"You're not blind, are you?"

Seeing that he had an answer in the blink of an eye, Ji Inspector was extremely difficult to accept.

"It's not blind, I know a little about ........ ”

Wu Daotian still had that expression, but his heart was already cold. encountered such an old bastard who had a personal vendetta, and he passed this hurdle, how will he mix in the yamen in the future?

"How could it be ......"

Ji Inspector shook his head, and came up with several difficult arithmetic deduction questions one after another, all of which were easily solved by Wu Daotian, and then he was completely speechless......

Gao Mingli on the side looked stupid, and said in his heart that this kid turned out to be so powerful! Then Wu Yongnan is really not simple, even his son can secretly cultivate such a talent, but it's a pity that none of his children and grandchildren are competitive.

Such a talent is exactly what is urgently needed in each room, Gao Mingli doesn't understand, why is the inspector stunned to see this kid unpleasant?

"Next, you should write a poem for this picture. "Ji Inspector had nothing to do, so he actually took the test to compose poetry. He has a good calculation, even if Wu Daotian can compose poems, he can still let him compose, I don't believe that this kid can even write articles. This is the advantage of mastering the initiative, the same test, there is always one thing he will not do.

"Second master, there's no need to compose poetry. Even an old fox like Gao Mingli couldn't help but say.

Inspector Ji glanced at Gao Mingli and said lightly: "Brother Gao's words are bad, there is a way of 'poetry and words', I want to see his character." ”

"This ......" Gao Mingli had nothing to say, so he had to look at Wu Daotian, hoping that he could make persistent efforts and show a "little understanding" in poetry.

Wu Daotian is all about to die of depression, as for it, it's just a clerk, and he still asks me to compose poems?

But people are swordsmen and I am fish and meat, Wu Daotian can only suppress the evil fire running around in his heart and think about how to deal with it......

He looked at the painting, it was an early spring landscape painting of Saint Wu Daozi, the mountains are very strange, the water is very dangerous, just like seeing the real landscape, every stroke on the painting has a faint Taoist rhyme flowing out.

It is said that this painting of the saint is very mysterious, the mountains and rivers are all in reality, after he paints it, the scene in reality will lose three points of spirit and spirit, and be included in his painting.

Seeing that he was finally stumped, Inspector Ji breathed a sigh of relief, and said in his heart that if he didn't have a grudge against this kid, it would be more than enough for him to be a household scholar. But who made you offend me?

Inspector Ji was about to say, 'You are not qualified enough, go back and continue to work hard', but saw Wu Daotian pick up the pen, not write on the paper, but put the pen on the blank space of his painting!

Inspector Ji was still a little stunned, his head hadn't reacted yet, but he subconsciously said "Don't ......"

But before the words were spoken, Wu Daotian's pen had already fallen, the pen was gone, and the inscription was written, and pictures flashed in his heart at the same time.

Once upon a time, Weilou took a big deal, and the other party paid a yellow-level heaven and earth spirit object to let Weilou assassinate a great Confucian. He assumed the pseudonym of a scholar, but he didn't expect to read this book, so he studied hard for decades.

In the end, he gave up on this assassination, and it was the only one he failed.

Past and present lives are all gathered at the tip of the pen to express the emotions in their hearts.

The Ji Inspector on the side was almost crazy: "You stop me!"

Ji Patrol was furious, that is the work of painting the saint Wu Daozi, he spent a lot of resources to get this pair, he observes every day, this painting of the saint is very mysterious, very helpful to him.

With a wave of his hand, a vitality restrained Wu Daotian and he couldn't move, but everything was over, and Wu Daotian had already finished writing the last sentence.

"Who told you to write on it!" Ji Inspector's white face was flushed with anger, and he shouted: "This is the painting of Saint Wu Daozi's "Early Spring Landscape", and you can't find two paintings in the entire Bacheng, you dare to inscribe on it!"

Inspector Ji had let go of the restraints on him, Wu Daotian shrunk his neck, and said with a frightened face: "It was the inspector who said, you should write a poem for this painting......"

"Did I let you ask you to really ask the question? Which onion are you that dare to write on the painting of the saint?" Ji Inspector was angry, but his mind was very clear.

Thinking of this, he got up and walked to the table, took off the painting, rolled it in his hand, and said, "Let's go, follow me to the county lord!"

Behind the second hall of the county government, there is a moon gate, which is the boundary between the front and rear offices. Houya is the place where the county lord lives and works.

In the county lord's office, Inspector Ji was furious and said: "My lord, this painting of the holy "Early Spring Landscape" just let this kid scribble on it! What kind of crime should this be?"

"It was the inspector who asked the villain to inscribe him, otherwise he would have borrowed a hundred guts from the villain, and I wouldn't dare to scribble......" Wu Daotian muttered pitifully repeatedly. In his heart, he was extremely relieved of his hatred, anyway, he had a handle in his hand, and the old thing was helpless? As for the poor books and the like, he no longer counted on it, so he had to make another plan in his heart.

On the other side, the saliva of the county lord of Wei County was sprayed all over his face, so he had to turn his face sideways and look at the stained picture, which is really a good word, rare to see, no, there seems to be a faint layer of rhyme on the word.

Master Tong also came up, his eyes widened, and then he ignored the inspection, and praised with his palms: "Good words! Good words。。。。。。 Ethereal, clear, there seems to be a loud sound and jade movement, and there are just falling groups loose and straight. ”

These words seem to melt into the painting, dancing in the mountains and rivers, you look at the mountain, there seems to be the sound of jade, the water, as if falling from the sky.

Master Tong's momentum is constantly rising, and the heroic spirit that has been cultivated over the years has been stimulated by this, and the so-called accumulation is nothing more than that.

The aura of his whole body reached its peak at the same time as he read it out loud.

Sitting alone in the pond like a tiger,

Nourish the spirit under the shade trees.

I don't speak first when spring comes,

Which insect dares to make a sound?

A Wendan is impressively condensed in the chest.

Looking at Tong Wen's momentum, the county lord of Wei was also shocked.

'I don't speak first in the spring, that insect dares to make a sound?', this is where Tong Wencheng's opportunity lies.

Scenes of the past, like pictures, flickered in front of me. More than 60 years ago, in the jurisdiction of the Daimyo's Mansion, a wealthy family, a young scholar was full of spirit, a radius of 100 miles, everyone knew and everyone knew it, and he was known as a prodigy.

Unexpectedly, this reading has been more than 60 years, but nothing has been achieved, and it has become a laughing stock and negative teaching material in the township. His parents also died prematurely, and the young scholar became a white-haired old man, becoming lonely and miserable, and he didn't even ask for his daughter-in-law.

After reading books for decades, he is rarely called a prodigy, but he has never been able to form a literary pill. For more than 60 years, he has seen all the warmth and coldness of the world, and when he reads this sentence today, Tong Wen knows that the foundation he lacks is here, and he lacks the domineering spirit of others.

The literati also have the domineering spirit of the literati, and found the foundation that is lacking, and the accumulation of children's literature for decades has been condensed into Wendan in one fell swoop.

Tong Wen's eyes were also moist, and he finally succeeded, but his parents couldn't see it.

Tong Wen not only sighed that he had finally achieved Wendan, but he also owed a cause and effect.

The reason why he came to this overlord was because of the guidance of a master, saying that he would come to the overlord and find an opportunity in a few years.

Tong Wen himself never expected that the opportunity for him to become a Wendan turned out to be a poem written by a teenager.