After Xie Yunxiao left, Fang Xinghan glanced up at Hong Xiaobao, frowned, and said, "Xiaobao, it's rude, Master Xie is here, is it possible to build it for you?"

"Master. Hong Xiaobao hurriedly said: "You misunderstood, after the giblet comes out, it will be my weapon in the future." If I don't have a weapon, how can I learn moves from you?"

Hong Xiaobao didn't want to ask out loud, but without the gauntlet, he still had no way to let Fang Xinghan teach and guide after all. Fang Xinghan said before that he didn't know how long he could stay in Haomeng, if Fang Xinghan left because of something, although he wouldn't forget his apprentice, but he would always have to delay time, wouldn't he?

"The move of the Academy Palace is not what you think!" but seeing Fang Xinghan shook his head and said, "By the way, how is your cultivation?"

"Since you helped me find the direction, it's much easier!" Hong Xiaobao said: "The rest is only hard practice." ”

Breaking through the level, it is not an overnight thing, and it is not in a hurry. Hong Xiaobao plans to learn the moves and slowly look for opportunities to break through.

"Hmm. Fang Xinghan nodded and said, "Cultivation is something that cannot be rushed, not to mention that you are still a self-created exercise, and you have to work steadily step by step." Alright, let's go get a sword, and let's start practicing our moves. ”

"Master. Hong Xiaobao hesitated for a moment and said, "It's not appropriate to use a sword." You know, that gauntlet is not a sword, and even if I learn the sword moves, I won't be able to use them in the future. How about punching directly?"

The gauntlet is put on the hand, in fact, to put it bluntly, it is not much different from the fist. Even if it is a boxing move, Hong Xiaobao will naturally use it in the future. But the sword is different! The sword move has a fixed routine, and non-sword cannot be brought into play, after all, the sword has characteristics. Hong Xiaobao also considered.

However, Fang Xinghan said: "If you want to take it, you will take it, there is so much nonsense from there!"

but glared at Hong Xiaobao.

Hong Xiaobao was a little stunned, but he was still obedient, and in a moment, he randomly found a long sword and brought it over.

Fang Xinghan nodded.

In other words, there is no fixed routine for the moves of the school palace! Otherwise, there would not be a poem that is a move. After all. Even if it is a poem, the same sentence is felt differently by everyone. How can that move be the same?" Fang Xinghan continued: "Take my Academy Palace disciples as an example, the weapons used are strange, there are fists, legs, swords, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, if the routines are fixed. How can you teach everyone like this? Your master and I use a sword, and it is naturally easier to use a long sword to make you understand this potential. When you understand how to understand good poems and how to turn them into your own moves, it will naturally be much easier. ”

"I misunderstood. Hong Xiaobao held the long sword in his hand and said sincerely: "Please don't blame the master." ”

"Hmm!" Hong Xiaobao's attitude made Fang Xinghan very satisfied, is such an apprentice worry-free, and immediately couldn't help but say: "In this way, cough-you take out a verse." Master, I'll teach you how to understand this potential. ”

said, but stared at Hong Xiaobao.

"Huh?" Hong Xiaobao said with a sound. But he was stunned, and really wanted to ask: "Aren't you really teaching poems?"

After hesitating for a moment, Hong Xiaobao couldn't help but say, "Master, this good poem can come out so easily." You're embarrassing me!"

"Is there really nothing?" Fang Xinghan stared at Hong Xiaobao and said, "Just a song." ”

"Not really!"

"Okay. Fang Xinghan was slightly disappointed, his idea was about to come to naught.

"Of course, okay, no. But there are still ordinary limericks!" Hong Xiaobao had a bad taste, and suddenly said with a smile: "Do you want this?"

"What is limerick poetry?" Fang Xinghan was in high spirits for a while, and couldn't help but be curious: "Poetry is poetry, what is this oil?

"Cough-" Hong Xiaobao coughed dryly and said, "It's different from ordinary poetry." If you listen to it, you will know what it means to make oil. ”

"Oh?" Fang Xinghan said with curiosity and anticipation: "Hurry up and read the verses and listen to them." ”

"Do you really want to listen?" Hong Xiaobao saw Fang Xinghan nodding, and couldn't help but say: "Okay, then listen well, the first sentence is 'the country is general'." ”

Fang Xinghan nodded, only feeling that this first sentence was really plain, and it didn't have too much deep meaning, but just one sentence of the poem couldn't see anything. A lot of the time, the beginning is just a foil, and the real peak and loop turn is below.

Seeing that Fang Xinghan didn't speak, Hong Xiaobao continued to read with a smile: "Inoue Black Hole-"

"Uh-" Fang Xinghan was stunned, and couldn't help but say: "This is limerick poetry? It's just a mouthful. And the two sentences don't match at all. ”

"Still remember?" Hong Xiaobao said funny: "There are two more sentences in the back." ”

"Read. Fang Xinghan nodded: "I'll listen to you after you finish reading." ”

Then listen well, you will know the connection between the first two sentences. Hong Xiaobao continued: "The yellow dog is white-"

"Poof. Fang Xinghan just drank the tea in his mouth, but he squirted it out in one gulp, and looked at Hong Xiaobao dumbfounded: "Feelings, are you describing the snow in the past half a day?"

"What about the latter sentence?" Fang Xinghan shook his head involuntarily, this verse is really disappointing. If this kind of poem, which has no content at all, is called oiling, then he understands it.

"Ahem. Hong Xiaobao forcibly endured the smile of his master and continued: "The white dog is swollen. ”

The corners of Fang Xinghan's entire mouth couldn't help twitching, and he grinned and gave Hong Xiaobao two words, 'Hehe-'.

"Master. Hong Xiaobao leaned in: "How do you feel about this verse?"

Although it is only a limerick poem, it also has a deep meaning. Moreover, it is also the originator of limerick poetry! On earth, one said that this poem was made by someone in the Tang Dynasty, and the other said that Zhu Yuanzhang made it. Compared with it, Hong Xiaobao prefers the second one, nothing else, just because this meaning is more appropriate.

Some people describe that Lao Zhu means that the Ming Dynasty took the rivers and mountains of the Yuan Dynasty as 'general', and the second is that even if the world is chaotic, but our hearts are bright, this is called 'hole'. 'Yellow Dog Body White' Lao Zhu means, those who are unwilling and oppose me must now belong to our people, and the last one, who has long been loyal to me, I will make you richer.

Let's not talk about the truth or falsehood, just say one, even if it is a limerick poem, but what can be handed down from your ancestors is not simple after all.

Listening to his apprentice's words, Fang Xinghan said solemnly: "Yes, yes! This is limerick, right? ”

Hong Xiaobao couldn't help but be stunned.

"Speaking of Xiaobao, in the future, you, you still have to do some poems with deep meaning. Don't waste your talent on this kind of verse. Fang Xinghan couldn't help but say, "Isn't it a joke to spread it?"

I was indeed slightly dissatisfied.

"Master, do you have any understanding of this verse?" Hong Xiaobao listened to Fang Xinghan's words, and suddenly said with a straight face.

"Understanding?" Fang Xinghan frowned and said, "What else can I understand, isn't it just the appearance of heavy snow." ”

"Master, you are wrong!" Hong Xiaobao shook his head and said, "If you think it's so simple, you're wrong." First of all, I found this poem from the miscellaneous records stored in the palace. Second, don't look at it as a limerick poem, but it's far from that simple! Not only that, but it also has a deep meaning. ”

"Oh?" Fang Xinghan was slightly curious: "If you tell me, I want to see what the meaning is!"

Hong Xiaobao could see that his master was a little angry, but no matter what, after all, this is a product of the earth, the things of the ancestors, since it was taken out in a joke, Hong Xiaobao naturally wanted to correct its name, and couldn't help but say: "According to legend, this verse was made by an emperor, and it was after he won the world-"

"Emperor?" Fang Xinghan couldn't help frowning, and looked at Hong Xiaobao suspiciously, it is naturally not easy to be able to be, not to mention the meaning of Hong Xiaobao's words, this is the founding emperor!

I only heard Hong Xiaobao continue: "It is said that one day when it snowed heavily, the courtiers were vassals who admired the snow and composed poems! Someone asked the emperor to compose a poem, and the emperor opened his mouth and said the poem -- at that time, many courtiers had the same reaction as you. ”

Fang Xinghan couldn't help frowning.

"But one of the military advisors saw it. Hong Xiaobao glanced at his master and continued: "When the emperor is gone, he will explain it to these courtiers. The general meaning of this poem is that I have taken over the world, no matter how chaotic the world is, but I know in my heart that those who opposed me before and were unwilling to submit are now my people. And those who are loyal to me and fight the world are now prosperous and rich - that's basically what it means, master, what do you think now?"

Fang Xinghan was silent for a long time.

Hong Xiaobao didn't speak, just looked at his master quietly, and didn't know what to think in his heart.

After a moment passed, Fang Xinghan suddenly laughed and said to Hong Xiaobao: "You almost got the Tao, the moral in this verse says that it exists, and if it doesn't, it doesn't." Either way, it's not the best thing after all. However, if you mean what you mean, it is not difficult to make a poem full of deep meaning - well, let's put this poem down, or teach you what it means to be potential. ”

"These verses can also be used!" Fang Xinghan paused and continued: "After what is called potential, if you can understand something from it yourself, then you might as well use it as your own move." ”

"Master. Hong Xiaobao smiled: "It's just a limerick poem, just read to you, as you said it's not superior." ”

Fang Xinghan also smiled, nodded and said helplessly: "I know what it means to be oiled." Alright, let's get started!" (To be continued.) )