"What...... Vigor? Li Wen and the others were writing with a pen, when they suddenly heard the master talking to themselves, and they all looked at each other, inexplicably.

Zhou Fuzi held the piece of straw paper in both hands, his face was full of surprise, first glanced at the eldest grandson Hong behind him, and then his eyes fell on the paper, frowning as if he could never open his brows, and chanted softly.

"There are a few cold mountains, and the wind is low and the Central Plains Road is broken. The autumn sky is blue and ancient, drunk mink fur, and slightly remember the paging place. ”

"Who is the man who is skilled! The old man is still violent. How many idle foxes and rabbits in the world, the moon is black and yellow, and I think about you at this time. ”

The room was silent, and a pin drop could be heard.

"Changsun Hong, come here!" Putting down the straw paper, Master Zhou was silent for a moment, slapped his hand abruptly, and shouted: "Come here!" ”

Changsun Hong got up indifferently, walked over in the happy eyes of Li Wen and others, and stood in front of Master Zhou in an orderly manner.

"Why do you only have the name of the word plate and not the title of your article?" Zhou Fuzi asked, holding the case, looking unkind.

"Yes, it's just not written." The eldest grandson Hongdao, drooping his eyelids, and his flat tone was like a cup of tea.

"What is it?"

"Wing Eagle."

"Eagle?"

"Yes." The eldest grandson raised his head, his eyes were as clear as water: "The eagle soars, spreading its wings for three thousand miles, and the students saw an eagle flying in the sky yesterday, so they felt it." ”

Master Zhou glared at him, his face changed, as if he believed it or not, picked up the piece of paper and looked at it again, and then asked, "You really wrote this word?" ”

"Indeed."

"You're right here, write it again." Zhou Fuzi pushed the pen and paper on the square table, and his tone softened a little, but there was still an element of doubt: "Not a word is allowed to be wrong." ”

"Yes." The eldest grandson sat kneeling in front of Master Zhou, dipped his pen in ink under his nose, and wrote without hesitation.

Zhou Fuzi took the paper with ink not dry, and only swept it, and knew that there was not a single word wrong between the words written now and the article on the straw paper.

This can't help but be unbelievable by Master Zhou, maybe someone made this poem and gave it to the eldest grandson Hong as a homework, but up and down the Li family village, he knows who has a few taels of ink in his stomach, and no one will be able to make such a great work.

Pick up the manuscript again, read it silently, a sense of the wind sweeping the yellow sand, the eagle hitting the sky, the picture of the sky, more importantly, is obviously a metaphor in the lyrics, using the eagle to satirize some people, is the core of the poem.

How did the eldest grandson Hong do it?

Perhaps, it can only be described as an enlightenment. Zhou Fuzi looked at Changsun Hong, his eyes kept alternating between the words on the table and Changsun Hong's face, his expression was complicated, it was hard to believe that this young man who had been enrolled in school for less than three months and was literate, could write such a heroic and atmospheric lyrics.

"Who are men betting with? Old man and ...... angrily" Zhou Fuzi shook his head, and read it again, the hand holding the manuscript was trembling slightly, obviously, a certain sentence in the lyrics caused him a considerable shock, or resonated with him.

Li Wen and the others in the back stretched their necks, trying their best to see what was happening, and they vaguely felt that their good wishes to see the master beat Changsun Hong hard were about to be shattered.

The eldest grandson sat quietly on the soft mat, without squinting, watching Master Zhou walk around the room with the manuscript, reading it as he walked, over and over again. I secretly rejoiced in my heart: It seems that it has been done, this time this old man was shocked, and he would dare to think that Lao Tzu was semi-illiterate in the future, and he despised and despised Lao Tzu.

Sure enough, Master Zhou turned around a few times, and when he sat down again, he looked at Changsun Hong's gaze, and became more and more kind, he stroked the manuscript, as if he was touching a shocking treasure, and asked Changsun Hong: "Your homework is very good, it is not in vain the teaching of this period of time, and there is a great progress in the way of the word, I hope you will continue to work hard and work hard, if you go further in the scriptures, the state test in the next year will not have a place for you." ”

Li Wen and the others were shocked, this is equivalent to guaranteeing the eldest grandson, with this sentence, the state examination in the next year, the necessary recommendation for the registration of scholars will be settled, and there is no need to go to the homes of famous people with gifts like other students to ask for recommendations.

I didn't expect this poor boy to have this day, and the three of them didn't expect to use the master's hand to clean up the eldest grandson, but instead let him get the master's appreciation, and when they looked at him, they were even more jealous and envious.

The eldest grandson Hong was also surprised, and hurriedly bowed his head and thanked him: "Thank you, Master, the students must work hard." ”

Zhou Fuzi held his white beard, nodded again and again, and on a stereotypical face, he actually showed a rare smile, and his tightly locked brows were slowly unfolded like an iron tree blooming, and he said to Changsun Hong with a pleasant face for the first time: "Go back and sit down, let's continue the class." ”

Changsun Hong promised "yes", got up and turned back, Zhou Fuzi looked at him with a smile, and as soon as Changsun Hong's body moved, he revealed the dementia of Li Wen and the three of them with their mouths wide open and their eyes wide.

Seeing the appearance of the three of them, Master Zhou's face suddenly turned cold, and the smile of the spring breeze and rain blew away in an instant, and his face was like an iron plate, and he shouted angrily: "What are you in a daze? Come up quickly, and each of you will receive ten precepts. What do you guys write? Bullshit! ”

Li Wen and the three walked over with sad faces.

The sound of the ring ruler falling into the flesh in the house is very pleasant to listen to in the ears of the eldest grandson Hong, like Qiong Yao pearl jade.

A day of school life, a happy past, when the school ended, in addition to the body because of kneeling for too long and devastated, the eldest grandson Hong only felt comfortable, sweeping away the haze of yesterday's grievances.

Carrying a blanket on his back, out of the Li family, the eldest grandson Hong came to the village road step by step, he enjoyed the feeling of walking on the dirt road, the roadside mountain flowers are splendid, the sycamore above the head is swaying, and the wind has a natural fragrance.

Aroma...... Yes, in such a good season, there must be a lot of wild mountain fruits, go pick some to satisfy your hunger, but you can be satisfied.

The village is not big, and it will be out of the village after a while, in the field under the sun, the farmer is farming, the shepherd boy is playing, and the eldest grandson Hong is holding the weeds picked up from the roadside, humming a song and quickly finding the target, a wild loquat tree.

At this time, the loquat is not yet ripe, but it can also be eaten, and the eldest grandson Hong is nimble, and he returns home with a full load, chewing all the way.

Before entering the door, I heard the sound of "drinking" in the courtyard, the movement of the strong wind dancing, listening to its sound and braiding its shape, and the air seemed to flow like water.

Changsun Hong's heart was upset, he hurriedly walked a few steps, pushed the door in, and saw that Changsun Jin in the courtyard was naked, with his tendons exposed, holding a pole and stick, and was dancing.

At that moment, it almost pulled Changsun Hong back to the moonlit night in Changzhou, and the visual effect of swords under the starlight appeared in front of him again, but this time it was replaced by a stick that swept all directions.

The stick is different from the knife, the knife cuts the four directions, the stick sweeps the eight wildernesses, the knife is the king of a hundred soldiers, and the stick is the head of a hundred soldiers. Changsun Jin's knife technique is like flowing water, and an ordinary rod falls in his hand, which is also like a dragon entering the sea, and the majesty is rolling, almost making Changsun Hong look stupid.

The courtyard was quiet inside and outside, the eldest grandson Hao and the Zhang family didn't know where they went, most of them were working in the fields, and there was only one man who practiced martial arts and a teenager who watched martial arts.

Chinese martial arts was originally from actual combat, in the Taiping world of later generations for a long time, only gradually tended to be routine, in the interpretation of Changsun Jin, only the fatal killing intent of the move, compared to the martial arts that Changsun Hong understands, it is very different.

After watching it for a while, Changsun Hong couldn't help but put down the fruit in his arms, danced with his hands, followed Changsun Jin's movements, and compared it, he had no foundation, he was emulate, and he was slow, which looked ridiculous.

The strong wind brought by the swinging of the stick stopped, and Changsun Jin held the stick, shook the sweat on his head, faced Changsun Hong, smiled helplessly, and showed a mouthful of snow-white teeth: "Stop, you are moving around here, bringing me all the mess, can you go and play on the side?" ”

The eldest grandson Hong's face was blushed, and he said half-sycophantly and half-seriously: "Second uncle, your martial arts are really good, how do you practice?" ”

Under the shade of the tree, Changsun Jin held a stick in one hand and crossed his waist with the other, sweat flowed down from his bare upper body, shining in the sun, his wheat-colored skin set off the shiny beads of sweat, and his well-defined muscles were particularly dazzling, looking like a toned sculpture from a distance.

He slapped the stick and grinned wider: "Do you want to learn?" ”

After a pause, he added, "If you want to learn, you can, but you can't tell your father." ”