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"Tang Sanzang?"

Qin'er held her head and thought about it for a long time, but she still didn't think who this person was.

Isn't that a natural thing? Although this Tang Sanzang is indeed a person in history, that is, the Tang Dynasty monk Chen Xuanzang who once traveled to Tianzhu. But this Chen Xuanzang was only more famous in the Tang Dynasty, and the reason why people in later generations heard him well was mainly based on a novel "Journey to the West" in the Ming Dynasty.

In "Journey to the West", Chen Xuanzang assumed the pseudonym Tang Seng and was the first monk of the Tang Dynasty, so he was known as Tang Sanzang. It's just that in this Great Zhou Dynasty, Wu Chengen, the author of "Journey to the West", doesn't know if he has a chance to be born, let alone the mythological novel "Journey to the West", which has a great influence on later generations.

"That's right, Tang Sanzang!"

Qin Yong nodded affirmatively and said.

"Oh, to be able to compose such a poem, this master of Sanzang is really a stranger!"

Qin'er saw that Qin Yong was so sure, she couldn't doubt it anymore, so she nodded and said.

Actually, this is because this statement is more acceptable to her. Because this so-called alien is equivalent to an unborn master. But will Qin Yong be such an unborn master? Obviously, it's impossible in Qin'er's heart! So she naturally prefers to believe that those two poems were written by a respected old monk, but she hadn't heard of his name! And generally in legends, aren't the old monks all compassionate? That's why he can write such a sad and pitiful poem as "Who knows that Chinese food on the plate is hard", if it is a gentleman like Qin Yong, who has been dressed in jade since he was a child, he will know where this rice came from?

"That's right, Master Sanzang is deeply hidden." Qin Yong said approvingly.

"Uncle, keep writing! Ladies will help you clean up first......"

Putting down the matter about the "Master of Sanzang", Qin'er and Qi'er said.

"Huh? No more, no more! I'll clean it up! I'll clean it up! ……”

Qin Yong saw that they were about to clean up the white paper on the ground, and he immediately panicked, so he hurriedly said in a stopped manner. Kidding isn't it? The more than ten blank sheets of paper on the ground are actually full of all kinds of ancient poetry and terms, once this is seen by those two little girls, then he is really at a loss! It's impossible for that "Master Sanzang" to spit out all the ink in his stomach to him, right? Unless he himself is the "Master of Sanzang"!

"Oh!"

Qin'er and Qi'er didn't think much about it, because they were still immersed in the artistic conception of the two good poems they saw just now. And they didn't think that there would be any unexpectedly good poems written on the more than ten blank sheets of paper on the ground, so they naturally didn't care.

"However, my uncle's handwriting is really beautiful......"

Before leaving, Qin'er and Qi'er respectively received the two poems into their clothes. And the chess pieces were obviously more careful, and she noticed that Qin Yong's words seemed to have something special. However, she didn't think deeply, after all, there are so many fonts in this world? She's a girl, and it's impossible for her to recognize all the fonts.

The breeze was blowing, and a few old men with elegant manners were playing chess by the small Qinhuai River in Yangzhou City.

At this moment, a middle-aged man who looked like a scholar came here, smiled at one of the old men, and then respectfully came to the other old man and saluted and shouted, "Teacher! ”

"It turned out to be Mingqiu! But what's wrong with the college? ”

"Back to the teacher, the academy is normal! Just a few days later is the Dragon Boat Festival, which coincides with the centennial celebration of the college. The students wondered if they could take this opportunity to organise a poetry party by the College to celebrate? ”

"Celebrate with poetry? Oh, it doesn't have to be! Every festival, isn't there a poetry club everywhere in Yangzhou? You just go and tell those little guys, there are good poems, and the old decay will be included in the 'Hanshan Poetry Collection'! ”

"Yes, Teacher!" When the middle-aged man heard the old man say this, he said with a smile on his face, "In this way, this Dragon Boat Festival poetry meeting will be extremely lively!" ”

"Hehe, it's good to be lively! It's good to be lively! ”

The old man shook his head and easily played the chess piece to a corner.

"Haha, Han Lao, your hand is bad, I'm afraid I'm going to win this game of chess, right?"

When the other old man saw the situation on the chessboard, he was immediately happy, and when he went down again, the old man surnamed Han was surprised to find that the chess pieces in his lower left corner were all lifeless. If he misses this, he can't lose this game anymore, so he said with a wry smile: "You won!" Hey, this chess game really can't be used for two purposes! That's it, that's it, it's already three sets today, so it's over. ”

The old man said, leaning on the stone table and about to stand up. But he didn't expect that because he had been sitting for too long, he suddenly got up and his feet were weak, and he almost didn't fall to the ground, but fortunately, the middle-aged scholar next to him was quick and quick, which just helped him.

"Old ...... Teacher, are you alright? ”

The middle-aged scholar helped the old man and asked anxiously.

"It's okay, it's okay! This man is old, and his body and bones are not good! It's just an extra game of chess, and it's so unbearable. ”

"Hehe, I haven't moved for nearly two hours, so it's no wonder that Han Lao's legs and feet will be unstable. Even if I am old, I often feel that my hands and feet are sore! The other old man also stood up, moved his hands and feet, and said.

"That's right! Playing chess is originally learned by a talented man, and it is broad and profound, but it is a pity that it takes a long time to waste. If you are like me, I am afraid that we will only have less and less contact with this chessboard in the future! The old man surnamed Han said with a regretful face after standing up on his body.

"Hehe, the teacher's words are wrong. Although playing chess is broad and profound, the teacher and Wei Lao are strong, so naturally they don't need to be afraid of this time. In addition, speaking of this game of chess, the students remembered a popular atmosphere in the academy in the past two days! ”

"Oh? What is the ethos? ”

"Hehe, it's just that in the past, when we played chess, we played this kind of Go where the two armies were facing each other. But now in our academy school, the little ones are only playing backgammon. As for Go, they usually only have the opportunity to play after the lessons of the day have been completed......