"Virtuous nephew, the poem of Fang Cai, was it written by you?" Ding Yanping asked in confusion.

Luo Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted, he seemed to have said something that should not be said. This "Song of Dengyouzhoutai" is Chen Ziang of the Tang Dynasty who came to Youzhou Tai, sighed about the past and the present, and sighed.

There is no such poem today!

What's next? Still is...... Luo Cheng fell into a short period of thought, he quickly came back to his senses, and said with a slight smile: "Uncle misunderstood, how can I write such a meaningful poem?" This poem was sung by a master, I heard it by chance, remembered it in my heart, and saw this scene at this moment, but it was touched. ”

Luo Cheng didn't take over in the end, he thought about it for a short time, but he quickly understood the powerful relationship. Although this "Song of Dengyouzhou" is very good, it is not suitable for him today.

Thinking that he, a twelve-year-old boy, actually sang such a sad poem about the world, what would others think? And how much trouble will it cause him?

On the contrary, it is a proper admission that this "Song of Dengyouzhou" was made by others, and as for who it is, there are many articles to do. After all, the world doesn't hear this poem now, and how it came to be is not just his words.

Hearing Luo Cheng's reply, Ding Yanping smiled more and more approvingly. Such an honest and humble young man was exactly the person he was looking for!

In today's world, since the unification of the world, it can be described as peaceful. And because the world is peaceful, there are many literati and writers who are idle and have nothing to do. These literati and writers just like to write poems and articles.

It can be said that as long as Luo Cheng bluntly admits that he can get poetry, he does it. Luo Cheng was able to gain great fame, just like opening a hanging, and the praise of literati and writers was almost equivalent to the recognition of the upper class.

But Luo Cheng replied truthfully, his words were sincere, he didn't see vanity, he didn't care about these fames, and he had the demeanor of a big husband who was calm in the world. Such a noble quality, Ding Yanping likes it very much.

Of course, in fact, Luo Cheng didn't think about it so much, and he didn't expect that Ding Yanping would automatically make up so much. He just felt troublesome and didn't want to make trouble.

Ding Yanping smiled and said: "I don't want to have such a worldly master, do you still remember the scene of seeing this master in the past?" ”

Luo Cheng's expression was stunned, revealing a deep groan, as if he was recalling the memories in the depths of his mind, and then he said slowly: "It was a day of wind and snow, and I just walked out of the Beiping Palace, and I saw an old man with white hair, an old robe on his body, and a fairy wind and bones. ”

Luo Cheng's description quickly attracted Ding Yanping's attention, and Luo Cheng continued: "I felt curious, so I followed the old man, and the old man said angrily: 'I haven't seen the ancient......s before' is also why I kept this poem in mind, and I was in a trance, but I couldn't help chanting it. ”

Ding Yanping suddenly realized: "I see, presumably the old man must be a master hidden in the world, but it's a pity that he couldn't see it!" ”

Luo Cheng was also a little helpless at the moment, seeing that Ding Yanping's interest was getting stronger and stronger, he was also becoming more and more embarrassed, if Ding Yanping found out that he was talking nonsense, would he be demolished?

Ding Yanping asked with great interest: "Do you remember when you saw this master?" What does this superior man look like? ”

The corners of Luo Cheng's mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't dare to be ambiguous, and said: "If you think about it carefully, when it was the winter of three years ago, the old man should have two long beards......

To make up a lie, you need to make up countless lies to be able to make it happen.

At this moment, Luo Cheng can only automatically make up an image of a master in his mind, and then tell Ding Yanping. It's also a little speechless to say, if Luo Cheng knew that things would be as troublesome as they are now, he would probably have responded directly.

"I don't see the ancients before, and I don't see the ones who come after...... What a big spirit! Just as Luo Cheng was distressed and Ding Yan was talking nonsense, suddenly a clear voice sounded behind him.

When Luo Cheng turned around, he saw a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe, with a thin face, and at a glance, he actually felt a little fairy-like feeling.

"Coming to this Youzhou Terrace, with this poem, I really saw the history of thousands of people, saw the rise and fall of thousands of years, and the ups and downs of the family and country, which made people feel a lot of emotion!" This person showed a look of remembrance and sighed with emotion.

"Ugh." This Taoist came up and said without a preface, Luo Cheng was speechless, he smiled awkwardly and said, "What is the Taoist going to say?" ”

Ding Yanping's brows tightened at this moment, and he looked at the Taoist with a faint cold glow, obviously because the Taoist interrupted the communication between the two, and he was quite dissatisfied.

The Taoist automatically ignored Ding Yanping's coldness, and made a gesture towards the two, and Fang Cai said: "Poor Dao Fang just happened to hear the poem chanted by this son, and he felt a lot, so he came up to make friends, and I hope this son will not be surprised!" ”

The Taoist behaved politely, and his humility was not reckless, so Luo Cheng was also a little embarrassed, so he returned the salute and said: "The Taoist is polite, but this poem is not written below, just under the chant!" ”

Luo Cheng said the words of the man in front of him again. The Taoist suddenly said: "In this way, that Taoist is also a strange person, everyone in the world says that poetry is close to the hearts of the people, and if he can write such a majestic poem, this person must be extraordinary." ”

Luo Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, this person came at a really good time. If he continues to fight with Ding Yanping, he may not be able to continue. But the Taoist interjected, and finally let him breathe a sigh of relief.

However, unexpectedly, after listening to what Luo Cheng said, the Taoist did not choose to leave. On the contrary, he looked at Luo Cheng with interest. I saw that the Taoist's eyes were pure, but they were extremely sharp, which made Luo Cheng quite uncomfortable.

Ding Yanping didn't speak, and it wasn't his business anyway.

"Huh?" The Taoist who was observing suddenly exclaimed, with a look of surprise on his face, and looked at Luo Chengdao: "Poor Dao has learned some face-to-face techniques since childhood, if the son does not give up, can you take a look?" ”

"I don't have any money!" This style of painting changed strangely, and Luo Cheng instantly remembered the various deceptions of the later generations, and couldn't help but say vigilantly.

The Taoist smiled dumbly and said: "Childe is polite, this matter is fate, how can poor Dao ask Childe for money?" ”

Luo Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and said like a miser: "That's good, what should the Dao look like?" ”

The Taoist waved his hand and said, "You don't have to bother much, just let Poor Dao look at Gongzi's face and palm, it doesn't take too much time." ”

Luo Cheng thought about it, this person can't play any tricks at the moment, he doesn't have to worry so much. is to calmly agree. He is also a little interested, what can this person see from his face and palmistry?