, I'm not happy to listen to you if you're happy!"

Zhang Zangzhen laughed and said: "You spirit is a little interesting, other spirits are either scared to the point of urinating when they see me, or they don't dare to put a fart." You're good, the farts are released one after another, and they don't stop. ”

Sanhei took a deep breath, and wanted to rush up to teach him a lesson several times, a drunkard maniac, he really used himself as a dish!

Zhang Zangzhen patted his belly and said: "Today I will be very merciful, I will tell you! This book! It is all in my belly, and I dry the book is to dry the belly." ”

Sanhei rolled his eyes, he had never seen such a crazy person before. You're a fart on such a cold day!

Sanhei glanced at his shriveled belly, thinking that even if there was really ink in it, it wouldn't hold much, because many places were occupied by alcohol.

Sanhei, who had an idea, turned around and went to the Wangjiang Tower behind him, took out a pot of wine and threw it towards Zhang Zangzhen.

A sharp-eyed servant took the wine and opened the mud seal and put it beside Zhang Zang Zhennan.

Zhang Zangzhen's nose moved slightly, then he staggered up, raised the wine jug, and drank the Wangjiang Daqu in the pot, of course, this one drink was half drunk and half spilled.

When Zhang Zangzhen finished drinking, Sanhei pointed at Zhang Zangzhen and laughed: "You have a stomach full of books, so if you drink wine and drink it into your stomach and sprinkle it on your stomach, won't it wet all the books in your stomach?"

Zhang Zangzhen glanced at Sanhei, "That's why I often bask in it!"

Sanhei was a little stunned, and wanted to take this opportunity to mock him, but he didn't expect to be countered by him. Sanhei said after a long while: "Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, Fangcaotian." ”

Zhang Zangzhen touched his face, this face is still there!

He hiccuped and drunkenly said, "Clean the street." ”

After many onlookers heard the word clean street,

They scattered around, leaving a large position for Zhang Zang Zhennan.

Although Zhang Zangzhen is only a low-level worship of the Yao family, the Yao family's status in Guangling County is equivalent to the status of the Great Zhou Heavenly Palace in Luoyang City, which is supreme. With the big tree of the Yao family, Zhang Zangzhen still gets a little shade, and the onlookers still have to give face.

The snow on the street was quickly cleared, a cultivator used the Taoist method to steam the water vapor on the street, and a scholar-like man came to Zhang Zangzhen with a bucket of ink.

Then, under the eyes that everyone is accustomed to, Zhang Zangzhen used his head as a pen and wrote on the street.

Dongluo and Xue Nianci glanced at each other, even the well-informed Xue Nianci couldn't help but feel eye-opening.

After Zhang Zangzhen, a drunkard and scholar with a bare upper body and covered in wine and ink stains, finished writing, the whole person crawled on the ground and said with a crying voice: "I watched the surging waters of the Spring River, and I got the true meaning of calligraphy." Look at the majestic Mangshan again, and get the calligraphy god. After looking at his own body, he was sharp, and he had to calligraphy and calligraphy. Dare to ask where the sages of the ages are, do they have the courage to give me some pointers?"

Zhang Zangzhen lay on the ground and kept wailing, "Dare to ask where the sages of the ages are, do you have the courage to come and drink with me?"

Zhang Zangzhen was drunk and drunk, still muttering about the absence of the former sage and the sage......

Sanhei asked in a low voice: "Big brother, what is this drunken madman who draws talismans!"

Dongluo pointed to the ground and chuckled: "It is a bold poem written in wild grass, and the content of the poem is written by who knows the forest dwellers, and sits and enjoys the wind." Plants and trees have their own hearts, why ask for beauty to fold. Well, it means that those gentlemen and hermits in the mountains smell the fragrance of the grass and trees and are full of joy, but the fragrance of the plants and trees is his nature, and it has nothing to do with those who appreciate him. ”

"The meaning of his poem is that! You don't look down on his full stomach for learning, and he is even less than you! His talent is not for you to look up to him, it is his nature to learn talent, and it has nothing to do with others. Although he writes with his hair, his handwriting is really good, so good that it can't be better. I have seen a lot of everyone's works, but I still see such a good cursive script. ”

Sanhei first looked at the words that were slowly disappearing on the street in the hands of the servants, and then glanced at Dongluo, his eyes were full of disbelief, as if I read less, don't lie to me.

Sanhei turned his gaze to Xue Nianci again, and Xue Nianci said: "Don't think that he is a drunkard and a madman. His handwriting is really good, it really has divine will, true meaning, and Taoist meaning, that is, he can let go and hold it, and completely presses the Haoran Qi between the lines back into the word and hides it in the word. Otherwise, just this one word will definitely lead to a county literary movement, and the gods who eat cold pig's head meat in the Confucian Temple of a county in Guangling County may have to bow down when they see it!"

Sanhei sighed, and then looked at the words on the street, there was not much left under the cleaning up of Zhang Zangzhen's servants. The people around the audience also dispersed one after another in a burst of laughter

。

Xue Nianci continued: "If those ancient sages, the most holy sages, are here, they really don't have much courage to guide him in terms of writing. ”

Sanhei snorted coldly and said, "No matter how well it is written, it is still not as good as the eldest brother's writing." It's not that I'm bragging, compared with the eldest brother, in front of the eldest brother's words, the words I write are ghost drawings, and ten of them are not as good as a big brother. As for him, I'll just hehe. ”

Erhei, who had been silent, said coldly: "This is really not your bragging. ”

She really thinks that what is still written in front of her is messy! Compared with Dongluo, it is not on the same level at all!

Xue Nianci also snorted, but he also had some doubts in his heart, he had seen Dongluo write, the text carried the Tao, the word is the carrier of the avenue, it stands to reason that the word of Dongluo should be with heaven and earth, the avenue is compatible, Haoran is angry!

Xue Nianci shook her head and didn't want to. In Dongluo's body, he felt that no matter how unreasonable things happened, he would feel that it was normal, wasn't there no Haoran in the words, and it was no big deal.

Dongluo suddenly laughed, led the horse and strode forward, walked towards the drunken maniac who was being helped by the servants and staggered out of the street, and waved his big hand: "Go, buy words." No, I don't have many good words, but I have a lot of good wine! I can exchange as much as I want, and if I get it, I will earn it! This is a sure deal, and this time Guangling City is too worthwhile. ”

Xue Nianci hurriedly followed, good wine, good poetry, good words, he also likes it tightly!

Xue Nianci turned around and said conclusively to Sanhei: "Don't believe it, when you come to this place again in a few years, this street will definitely be famous in all directions, even if at that time, this scholar is dead, this street will be stained and remembered by future generations." ”

Sanhei looked at the smooth street in a daze, and then looked at Xue Nianci and the two who seemed to have lost their minds.

Sanhei shook his head and said secretly in his heart: "Could it be that I really read less books? Why do I always feel as if I have been deceived again!"

Sanhei hurriedly and quickly followed the few people who were far away.

Dongluo and his entourage followed the drunken maniac and gradually walked away, and at this time, the people on this street still regarded the drunken maniac as a joke! I wonder how many years later, the calligraphers and writers of later generations will envy them for being able to live in the same era as this person, and to be fortunate enough to see this person's demeanor.

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "Extinction" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~