After getting rid of the guards, the two of them didn't have to care about the attention of the security guards at all, because this group of people not only gave attention when they looked at Xiao Yuanyou, but also occasionally gave a thumbs up. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

And then...... Three hours passed.

"Senior brother, the sun is about to set, are we squatting at the wrong point today? Yang Xin glanced at Xiao Yuanyou and found that the person was already asleep: "Senior brother, junior brother, wake up!"

Xiao Yuanyou woke up: "Ah, Mr. Li is off work, right?"

"Uh, no ...... yet"

"Isn't it? Not yet?"

On this side, the guards happened to change shifts, and a few of the guards who had chatted with Xiao Yuanyou came over with two palm-sized cakes: "Two Taoist leaders, I see that you have been waiting for a long time, this is a cake given by the army, I don't know if I have committed a Taoist taboo......

"Hey, don't commit it, don't commit it," Xiao Yuanyou didn't know if he was guilty or not, but he took it and took a bite first, and after chewing it twice, he realized: "This is a moon cake...... Wait, Brother Bing, could it be ...... today August 15?"

After receiving the affirmation, Xiao Yuanyou patted his head, and then said to Yang Xin: "Senior brother, let's go, we are in the wrong place." ”

Yang Xin was also nibbling on the cake, so he asked, "Why?"

Xiao Yuanyou raised the cake: "This thing is a moon cake." ”

Yang Xin said: "Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"There is the Tang generation, which is the generation that created the vacation physique of our great Chinese nation. Xiao Yuanyou thought about it and said: "The civil servants at this time have a ten-day holiday, a golden week for the New Year and the winter solstice, and the emperor's birthday, the birthday of the three ancestors (Buddha, Taoist ancestor, and Confucian ancestor), Dragon Boat Festival, and Chongyang Festival...... And then there is this-" Xiao Yuanyou bit off most of the cake in one bite: "Zong (middle) autumn." ”

Yang Xin's face turned pale: "That means today...... Holiday?"

"No wonder I said that the guards are so tightly guarded today, and it is the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet in the palace. Let's go, there's no need to wait here. Xiao Yuanyou said goodbye to the guards first, and asked someone by the way: "Where is the yamen of the Hanlin Academy?" ”

"Oh, the Taoist chief used to know Li Hanlin, and he lived in—"

After getting kind guidance, they said goodbye to this group of Brother Bing, and the two really hit the house this time......

After Xiao Yuanyou arrived at Li Bai's address, he knocked on the door first, saw the doorman, and asked first: "May I ask Li Taibai and Li Hanlin are there?"

The boy first glanced at Xiao Yuanyou, and then said, "The two of you are ......."

"The two of us are Taoist monks from Wuyi Mountain, and we have come to visit Shixian Taibai. ”

The boy was familiar with it, and waved his hand: "No, no, no......"

The boy closed the door with his hand, leaving the two men stunned on the spot.

Yang Xin said: "It's over, junior brother, now that Li Bai is not at home, there is a Chang'an City in Nuoda, where are we going to find a needle in a haystack?"

Xiao Yuanyou plucked his ears and said, "Senior brother, don't be stupid, people are obviously at home." ”

"Huh, but the kid just said—"

"The 'identity' that people ask first, and then the 'absence' that they answer. If he really wasn't there, he should have said he wasn't there first, and then asked about the identity and purpose of the visitor. Moreover...... Today's Mid-Autumn Festival, the emperor didn't ask him to accompany him, with his virtue of being a young hooligan, he didn't stay at home and drank and went crazy, did he still go to disrupt other people's family reunions?"

"Uh...... Reasonable. Yang Xin has nothing else to say except this sentence "reasonable", because Xiao Yuanyou has analyzed it from the aspects of season, personality, logic, and righteousness, and it is really very reasonable, but there are problems in addition to the reason: "He doesn't want to see us, what now?"

"It's very simple......," Xiao Yuan said, "but we have to find a piece of paper first." ”

1,300 years ago, you couldn't have seen a grocery store on a street corner and asked for a notebook for five cents. You can only knock on the door one by one to ask for it, and people may not give it yet. The main reason is that most of us are illiterate and do not use paper, and secondly, the price of paper is not cheap at this time, and we will not give it casually.

In short, the process of finding the paper was very long, but there were no twists and turns, and it was clear that there was a slight suspicion of mixed words, so we jumped directly to an hour later.

In the past hour, Xiao Yuanyou and Yang Xin certainly did not rest, and they also gained an important life lesson: don't put the paper in your mouth casually in the future, because this thing is mixed with Xiang, and the raw materials are black bark and horse manure......

"I remember when I was in elementary school, some of my classmates liked to eat after memorizing, and they said that it was 'to deepen their memory', but now I think about it...... It's so inspiring!hahaha......"

Xiao Yuan took the pen while laughing, the dragon flew and the phoenix danced, and wrote a long paragraph of sloppy words crookedly, knocking on the door and asking the boy to leave a note for his master.

"Senior brother, what are you doing? You don't have a graffiti, do you? Someone comes and asks you what that thing is?"

"Take your time. ”

After a while, the boy opened the door: "The master is invited." ”

Yang Xin was surprised: "Senior brother, don't sell Guanzi, tell me what you left?"

"Poetry. Xiao Yuanyou said as a matter of course: "The Tang Dynasty, especially the Tang Dynasty, was completely a dynasty of poetry. You have to write poems when you go out, you have to write poems when you make friends, you have to write poems when you are beaten, you have to write poems when you scold people, you have to write poems when you drink, you have to write poems when you pretend to be ×, you have to write poems when you get married, you have to write poems when you accept juniors, you have to write poems when you are promoted, and you have to write poems when you fall off the horse, even if you are a young man in society, you have to learn to write limerick poems -- this is what the sage said, 'If you don't read poetry, you can't speak', and it's a romantic and disgusting era......"

"Then what you just wrote—"

"Alone to enjoy the tide to accompany the moon drink, a cup of bitter wine hazy. Yangguan lonely goose looking for whereabouts. It rains in autumn at night, leaning on the fence to see the lights red. After Xiao Yuanyou finished speaking, he paused and said: "How lonely it is to stay here, and the confidant is empty." Drunk looking for old couples can't end. After the three realms, the lone shadow is accompanied by a lone pine. ”

Yang Xin exclaimed: "Could this be improvised by you?"

"Of course-" Xiao Yuanyou admired Senior Brother's admiration like diarrhea for a few seconds, and then gasped: "Of course it can't be. ”

"Uh......"

"This is a poem I included in the just-finished book "The Great Demon King of the World", the whole word card is called "Linjiang Immortal", which is the word card for me to write a heroine...... Wang Bo, the head of Wang Yang and Lu Luo, wrote "The Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng" and held back for a long time. If I want to have the ability to export chapters, I would have been lying in bed for a long time to start a live broadcast and rely on the big sword to eat and drink, and I still need to bear a mortgage for thirteen years......"

"Uh...... Actually, it's pretty powerful, it's pretty powerful. ”

Yang Xin didn't know the so-called word plate "Linjiang Immortal", nor had he read Xiao Yuanyou's "Deception to the World", and Wang Bo's "Preface to King Teng's Pavilion" only remembered the sentence "Luoxia and the lonely bird flew together", but he knew: It can be used so strangely, scribbled, and miserable, comparable to the handwriting of a ghost painting peach charm, and the poems that make the poet Taibai look at it in a moment are by no means limericks.

This junior brother is really a Wenqing who has been delayed by cultivation?