"Mr. Zhuo, your wine!" Li Tieniu shouted at the top of his throat when he was still more than ten feet away from the hut. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, Mr. Zhuo was wearing a plain white wide-sleeved flowing cloud suit, wearing a white jade falling headband, holding a self-made wolf hair with thick arms, with big sleeves fluttering, and waving his pen, showing the grace of Wei and Jin celebrities.

The chic and free splash of ink is very similar to the assassin role played by Tony Leung in "Heroes", and he is comfortable in the rain of long winds and arrows.

At this time, the spring breeze is blowing, and the long hair is fluttering.

If we look at it with a microscopic lens, we will find that his expression is fascinated, and the corners of his mouth are slightly upturned with a smile that seems to be absent. The eyebrows are slightly relaxed, and the eyes are slightly closed, as if there is something intoxicating in this world.

On the long table in front of him, a large ink with the word "sword" had not yet dried.

The font is rough and vigorous, using the brushwork of "iron line drawing", leaving the lines of the blank and fine description flying and fluttering, if you sit or walk, if you fly if you move, if you come and go, if you lie down if you get up, between the vertical and horizontal slashes, the sharp air is coming.

Just as Mr. Zhuo was falling into this mysterious and mysterious realm, a rough voice broke this critical point.

Mr. Zhuo's hand shook, and a bean-sized ink dripped onto the white flower rice paper, destroying the artistic conception of the wanton ocean.

Mr. Zhuo threw away the brush in his hand, rolled up his sleeves with both hands, and was furious in his heart, scolding in his heart, "Mom, see if Lao Tzu doesn't tear your rotten mouth."

There is no longer any grace from before.

It wasn't until he rushed out of the house that he remembered that he was an elegant and personable gentleman, and then he thought that this was not the voice of the iron bull?

Then I saw the familiar figure of the Iron Bull.

Insulting Sven, insulting Sven, Mr. Zhuo was heartbroken, dressed up, and stepped out of the hut with a smiling face.

"Iron Bull, that gust of wind has blown you over. Mr. Zhuo greeted him with a smile, his big sleeves fluttered, and he regained his celebrity demeanor.

After taking a few steps, he found Li Xuan, who was carrying a bamboo basket behind Tie Niu, and couldn't help but feel sorry for himself, what is this little bastard doing here.

"Sir, I called you for the "Zhu Yeqing" you told me last time. Li Tieniu happily handed over the wine jar in his hand.

"Oh, thank you so much, how much is this jar of wine, I'll bring it to you. Mr. Zhuo said with a smile, pretending to turn around and go back to the house.

"It's not worth it, a few small dollars, I'll give it to Mr. Li Tieniu grabbed him and said indifferently.

"Hehe, how embarrassing is that, he said he was embarrassed, but his body stopped following the gesture of the iron bull.

Only then did he reluctantly look at Li Xuan.

Li Xuan also walked up with a smile and handed over the bamboo basket in his hand: "Sir, thank you for your careful cultivation of me for so many years. ”

When he heard Li Xuan smile and say thank him, Mr. Zhuo's heart trembled, and when he saw Li Xuan send this small basket of eggs, Mr. Zhuo's heart gradually showed signs of thousands of horses galloping, and tens of thousands of grass and mud horses galloped through his heart.

"What kind of bad idea is this little bastard thinking, looking at his cunning eyes, there is definitely a shocking conspiracy waiting for Lao Tzu, can't be messy, can't mess up, must calm down.

Mr. Zhuo took a deep breath to calm his excitement.

Since this little bastard entered the academy, he hasn't had a good day. That's a treacherous and cunning, insidious and vicious little bastard, who doesn't laugh a few times on the surface, but in fact, the soft knife stabs him harder than anyone else.

Sometimes I really want to cut open that little head to see what it contains, how can such a small little thing be so difficult to deal with, like a thousand-year-old wild fox who has cultivated the Tao, his own plan is like a child playing in front of him, and even sometimes Mr. Zhuo will wonder if his IQ is too low.

He has cultivated himself for so many years, and he boasts that he is full of economy and witty, but after meeting Li Xuan, he impulsively wanted to say all the previous swear words ******.

Could it be that the enemy of the previous life has come to collect debts now?

But I don't seem to have such a thing as in my previous life, so it must be that I have done too many immoral things in my life. But if you think about it carefully, there is nothing too immoral, and if you are a little more distant, you can't remember it.

"Sir, look forward to it!" Seeing Mr. Zhuo's vigilant expression, as if he was a **** thief, Li Xuan stepped forward and pushed the basket in front of him.

Suddenly startled, Mr. Zhuo remembered that he had a quarrel with Li Xuan in the school three months ago because of something, and then he said that he had pulled up a famous painting of Saint Wu Daozi in his collection.

Then he was provoked by Li Xuan for some reason, so he made a bet with him. If Li Xuan can be admitted to Xiucai before the age of ten, then this picture will be given to him, if he fails the exam, he will obey Mr. Zhuo's arrangement in everything in the future, and there must be no disobedience.

At that time, I felt that what Li Xuan said was almost impossible to accomplish. Counting back 3,000 years, since the existence of this examination system, there has never been a record of talent being selected before the age of ten.

The earliest record in the official history is Tao Qian in the Wei and Jin dynasties, who was only twelve years old when he was admitted to Xiucai, and was already known as an unborn prodigy.

It just so happened that an exam had been held some time ago, could it be that this little bastard really passed the exam, how could this be possible? Mr. Zhuo immediately denied his idea.

But looking at Li Xuan's harmless faint smile, thinking of his previous methods, he still unconsciously tightened his chrysanthemum, and a sense of danger permeated his heart.

Sure enough, Li Xuan opened his mouth unhurriedly.

"Sir, I have already passed the exam, and your credit for this is great, you should accept this point!"

"Impossible!" Mr. Zhuo blurted out subconsciously.

"What is impossible? Could it be that the student is not happy to be a talented student in the exam?" Li Xuan had a surprised expression on his face.

Shocked, confused, puzzled, and aggrieved Several different expressions were perfectly displayed on Li Xuan's face, which was a feeling of layering and gradual peeling, coupled with the surprised voice at this time.

With this amazing acting skills, you can completely turn those Golden Roosters, Hundred Flowers, Golden Elephants, and Oscar actors into scum in seconds.

Mr. Zhuo immediately had signs of galloping horses in his heart, I told you to pretend, I told you to pretend, I saw how long you can pretend.

But at this time, the other person couldn't stand it.

"Mr. Zhuo, it's true, I personally looked at the list, and it is estimated that in a few days, there will be an official notice coming down. Your disciple can give you a long face!" Li Tieniu's face blossomed with happiness.

As everyone knows, Mr. Zhuo looked at him with a smiling face, and his heart was about to bleed. Li Tieniu's words shattered his last vestiges. Because he knows that Li Tieniu will not lie, especially for himself in this matter, Tieniu still respects himself very much.

But why do you want to cry.

Mr. Zhuo wanted to cheat, but at that time, in front of everyone's eyes, dozens of children looked at it with blank eyes, if he denied it now, then the glorious image that he had worked hard to build up in Taoyuan Village for more than ten years would not be ruined.

Gritting his teeth, it's a collection anyway, and he hasn't seen a flower after looking at it for so many years, so at most he will sell it as an antique, and give it to him.

"It's so good, and there is nothing else good for the teacher, so I will give you an ancient painting as a gift, hoping that you can see the sages and think. At this point, Mr. Zhuo had no choice but to endure the pain and said.

In this case, the student thanked the teacher in advance and followed his teachings. Li Xuan handed the basket to Mr. Zhuo's hand and gave a big salute with a smile on his face.

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