"I haven't seen him for a few years, and Brother Yi Han is still walking like a fly, a dragon and a tiger. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Meng Boss sighed.

Xiao Yihan took a closer look at them and found that there was an extra ...... in the six monks of the Meng family Riots?

"Hey, I don't have to say anything about my school career in the past few years, I am suffering and living happily." Meng Lao Er has reined in a lot of ruffianism, and he has become much more elegant.

The big dog leaned up to the little lion's head, blinked a few times, and asked, "When old friends meet, do you have to give the dog a greeting gift?" ”

"A greeting gift? We are all poor and sour like this, how can there be a greeting gift? Meng Laosan, who has always been wooden, also said with a wry smile.

"Huh?" On the ground, Meng Lao Wu sighed lightly, looked at An Ruoxi carefully, and couldn't help but praise wonderfully: "What a beautiful girl, isn't this our second brother and sister?" ”

An Ruoxi's pink face was slightly red, and she whispered: "What brother and sister!" I'm not his ......."

"Don't talk nonsense, isn't this the fiancée of our Meng family's eldest cousin? It's just that it seems to have been abducted by a certain hateful little white face~~" Meng Laosi said with a mouthful.

The big dog was stunned and immediately laughed.

"Where's the pointy face? Is your big cousin amazing! Xiaoxue couldn't help but say angrily.

"Yo drink, you little bird, you really owe discipline, come on, let my brother take care of you." Meng Laosi was not afraid, and said with a lewd face.

"Fourth, get aside and cultivate your mind!" Boss Meng made a straight face and scolded.

The fourth child squeezed his eyebrows at Xiaoxue, he still had a certain fear of Boss Meng, so he immediately shrunk his neck, hid aside, and thought of Confucius.

……

"What? That little white face...... No, the merry man who forced people to gamble on the street and won the hearts of beauties is you! Meng Lao Wu shouted.

"What a mess, I haven't promised to marry him yet!" An Ruoxi blushed and said dissatisfied.

"I said eldest brother and sister, you are stubborn, and the fifth child didn't say the word marriage just now." Meng Lao Er said.

An Ruoxi's face suddenly turned red, glanced at Xiao Yihan, and hurriedly lowered her head, holding the pig angrily, kneading its face.

Hum~~

Piggy opened her round eyes and glanced at An Ruoxi aggrievedly, her face flushed by her.

After the six monks of the Meng family finished the sneak attack, they spread their feet and slipped away, threatening to wait for a while, and there would be a fierce battle here.

Everyone told each other all the way about what had happened in the past few years, and when they heard that Zihui had also come to the Middle Earth Divine Continent, Xiao Yihan couldn't help but be overjoyed.

"Regarding the matter of our eldest cousin, Brother Yi Han must not take it to heart, he and we are also related, we have only met him a few times now, and we are not familiar with him, in my second child's mind, how can we compare to Brother Xiao?" Meng Lao Er put his arm around Xiao Yihan's shoulders and said.

Riding a flying magic weapon, within 4,000 miles, everyone landed in a magnificent ancient city.

Zhengyang City, one of the cities controlled by Confucianism in Middle Earth.

There are immortal immortal dynasties in Middle Earth, there are also hundreds of schools of thought, a group of heroes, all kinds of ideas are interpreted and intertwined here, the ultimate of civilization is dazzling, glorious in the world, so that countless monks are passionate, everyone yearns.

"The people of the Eastern Wilderness like to call us Confucianism and Taoism Taoism, but in fact, the roots are the same, nothing more than the name of a sect." Boss Meng explained.

"I've heard that there is an immortal dynasty that has stood for several generations in Middle-earth, what's going on?" Xiao Yihan asked.

"The Immortal Dynasty, it is said to be inherited in the fairy world, adhering to the will of a certain immortal in the fairy world, it is quite evil, but every time there is a catastrophe in Middle-earth, these immortal dynasties can always avoid the past, whether it is the era of the ancient Emperor Zhuxian King, or the entire imperial era ruled by the first emperor, after hundreds of millions of years of forbearance, waiting for the limelight to pass, it is like a weed to take root and grow quickly." Meng Lao Liudao.

House! Eon! Flood! Uncultivated!

The Four Great Immortal Dynasties are said to have been standing on the land of the Middle Earth Divine Continent since ancient times, and have been tempered by blood and fire.

Zhengyang City, with a population of hundreds of millions, has endless city walls.

There weren't many soldiers here, and the four gates were wide open, so they weren't afraid of any trouble.

"Confucianism has no quarrel with the world, and it is dedicated to study and enlightenment, coupled with the prestige and reputation of the old man Confucius, few people dare to make trouble on our Confucian territory."

The whole Zhengyang City is full of the smell of books, paper, pen and ink, which smells very good, and is filled with a faint aroma, which makes people can't help but be curious and want to take a look at Jincheng.

The street is basically selling calligraphy and paintings, and many well-dressed Confucian scholars, monks, etc., walk through the streets and alleys to choose their favorite calligraphy and paintings.

Xiao Yihan saw that an eighty-year-old man was painting seriously, and there was a handsome little girl on the side, studying ink for him, which attracted a lot of people.

"Good drawing." Xiao Yihan observed a little, and his eyes couldn't help but show a hint of approval.

This is an ordinary old man, but he can make such calligraphy and paintings, which can be called a generation of Confucianism in the mortal world.

People like him are not uncommon in Zhengyang City, and basically on every street, there are one or two calligraphers.

Teahouses and chess halls are opened everywhere, and many romantic places have also become places where literati and artists gather to enter and exit.

"This city ......"

"Wonderful!" Xiao Yihan said sincerely.

"This is only a small city controlled by Confucianism, but it is the best place within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles." Meng Lao Liudao.

Suddenly, Xiao Yihan's eyes glanced lightly, and he saw Gongsun Ce, dressed in an orthodox Confucian robe, in a teahouse, arguing with an old pedant, with a red and swollen neck, arguing fiercely.

"Brother Zihui!"

After hearing this shout, Gongsun Ce was suddenly stunned, glanced around, and saw Xiao Yihan and his party.

Gongsun Ce stood up with great joy, first made a long gesture towards the old scholar, and hurriedly ran over, shouting: "Brother Yi Han, I haven't seen you for a few years, I miss it very much!" ”

"I haven't seen you for a few years, why did this head become sour?" The big dog was puzzled.

"Where's the Saya Celestial Maiden?"

Gongsun Ce said: "He Wen'er is guarding his house in Beiyuan Lake." ”

"Gongsun Wen? Your son's name? Xiao Yihan asked with a smile.

Gongsun Ce nodded and said with a smile: "It's a coincidence that you came today, tonight is the annual poetry meeting in Zhengyang City, you can come and take a look, after all, not every time you can be so coincidental to catch up with such a literati event." ”

……

Night, the hour is full.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom~~

The bells rang, and the whole city was silent, as if it were dead silence.

After the nine bells, when it gradually became the absolute sound between heaven and earth, a loud voice spread throughout the city: "Zhengyang Poetry Club, start!" ”

The short words, as if containing the true sound of mystery, make people feel like they have been empowered, and they are instantly refreshed.

The streets and alleys are lit up, and everyone is full of excited smiles, coming to the Confucian Temple, watching the couplets and ink paintings, and guessing the lantern riddles.

An Ruoxi hugged the pig, like a headless fly, scurrying back and forth, aiming left and right.

Gongsun Ce was ready, walked to a Confucian temple, first bowed respectfully to the holy master, and then looked at a couplet in front of the door, and said without thinking: "Shanglian: Wangjianglou, Wangjiangliu, Wangjianglou Wangjiangliu, Jianglou Wangjiangliu, Jianglou is eternal, Jiangliu is eternal, Jiangliu is eternal." The next link is: Printing the Moon Well, Printing the Moon Shadow, Printing the Moon Shadow in the Moon Well, Moon Well Ten Thousand Years, Moon Shadow Ten Thousand Years. ”

The couplet disappeared, and Gongsun Ce smiled confidently and slowly stepped inside.

On the ground, a new couplet was created out of thin air, blocking the people behind him.

An Ruoxi blinked, thought seriously for a moment, and remembered a pair of lower couplets that her father had come out of, so she quoted it here: "Shanglian: A cup of tea quenches the thirst of Yuan." The next link is: Erqu Tianyin, the heart of the musician! ”

The couplet disappeared, An Ruoxi coughed lightly, and walked in with the pig in her arms.

"Don't move, let the dog take a look." The big dog stretched out his paws, stopped the people behind him, and ran to the couplet.

"Whose demon dog is this? Find your own master, don't stop us from entering the temple and chanting poetry! A Confucian shouted.

"Phew! You are a little white face full of sour and rotten gas, what are you called a demon dog? I am a mastiff, a noble mastiff king! On the way here, a pure-blooded golden mastiff king was beaten by me and fled in a hurry! The big dog shouted indignantly.

The big dog snorted coldly, glanced away arrogantly, and ignored him.

It looked at the couplet intently, clutching its mane. After racking his brains, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said: "Shanglian: Silkworms are insects in the world." Then, the next link is: Mastiff is the dog of the world! ”

The couplet seemed to hesitate for a while, and finally disappeared, opening a way to the temple.

"This dog is against the sky! Unexpectedly, the couplet was made, but he was not led by the master, and he went in! A Confucian student said in disbelief.

The big dog arrogantly carried the dog's paws on his back, took figure-eight steps, and wagged his tail, leaving everyone with a round figure.

"Shanglian: the mouth of the world, the mouth of the sky, the ambition to swallow me. Downlink: The king of people, the king of people, the intention of immortals. ”

The couplet disappeared, Xiao Yihan walked in slowly, and flagpoles were erected on both sides, hanging with strange Kong Ming lanterns, exuding a soft glow.

The night breeze blows slowly, carrying a hint of coolness and dryness.

Many talented people have already sat down, holding a wine glass, talking freely, from time to time there are proud words out, and there are also classic masterpieces poured ink.

"Clear water out of hibiscus, natural carving. Qianqian makes small steps, exquisite and unparalleled. A talented and handsome Confucian walked towards An Ruoxi, with a warm smile on his face, and said softly.

An Ruoxi glanced up at him, and just wanted to say something, she found that Xiao Yihan was also walking here, and then smiled and said, "Good poetry!" I don't know if this Taoist brother can write this poem for me on paper without sparing pen and ink? ”

"The beauty invites you, how dare you disobey?" The Confucian scholar was overjoyed, and was just about to pick up the brush on An Ruoxi's desk, when he heard a poem from afar: "The hands are like soft wattles, the skin is like clotted fat, the collar is like a grub, the teeth are like a rhinoceros, the head of the mantis is like a moth eyebrows, the smile is clever, and the eyes are beautiful; The cheeks are fresh and fresh, the nose is greasy and goose fat, gentle and silent, and the view is amiable......"