Zhang Huansheng's pursuit is the great power and freedom of the great power attributed to himself, and occasionally he also picks up the ancient geographical maps, the sages and sages of the law, and the practical classics of the world.

Therefore, when he heard Zhang Maosong's words, he was like a deaf person, and he only stood respectfully by himself, without saying a word at all.

And Zhang was still silent, but there was someone in the study who made his own voice, Zhang Qiqiangqi, the youngest among the people, said without hesitation: "Grandfather, grandfather, I have a sentence that can be used as a painting quotation, 'The bones are fragrant and tender, and they are very different from the sky and wonderful', what do you think?" ”

This Yongmei is really good, but because it is too good, it really doesn't look like a young boy can think about it in a few breaths, Zhang Maosong's face sank when he heard it, and he reprimanded: "The old sentences of the predecessors are also to be taunted, and they can't stop talking." ”

As the saying goes, grandma loves the small.

This Zhang Qiqi is the youngest grandson of Xiongjing Zhang's lineage, and he was originally the most favored by Zhang Maosong, and he refused to say a word of weight easily, at this time, in front of his brothers and sisters and foreigners, he was reprimanded like this, and he couldn't help flattening his mouth, his eyes were red, and he sobbed softly, but because of the strict family rules, he didn't dare to make the slightest sound.

The sister Zhang Chengguan on the side saw it, and she was afraid that her younger brother would be reprimanded again, so she hurriedly said aloud: "Grandfather, I thought of a few clumsy sentences, can you listen to them properly, 'The clouds are wet, the condensation is deep, and the plum is clear'." ”

"This sentence is not bad," Zhang Maosong listened, frowned and said: "It's just that I have no cliffs on the painting, two no axis clouds, and three no deep docks, where can you wash Meiqing," he said, pointing to Zhang Qiqi, who was already crying next to him, "I'm afraid it's an old sentence written when I was appreciating plum blossoms in the mountains before, so let's use it for emergency at this moment." ”

"Grandfather forgiveness." Zhang Chengguan didn't argue when he heard this, he only bowed his head respectfully and confessed.

"Well, you are also out of the heart of your fellow citizens, how can I blame it." Zhang Maosong shook his head when he heard this, and then looked at Zhang Fenghua and said, "Fenghua, can you come up with any good sentences?" ”

"My grandson is stupid, so I have to say a word," Zhang Fenghua said respectfully: "The ancient flowers are shaking down, the cold is all over the ground, and the ginseng plum is blowing the old." ”

As soon as this sentence came out, the eyes of the whole room lit up, and the middle-aged nobles around Zhang Maosong applauded and praised: "This sentence makes me intuitively linger."

Maosong has a Lin'er in the family, which can be said to be a childish phoenix and a young phoenix. ”

"It's all won the imperial history." Zhang Maosong smiled lightly and waved his hand when he heard this, and his eyes suddenly turned to Zhang Huansheng, "Still alive, what about you, can you come up with any inscriptions worthy of my lone plum picture?" ”

Although Zhang Huansheng does not like poetry, when he experienced the red dust in his dream in the Great Sumeru Temple, he vaguely remembered a lot of Yongmei's good sentences, such as 'I know that it is not snow, for there is a dark fragrance', 'I have no intention of fighting for spring, and I am jealous of the group', 'Shuofeng is like understanding, and it is easy not to destroy', which can be used to meet the situation.

It's just that at this moment, he has an internal injury in his chest, and there is a faint pain that comes, and he can't help but think that the world in the land of Yanhuang today can be described as full of disasters and difficulties, in the central hinterland, Xiong Jing, the capital of the imperial dynasty, has the remnants of the previous dynasty captive, and the imperial forest army of the current dynasty is helpless;

In the vast frontier land, the enemy state is raging, and the people of the forest, the dog Rong, and Xiong Ze have repeatedly violated the border, burning and killing without taboo, and treating the Chu people as pigs and dogs to be slaughtered, but the court has no way to deal with it.

And at this time, the dignitaries and dignitaries of Da Chu are still interested in showing off their elegance and painting Mei Shiyong, so that Zhang Huansheng can't help but have an inexplicable anger in his heart, and his body is hot, but there is nowhere to vent, and a song suddenly pops up in his mind, what he remembered in his dream was originally an anti-poem written about chrysanthemums, which was slightly changed, and blurted out: "To be on January 3 of the next year, after my flowers bloom, a hundred flowers will be killed, and the incense array will break through the sky..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly felt that it was inappropriate, Zhang Huansheng opened his mouth, swallowed the last sentence into his stomach, forcibly suppressed his anger, and said to himself with a dry smile: "The poetry is over here, I really can't take it on, in fact, the promotion is not poetry, just take one sentence, and use the sentence 'I kill a hundred flowers after the flowers bloom', what does my grandfather think?" ”

Zhang Huansheng is half of the poem, but it is simply nonsense to evaluate it in terms of rhyme and realm, and the first sentence seems headless and abrupt.

can just choose a sentence, 'I will kill a hundred flowers after the flowers bloom', savor it carefully, and it should be Zhang Maosong's picture scroll with only a little lonely plum, but it suddenly gave birth to endless slaughter.

"Yongmei is an elegant thing, how can you use such a fierce and outrageous sentence, it is really nondescript." Zhang Maosong was stunned for a moment when he heard this, his face showed a hint of mixed taste, he reprimanded in a low voice, and then pondered for a moment, and then asked: "I heard that you did righteous deeds in the suburbs of Beijing a few days ago and helped Chixiong Wei rescue the female son of the public loser who was kidnapped by gangsters, right?" ”

"It's just a chance encounter, the road is uneven, and I draw a knife to help," Zhang Huansheng bowed and replied: "It's really not a righteous act." ”

"It's good that you have this humility, but it's not easy to help save people from 'those people' in the year of dancing elephants, and it's worth being proud of." Hearing this, Zhang Maosong's gloomy face finally eased a little, and he praised vaguely.

Then he asked, "According to the people of the Red Bear Guard, when you stopped the villains, you used the supernatural power of the 'Great Calamity Black Nikkei', and you were quite popular, right?" ”

"Yes," Zhang Huansheng nodded and said, "I am very consistent with the exercises of the "Great Calamity Black Nikjing", and I have achieved some results when I practice. ”

"That gangster is rumored to be a ground-level master," Zhang Maosong's expression became more complicated and looked at Zhang Huansheng, and asked again: "You injured his magic weapon with one move, and continued to take a move that he used with all his might, right?" ”

Zhang Huansheng frowned and said: "What level of cultivator is that villain, I have shallow knowledge and can't recognize it, but I only know that it is a great shame to be defeated by one of his moves.

If you have a chance to do it another day, you will definitely get it back. ”

"You don't want to admit defeat." Zhang Maosong pondered for a moment when he heard this, and said abruptly: "In this case, now I will use the magic power on the 'Great Calamity Black Nikkei' to let me see if there is a chance in the future to defeat that earth-level master for revenge." ”

In front of outsiders in the study, let his eldest grandson perform martial arts, which is very inconsistent with the etiquette, Zhang Huansheng heard this, was slightly stunned, but then smiled, and did not say much, under the rotation of his mind, he visualized the shape of the candle dragon, and performed the method recorded in the "Great Calamity Black Nikjing".

In an instant, the chaotic power contained in all parts of his body turned into mist, bursting out of hundreds of millions of pores, rolling around his body into the shape of a human head and a dragon body, filling most of the study, and standing in the air surrounded by Zhang Huansheng.