After several days of this, Mr. Li found in despair that he had nothing to say. This kind of progress can be called terrifying, it took ten years for others to achieve it, but Luo Cheng has already achieved it in a few days.

Mr. Li had to admit that Luo Cheng was indeed a genius. Such a person, do not compare with him, otherwise he will be ashamed of himself.

"Little friend, these scriptures, the old man has nothing to teach you." Mr. Li stroked his beard and said.

Luo Cheng shook his head, in the past few days, he had been studying these classics at a rapid speed, and even he himself was surprised by such a speed.

Mr. Li glanced at Luo Cheng again, although Luo Cheng's talent was indeed surprising to him, he had the idea of taking the school Luo Cheng again, his eyes flashed, and he smiled slightly: "In terms of scripture and righteousness, the old man has nothing to say, but now, how about the old man test you?" ”

Luo Cheng Zhengse, but he did not refuse, at this moment, it is obviously quite difficult for him to complete the task of the system on his own, but if he can use Mr. Li's influence, it will be much simpler.

Mr. Li is a great Confucian, in the land of Yanyun, his influence is very high, and the ability he has shown, if he can get publicity, it will naturally be twice the result with half the effort.

"If you want to take the school exam, sir, please ask questions." Luo Cheng said lightly, and then looked at Mr. Li, as if thinking.

Mr. Li nodded and said, "Okay, Xiaoyou looks at the plum blossoms in this courtyard, how does Xiaoyou feel?" If you write a poem, what do you think? ”

"Plum blossoms?" Luo Cheng muttered in his mouth, that is, with Mr. Li's gaze, this is the plum blossom that has been planted in the courtyard, but because it is not eye-catching on weekdays, and he has never paid attention to it, so his sense of existence is very low.

Just after thinking about it, Luo Cheng had an idea. There is a song about the plum blossom, he remembers it deeply, at this moment when it comes to plum blossoms, he can't help but come to mind, almost without much hesitation, Luo Cheng is to chant it.

"There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone. I know that it is not snow, but there is a dark fragrance. Luo Cheng chanted in one go.

Mr. Li was stunned at first, Luo Cheng's speed was so fast, it was a little unexpected for him, but when he heard Luo Cheng's poems clearly, he couldn't help but show surprise, and at the same time it was difficult to hide his joy, this is the joy of people who love poetry when they see good poems.

"It's not snow, it's only dark incense...... Good poetry, good poetry. Mr. Li no longer knows what words to use to describe his inner mood at this moment.

The previous sentence of a few plum branches in the corner of the wall is to describe the inconspicuous situation of plum blossoms here, Ling Han bloomed alone, and in the cold, snow-white and beautiful flowers bloomed......

In the short poem, the posture of the plum blossoms in the corner of the wall is vividly described, as if the plum blossoms are all contained in it, and reciting this poem is to be able to see the snow-white plum blossoms blooming alone in the snow and cold, how poignant......

Luo Chengzuo said: "Mr. praises falsely. He also knew that the poem was too much of a theme, but he still had to show a little humility.

"Okay, before Xiaoyou's "Dengyouzhou Taiwan Song", the old man still had doubts, but at this moment he has to smell this plum blossom, but there is no longer the slightest doubt, Xiaoyou's talent, he should be alone in the world." Mr. Li was amazed, remembering his previous doubts, Mr. Li was also a little embarrassed, but at this moment he actually felt that the rumors outside may not be untrue!

Mr. Li's reaction was a little unexpected by Luo Cheng, Luo Cheng groaned slightly, and then said: "Sir, I just have another poem, I want to give it to Mr., what does Mr. think?" ”

Mr. Li's attention was attracted, and he looked at Luo Chengdao curiously: "There is another poem?" Little friends are coming! ”

"My family washes the inkstone pond tree, and the flowers bloom with light ink marks. Don't let people praise the good color, only leave the clear air full of goodness. Luo Cheng looked at Mr. Li and chanted out the "Momei".

Luo Cheng has also thought about this "Momei", and the demeanor in it is indeed extraordinary, but it is a little inconsistent with the current scene. On the contrary, it is a bit of a fit with Mr. Li.

"Don't let people praise the good color, just leave the clear air full of ......" Mr. Li was stunned for a while, as if he was sinking into it, he was in a trance, this voice does not want people to praise the color is good...... It seems to be a portrayal of the first half of his life.

He doesn't seek fame and fortune, he doesn't seek power, this time he came to teach Luo Cheng, and Luo Yixuan also invited him, this poem that Luo Cheng gave him, how apt, isn't it really made for him?

Mr. Li was speechless, he thought of himself, and also thought of the ink plum that Luo Cheng recited, the faint color, rising in the wind, the light fragrance, not rich, but so clear...... To stay clear and full of energy!

"Get a pen and paper!" Mr. Li finally moved, but in his eyes, there was a strange brilliance, and the waiter next to him took a pen and paper.

Mr. Li spread out the blank paper, Luo Cheng looked at it with a strange expression, he was curious about what Mr. Li wanted to do? Do you want to write down Luo Chengyin's poems, or something else......

Soon, Luo Cheng's doubts came to fruition.

On the white paper, a faint ink color rendering, suddenly a plum blossom appeared on it, the color is light but not rich, but from the paper, it seems to be able to feel the fragrance.

"This is Momei?" Luo Cheng was also stunned, Mr. Li's move was really unexpected, at this moment, between heaven and earth, it seemed that there was only Mr. Li and the unfinished ink plum blossom.

When the plum blossoms gradually open, the fragrance gradually becomes richer, as if a painting is about to come alive.

"It's beautiful!" Luo Cheng looked at Mo Mei and suddenly admired. This kind of ink painting is different from Western oil painting, and it is more concerned with the artistic conception contained in the painting. What surprised Luo Cheng even more was that he seemed to have seen Fang Cai's poem of Momei in this ink plum.

Just like Du Mu's poems have paintings, and there are poems in the paintings, it seems that he accidentally made it out with Mr. Li. The artistic conception of this ink plum is in line with the poetry of Mo Mei, and the artistic conception of Mo Mei is exactly the same as the ink plum painting, which is simply a pair made in heaven.

"Sir's painting skills are really extraordinary." Luo Cheng said from the bottom of his heart, this kind of painting technique can already be called everyone.

Mr. Li breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the ink plum painting, but he let out a long sigh, and he sighed: "This painting is probably the pinnacle of the old man's work." ”

He looked at Luo Cheng solemnly and said, "This painting was made by Xiaoyou's "Momei", and the old man gave this painting to Xiaoyou. The old man also accepted the poem of the little friend. ”

Mr. Li was serious, and he put up "Momei" on the ink plum painting, and couldn't help but say: "I am afraid that in the future, it will be difficult to have such a painting again." ”

Luo Cheng smiled bitterly: "Mr. is too worried, he can do it today, and he can naturally do it in the future, too much worry will only increase his troubles."

Mr. Li smiled dumbly and said, "If that's the case, I'll borrow Xiaoyou's words." ”

Mr. Li handed Momei to Luo Cheng, who hesitated for a moment and then reached out to take it.